Chapter 11 #3
By the time the bookshelves were in place—complete with a sage green and gray pattern background, it had been dinner time, so we ordered in, and enjoyed dinner out on the back porch.
It was a little too hot for it, but Gage had set up some fans and had told countless stories to make Bella laugh.
Then all four of us had ended up in a water gun fight, because why not, plus Uncle Gage had brought some over.
Apparently he’d thought I had an eight-year-old son instead of a preteen daughter, at least as a joke, but in the end, it had been the perfect gift.
Gage had left soon after the fight, and after Bella had showered, she’d fallen asleep hard, the day full of activity.
That left Brooklyn and me in my bedroom, the door closed, and a question on my lips.
“I should probably go,” Brooklyn whispered.
I moved forward and cupped her face. “You don’t have to. Bella knows that you and I are...”
Brooklyn’s lips quirked into a smile. “That you and I are what?”
“That we are what we are. And she doesn’t seem to mind.”
“I guess she doesn’t. Do you mind?”
“I want you, Brooklyn.”
“I want you too. And it sort of scares me.”
I ran my thumb over her lips. “It scares me too. But I guess we’ll figure it out just like we are everything else.”
She let out a long breath and leaned into my touch. “We never did talk about before.”
I frowned for a moment before the memory kicked in.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m okay. Really. But if we are what we are, as you say, maybe we should get a few things out in the open.”
“I’m not with anyone else.”
“Same here. And we’ve established that. But Reece, I want you to know that I don’t want to hurt Bella. I promise.”
“Neither one of us would be here if you did.” And that was the complete truth.
“I want to be a mom. One day. Only it’s not going to come like it does with most people.”
“Brooklyn, the way I became a father wasn’t exactly routine either.”
She smiled then, and reached down to play with my belt loop.
“I have an oddly shaped uterus and a few other complications that mean I can’t get pregnant.
And even if somehow I can miraculously get pregnant, I can’t stay pregnant.
I’ve known since I was twenty-two that there were issues, and that means every time I get somewhat serious with somebody, I have to explain to them that the way that they become a father isn’t going to be the route of easiness. ”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I cupped her face, and kissed her softly, before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, each eyelid, and then her lips again. “I’m sorry. That must’ve been painful to hear about.”
“I’m sorry too. And it was.”
“Brooklyn. Look at me.” She did, her eyes so full of emotion that it took everything in me not to hold her until the end of time. “I care because you care. But it’s not a deal breaker for me. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, we’re going to have to be quiet. Something that neither one of us is very good at. But I don’t want to traumatize any other people in his house.”
She smiled then and I leaned down and captured her lips.
The first time we had been together was hard and fast, and then slower, as we had explored one another in the tub.
And over the past couple of weeks when we had stolen time when we could.
Moments in her bed and mine when Bella was at camp, or when she was with my parents.
But we had never been together in the darkness underneath my roof, with my kid down the hall.
Parents did this all the time, but I was new at this, and Brooklyn wasn’t her mother.
That’s something I would have to deal with later, just the mere concept of it. But for now, I pushed those thoughts from my mind and focused on the woman in my arms.
She tugged on my belt loops, and I pulled back, stripping my shirt over my head. She leaned down to lick at the hoops at my nipples, I groaned at the tug and slid my hands up her shirt to cup her breasts over her bra.
“Reece.”
“Quiet,” I whispered against her ear before nibbling at her earlobe. She was so damn sexy. It was sometimes hard to breathe, and as we stripped each other naked, I didn’t care. All that mattered was she was in my arms, and now in my bed.
After I threw my jeans to the side, she knelt at my feet, and my brows lifted.
“Baby, you don’t need to do this.”
“But I want to.”
“Be careful of the hoop though. Don’t want to hurt those pretty teeth of yours.”
“Well, if you make me gag and my eyes water, we’re going to have a problem.”
I licked my lips and pressed the tip of my dick against hers.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
“Liar,” she teased, and then swallowed the head of my cock into her mouth.
I groaned at the sensation, her tongue licking at the tip, flicking the hoop, and I nearly came just then.
My hands went down to her breasts, pinching slightly knowing she liked just that slight edge of pain.
Never too hard, never too rough. I knew exactly what my Brooklyn wanted.
She continued to bob her head, and I wrapped her hair around my fist, forcing her to stay still.
“Open wide, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, even with my dick in her mouth, and swallowed. That sent my cock farther down her throat, and both of us groaned.
I couldn’t thrust into her like I wanted to, not with the piercing in.
I could take it out next time, and we would go rough and hard and just on the edge of pleasure, but for now, I went slow, loving the way that she swallowed me whole, her nose pressed against the base of my groin in the patch of hair there.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” I tapped her cheek with two fingers, and she hollowed them, tightening her hold, and then I slid out of her before repeating the action.
Her nails dug into my thighs, and I smiled, knowing that she was all mine.
And when I was ready to come, I pulled out, gripped the base of my cock, and tugged her up.
“Reece,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Be quiet, Brooklyn. You have to be quiet.”
I explored her mouth with my own, both of us breathing heavily.
I had the fans on, the sound somewhat muffled, but we needed to be quieter.
I shoved her onto the bed, went down to my knees, and buried my face in her pussy.
She put a pillow over her face, moaning my name into the fabric, and I continued to lick and suck my feast. She was sweet, swollen, and all mine.
I spread her before me, both of us shaking, as my tongue lapped at the tiny ring on her hood.
“I fucking love this,” I whispered, as I sucked her clit into my mouth, loving the way she arched.
Her thighs clamped around my head, and I smiled as I continued to eat her out, until she was coming, her orgasm gushing over my face and soaking my beard.
I loved the taste of her and I needed more, so when I stood up and placed the tip of my dick at her entrance, both of us froze.
“Bare again?” I asked.
She nodded, and without another word, I slammed into her. She was tight, oh so fucking tight, and it took a moment for her to stretch, to accommodate me. She liked it when I went fast, when I went just hard enough for a moan to escape us both, and so that was what I did.
Anything for her.
I asked each time before we made love to see if she wanted me to use a condom. And each time she said no.
We were both clean, had been rechecked just in case, and just the fact that her bare cunt was around my cock was nearly enough to send me over the edge.
So when I leaned down over her and captured her mouth with mine, as I continued to piston in and out of her, neither of us could say a damn thing.
When I pulled out of her again and flipped her over, she gripped the bedsheets and arched her back for me. I slid my hands over her hips and entered her from behind, each having to muffle our own groans.
“We’re going to wake her up,” I whispered.
“Then be quiet, and fuck me already,” she said with a laugh.
I pressed her head down into the mattress, forcing me to go deeper.
She covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream out, as I continued to pound into her.
I flicked my fingers over her clit and the piercing there, and she came again, burying her face into the comforter.
I pulled out and somehow was able to find the energy to cradle her in my arms before we fell onto the bed.
Our hands roamed all over each other, kissing, touching, kneading.
We ended up on our sides with her leg wrapped around my hip, as I slid into her slowly, our gazes meeting.
I moved inch by inch, filling her until we could barely breathe, and all that mattered was she was mine, and there was nothing more I could take.
And when she came again, clamping around my cock, I followed, filling her with my cum, branding her as mine. She whispered my name against my mouth, and I held her close, a bruising force that sent us both into the abyss.
And as we came down, our breaths panting, our heartbeats in sync, I knew I was in trouble.
Because I had done the one thing I had told myself not to do for nearly a decade.
I had gone and fallen in love with a Montgomery.
My Montgomery.