Chapter 18 #2
Sebastian relaxed marginally before he pulled away and swallowed hard. “I’m an adult. I’m going to tell Mom and Dad. Because they deserve to know, because somehow my parents will be grandparents, and I have no idea how that’s going to go.”
I blinked and held back a laugh even though nothing was funny about the situation. But Grandpa Alex and Grandma Tabby had a certain ring to it.
“Her parents are not going to be okay with this. I don’t know what they’re going to do, but I’m going to take responsibility, and so will Marley.
If we have to get married, we’ll get married early.
I know everyone joked that we were going to get married young, but we were going to wait till after college.
We had plans. And this throws a wrench in it, but I don’t want Marley to have to quit school.
I don’t want to quit school, either. I don’t know. I just need to figure things out.”
“I’m here when you need me. And you’re going to need me.
You’ll need all of us. But that’s what we Montgomerys do.
We take care of each other. I know this is unexpected and so not the right time, but it’s okay.
We’re going to figure this out. You and Marley are not alone.
” Then I smiled, even though my stomach twisted at the thought of my baby cousin being a dad.
“Well then, Daddy. It looks like you have to learn how to change diapers,” I teased.
Sebastian cursed under his breath before he laughed, though I didn’t hear much humor in it. “I’m so not ready for this.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be ready for parenthood.
Even when you think you will be. So you’ll figure it out.
Hell, you guys are helping me figure out how to keep Brooke and Luke safe.
So, we will help you and Marley. You are not alone.
You don’t get kicked out of our family for having sex and dealing with the consequences.
And now I feel like a jerk for calling a baby a consequence. ”
“I’m pretty sure I nearly did.” Sebastian let out a breath. “I can figure something out. I don’t know. But I just don’t want Marley to be scared. Or feel like she’s alone. Because her parents? They’re not going to be understanding about this.”
From the way that her parents sounded, no, I didn’t think they were going to be understanding about it at all. And while I knew with certainty that every single one of our family members would understand, some would still grumble at the thought because it was a scary and monumental event.
I calmed Sebastian down a bit and then made sure he headed home.
He would talk with his family in the morning, and then the rest of the Montgomerys would hear about it soon and be on board to do what they could.
I just had to hope that in all of our numbers, we would be enough to help when Marley’s parents made things difficult.
And from how Sebastian sounded, the fear he had, I had a feeling that was an actual worry.
I packed up my things and headed to Brooke’s, wondering what else would change.
Because Lake seemed to be in a serious relationship, Sebastian was about to be a dad, and here I was, finding myself with a seemingly ready-made family.
It was scary as hell, and yet, I was ready for this. Scared but ready.
I knocked on Brooke’s front door as I got there, and she opened it quickly, a smile on her face. “I saw you pull up. Would it be weird if I gave you a key?” she asked, tumbling over her words.
I grinned, my heart squeezing. “I was thinking I should give you a key to my place.”
“Oh? That would be nice. Though I feel bad that we always do things at your house because Luke’s here, and all his things are here. But then I end up feeling Luke and I are taking advantage of you.”
I shook my head. “You are not. I like your place. And you’re right, Luke’s things are here.”
“Maybe we can do better about taking turns. I don’t know, but we can try.”
I smiled. I leaned down and took her lips with mine. She groaned and I smiled, setting my bag down near the front door. “We can do whatever you want. I’m easy. A key sounds good, though. It would make things easier to help out around here more.”
“Oh?” The fire flared back into her voice.
“Only because I want to. You were just saying that you needed somebody to help with the air filter because you can’t reach it, even on a ladder. I’m a foot taller than you. I can help.”
“I can reach if I jump,” she said with a laugh.
“It’s like we were both just now saying, you don’t have to do things on your own, and we can try to help each other out.
You have been doing most of the cooking because you like it, but I can help with other things.
I don’t know, Brooke. I’ll be honest. I’ve never had a serious relationship like this before.
