Chapter 20 #3
“I know you are, girl. You’re more than okay. But this is where you let your Sir help.” I stand and put my arm around her. She leans heavily on me as we walk to the bathroom.
Bren’s always done her business in the bathroom, which I know includes cleaning herself out for my daily anal, very privately.
Having lived in the confined quarters of ships and barracks for most of my life, privacy isn’t something I’m overly concerned with and there’s something pleasantly domestic about standing side by side at the sink with Bren while we brush our teeth.
When she glances at the toilet and then at me, though, I clear out.
There’s being domestic and there’s watching my woman pee.
There’s not much fun in that outside a scene.
When she joins me in the bedroom, she’s carrying her clothes folded over her arm. She hands me the concert T-shirt.
“I appreciate you letting me wear it today, but I know it’s sacred, Sir. I probably shouldn’t sleep in it.”
I take it from her with a kiss and fold it into a drawer. Pulling out a pair of my briefs and a plain T-shirt, I gesture to her to hold her arms up so I can dress her.
“Sir, I— rule whatever it is. Seven, I think. I’m sorry, I haven’t memorized the numbers yet.”
Good subbie that she is, she’s offering me her ass before bed.
“Hold your arms up, girl.” When she does, I drop the T-shirt over her head and lean in to kiss her forehead. “Consider the offer made. I’m not up for that right now. I want to cuddle with my snuggleslut and put this day behind us.”
She droops and nods gratefully. When I hold out the briefs, she steps into them before climbing under the covers.
I follow her into the bed. My head hasn’t even hit the pillow before she’s curling into me, tucking her face into my neck, stretching her arm across my chest to trace little circles on my shoulder.
“Thank you for everything today, Sir,” she whispers, her voice thin and soft. “For being there for me. Before those guys jumped me, I was thinking about you and how much trust you’ve shown me. It means a lot.”
I turn my head and kiss what I can reach, which is the part of her hair, but it doesn’t matter. She feels it and she knows what it means: her Sir has her.
“Means a lot you came to me and let me take care of you, sweetheart. I hope you didn’t feel Logan and I were crowding you by running interference with Theo. I was proud of you for standing up to him and calling him out on his shit, but I didn’t like the way he was trying to lean on you.”
She rubs her hand up and down my biceps. “I didn’t feel crowded. I felt defended. It was a nice feeling. It’s nice being part of this . . . it’s kind of a family, isn’t it, Sir?”
“Very much a family, girl.”
“Mmm.” She snuggles in a little tighter as her breathing deepens.
I lie in the dark for a while, looking up at the ceiling.
It’s still on the early side and I didn’t have the hell-day Bren did.
I turn over what we learned from Theo with a small smile.
While I wouldn’t wish a ruptured testicle on anyone, it does feel like just deserts.
I wonder if Cinder will feel that justice has been served or whether he’ll still want to break more bones.
Whatever he decides, I’m up for it. As Napa said, this is the brotherhood.
On that thought, I finally close my eyes.
I open them again a few hours later when Brenna begins shifting around.
At first, I think she’s uncomfortable on her bad hip, but no, she’s just restless.
Her breathing tells me she’s not sleeping, so I rub my hand up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of her firm body through the thin T-shirt.
As I’m rubbing, she turns so my hand is suddenly on her breast. She covers my hand with hers and squeezes.
“Something I can do for you, girl?” I grumble sleepily.
“I’m horny, Sir,” she whispers.
I swear, any indication of desire from this girl is a magic wand for my dick, which immediately twitches with interest.
“Are you now? Residual adrenaline got you all hot and bothered?”
“I think it’s just lying here with you, Sir. You make me hot and bothered.”
I chuckle. “If you’re the one who’s hot and bothered, you can do all the work. Mount up and ride me, girl.”
I expect my sammie to grumble, but she must really be horny because she’s shed her clothes and climbed on top of me faster than I can blink, rubbing her slick kitty over my dick, licking between my pecs as she works up and down.
I catch her nape and pull her up so I can kiss her, ignoring the faint sourness of late-night breath.
Her mouth is still wonderfully warm and soft and I lose myself in it for long minutes.
She rubs herself all over me while we kiss, finally impaling herself when my cock reaches full mast. There was a time, not so long ago, when I couldn’t get hard without pain or cruelty, but I seem to have left that behind with my marriage.
Everything about Bren is a turn-on, whether we’re playing or just fucking like we are now.
But this day, which has held a number of surprises, turns out to have one more.
Bren rides me with a will until I take her hips in my hands and set a driving rhythm that has us panting into each other’s mouths, laughing at the wet slapping of our bodies, and groaning as we go off like firecrackers, her clasping kitty milking my release right out of me.
She collapses on top of me and nuzzles into my neck.
“I love you, Sir,” she whispers.
I rub her back and when she lifts herself off me, help her clean up with baby-wipes from the night table. When she snuggles up, I turn on my side so she can spoon to my back the way she likes.
I lie awake and stare at the wall and consider why it feels so wrong to say those words back to her.