Page 33 of Slow Burn
“I did too, I think. That first night I knew that love again. I said yes for you. For me. Because I wanted to be with you anyway I could be. But for her too, because I already loved her somehow. Even when it hurt to feel that again.” Pain flares in my chest as I realize what I did to my girl.
“Oh, honey. I made you come raise my daughter after you...” Brynn twists, going up on her knees between my legs.
“Amelia is what started healing me, baby. It was hard, yes. At first. To see her grow and change and know I missed it. Holding her, putting her to bed, cuddling with her while I read to her; all the things I missed out on. I made a choice for her, Levi. I had nothing to give her then. Even less after. Doesn't mean I never wished I did. I do all the time, and that just my selfishness. But, I loved her and I love Amelia.” Brynn catches her bottom lip in her teeth because we both see it. See her biting her words back. Brynn loves me, too and right then, she nearly said so.
There's so much more to say. More truths to be told after tonight. Right then neither of us needed it. I just needed her. To feel her, and see that look in her eyes. One that shines of her own need and love. Because I know that's how I look at her.
I take her mouth, hands shoving at her scrubs again. Brynn scrambles to get closer, opening her lips to my tongue, giving me that moan that's her plea for more. I yank her down my lap, already driving into her the moment I have her scrubs out of the way.
“Levi!” Brynn moans, both hands hooking into my shoulders, nails digging in just like I like it,
“Hush, honey. Don't close those eyes, Brynn. You look at me when I'm inside you. Nowhere else. Tell me why.” I demand as I curve my hands around her hips, slamming her down on my cock.
“Because it's us. Just us.” Brynn whimpered, bucking against me, her eyes wild and hungry.
“Fucking right. Just us honey. You're just mine. I'm just yours. No one else.” I angled her hips, hissing out a groan as she shoved off me, then slid back down again.
This time, it’s less rushed, less about my need to make it stick. Because, I know now, it is going to stick. With or without Amelia, this would stick. I fuck her slow and deep, watching the parts of her that were empty fill up. With me. With Amelia, with us. When I come inside her again, I don't care if it sticks or not.
We are going to stick.
Brynn's walls are little more than rubble at her feet. But, I still need to wade through the destruction and build her back up. Make her strong and whole again. Tonight, I intend to get started on doing just that.
Gwen refused to return Amelia, at least till tomorrow, giving us our very first baby-free night. I plan to destroy every wall Brynn has left tonight. Then get to the building part.
We leave a happy family at the hospital, both Hunter and Lola beaming. The ride home is quite but charged with everything we said, everything we will say. I hold Brynn close to me, knowing damn well tonight has changed us. Changed this thing between us. Brynn wants to build a fairytale with me too. I just need to figure out what we are fighting to keep out.
Once we get home I run a bath while she climbs into bed. Watching her in my home, our home, I vow to conquer any dragon foolish enough to try and destroy this fairytale. That woman will be my queen, mother to my children and I will do right by her, Amelia, and our family. No matter how high I need to build this castle, I won't let them get hurt.
Stepping into the bedroom, I just look at her. The gauzy thong she has on is pointless—and will be gone in a few seconds. Brynn looks like the queen she is, lying there. A crown of mussed crimson hair. Creamy, fair skin on the curves and lines of her hips and ass. I decided it’s time I start worshiping her properly. I go on my knees at the edge of the bed and begin to do just that.
“Levi...” I love how she says my name, as if her lips form the letters differently than anyone else.
“Mmm, you know. I decided. Amelia is our Princess, yeah,” Brynn nods her head as my hands skim up her calves, “Makes you my queen, doesn't it? Like I said earlier, think I ought to start treating you like it.” My dick is hard already but when she gives me that shudder, it gets impossibly harder.
Slowly, my hands work over her body. Starting at her ankles, I massaged her calves, her thighs. Kissed her instep, the spot behind her knee that makes her giggle. Lavish a deep, slow kiss at her pussy. Bite her hip, lick the marks I leave. Suckle her nipples into my mouth.
I turn her over, crawling over her, my knees at her hips. My hands never stop moving. Never stop touching her. Learning what spot makings her shiver. Which spot raises goosebumps on her flesh. I rip her panties off, kissing away the marks I leave. Bite new ones into her plump ass, lick her swollen folds, savoring her taste. I just circle her tiny starfish ass when she comes the first time.
“Fuck....Levi...baby.” I smile against her and do it all over again.
Brynn comes two more times, once with my tongue buried inside her pussy, and when I pump two fingers inside her and a third into her ass. All before I ever take my dick out. It’s not actually me who takes him out, in fact. She shoves a hand between her legs after shoving up on her knees.
Glancing back at me like the sexiest nanny I've ever seen, she guides me to her hot pussy and shoves back. I see stars. It’s just a few strokes of me bare inside her again before I shove her flat against the bed, pumping myself into her. We both moan as I fill her again.
Afterwards, I carry her to the bath. It soothes my aching joints and she's hot as fuck all slippery and soapy. We stay in until the water goes cold; I empty it and refill it and take my time washing her. Before I let her out, she rides my hand to another orgasm; after I towel her off, she drops to her knees and returns the favor.
Brynn is in bed brushing her wet hair out. In my CFD shirt, filled with my come and my promises when I see it. Her phone lit up with a call. From Boston, again. I shake away the dread I feel and join her in bed. I can't help but mention it though, and she cringes when I do.
“Boston,” I said, my chest aching at the idea of her having a home somewhere else, “I said it's not an option. Tell me you know that. Honey, tell me you know you can't even consider your home being anywhere else but here. With me and Amelia.” Brynn bows her head, taking a slow breath as that ache spreads.
“I don't want to go back. I never meant to.... how could I know you were here? That you could change everything? I know you want to protect me. Protect us. You can't protect me from Boston. It was selfish of me to think you could.” Brynn sets her brush aside, going up on her knees to face me.
“I will do whatever it takes to keep my family safe. You are my family, Brynn. Whatever it takes. I am okay building this thing with you a brick at a time. I can't do it if you don't let me in enough to build the walls high enough to protect us, honey.” Brynn looks at me, her eyes soft and a little sad and it kills me. I don't know if she will give me what I need to protect her.
“I build things, Levi. It's what I do. I am so Goddamn good at it; most people can't see the cracks or shitty foundation. You do though. No one else.... only Lola and my mother know about Abbi. And, now you. I am giving you the bricks, Levi.” Brynn reaches out to me, her words doing nothing to soothe me.
“A brick at a time, then.”
