Her pussy comes alive as my cock infiltrates its walls, clenching and dripping more pussy juices. I want to lap it up, but I can’t bear to remove my cock. I rock Mila’s body as I fuck her hard and fast. She throws her head back and pushes her body forward. She wants me deeper, and I slam into her.
“Fuck me hard, Brad,” she screams.
I tighten my grip on her thighs and concentrate on giving my wife what she wants. I lean forward and suck on each nipple.
“Yes!” Mila moans. “Suck my tits.”
I fuck her and give attention to her nipples with my mouth and tongue. I want this to last, and I change pace. My thrusts become slow and deep, and each time I reach the depth of her pussy, Mila screams.
I can feel Mila’s orgasm building. My body feels like a pleasure machine. I’m in control and will only come when I’m ready. I lick her nipples, and she thrusts her chest further out. I return to my earlier pace and fuck her fast and quick. I also take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck hard.
“Yes! Brad. I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming.”
And she does, her whole body convulsing. Her pussy grips my cock, and that sets me off. My body grows limp as my cum shoots into her body. When it’s over, we look at each other and laugh.
“I’ve never done anything this crazy,” Mila says.
A grin almost splits my face. I’m glad I’m the one that she’s doing crazy stuff with.
Chapter 20
Mila
Everything would be perfect if only Clay would stop texting me. He’d stopped for a couple of weeks, and I’d been hopeful. Worse, his texts are becoming crude, and it makes me nauseated to read what he wants to do to me. I’m too ashamed to show Brad.
I’ve contemplated blocking his number, but that might incense him further. I don’t want him to come looking for me. Still, I keep glancing around the baseball field, feeling insecure.
Brad catches my eyes and waves, and I wave back. I feel restless and decide to call Jessica. Brad and the boys are too far to hear my conversation. Jessica and I haven’t spoken for a while. One of the boys had bad flu, and then his brother caught it.
My heart is racing as I wait for her to pick up my call.
“Hey stranger,” she says, and I smile.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell her. “How are the kids? Is Aaron feeling better?”
“One question at a time.” Jessica laughs. “You’re worse than my mother. They’re all well; flu’s gone, thankfully.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Forget about me. How are you? How’s the affair going?” she says.
I’m quiet for a while as I contemplate my answer.
“Mila?” she prompts.
“Brad’s well, as a matter of fact, I’m looking at him and Isaac just now. We’re at baseball practice.”
“Sounds so cozy.” Jessica laughs. “You sound like a real family.”
“We are,” I quip.
There’s silence on the other end before Jessica speaks. “I don’t understand.”
“Brad and I got married,” I tell her.
“You are fucking with me,” Jessica says and then instantly apologizes to someone in the background. Her boys, I’m sure. “I know you have a wild side, Mila, but even you wouldn’t marry a stranger.”
I laugh, “You’re right.” I tell her everything from the beginning and emphasize that I was the one who offered.
“So, what’s in it for you?” she asks when I’m finished.
“What do you mean? Nothing, just helping out a friend, and a little boy who is the sweetest kid on this side of the country.”
“There must be something there for you to offer to marry him. It’s crazy, Mila, and not at all like you.”
“I don’t know,” I tell her.
“I think I do. You more than like him. You love him. You probably fantasize about this turning into real love.”
I inhale sharply. There’s no way I’m going to admit, short of a gun being put to my head. “Of course not,” I say, my voice laced with indignation.
“Be careful, Mila,” Jessica says quietly. “Don’t make the mistake of falling in love with Brad. He’s doing this for his son, nothing else.”
“I know,” I tell her.
“Good.”
We finally disconnect the call. My eye is caught by a familiar face at the other end of the field, near the parking lot. My blood grows cold. I sit up straighter. He disappears. It was fleeting, but he looked like Clay. I want to dash into the parking lot and check, but I don’t want Brad to worry. I sit back and slip my sunglasses on and keep my gaze on the parking area. He doesn’t appear again. I tell myself I am being paranoid. It can’t be Clay. For starters, he doesn’t know where I live. Secondly, he’s not a stalker. If he wanted to see me, he would have said so.
