War And Peace: This Is Me, Baby Part 15
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A dark look swims across her features. "So we'll figure it out. But I won't live my life in fear," she tells me with a huff.
I slide my fingers into her wet hair and tilt her head up so I can inspect her perfect features. "You were alone in that bathroom with my whack job baseball bat wielding sister. I'm f.u.c.king afraid for you. Don't be nave, Brie. There are monsters everywhere."
Her nostrils flare and she pushes against my chest but I still have a grip on her hair. "Thinking about them twenty-four-seven solves nothing!"
I slide one hand to the front of her throat and capture her jaw in my fingertips. My lips ghost over hers. "But burying your head in the sand won't make it go away either," I growl. I nip at her bottom lip.
"You're bossy and rude. Where's my sweet Ren?" she huffs but then lets out a moan when I suckle on the lip I was just abusing. Her palms, which were pus.h.i.+ng on my chest, have started to slide south where my c.o.c.k is hard and at attention.
"He died."
She freezes at my words, and I instantly feel like a d.i.c.k.
"I'm sorry-"
A fierce roar escapes her as she shoves me, breaking our connection. I expect to have to chase after her. Not for her to start attacking me. Her tiny fists beat against my chest as she lets out her emotions.
"Don't even say s.h.i.+t like that to me! You're the only person I have left who I can truly count on! I'm scared too but I'll go mental if I stress about it all d.a.m.n day!" With each hit to my chest, she pushes me farther back until my a.s.s is against the wall. She delivers a particularly powerful blow to my stomach that has my breath hissing out. I slide my palms to her a.s.s and lift her up before pus.h.i.+ng my body between her thighs. I twist us around until it's her back pressed against the wall. