Page 55 of Triple Protection
She inhales sharply, grinning like a kid at Christmas and I know then I've made the right decision. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't give this woman, especially when she honors me with a smile that hits me straight in the gut. If I can do this with anyone, it's her.
"Are you sure?" She whispers back. I nod. She takes a tiny, tentative step towards me before resting one manicured hand on my chest. I wait for the usual surge of adrenaline, the panic, the fight-or-flight response, but it never comes.
I smile at her, grateful for everything that she is. She smiles back, pressing her other hand to my other pec. Slowly, decadently, she presses both hands up my chest and around to the back of my shoulders. I pull her closer by her hips. She lifts one knee and places it on one side of me on the bench and pauses, waiting for my reaction. When it doesn't come, she rests her other knee on the other side of me, straddling me.
She pauses again and fuck, this woman's respect and kindness, to not only deal with my baggage, but to be so thoughtful to go slow and help me through my issues. My heart expands.
She slowly sets her weight on my lap before groaning and rolling her eyes shut as she nestles her center directly over my hard shaft. I give her an encouraging pull at her hips. She groans before running her hands up the back of my neck and through my hair, and I shiver at the way her nails gently drag down my neck. She presses her chest against mine and starts kissing my neck. I close my eyes and revel in the closeness of her, the feel, the smell of her.
"Have I ever told you how sexy you are in those glasses?" She says quietly, her voice low and sexy. I chuckle.
"No, I don't think you have." I let my hands trail up her back and into her hair.
"You're like a sexy professor and I'm the naughty school girl failing your class." I let out another quiet laugh.
"You've been watching too many pornos." I chide, but in the next breath I ask: "Will you wear a school girl outfit for me?" Imagining her in a half-done-up button-down shirt, a short skirt has me even harder.
"For you? Anything." She says, pulling back and looking me deep into my eyes. There is more meaning there than just sexually. I believe her. She would do anything for me.
"I love you, Brick." She whispers, before bringing her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. If my heart had expanded before, it exploded now. I want to cry, to scream, to shout, to wake the boys and tell them. The girl of my dreams loves me. And I am going to do everything in my power to keep her, to keep her loving me, to keep earning her love.
I return her kiss with a feverish kiss of my own. I want to tell her everything in that kiss. How much I love her, how much Ineed her, how much I am going to be the man she deserves for the rest of her life.
Before it can go too far, though, she pulls back, resting her forehead against mine and breathing heavy.
"I love you, too, Babygirl." I whisper into the space between us. She smiles. "I know." I let out a soft chuckle.
"Take off your shorts." She whispers. I hesitate, unsure of what she wants and where we are going with this, but the intensity of her stare forces me to move. The need and lust rolling off of her body is permeable. Her nipples peak and push against her silk sleep shirt. She raises an eyebrow in challenge. I slip the loose band of my shorts down and to the floor. She grins wickedly and kicks them aside.
She slides to her knees between my own, runs her hands up both of my thighs and my heart stops. The image of her - her beauty, her perfection, kneeling between one good knee and one scarred stump with my thick cock standing proud, just in front of her chin - it's too much. She never looks at my scars. For a moment, I think something so ugly shouldn't be that close to something so beautiful. But fuck - her blanket acceptance - it's the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She doesn't see the scars. She doesn't see the missing limb. She sees the man.
"May I? I want you in my mouth." My hard cock jumps appreciatively just in front of her chin.
Another pained groan escapes me, and I drag my hand down my face.
"Jesus Christ, woman, you're going to be the death of me."
Another lop-sided grin. "So, is that a yes?'
"Babygirl, if there's ever a time I say 'no' to you, you have my permissions to take me out back and put me out of my misery."
Chapter thirty-nine
Brick
Brick
A week later, I'm standing on the front porch of my family home with Angela, a mix of emotions. I'd gotten a cryptic phone call yesterday from my sister that I needed to come home as soon as possible. That she and Dad had something to tell me. That's never a good sign.
Angela stands next to me. I don't know what the news was, but I figured it was time to introduce her to my family. She also insisted on coming in case the news was bad enough I needed her there for support.
The small, white rambler looks worse than the last time I'd seen it. The yard is covered in snow, but even still I can see tall patches of grass poking through where it hasn't been mowed. One shutter on the side window has fallen, and the paint on the wooden siding is chipped.
Guilt mixes with trepidation, nerves, and anxiety. I should have checked in with my family more often. I should havecome home and helped. My dad is a proud man and never normally would have let his home fall into such disrepair unless something was very wrong.
Babygirl rests a tiny hand on my bicep before looking up and me and giving me an encouraging smile. I take a deep breath in and let it out before knocking on the door. I hear a commotion behind the door before it opens, revealing my sister. Her dirty blonde hair matches my own, but her eyes are brown where mine are blue. We could have been twins, but time has not been kind to her. She is thin and has deep bags under her eyes. Her entire body screams 'tired'. However, she gives me a soft, sad smile when she sees me. I see her begin to step towards me out of instinct before she holds herself back.
I wish so hard I could hug her, or let her hug me, but besides Babygirl I've been too scared to try with anyone else. The pain that etched across their faces when I recoiled at their touches in the hospital still haunt me to this day. I don't want to repeat it.