Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
A aron
“We lucked out with the weather,” I say as we lounge on the bow of the yacht. Briar is in a black string bikini. She is just so pretty. Her stomach is full and round and she looks so happy and relaxed, which is something I don’t get to see often.
“I could get used to this,” she warns.
“You should, if you like the yacht, we can get one when I start working,” I suggest.
“There you go, talking about us like we are permanent,” she says.
I lean over and kiss her. “We are permanent.”
My cell rings, which sucks, because we are out in the middle of the water sunbathing and enjoying the day. There are no boats around us right now, and I was planning on having my way with Briar.
“Shit, it’s my dad,” I blurt and answer the call. “Hi, Dad.”
“Aaron, I had to take your mom to the hospital. I wanted you to hear it from me,” he says.
“What happened?” I sit upright. “Should I come home?”
“Relax, she had a little fall. She broke her ankle but she’s fine,” he says. Mom isn’t fine. Her muscles are growing weaker and weaker. She is slowly withering away.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes. I won’t cry. She is still here with us and I am grateful, but for how long? Watching her deteriorate is torture.
“Aaron, it’s just a cast. Six weeks and she’ll be as good as new,” Dad continues. I don’t know if his optimism is denial or he is trying to stay strong for Mom.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
“She’s okay, I just didn’t want your aunts or uncles calling you and asking you questions without you knowing what’s going on, but it isn’t serious. I don’t want you worrying.”
“Thanks, Dad. Tell Mom I love her. Hope she feels better soon,” I say and my voice cracks.
“Will do, Aaron. Love you, Son.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
We end the call. I update Briar on what happened.
“I’m sorry, Aaron. We can go back to your parents’, if you like,” she offers.
“I want to stay here with you. Dad said there was nothing I can do. I just feel sick inside, watching what’s happening to her.”
Briar shifts and gets on her knees. She reaches over and hugs me. I hold her in my arms and bury my face in her neck, taking in the scent of her coconut sunscreen and something distinctly her. She’s become my peace. Holding her in my arms settles me.
When I pull away from her, I look into her eyes. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”
With Mom being sick, it’s made me realize how fleeting life can be. I’ve been feeling this way for some time. Why should I waste one more minute holding my feelings inside?
Briar stares back at me with her eyes filling with tears. Her lower lip quivers. “I’m in love with you too, Aaron, and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”
“Don’t be scared, Buttercup, fall with me,” I urge, leaning over and claiming her lips.
Her hand comes up to my face and she kisses me back. Her kiss grounds me. We get lost in each other. My lips move to her neck, and I suck on her skin, her head lolls to the side as her hands roam over my shoulders, moving down to my back. She shifts and then she gets up and sits on my lap. With her belly in the way, the only way to have sex these days is if she is on top of me or I’m behind her. I massage her breasts with my palms, and she slowly removes her top. Her breasts have grown to the point that they fill my palm and as I tweak her nipples, her hips roll over my cock.
“You better take those board shorts off,” she says.
“Someone is needy.” I laugh.
“Not as needy as you,” she bites back, making a show of staring at how my cock is tenting the shorts.
“Not my fault my girlfriend is sexy as hell. There’s only so long I can watch you glistening in the sun and not want to have you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” she purrs as she reaches up and tweaks her own nipples.
I lick my lips. “You like watching me, sailor?”
I nod. “Fuck yeah. Take off those bottoms and touch yourself.” My blood is pumping hard now. She has grown confident around me and it shows, maybe because she is starting to realize we are the real deal. I watch her slip off the bottoms of her bikini. She reaches down and rubs her fingers in her pussy.
“You need to touch yourself too,” she orders, her voice breathy.
I reach down and stroke my cock. “This is hot. Shit,” she hisses as she starts rubbing herself faster. I watch her breathing turn ragged.
“Do you want to make yourself come?” I ask.
“Technically you’re making me come. Rub harder, Aaron,” she cries out.
I stroke my cock faster. She looks like a goddess in the sun, standing on the boat stark naked, getting herself off.
“I won’t be able to stand. My legs are going to give out,” she warns.
I stand quickly and take hold of her hand. I guide her to a rail and tell her to hold on while I guide my cock inside her. We both groan from the sensation. She is so warm and wet. Her pussy chokes my cock and I am seeing colors as I pound into her. I rub her pussy as I thrust inside her, but I still have one hand supporting her hip. She goes off like a rocket. Pushing back onto my cock and rubbing herself all over me. I follow her over the edge, coming hard inside her. We are both thrusting and hungry. She cries out and I love hearing that sound, since we had to be quiet back at my parents’ house. At least when they were home we were quiet.
We both come down from our high and her legs are limp. I swipe her off her feet and carry her over to the bench. I sit with her in my lap.
“I’m going to drip all over you,” she warns.
“You aren’t scaring me, Buttercup. I like the idea of having my cum inside you.”
We bask in the sun and the afterglow of our lovemaking.
“I love you, Aaron,” she says, and I know how hard those words are for her.
“I love you too, baby, with all my heart.”