Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
A aron
All my friends have gone to “sleep” early. AKA they are having sex with their girlfriends. I’m horny as hell and all wound up. I thought a trip to the gym earlier would get rid of my pent-up energy, but then I come home to Briar in a pair of short shorts and a cropped T-shirt, and I’m back to square one. To make matters worse, she tells me she’s going to shower and my mind drifts back to Punta Cana. To our nights tangled in the sheets and our mornings in the shower with my cock buried deep inside her.
I’m watching a movie on Netflix and my dick comes to life. Problem is, I’m sitting smack-dab in the middle of the family room with my cock tenting my shorts. I grab a throw pillow and hug it against me to hide my arousal. I’m watching The Fast and Furious when I hear a whimper. At first I think it came from upstairs but then there is another whimper, and I realize it came from Briar’s room. I shoot up to my feet and am by her door in a flash. This is why we need to be living together. I need to take care of her. I knock lightly on her door but there is no answer. Another whimper comes through the door.
I open the door a crack. “Briar?” I whisper.
“Aaron, OMG, yes, so good. Hmmm.”
Holy shit, she’s having a dirty dream about me. I should walk away but my dick has other thoughts as my hard-on returns with a vengeance. She is moaning and groaning and fisting the sheets as I bite hard into my lip. I’m about to step into the room and wake her up when something stops me. I’m intruding on her personal space. I don’t want to push things between us because I could end up pushing her away. I head up to my room and jack off twice. Problem is, I’m thinking of licking Briar’s breasts and having her wet pussy sucking on my cock when I come hard both times. At least it gives me enough relief to crash.
* * *
The last few weeks have gone by in a flash. Briar had another ultrasound, and the baby is growing just fine. I have kept my hands to myself and have not mentioned her wet dreams. And yes, that is plural. Every night I chill on the couch to watch Netflix, and every night I hear Briar orgasming in her sleep. I’m on edge and about to lose my mind; I want inside her so bad.
I walk through the door in the late afternoon to see Briar sitting on the couch watching a movie and eating popcorn. She’s also crying.
“Beautiful, why are you crying?” I drop my bag at the door and kick off my sneakers.
I take a seat beside her on the couch next to her and she lets me embrace her.
“I’m watching The Notebook . It’s so beautiful the way he stays with her in the retirement home,” she hiccups.
I exhale since there isn’t something really wrong. Then she pulls away. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I shouldn’t be. . .” She swipes at her eyes. I know she’s referring to the situation with Mom.
“It’s tragic and sad. You don’t have to hide your feelings,” I assure. “Trust me, I’ve shed a good amount of tears every time I think of Mom not being around.”
“I’m so sorry. This was insensitive of me,” she says.
“No, it isn’t,” I assure. “I spoke to Mom today and they want us coming home for Easter.”
“You mean you,” she corrects.
“No, they want us coming. We have the Frozen Four finals in St. Paul starting on the tenth and hopefully we win. About a week later it’s Easter. Mom wants you meeting the family.”
“That would be really nice,” she says and she hiccups some more.
“Why are you still crying, baby?” I ask.
“I’ve been avoiding holidays for so long. They were just too painful knowing I wasn’t included with my family,” she says.
“You’re my family now.” I hold her close and kiss the top of her head.
She pulls back to look at me. “I’m not, but Nugget is.”
“Briar, you’re my family too,” I reiterate.
She looks at me and smiles, but it doesn’t touch her eyes. I don’t know what it will take for her to see how much I want her. How much I want to make her mine.
“We have a game Friday night in town. I want you to come. My parents aren’t coming but I think Annie, Charlie, and Ruby will be there. I can get you a seat with them,” I offer.
“That would be nice,” she says.
“Good. Now what are we doing for dinner?” I ask.
“I made some roasted chicken and potatoes. There’s plenty if you like. I think Finn and Charlie are also cooking in the kitchen, if you want what they are making,” she offers.
“The chicken sounds perfect.”
We head to the kitchen and eat dinner. Then we watch a movie on Netflix. We are only a few weeks out from the end of the semester. I’m hoping to go home for the summer and I want Briar coming with me. There is no way I would ever leave her. At the end of the movie, she gets up and says good night. I should get up and go to my room, but I tell her I’m going to watch some TV because I am a glutton for punishment. Within half an hour, on schedule, I hear her moans and feel like I am going to lose my mind.