Page 72 of Bonita Brynne

The kids didn’t complain and got to their feet. We’d put blankets and pillows on the floor for them to lie on. They both appeared to zone out during the movies from time to time, probably processing the day’s events.

When I voiced my concerns to my mom, she assured me they would be fine.“Kids are resilient and bounce back quickly,”she’d told me. While I didn’t disagree, I’d bounced back after her death, but I still had scars etched into my heart. Raymond had to be struggling a little. My gosh, he’d been captured and hit in the face.

The club’s doctor had stopped by to examine Raymond after dinner. He had a few bruised ribs and couldn’t play baseball in the summer league. My brother had said,“Heck, no! I’m playing, and you can’t stop me.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I gave them a little wave as they shuffled toward the door like zombies.

“Goodnight, Brynne,” Valerie mumbled, clutching her favorite fuzzy blanket that looked like a library bookshelf. Her love of books was adorable.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” I replied.

“See you tomorrow.” My mom kissed my cheek, then Joseph’s.

“Make sure to ask about my dad.” I felt weird making such a request about the man who’d abused her. But I still loved him on some level and needed to know his condition.

“Yes, honey. I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.”

Joseph closed the door and leaned against it. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Yeah. Take a hot shower. It’ll help.”

“That sounds great.”

Minutes later, he crawled into bed behind me and curled his body around mine. He rubbed against me, peppering soft kisses on my neck and shoulder and gliding his hand along my thigh.

My motor purred to life. “That was the world’s fastest shower,” I teased him.

“It would’ve been more enjoyable if you’d been in it with me.” He nibbled my earlobe.

I smiled. “But you’re exhausted.”

He yawned like a lion. “I am but never too tired for you.” He turned me around to face him and sealed his lips to mine.

Instantly I melted.

“I need you, Bonita. I want this day to end on a good note, with you and me making love.”

Making love…“That sounds amazing.” I shimmied out of my underwear and lifted my leg over his hip, opening myself to him. “I’m ready.” I wrapped my hand around his cock and rubbed the head against my clit.

“Mmm, that feels good.” He kissed me for a long time while I stimulated us. Usually, we were fast and furious, racing to the finish line of an epic release.

Tonight, we were slow and intentional. We caressed each other’s skin and inhaled the other’s scent into our souls. We were tender and loving… Exactly what we both needed.

He rolled me onto my back and entered me. Having him inside me was magical. The world didn’t exist when we were together, with our bodies joined as one unit. If we could stay like this forever, I’d never want for anything.

So many questions were floating through my head. I didn’t have the heart to voice them while we made love. I’d have to find out about Dorian, my dad, the casualties from the attack, and Libby’s condition tomorrow.

My back bowed as my orgasm took shape.

“I feel you pulsing, Bonita. I’m ready when you are.” He leisurely pumped in and out of me. It was wonderful, but at that rate, we could go hours before our releases hit.

“I need it faster.”

“Like this?” He increases his tempo but not the strength needed to hit my G-spot. However, he lifted me a little higher.

“Yes,” I mewled. “I need it harder too.”

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