Page 22 of Slow Burn
I woke up with her still in my arms and had refused to let go. It was coming up on a week of her being here constantly. Seeing me off with Amelia when I went to work, being there when I came home. Making up excuses to stay the night. Just like she was making up excuses to stay in Chicago.
All she needed was one, though; Amelia. Today was Amelia's half year birthday. Like goofy first-time parents, we wanted to celebrate. Amelia had quickly become the center of our universe. Nothing I wouldn't do for that tiny, adorable ginger. Half my heart was in her tiny digits.
The other half? That belonged to Brynn.
“Morning beautiful girls.” My words bring a flush to her creamy skin, those freckles burning golden across her cheeks.
Our gazes meet above Amelia's head. Hold. Change; hers darkens, her lids lowering as she snuggles closer. Mine go heavy because, fuck, she is so beautiful it makes me crazy. Messy hair, full lips, eyes dark with need. Need for more than I have given her yet. The more I started a week ago before life got in the way.
Without a word, I bend over my daughter's head, capturing Brynn's full mouth in a kiss. Its sweet and disarms her, making her go soft against me. Before it turns hot, which takes mere seconds with us, I break away. Gently tugging the baby out of her grasp, I disappear.
Amelia was the best baby. Slept through the nights, even slept in when I really needed her to. Like right now. I crossed the hall, tucked Amelia into her crib, pressing a kiss to her head, before heading back to my woman. I closed the door, just enough to let us hear the baby, before stalking towards the bed.
I can feel the energy in the room shift. Brynn knows my intentions. The flush of her skin, the pop of those freckles, the soft, fast past of her breathing. I can see the lacey lines of her veins along her neck, her skin is so pale. I swear I can make out the thud, thud, thud of her pulse at her neck.
“Behave.” It was Brynn's mantra, but she never meant it and I knew it. Don't know why she bothered saying it.
“You behave.” I smirked as I crawled over her, my knees on either side of her thighs.
Brynn's freckles burn brighter as her skin turns pink. I fucking loved it. Those jade eyes went mossy green, her breath coming fast as I slid my hands over her. Up her thighs, beneath the CFD shirt that she had claimed a few nights ago. I loved her in my clothes. Did shit to me I couldn't explain. Fairly certain I'd like her better out of my clothes more, though.
“It is always you that misbehaves. Not me.” Brynn argues, even as her hands shove beneath my shirt, tracing the line of hair that I know she loves.
“Lies. You like when I misbehave. Because you can misbehave right along with me. Before we do, though...” My hands don't stop moving until her shirt is shoved up beneath her breasts.
The tiny panties she's wearing, gauzy pink nothings, show everything. How pretty her pink folds are. How perfect. How fucking soaked. My mouth waters and I bend, pressing an opened mouth kiss to the lace. Right against her swollen clit. I do nothing more, because pretending is over.
“Wearehappening, Brynn. Don't think otherwise. This—you, me and Amelia; it's happening, baby. Before we start again, we need to talk. Because I owe you better now. “ Brynn flushed and fuck, it was lovely.
“Talk? About how you think you get to decide how we work?” Those emerald eyes sparked with fire; it was hot as shit.
“Mmm, no, baby. About how I don't forget for one second how lucky I am. That you are here, now, with me. That I might get a second chance with you. Even though I almost fucked it up.Didfuck it up. And about how I spent too long regretting it and being too stupid to fix it. Whatever is starting again now, with us, Brynn it started that first day in that barn, for me.” The tiny gasp gives her away and she softens; she recovers quickly, though.
“Ended awful fast, though, huh?” I move into her more, needing contact, her skin on mine, pleading for it.
“Wish I could take back exactly fifty-five seconds of our first weekend, Brynn.” Her brow quirks up so I trace it with a fingertip.
“Got it down to the second, do you? Tell me what difference fifty-five seconds might have made, Levi?” Lowering my head, I touch my nose to hers, my words hot against her full mouth.
“Because I don't need a second more to explain my marriage. I didn't take those fifty-five seconds because I had seventy-six hours with you that mattered more to me than twelve months with her. I was a coward, clinging to what I found with you that weekend, Brynn.” Her breathing picks up, her breath sweet and hot against my lips.
Beside her hips, my fists balance me, clenched so I don't rip her clothes off before I finish this talk. Because, we need to talk about it. About the three days that changed me, that started this, and that gave me something I refuse to let go of. Brynn is restless beneath me, her long legs tangling with mine, her hips bucking just slightly. Doing her best to entice me, because we're past behaving and we both know it.
“Could not spare fifty-five seconds for me?” Brynn barely finishes the taunt before my mouth is on hers, my hands curving around her hips.
The kiss is fiery, angry, burning up the resolve I had clung so tightly to. Her softness wraps around me, thighs at my hips, tits against my chest, an arm around my neck. Brynn shimmies her hips, my cock nestled between her thighs, right where he belongs. Her mouth is sweet and wet and it makes me think of another sweet, wet spot I can't wait to taste. But, first.
“My little minx.” My tongue licks the seam of her mouth, her moan echoing through the room and burning me inside out.
“Never said a thing about me being the one to behave.” Her tongue returns the favor, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip and I almost lose it.
“No, no you did not. Trust me, baby, I do not want you to behave. Like, ever. After,” I press her back into the bed, one hand pinning her arms above her head, “we get shit straight between us, Brynn.” For a split second, her full lower lip comes out in a pout and I just want to give her whatever she wants. Especially since right now, she wants me.
Something passes between us then. The air is charged with everything we're both thinking. Remembering. Three perfect days, one amazing night, all shattered by one epically fucked up morning.
The moment I laid eyes on Brynn Gold, I was a goner. Those bright green eyes, sparkling with a loneliness that spoke to me. We were surrounded by our friends, but until we found each other, we had been completely alone.
We stuck together those first days, laughing and dancing at the reception. Talking and flirting when we all stayed an extra day to celebrate. Brynn was shy but warm and sweet, and so enamored with the romance filling the air that weekend. I have Hunter and Lola to thank for the weekend that changed my life.
