Chapter 16
brOOKLYN
My knees dug into the pillow, and I lifted my chin, tears falling down my cheeks. He wrapped my hair around his fist, and I swallowed hard.
“That’s it, Freckles. Take it. Take all of it. Do you want this dick? You take it.”
I eagerly took more, letting him take control. After months of dancing around each other, and settling into this new life of ours, I wanted Reece to do what he did best.
Take care of me.
“Look at you down on your knees. Are you wet? Touch your pussy for me. Show me how wet you are.”
I blinked up at him, his cock halfway down my throat, but did as he asked.
Well, ordered. I let my fingers slide down my belly, over the thatch of curls, and dipped my finger into my cunt.
Everything ached, I was sore from the night before and swollen.
I loved this man and everything he did, and not just when it came to getting me off. But damn did the man know how to fuck.
And the fact that he was teaching me to think all of these naughty thoughts in words I never used to use, just told me exactly how much I loved being with this man.
I slid my finger out of myself, and showed him, even as I bobbed my head, taking more of him in.
He smiled, and then pulled the back of my hair hard enough to make me pause, before he leaned down and took my fingers into his mouth.
“Sweet and tart. My favorite combination. Now, are you ready for more?”
Eyes wide, I had to wonder exactly what kind of game we were playing.
We both liked blowjobs and that’s something I never thought I would say in my life, but I knew how close he was.
His balls were tight, his cheeks slightly ruddy.
He was ready, but I knew this wasn’t where he wanted this to end.
No, he wanted to come inside me, and not down my throat again.
I pulled back, needing to breathe, my eyes watering, and kissed the tip of his dick.
He smirked at me. “I take it you like the fact that I took the piercing out?”
“Just for this.”
“It will go back in soon. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
“That I have no doubts about.” Then he was back down my throat, and both of us were moaning, though it was hard to breathe around his girth.
And when he slid out of me, having made me gag more than once, I found myself in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed me hard, tongues clashing, and I couldn’t help but scratch my nails down his back.
My clit ached, pulsating with each heartbeat, and I wanted him inside me.
Then I was somehow bent over the armchair, ass in the air, and he was gripping me hard.
“Look at you, dripping for me.”
“Reece.”
“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And then he was inside me, hard, thick, and there was no more thinking.
My toes barely reached the ground, so I arched my back, taking him deeper.
He slid his finger over my clit, swiping at the hoop there, and I shivered, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I came.
“So fucking tight. That’s my Brooklyn. That’s it. Take me.”
He moved, both of us moaning, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the empty house.
But then he pulled out, leaving me aching.
“We’re not done,” he growled, before tugging me onto the couch behind him. He laid back, his dick standing at attention, and I went to sit right on top of it.
“No, my face.”
I’ve raised a brow. “Excuse me? I thought you wanted to come.”
“I need to taste you first. Sit on my face, Brooklyn.”
Both of us laughing, loving these rare moments of time where we could just be ourselves, alone in a home that was constantly full of people, I felt at peace. I scrambled on top of the couch, grateful that it was wide enough for this, and bent so I was facing his cock, and I hovered over his face.
“Just tap my thigh if I suffocate you.”
Reece’s warm breath against my thigh as he laughed made me smile and shiver. “And what a way to go,” he growled, before giving my cunt a long swipe of his tongue.
I shivered, then he was feasting, sucking and licking, using his fingers to spread me.
And since it was there, I gripped the base of his cock and began to have my taste.
I bobbed my head, doing my best to focus on him, but it wasn’t easy when he was doing the goddess’s work to make me come.
I could barely breathe, either with him in my mouth, or just with the panting involved, and when his lips circled my clit, my tugging at the ring, I came on his face, loving the way he’d groaned.
The pre-cum on the tip of his dick settled on my tongue, salty and slick, but before I could have more of him, he shifted us again.
Laughing because we were ridiculous and knowing that if we weren’t careful, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Okay, now you can sit on me,” he said, as he sat on the couch with me hovering above him. Even though he was already wet from my mouth and my pussy, he spit into his hand and ran his palm over his length.
“Why is that so hot?”
“Because you’re dirty. Just like I like you.”
I leaned down and took his mouth, before I slid myself over him. I was already swollen, aching, but it didn’t matter. I just wanted him.
He gripped my ass, massaging me as I rolled my hips, not bothering to lift up and down.
But that was just fine, because I was ready to come.
And finally, he licked at my nipples, and I came again, this time crying because I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, and then he followed.
I buried my face in his neck, tears leaking, as he held me to his chest, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his cum.
“We’re making a fucking mess,” he growled against my ear, and I smiled against him, unable to speak.
“You just sit there for a minute or two, and I’ll take care of you.”
“You may have to burn this couch.”
“No we won’t. This is my game room couch, in the man cave. It’s why I scotch guarded it.”
I laughed against him, wondering what I had done in a past life to earn him.
“I love you,” I whispered as I pulled back, his semi-hard dick still inside me.
