Gavin (Members From Money Book 24)

by Katie Dowe

  He liked to observe her without her knowing. She was so naturally graceful it was like watching a swan glide through water. Natalie sat on the edge of the bed massaging lotion into her skin. The slow strokes of her hands on her legs reminded him of how delicately she stroked his cock to hardness once before. Tonight those same hands would bring him pleasure.

  Natalie moved on to her hips and inner thighs. He marveled at the way her legs curved at the top of her thighs before flowing out to her hips. He was yet to meet a white woman shaped this way. She stood up on the top platform next to the bed regally before turning around and bending over to slip on the red lace panties from their place on the bed.

  That ass… there was just something about the way it looked and slightly jiggled when she moved. It was almost sacrilegious thinking about how his cock disappeared between the firm cheeks to find the entrance of her passage. He loved taking her from the back. It was carnal, it was primal, it was fucking sexy.

  A simple bandeau bra was slipped on over her full breasts. She insisted on breastfeeding or pumping off the milk for their baby. Most of the women he knew went straight for the formula, fearing the dreaded breast sag that was said to accompany motherhood. Brett didn’t care. Seeing her body change after bearing his child stimulated him more than a perfect stick figure body any day.

  His cock was throbbing and if he didn’t stop stroking as he watched her, he would cum before he made it to the bed. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he pushed the door of the master bathroom open and joined her on in the room.

  “You smell and look delicious.” Brett told her as she gave him a welcoming smile.

  “I thought you would never get done in there.” Natalie lamented.

  “I have a confession” Brett revealed, “I watched you dress from by the door. I couldn’t help myself.”

  Natalie tossed back her head with a throaty laugh, “I can confess too… I knew you were watching me. I saw you from the time you stepped out the shower.”

  Brett dropped his head in feigned embarrassment. “Did you see this too?”

  He dropped the loosely hung towel from his hips making his hard dick the center of attention. Uninhibited, she stepped forward and grabbed it in the firm grasp of her fingers. “I saw you stroke it and caress it.” She whispered against his cheek.

  With a gentle shove, she pushed him back onto the bed. It had been a while since she had been this up and close with the cock she left her mark on. She made love to it, running the entire length of it against her face slowly. Her fingers traced the veins running along the rod and like any true seductress, she tempted his senses by letting her warm breath tickle the head, threatening to slip it into her mouth.

  She didn’t leave out the sac swinging freely under his cock. She fondled and kissed his Jewels as though they were the most precious ones on earth. Brett, incensed by the teasing of his stiff sensitive member, held his breath, enjoying the attention and anticipating the minute she would put him out of his misery.

  She felt his leg muscles tense when she finally closed her warm wet mouth over his wood. The sweet nectar of stimulation connected with her taste buds and she knew she was successful in turning the right key. Sucking him brought her more pleasure than he would ever know. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth brought her pussy to overflowing wetness - she enjoyed it as much as he did.

  Brett couldn’t take much more of this. He felt the cum leaving his balls and traveling to the head of his cock much too quickly. In an instant, he reached down his hand and extracted his dick from the confines of her mouth. “No Natalie, this is one race I don’t want to win.” Smiling wickedly she climbed further onto the bed and propped up on her elbow, watching him catch his fleeting breath.

  Natalie found herself pinned to the bed by her hands and the mouth she had pleasured Brett with now imprisoned punishingly by his. The kiss was desperate and wanton, a fire needing to be extinguished and fueled at the same time. Soon the kiss left her lips and found her neck and then her chest and then her breasts. Brett needed to see them. He tried to remove the little scrap of stretchy fabric hiding them from his view. She stopped him.

  “They leak milk when I let them free.” She said, slightly embarrassed that the part of her body he once enjoyed, now served the single purpose of feeding their baby. “I don’t care,” Brett said stubbornly. “Let them leak.”