After practice, we go to our usual haunt for pizza and playtime for Isaac. He loves it there, and Brad and I love watching him playing with his little friends.
“I was expecting the court evaluator this week,” Brad says after we’ve eaten and are just relaxing watching Isaac.
“I know,” I tell him. He’d been tense all week, and I’d tried my best to distract and reassure him. “He’ll turn up in this coming week.”
“I hope so,” Brad says. “I want this over and done with, and we can all go back to our lives.”
I remember Jessica’s words. She was right, and I need to remember that and not let my fantasies go out of control. Still, it’s hard to remember when every day we behave like a family.
Brad and Isaac leave early in the morning, and I stand on the porch and wave them off in my dressing gown. Then I go back in and clean up and then take a shower before going next door to paint. I’ve started painting again, and while the progress is a little slow, I’m enjoying it.
I leave work at half-past two, go back home, and prepare an after-school snack for Isaac. Debbie drops him off, and we sit together and chat as he eats. Sometimes we hit the pool, other times, we bounce on the trampoline, and sometimes he just wants to play with his toys.
Brad comes home, and I greet him at the door with a kiss. His hands snake around me and pull me against him.
“How is my wife?” he says every single day.
He showers, and then we have dinner together. Afterward, we relax as a family, and at bedtime, we go to bed together. We make love every day and sleep in each other’s arms. How am I supposed to keep myself from thinking that this could be permanent?
“Are you okay?” Brad says now, jerking me back to the present.
I smile broadly. “I’m fine.”
“Hey, do you want to pass by the farmer’s market?” he says. “I want to make something special for you guys for dinner.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say.
I love farmer’s markets. I love the scent of fresh vegetables, herbs, and fruits. I love walking while holding Brad and Isaac’s hands.
Brad takes us to a farmer’s market a little way outside town. It’s bigger than the one I’ve been to, and it takes us a while to see everything. We stop at one stall, drawn by the succulent looking huge oranges.
The seller, a chubby lady, is taken with Isaac. “My, aren’t you handsome,” she tells him, and Isaac grins.
She washes an orange, slices it, wraps it in a napkin, and gives it to him.
“You have a beautiful family,” she tells me.
I don’t know what to say. “Thanks.”
Brad loops his hand around my waist and pulls me close. An ache forms somewhere deep in my heart. I feel like an impostor. Brad and Isaac are not my family. I’m just lying to myself. Tears fill my eyes, and I busy myself choosing oranges so that Brad doesn’t see them.
Chapter 21
Brad
I have permanent knots of tension in my belly. The muscles in my shoulders are tight with tension. Even baseball practice does not relieve it. I’m relieved when it’s over, but not for long. We’ve been invited to my friend and work colleagu
e’s home for an afternoon barbecue. Any other time I’d have looked forward to it, but now all I can think about is the looming custody case. Every time I think there’s a chance that I might lose Isaac, I break out into a cold sweat.
“We’re looking forward to the party,” Mila says as she settles in the front passenger seat. “Aren’t we, Isaac?”
“Yes. I want to play with Liam,” Isaac says.
“Didn’t you tell me that he has a sister?” Mila says.
They sound so happy, I dump my idea of asking them if we can forgo the party and just stay home. I don’t want to go anywhere in case the court evaluator comes and finds no one home.
“He does, but I don’t like girls,” Isaac says with a tone filled with disgust.
Mila chuckles, and I feel her glance at me. I manage a small laugh.
“One day you’ll like them,” Mila says to Isaac.
They chat all the way home, but I can’t bring myself to join in on the conversation. I could lose Isaac! This thought keeps running through my mind, immobilizing me with fear. Logic tells me I should relax, but how can I when my little boy could be wrenched away from me?
