123. Bibbi #2
I push up and give Emberleigh a hug when she does the same. “Thank you. Dinner was delicious. You win the fastest Texas-to-vegan cooking contest.”
She smiles.
“Thanks, Braxton. Good night, Colt.” Turning to Layton, I extend a hand. “Ready?”
He takes my hand, his grip strong and sure, maybe even desperate. We make it to the door only to hear, “Unca Lay.” We turn, and Colt attempts blowing a kiss. “Bibbi.” He points. “Unca Lay.”
“Good night, little man.” Layton lifts a hand. “Emberleigh. Brax.”
When we get on the Gator, he grabs my hand and sets it on his right thigh.
“Did things get worse with Braxton after we left?”
“You didn’t hear?”
“No.”
“Let’s just say we don’t see eye to eye on everything.”
I don’t say anything in reply.
He gets us back to Kimp’s house and releases a deep sigh when he turns off the UTV. He looks to the house and back to me. It’s as if he wants to say something, but he refrains.
I wait long enough that he can, but when nothing comes, I stand, hobble for my crutches and head for the steps, the gravel shifts under my crutches and reminds me to take it slow.
“Pix? Wait for me?”
I do, and he joins me at the bottom step, sighing. “Do you know the mental mindfuck of having to think about climbing stairs?” It’s as if he’s talking to himself.
“A little.” I gesture to my crutches. “But I know it’s not the same.”
I crutch up one step, and he takes the same one. By the time we hit the top one, I can hear Kyle snuffling and whimpering. I turn to Layton. “Trust me, Layton. I mean it. Trust me, and there will come a time when you don’t have to think about stairs.”
“Promise?”
I extend a pinky, and his twists around it. “Promise.”
We enter the house to find Pop in the living room. He snaps off the television as we walk in. “Kyle has been good. Super chill. Until you pulled up and then you’d think he channeled Tigger or something. He’s glad to have you home.”
“Glad to be back.” To Layton, I add, “Is there a place I can stretch you?”
Layton extends a hand that I take. Kimp has a small smirk playing on his face as he grabs his remote.
Layton walks me to his room and pushes open the door, allowing me to walk in ahead of him. His bed is made. I don’t know why that surprises me.
He flips on a lamp and sits on the edge of his bed. Kyle rushes to sit at his feet, and Layton rubs around his ears, talking to my boy as if he’s a toddler.
“Now you’re just trying to woo me.”
There’s humor in his voice as he says, “I didn’t know anyone said ‘woo’ anymore.”
“There’s the man I know.”
“What do you mean?”
“At times, you get very quiet and introspective. It doesn’t have the burn of being on the wrong side of your anger. But it’s almost icy. It’s like you’re concentrating on containing something, and you fear something leaking out.”
He nods as if to himself.
“And you did it tonight at dinner. Or after.”
“That wasn’t directed at you. And I didn’t want you caught in the middle if it erupted.”
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Nothing much to tell. I’m nearly a decade younger than Brax and therefore don’t get a voice.”
“Is that really the case? Or was that the case when you were kids, and you both still operate from that place?”
His gaze locks on mine. “How are you this astute?”
“Rough adolescence and expensive therapy?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I’m not dumb. But neither am I enmeshed in your family. I don’t walk into the patterns you’re so used to. It’s easier to see, since I don’t have a lens I’m forced to see it through.”
I sit beside him.
“Decade or no. Younger or older or no, you’ve got to know what your brother did. He didn’t call me and ask me sweetly for a favor. He played hard ball. I told him no.”
Layton’s head whips to me. His mouth is a hair’s breadth from mine. His eyes are assessing.
“I told him no, and he said that was an unacceptable answer. I told him I needed to think about it, and he said he’d call me the next day. Layton—” I set a hand on his knee. “That man doesn’t see you as less than. My guess is he’s used to fixing things.”
“I’m not a thing to be fixed.”
“No, but you are in a situation that he has the resources and desire to rectify. He’s not trying to fix you. He’s trying to fix this.” I tap his head. Then I move a hand to his chest. “And this… By fixing this.” I tap his left side.
“Do you think I need to be fixed, Livy?”
“I think your body can be stronger, Layton. And your strong body may probably usher in your even stronger personality.” My voice drops. “You don’t need to be fixed. But I’ll help you where you choose to put your efforts.”
His lips dance over mine in erotic foreplay. He doesn’t kiss me. He’s giving me just enough to make me want more, his lips teasing mine, begging mine to come for his. One hand goes to the back of my neck, not to pull me closer, but so I can’t pull back.
“What do you want, Layton?”
“I want to touch every inch of you, claim you, make you mine. I want to make you feel so good that your tits beg to be touched. I want your clit to be so hot and engorged, it throbs until I suck it and give you some relief.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.
“More than anything right now, I want to sink my cock into your tight, hot cunt and lose myself there. I want to make you come until we’re both so exhausted we pass out.
Then I want to wake in the middle of the night and do it again.
I want to watch you take every inch of me as I disappear into your body and I want to see your ass as I take you from behind.
but only after I memorize your face in the ecstasy of making you come.
Two times wasn’t enough. Two thousand times won’t be enough. ”
I swallow roughly.
“Your eyes are dilated, and your pulse is jumping under my thumb, Pix. You want that too?”
I nod and lick my lips, unable to stop myself.
He growls when he sees that, but closes his eyes, breaking the trance. “Every time we get to PT, every time we stretch, every time I want to quit, you need to know. You need to know that I am working to make that fantasy a reality. I’m working so that I can have my body give yours pleasure.”
I nod.
“And next time? No condom. I want to feel every bit of you and I want you to feel every inch of me.”
My mouth waters, and my core clenches. “Okay.”
“You better leave before Pop comes this way. You blushed when he caught us kissing. You’d probably combust into flames and be a pile of ash if he busts us going any further.”