  Her nipples stiff from the stimulation didn’t need to be touched. As soon as the bra came off, tiny white rivulets ran down the sides of her breasts. Brett was in awe. As gently as possible he allowed his tongue to taste the life supporting milk. “Sweet as the source.” He smiled and felt her body relax.

  The mound above Natalie’s pussy was fatter than he remembered and the swell of her lower lips had definitely gotten puffier. He wondered if it tasted as sweet as he remembered. His tongue confirmed that it was sweeter. The once shy and timid clit no longer needed to be coaxed out to play and as he licked the sweet button, Natalie whimpered his name.

  There was no need for him to answer as he knew it was confirmation he was doing what she needed him to do. Creamy juices flowed from her still narrow opening and Brett tasted that too. That drove Natalie to the brink of oblivion and the stars in her head confirmed that she had indeed left this dimension.

  Brett wasn’t as strong in will power as she was. She could lie there all night enjoying his sucking and licking but he wanted to get lost in the deep wet folds of her pussy. Changing his position, Brett angled his cock at her entrance and waited for her permission to enter. He knew she hadn’t been with a man since him and because of the baby a few months ago he didn’t want to hurt her. “I won’t break Brett… I promise.” She smiled urging him to come inside.

  The feeling of being enveloped by her warmth made him fly. She was tighter than he remembered and he was careful not to move too quickly. When she was filled to the hilt without pain, he grew more confident in his movements. Natalie locked her thick legs around his narrow waist, preventing him from separating his body from hers. His thrusts were measured and deep, stroking parts of her insides she had forgotten existed. This injection of love was what this couple needed. The coupling of two different individuals on one plateau of intimacy brought them together in an age old dance of time. This was love making.

  The bed shook and their bodies vibrated as Brett removed layers of pain and fears with his strokes of reassurance. The passion in the movements of his waist and the heaving of her leaking breasts brought them to the pinnacle in a matter of minutes. There were no words to speak as he lay there, embedded deep inside her, wanting never to be separated again.

  *****

  There was nothing Marilyn could do about the little girl. Well… there was, but every option she thought of would be illegal and she was simply too old for a prison visit. William was no good to her now, and Priscilla had suddenly moved away without warning. No one knew that Brett threatened to sell the footage of her sexual escapade with William to the most popular gossip page online. It was safer for Priscilla to cut her losses and leave.

  Chapter 11

  The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong and even though his mother lay there almost helpless, she refused to cooperate with him. “Mom, let me help you. The doctors said you need family and friends to help you back on your feet.”

  “Don’t you have a baby to mind?” She snapped. “You are no longer my son.” Marilyn had said some horrible things to him in the years past, but that statement was like a knife to the heart.

  “Mom… like it or not, I am going to help you.”

  She closed her eyes and turned her face away. He had been dismissed. It made no sense staying. The full time nurse they hired since their mother became temporarily paralyzed by pain, stood in the corner pretending not to hear the exchange between mother and son. “Make sure she eats and takes her meds. I know it’s your job as a professional, but you see how she gets. Don’t let her give you a hard time.” The sensible nurse nodded
in understanding and Brett left the room.

  As difficult a character his mother was, it was painful to watch the once able bodied, smart mouthed woman lying in a bed relying on someone else to take care of her. Yes, sometimes Marilyn was malicious and interfering, but she was still his mother. It was hard to watch her suffer.

  William contemplated moving her in with him, but after the scene she created at Joy’s first birthday party it was highly unlikely she would come willingly. Reluctantly, she had visited the party, but when Joy’s mother began to open the many gifts from friends and other normal thinking family members, Marilyn became enraged.

  “Do you think this is right? She’s hardly able to play with so many things at once. She needs to learn about hard work and earning what she needs. Sucking on a golden spoon shouldn’t be something she should come to expect.”

  Brett saw Natalie’s expression darken and having been a recipient of Natalie’s sometimes lethal moods, Brett sought to intervene as quickly as possible. “Mother what are you talking about? I had all this and even more as a child and look how I turned out.”

  His effort to quell the situation was a shot in the dark that never found its target. Marilyn had caused a stir with her ridiculous statement and chose to ride her wave of opportunity to center stage.

  “Yes, well… you were a real Haughton… she’s… well… look at her!”

  Natalie’s hand found itself propped on her hip. This was never a good sign.

  “Mom,” Brett pleaded, “You are out of place. Look at this sweet little girl. She’s more Haughton than me!”

  A few of the parents laughed while the nannies gathered up the children taking them to the nursery. They were wise enough to sense the impending storm.

  Marilyn stood from her perch on the chair indignantly, “She will never be a Haughton and I don’t care who you marry, they will never be a Haughton either.”

  It was too late. Natalie could no longer keep her mouth shut. “You are damn right I will never be a Haughton! Have you seen some of the shit you people do to each other? I am just happy Joy inherited her daddy’s kindness… a trait that must have skipped you!”

  Natalie needed to find her child. She stalked over to the staircase to go to the nursery before turning back to add, “I just hope that one day in the future, the same child you ridicule now will be of help to you, proving you and your outdated prejudices wrong. People like you have a way of eating your words.”

  With that, she excused herself and went upstairs. The other mothers in the room looked to Marilyn and then Brett. Who would have the final word? Apparently no one would, because the old woman quietly found the door and left. So much for happy birthday celebrations.

  But now she lay bedridden and medication dosed, to keep the pain at bay. Brett would meet with her doctor later here at the house for the official prognosis. Right now he had to meet the wedding planner with Natalie. The nuptials were fast approaching.

  Brett couldn’t focus on anything the nasal white woman pointed out as she fanned through swatches of fabric. She and Natalie decided on the chair coverings while Brett tried to appear interested. When the woman left the room to grab possible table centerpieces, Natalie leaned over and said, “I know your mind is on your mother. You can leave if you want to. I can deal with this.”

  “Are you certain?” He asked, not wanting to cop out.

  ‘’Yes I am. It’s fine.”

  Giving her a kiss on the cheek, he left the wedding planners place. He didn’t take the limo today. Instead, he took a simple white sedan. Brett found himself driving around aimlessly. There was nothing more he wanted right now than to see his mother up and walking again. He couldn’t lose her.

  Finding himself in a park where they brought Joy a few times, he stared at the small children running around. Life was so precious, fragile even and these little ones had no idea the horrors it would bring them. For now they played with minds full of wonder at the brand new world they were being raised to conquer. By the time Brett left the park, most of the mothers had taken their children home. It was time for him to see his own mother and the doctor.

  On the drive to her house he called Natalie. She and Joy were eating mashed potatoes and watching a cartoon. Knowing they were safe and happy brought him some measure of happiness. When the gates of Marilyn’s estate swung open the weight of the upcoming diagnosis settled deeper between Brett’s shoulder blades. A black car already parked and empty signaled the doctor had arrived.

  Brett met him as he closed the door to his mother’s room. “Dr. Kirk, I would say it’s nice to see you, but it isn’t under the circumstances.”

  “I know son let’s go downstairs and talk.”

  Brett chose the kitchen because his mother kept a fine selection of liquors in her cabinet. A stiff one would help him digest the news better. When the scotch was poured he said, “Lay it on me doc.”

  “Well to be honest, it’s not looking too good. We found an aggressive Leukemia. The chances are slim.”

  There it was, in once concise speech. Marilyn was dying.

  The doctor added more. “There is some hope in bone marrow transplant, but finding the donor is the challenge. The waiting list is long and your mother isn’t a young woman. That, coupled with the aggression of the cancer makes this a very touch and go situation.”

  Brett poured himself another shot. “How do we get on this list Doc? And is there any way I can tempt you to break your Hippocratic oath and take money to move my mom to the top?”