I’m not good at it. So you’re going to have to be patient with me as I figure out what we’re supposed to do. ”
“I’m going to try to accept help. You’re going to try to figure out what we’re supposed to do. Because I don’t know about serious relationships either, remember? I’m just as lost as you.”
I raised a brow. “I didn’t use the word lost.”
She rolled her eyes and then led me back to the house as we tiptoed past Luke’s room. “You didn’t have to use the word. I got it in context.”
I smiled and followed her back to her bedroom.
“Did you get your work done?” I asked as we got ready for the night. I didn’t comment that this felt more like we were living together, a married couple, than anything I had ever felt in my life, because I didn’t want to scare her away. But, hell, I was pretty scared too.
She piled her hair on the top of her head and then headed to her closet, probably to change into her pajamas.
I shrugged and then stripped down, keeping on my boxer shorts. Neither one of us slept naked in case Luke came in, though I had noticed that Brooke had locked the door.
She only locked the door if we wanted to keep Luke out.
And that was only for a certain reason.
My cock pressed through my boxer briefs, and I looked down, groaning. “Behave.”
The door opened, and Brooke stood in short shorts and a tank top that barely held her generous breasts.
“Or don’t behave.” I blinked.
“Our faces are washed, your beard is clean, our teeth are brushed. I guess you just want to go and read in bed.”
“Maybe. But it has been a long day. And I could use some tension relief.” In more ways than one, I stood at attention. I swallowed hard. And then I was moving, cupping her face, and crushing my mouth to hers.
She tasted of mint and Brooke.
My dick slid against her belly and I licked her lips, then mine, before thrusting slightly against her.
“Those boxer briefs do not contain you at all,” she teased, sliding her hand between us to squeeze.
My eyes nearly crossed and I groaned before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she held back a squeal.
“We have to be quiet. Luke will be able to hear us.”
“I’m just saying if one of us wants to do some renovations to either one of our homes, soundproofing this bedroom will have to be number one.” I tossed her on the bed, and she bounced, laughing.
“Oh, that was so sexy.” She rolled her eyes, and I fell that much more in love.
Then I was over her, taking her shorts down, my mouth on her cunt before she could take her next breath. She put her hand over her mouth and arched, cupping her breast with her free hand as I licked her, spreading her, tasting her.
She was sweet and tart and everything that I craved. I was practically humping the bed as I went down on her, eating her out.
She came on my mouth in a silent scream, wet and hot and nearly sending me over the edge. We moved quickly, stripping each other, knowing each other more now than we ever had before. We had been hot and heavy all those years ago in Paris. We had quickly learned each other’s bodies then.
But it was nothing like now. Our bodies had changed, we had changed, but this moment? We were more together now than we ever had been before.
When she rose above me and slid down, over my length, both of us groaned.
She rode me, cupping herself as I played with her nipples and her clit, both of us taking our time, knowing that even though the world might come down around us soon, this was our moment.
And when she came, she clamped down around me, and I pulled her by her hair to my mouth.
I took her mouth, kissing her hard, before I slid out of her and moved just as she was pressed against the bed.
I pulled her hips, ass in the air, before I pounded into her, both of us groaning, trying to be quiet.
But there was nothing quiet about the heavy breaths, the sound of flesh against flesh, heat against heat.
And then I came, filling the condom, as I held back my groan.
I loved this woman.
I didn’t want to wait any longer.
While still in her, I lay down behind her, holding her close.
“I love you, Brooke. I’ve loved you for far longer than this moment. But I can’t hold it back anymore.”
Brooke stiffened, and I was afraid I’d said the wrong thing. She looked over her shoulder, tears sliding down her cheeks.
“I love you, too, Leif. Now turn me around so I can see your face.”
I laughed softly before I slid out of her, careful with the condom before I kissed her again.
“I love you,” I whispered. I kissed her lips, a sweet touch of promise. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
She held me, and I knew that, no matter what happened next, no matter who came at us, no matter what pressures came forward, I loved Brooke.
She was mine. And I couldn’t wait to tell the world.