He pushed my hair back from my face, studying me with such an intense gaze I wanted to duck my head. But he lifted my chin with one hand, his other hand lazily playing with my breasts.
“I love you too, Freckles. Having a rare moment with you where we’re not trying to be quiet in the shower or the bedroom is nice.”
“Fucking like bunnies in a house that neither one of us live in. Sounds pretty fun,” I teased.
We were indeed in my old home, and while we were on his couch, it was one we had moved over here so I could bring my better couch to his home. Our home.
We were going to sell this one soon, and figure out what to do with some of the old furniture, but having a moment where we could just fuck like bunnies without having to deal with anyone walking in was nice.
Although, more than a few Montgomerys had keys, so that might be an issue, but I wasn’t going to think about that.
I kissed his chin, and laughed because it was still wet from my pussy, his beard drenched. I blushed all over, and he clucked his tongue.
“I’m a little too old to start over again right now,” he growled. “So when we get to the shower, I’m not going to be able to fuck you like I want.”
“If you weren’t already somewhat inside me right now, I would close my legs. I don’t think I could take another orgasm. Not that I don’t love them.”
“We should embroider that on a pillow.”
I shoved at his chest, and then we were both laughing, taking extra care as we stood up. We might be on a scotch guarded couch with a towel, but it was still messy.
We cleaned up, and thankfully, we were able to just kiss softly in the shower. We had a timetable, and both of us spending time to get each other off wasn’t going to happen even though we had just spent the morning enjoying every inch of each other.
Dressed, I put in my final earring, and headed out to the living room.
“It’s weird to be in here, and know that I’ve baked so much sourdough, and yet my starter isn’t here.”
“Jane Dough is safe at the house, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Her. The sourdough starter is a her,” I corrected, knowing it annoyed him to no end.
“You’re trying my patience, Freckles. But we will be good. I’m going to miss this house when we sell it.”
“We’ll just have to rent hotel rooms.” I paused, a mischievous smile on my face even as his eyes darkened with lust. “Or, you know, Bella will be out more. On dates.”
He scowled at me, and tapped my nose, a little harder than I was expecting. “We don’t talk about that. My precious daughter will never be dating.”
“You go on and think that. I totally believe you.”
“You’re lucky I love you, Montgomery.”
“I love how I’m always Montgomery when I annoy you.”
“How the hell I work with all of you, I’ll never know.” Then he took my hand, and we headed towards his truck.
“Do you think my old neighbors know that when they see your truck here, you’re fucking me?” I asked with a laugh.
“Well if you say it any louder, they will now,” he said dryly. He helped me into the truck, then walked around the front to get in himself. As always, I had a truck of my own and could get in by myself, but I liked that Reece took care of me. It was nice just to relax.
We still worked together, still fought when we butted heads, but the team liked when we irritated each other.
It meant that we were finding the best possible answers for things.
We were making things work, and it was as if we had been together all along.
I hadn’t known what I was expecting when it came to Reece, but this moment in time was never it.
He had never been in my dreams because I would never have thought big enough for him. And yet I couldn’t wish for anything less now.
“We are headed to Natalie’s house, right?” he asked, speaking of Bella’s friend.
“You know it. A fun slumber party before we have to deal with homework again.”
The school year was frustrating for all of us because we were learning a new routine.
Bella had good days and bad. She loved school because she loved being with her friends, and the Montgomerys and Foxes had enveloped her easily.
She honestly was never alone. We went to therapy, individually and as a group, and we were a family.
I would always be Brooklyn for her, and that was fine with me.
She had a mother, one that we spoke of often, because I knew she missed her.
Maybe one day she would call me something different, but I was perfectly fine being her Brooklyn. Just like I was Reece’s Freckles.
We’d had one more dinner with Bella’s grandparents, and it hadn’t ended in screaming or tears.
The Longs were learning to mourn in their own way, and I had a feeling they realized that they were getting older, and the last connection to their family would walk away if she needed to.
I wasn’t sure we would ever leave Bella alone with them, but it wasn’t as fragile of a connection as it had once been.
I hadn’t seen the Rochesters since the gala, and I knew I would see them again at another event, but they didn’t matter to me.
They couldn’t. They weren’t my family. I had my family.
One I had put together myself. One where I was wanted.
My sourdough had a home, my family loved me.
This man, this man who thought he was Atlas, the world on his shoulders, loved me, and I was safe.
The box in my closet would forever be closed. Those memories no longer hurting, but of the past woman I used to be.
I was happy, I was in love, and one day I would be Reece’s wife.
I had everything I needed.
“After we pick up Bella we’re heading to your parents’ for dinner. It’s okay that we’re not bringing something with cheese, right?” Reece asked with a groan.
“I promise you, you do not have to eat cheese in order to be part of my family.”
“I don’t think that was written precisely in the bylaws,” he said dryly.
“It’s okay, I’ll protect you from the Montgomerys.”
“And I’ll do my best to protect you from the Foxes. But they still scare me.” I grinned as he stopped at a red light, and leaned towards him.
“Kiss me?”
“Always.” A soft kiss. “Forever.”