Chapter 12
TWELVE
THORNE
“Breathe, baby girl.” I stroke her slowly as her body shakes and keens under me.
There is a beauty in every sunrise.
But this morning, it holds no sway.
In my arms is the sun, the moon and the stars.
The bliss that engulfs me when she cums is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had for myself. She is my muse. Her pleasure is mine in more ways than I can explain.
Her inner muscles undulate and clamp down on me, my balls heavy with the cum that will only ever be hers. I’ll never waste a drop. It will be on her, in her, or swallowed by her.
Her eyes roll white as the last of her climax pushes me to my own edge and I cum hard. I think every orgasm with her is the best I’ve ever had, and yet somehow she tops each one with the next.
We’ve been at it all night. She passed out once when I ate her for a marathon session, and I lost count of how many times she came. I sucked and swallowed every drop and kept going, pushing her for more.
“Fuck.” It’s all I can say as I collapse on her back. Fucking her doggy style set me so deep, I want to plug her up and keep my cum inside her even though I now know my seed is rooted in her belly.
“Thorne…” My name on her lips as she melts into the bed, spent because of the pleasure I’ve given her makes my heart beat faster.
“Yeah, baby.” I’m breathing hard myself, the cardio workout she’s just given me will set me up for the week.
Looking down, golden orange sunlight is striped across her body as it streams through the blinds on the window from the ocean side of the room.
“How do you do that, Thorne? Just when I think I can’t cum anymore, you make me do it again. I’m glad my dad has an extra wheelchair because you will be pushing me around in it today and explaining to him why that is.”
We both laugh as I retreat from her wet heaven and settle her next to me. Her thighs are quivering and soaked down to her knees from her own sweet juice and my cum. And it’s beautiful.
I kiss her neck and feel her soften as I pull her back into my body, wishing we could stay like this forever.
“I want to go meet him,” I whisper, tracing a finger over her body and watching her shiver. “Want to talk to him man to man about us.”
“Well, don’t be so sure that will go well. He’s a hard guy to read. Not sure where he was all night last night. Maybe he’s not even here now. Feels a little funny having a boy in my room all night. I shouldn’t have to tell you just how forbidden that is. Even a cute, hunky boy like you.” She smiles impishly. “Maybe he’ll take to you. Never know.”
“I’m sure he wants to know who put the baby in here.” I rub her belly, holding onto her soft curves. All my heart knows what kind of precious cargo she carries.
“He doesn’t know.”
She turns her head and I shift so I’m looking down into her face. Her lips are a bit swollen from the rough kisses, my scratch of a beard rubbing her raw up above and down below.
“Oh no?”
“No. I couldn’t tell him, Thorne. It would kill him. That’s why they kicked me out before. When my brother died I was pregnant. It’s taken him this long to forgive me.”
Her deep set eyes search my face. I can feel that she’s just revealed a precious part of herself to me, and how delicate that subject is. I need to handle it with care. But I also need to know more, because it’s a part of her.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Where…” I’m not sure how to ask but she helps me out.
“I lost the baby. Two months along. I was moving into the room above Mrs. Takashima’s place by then. She helped me. I had no one else. I tried to call my mom but they didn’t want to know anything about it.”
My heart shatters into frozen shards. How could her parents turn her away like that? Such a beautiful soul. Knowing how alone she was sends boiling rage though my veins. Outwardly, I keep calm for her sake, but inside I’m ticking a little box next to her father’s name in my record of wrongs to her.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, it’s okay. Long ago and far away.”
“And you’ve been gone ever since? No contact with your parents at all?”
“Nope. They disowned me when I ran away. I didn’t go to my uncle’s, which was what my father wanted me to do. I don’t know, I guess he had his reasons, but my uncle…Well, they said I didn’t exist to them anymore. But time heals, that’s what they say. I never thought it would, but here I am. I think we’re both trying in our own way.”
Something about this doesn’t seem right. My mind is seeing connections but I’m unable to follow them. Call it a sixth sense, but I have a cold feeling about this whole setup. I mean, sure, people change, but the way she tells it her father didn’t want anything to do with her. Now, all of a sudden, he wants to welcome her back? It seems off.
“Baby…”
“He needs me, Thorne. And I guess I need him. I never thought I would, but I do.”
“He needs you? Has he said that?”
She gives me a quizzical look, but I need to work this out. There’s something else, something I can’t quite place.
“Yes. He can’t cope on his own. Why are you asking that?”
“It just seems odd. They have plenty of staff here, but he expects you to stay and take care of him?”
“That’s what he said. I’m sorry, I know you want me to go back with you. I’m not sure where that leaves us…”
“Baby, that’s not it. You and I are together. Where doesn’t matter. I just want you to take a careful look at all this for a moment. Does anything about it seem odd to you?”
“I guess it’s a little strange. My father was always distant. Most of my life he was away somewhere on business, and even when he was home, he was never that interested in me. Or even mom, honestly. But a few years can change a lot, right?”
“So, anything unusual gone on since you arrived? Or just you taking care of your dad…”
“Not really. When I got home, the funeral was over. Mom actually passed away a month before Dad sent the courier. She had a stroke. Guess he was too bereft to send news until then. At least it shows that he did care about her, after all. When I got here, we talked, he sent me to the doctor—”
“Wait, what?”
“It’s not some big deal, Thorne, he just wanted me to go to the doctor. He was worried about how I’d been taking care of myself, I guess. They did a bunch of tests. Took blood. Said I looked good though. I’ve been to a couple follow-up appointments since, too. Dad was just worried about me.”
Bull shit. My mind is screaming those words and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. Who waits a month before telling their daughter her mother has died? Then, when she finally gets home, sends her straight to the doctor? For what? A checkup? Bull. Fucking.hit.
“Okay, baby, I get it. I’m sorry. What’s wrong with your dad, anyway? I don’t think I ever asked.”
“I’m not sure about all of it. I know he has liver disease. But he also now has dialysis three times a week. He’s just sick.” She fidgets with a loose thread on her shirt. “He also calls me Cecelia and I hate it. He refuses to call me CeeCee. Cecelia was his mother’s name and she was horrrrrrrrible. So mean, hateful.” I’m not sure why she adds the editorial about her name, but I can tell that I’ve pushed too far. She’s getting defensive, and that’s my cue to back off. I won’t hurt her, but I have this horrible feeling that I may end up hurting him.
“Well, why don’t we go see if I can make his acquaintance? You’re my girl, Cee, and I don’t want to wait any longer to start our life. So listen…” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, angling it up so that I can steal a kiss. “We’re going to go find him. I’m going to tell him who I am, and who we are. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m telling you right now—you’re not getting away from me again, Cee. Not ever. You hear me?”