Page 41 of Slow Burn
“Fucking right. All mine. All of you is all mine. It's sticking, honey. You hear me. We're sticking.” Again, I thrummed my thumb against her hot, wet flesh, watching her shudder beneath me.
I could barely focus, I was so fucking jealous. So fucking scared. I pounded into her again and again, feeling her come before I even slowed. Her tightness pulsed and shuddered around me as she moaned my name, told me she loved me, reminded me she was mine. But, I was terrified that maybe she wasn't.
“Turn over. Bring that ass back here.” I commanded, slapping her thigh as she turned.
I knew Amelia was fine with her playset, knew we had some time. I think I might not have cared if we didn't, I needed this. Needed to feel her submit to me. Give me everything. Like I wanted to give her. Brynn obeyed, though, twisting on the bed, arching her back, her top half flat on the bed.
“Levi....” My name on her lips made me harder still, and I buried myself deep inside her.
I bucked against her harder and deeper, slapping big, pink handprints into each cheek. A thrust in, a swat to her ass. Thrust out, swat to her ass again. I brought her elbows back, wrapping my arm around them as I used her body to fuck her harder. To punish her. And to punish myself. Because hurting her like this, it hurt me too.
“That's it. Fuck, you're so hot and wet for me, honey. Always so fucking greedy for my cock. This cunt loves my cock. Tell me you love it, baby. Tell me how much you need it.” I didn't even know what I was saying, but Brynn obeyed every demand.
When I sunk two fingers into her ass, scissoring them, she took it. Sweat coated us both, the bed thudded against the wall and the room reeked of sex and still, I pounded into her. Pumped my fingers into her, told her how much I fucking loved her. Needed her. Would never let her go.
Brynn didn't back away when I pulled out, pressing myself against her ass. Didn't cry out when I pushed inside, my fingers moving to her pussy. Just took it, moaning and telling me she loved me. Over and over. Even when I drove so deep, my balls slapped her clit. Brynn knew I was punishing her, and she thought she deserved it.
“I fucking love you. Need you. Need you so much, honey. You're all fucking mine. My queen. My fucking queen.” I growled this into her shoulder, my teeth sinking into her flesh as I came inside her, marking her as carnally as I could.
“My king.” Brynn moaned beneath me as I rolled off her.
We took a moment, staring at each other as we settled back to earth. No words were said, but questions were asked.Are we ok? Will we be ok? Why can't you tell me everything? Would you stay if I told you everything?I didn't know the answers, not really. But I knew this was sticking with me, even if we weren't okay, and if she did tell me everything and I didn't let her stay. I was never shaking what this woman did to me.
That Monday did not end like the others before it.
It was when my crazy started to show itself. I fucked Brynn every chance I got, anywhere she let me, in any way she would let me. In the shower every morning, in the kitchen between lunches or during dinner.
At the park during a movie outing with the others, our daughter cooing over baby Ford. Every time, it was more intense, more full of need and desperation than the last. And every time, she told me nothing but how much she loved me. Loved Amelia. Loved us. Promised she was staying.
“I love you Levi,” Brynn moaned one night while I fucked her hard and fast in the back seat of our brand-new SUV,”I love you, baby. Please...please.” It wasn't enough, the truth in her eyes, in the way she said it, it wasn't enough.
Afterwards, her phone rang and she gave me that look then walked away to listen to someone else tell her something that mattered more than the truth.
BRYNN
Levi thought I had someone else waiting for me somewhere. Oh, he never accused me of seeing someone else. Or checked my phone—despite my many mysterious calls—or even talked about other men. It was what he did not say that let me know his fears. It lit him with a fire I'd never seen before. A fire lit by my fucking lies.
“Tell me it’s mine. Tell me.” Levi growled into my ear as he bent me over the counter, taking me hard and fast.
“Everything is yours, baby. I'm yours. I love you, Levi.” I took his punishing thrusts as I gripped the granite, my body aching from the force.
Aches I could take. Constant fucking, dirty and rough most times, sweet and slow others, but always tinged with a bit of desperation, I could take. Hell, I welcomed it. Getting lost in what he did to me, the way he touched me, the way his weight felt on my body, pinning me down, claiming me again and again. I could take that every day. And lately, I did. Several times a day.
What I could not take was the questions in his eyes.
Because he deserved the truth. Levi deserved my everything. I knew he did, and I knew I was a fucking coward for not giving it when he asked. When he begged me, without making either of us hurt with the questions. Every single day for weeks, he begged me to tell him. To give the final bricks that could make this castle of ours solid. I couldn't. I was too scared it would crumble around us.
“Tell me you love me.”That was no lie; I could tell him that a thousand times.
“Tell me it's mine.”Again, not a lie; my body, soul, my heart was his. My lady parts? No doubt his.
“Tell me you will stay.”This one, whispered just last night as we snuggled in bed, I could say. It was not a lie; I never wanted to leave.
Bernie had taken the choice to stay away from me, however.
While making eggs and waffles for us, after the early morning before-breakfast fuck Levi seemed to need lately, I got another message. With too many details to let me breathe right. What Amelia was wearing at the park the day before. Where Levi worked. The new car we had purchased. Details that meant Bernie was within reach. I had no choice but to leave, even if just to lead him away from my family.
“I love you, Princess.” I whispered to her while scooping her up, after serving Levi his breakfast.