“Anything special you want to wear?” Mila asks Isaac as I guide the car into our street.
“Yes,” he says, his sweet innocent voice brightening with excitement. He goes on to tell Mila what he plans on wearing for the party.
I can feel Mila’s questioning looks. I know she’s worried about my silence, but how do I put into words the panic that grips me every time I think about the looming custody case. Unless you’re in my shoes, it’s very difficult to understand, and I don’t expect her to.
“A shower first for you,” I tell Isaac as we get into the house.
“Can’t I shower later after the party?” Isaac says.
“Not going to happen.” My tone is mild, as I’m used to Isaac’s love-hate relationship with water. I place a firm hand on his back and propel him toward his room, and after he undresses, to the shower.
Behind us, Mila chuckles. “I’ll be in the shower.”
A few days ago, that sentence would have gotten me hard immediately, but with my worries about the court evaluator, I merely wave at Mila. My body is tight with tension as I scrub Isaac clean in the shower.
By the time I’m done getting Isaac ready, Mila is in our bedroom dressing. I shut the door, my eyes glued to her voluptuous figure as she applies lotion.
“Are you all right?” she says. “You’ve been awfully quiet all afternoon.” Lines of worry crease her forehead.
Guilt floods me. It’s not fair to make Mila worry about me. I plaster a smile on my face. “I’m fine. I’ll just hop into the shower before we get late.” I hope my smile convinces her that I’m fine. I plant a kiss on her sweet soft lips and head to the bathroom.
***
The party is in full swing when we arrive at the Coopers’ home. Cars have filled both streets, and we park further along from the house. I open the car door for Mila, and before I can open Isaac’s, he’s already jumped out.
“You look very pretty,” I tell Mila.
She smiles nervously. “I’m glad. I thought you hated how I’m dressed,” she says, hands running down the sides of her dress.
“Why would you think that?” I ask her, puzzled.
She shrugs and looks vulnerable. “You didn’t say anything at all.”
I want to grab her and hold her tight. At the same time, I want to kick myself. How could I have been so insensitive to her needs? I take a step closer and pull her into my arms, not caring that we’re out in public. “I’m sorry; I was a little distracted. You’re the most beautiful woman I know, and if I had my way, you’d be walking around with nothing on.”
She wasn’t expecting that, and her cheeks color.
“Dad, can we go now?” Isaac says.
I plant a noisy kiss on Mila’s mouth, and hand in hand, we cross the road and make for the Coopers’ house.
Jason Cooper answers our knock, and he lets out a bellow of a welcome. Like all of us firefighters, he’s a gym addict, and he’s buffed and fit.
“Welcome,” he says and claps my back.
After saying hello to Isaac, he smiles at Mila and takes her hand. Bowing low, he kisses the back of her hand. Jason really knows how to put on the charm. Mila is smiling widely. “Mrs. Bennet, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jason Cooper, and this here is my wife, Brooke.”
Brooke slips an arm around her husband’s waist. Jason looks at her, and a warm, loving look passes between them. My throat thickens. I’ve always envied the pure honest love between them. Their love grew from a tragedy for both of them.
Brooke’s brother, Marvin Foster, was Jason’s best friend. He and his wife Ellie died in a grisly road accident on their way home from their honeymoon. It had been a horrible time for the LA fire department, losing one of their own.
But for Jason and Brooke, it had been intense grief. It almost brought them to their knees. Instead, they came together and walked through the loss. They had clung to each other and ended up falling in love.
They adopted Liam, Marvin, and Ellie’s boy, and then had a daughter of their own. If there was a family that deserved their happiness, it was the Coopers. Now Jason leans close into my ear in a mock whisper.
“Just to warn you, you’ll get a lot of grief in there,” he said. “Everyone wants to know where you’ve been hiding Mila.”
I laugh it off, but I don’t miss the puzzling look Brooke gives me.
“Come on in,” Jason says and leads the way through the house to the backyard where everyone is gathered.
I keep my arm draped around Mila protectively. We accept congratulations, and as Jason said, a little grief about not getting an invitation to the wedding. That doesn’t go on for long, and most people are eager to get to know Mila.
“I’ll take her if you don’t mind,” Debbie says, pulling Mila away from me.
I throw a quick questioning glance at Mila, and she smiles reassuringly. Only then do I let her go. Someone places a bottle of beer in my hand, and I sip at it appreciatively. I must admit it’s not so bad being here. The air is filled with smells of roasting meat and burgers, and it’s nice to listen to everybody chatter about normal things.
It doesn’t take long for my mind to return to Isaac, and my blood goes cold. What am I doing here, partying like I don’t have a care in the world? I should be at home waiting for the court evaluator. What if he comes and there’s no one home? He probably expects Isaac to be home at this time. My heart races as all kinds of crazy thoughts run through my mind. I try to tell myself that I’m being unreasonable.
A hand claps my back, and I snap back to the present.
“Congratulations, man!” Collins says. “You took us by surprise.” There’s a look of concern on his face.
Guilt floods me, but I can’t tell anyone the truth. I beam at him. “You know how it goes, one minute you’re not ready, and in the next, you can’t bear to lose her.”
He looks at me, puzzled. Clearly, he has no idea what I mean. Honestly, neither do I. Someone bangs their glass with a spoon to call for attention, and I gratefully turn. It’s Jason.
“How about a toast for the new couple?” he shouts.
A cheer goes up. This must have been planned because several bottles of champagne emerge, and two ladies distribute flutes. My gaze seeks Mila. She’s smiling and looks so happy. She frowns when she catches my eyes, and I realize that I’m frowning.
I arrange my mouth into a smile, but it’s too late. Mila knows me too well. That knowledge astounds me. We haven’t been together for long, and already we know each other deeply.
Brenda and I were married for years and did not really know each other. My friends and colleagues congratulate me and shake my hand. It’s as if all this is happening to someone else. I say and do all the right things, but my heart is not in it.
I need to be at home. I’ll give Mila and Isaac another half an hour, and then we definite
ly have to go home. The tension in my body will only ease when we’re home.
“We’re happy for you, man!” Jason says and hands me a flute brimming with champagne.
“Thanks!” I tell him as cheerfully as I can and gulp the champagne in one go. I welcome the burn in my throat.
Jason pours me another.
“Go to your wife!” someone shouts.
I grin like I am having the time of my life and oblige to the request. I stand next to Mila and drape an arm around her shoulders.
Jason’s voice rings out. “To Mr. and Mrs. Bennett. We wish you all the happiness in the world, and we won’t hold a grudge that you never invited us to the wedding.”
Laughter rings out. Mila’s shoulders are stiff. I massage them softly, and they slowly begin to loosen.
Following Jason’s instructions, we turn to each other and clink our glasses, and then I kiss Mila on the mouth amid catcalls. The champagne has made her skin glow. She looks so beautiful. I caress her cheek, and her eyes soften.
Chapter 22
Mila
“I’m so glad that Brad finally found someone that is deserving of him!” Lisa says, and everyone grows silent.
Debbie lets out a nervous laugh and places her hand on my arm. “What Lisa means is that we all think you’re lovely and so good for Brad and Isaac.”
A smile almost splits my face into two. Her words validate what I feel. Brad, Isaac, and I make a beautiful family. Then I remember Jessica’s words. They pierce through my happiness.
Don’t make the mistake of falling in love with Brad. He’s doing this for his son, nothing else.
I try to push away my best friend’s voice, but I don’t quite manage it, and though I fix a smile on my face, my joy has dissipated. I shift my gaze to Brad. Someone who does not know him would think he’s having the time of his life. Though he’s smiling, his right foot keeps tapping the ground.
Something has been on his mind all morning.
“Welcome to the crew, Mila,” Brooke Foster says, bringing me back to the present.
I smile back. “Thank you.”
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