  Dr. Kirk had been doctor to more than one rich person. It was not an unusual question. “Unfortunately no, I cannot get you on or up the list. And even if I could the rarity of finding a match is the real problem.”

  Because he didn’t know what else to say, Brett took another shot and slammed the glass on the marble counter with a thud.

  “It’s hard Brett but the first thing we have to do is test the family members willing to try. I gotta tell you, it’s not always a pleasant procedure and not everyone is enthusiastic about being poked and prodded.”

  “I can be there tomorrow. I will work on the others. What do you need me to do?”

  The good doctor laid out the process is layman’s terms as best as possible. When he was through, Brett was convinced he would be the match his mother needed. Shaking the doctor’s hand vigorously, he thanked the man for his time. He wanted to see his mother.

  She lay like an angel with her hair spread out on the lilac pillow case. He held her hand and she squeezed his palm tightly. That would never happen if she had been awake. The tears flowed freely down Brett’s face as he remembered the times she had been good to him. She had been an interfering old bat at times, but he loved her.

  As the tears dried on his face, he willed himself to be the perfect match for her. There was still so much life left for her to live and as much as Marilyn didn’t want it, Brett needed his mom and Joy to have a bond.

  The nurse came to the room for her seven o’clock check and he decided it was time to go home to his own family. Times like these made him even happier that he had fought for the people he loved and won. Life was just entirely too fragile.

  *****

  Brett wasn’t a match, neither was William or Chevonne or any of the others Brett had threatened with death if they didn’t go through the process of elimination. The list the doctor spoke of was of no help either. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Brett found himself wondering what to do next. Added to his troubles was the wedding exactly two months away. Natalie did all the planning alone. He wasn’t even too sure what the wedding colors were.

  There was currently a personal appeal from Brett circulating through the Haughton staff. He asked, no, implored them, to volunteer to help Marilyn and surprisingly they turned out in numbers. He was truly touched that such kindness still existed within the human race.

  After a month of testing not one person had come close to being a match. He had run out of options. That night as he laid his head on hi
s soon to be wife’s shoulder, she stroked his hair and told him it would be alright. She comforted him in a way no one else could. He told her of his frustration and the desperate search for a donor. She had heard it before. Still, she listened.

  As he rolled away from her on the massive bed, Brett listened as she got up and went to get her purse. She rummaged through the magical device holding way more than it was supposed to, to retrieve a neatly folded piece of paper. She handed it to Brett, who tried to make sense of what it was. “Open it,” she urged and reluctantly he did.

  In his hand he held a consent form to the donor clinic. The filled in information was the stunning part. ‘Joy Johnson- Haughton’ it read, age 14 months old. Mother Natalie Johnson, Father, Brett Haughton. The line at the bottom had been filled in with her signature. The blank space next to it indicated his signature was needed to complete the form.

  “Are you sure about this Natalie? I mean this is pretty painful and isn’t she too young?”

  “I spoke to the doctor. She can do it. Sign the damn form.” It was a demand, not a request. Taking the pen from her outstretched hand, he signed with a flourish. He had no clue what God was thinking when he created this woman but she was indeed a gift.

  Later that night, after he made love to her, Brett crept down the hall to watch his Joy sleep. He did that a lot recently. It brought him peace. He prayed that she not be in pain after the procedure. He didn’t pray for her to be a match. He was tired of that now.

  *****

  They made sure Joy was comfortable before they started, she had toys and juice and all the other things that made little girls happy. She stared when they poked the needle in her arm but didn’t cry. That changed after a little while of keeping still. For four hours they filtered blood in and out of his little girl. She squirmed and fretted but in the end they got what they needed.

  *****

  Joy didn’t cry or fuss after the procedure. She simply pointed at the small red bump on her leg and said “boo boo”. She was fine and that mattered to her father. He was on the way to his office a week later when Dr. Kirk called. He didn’t bother with pleasantries, he simply announced, “We have a match.”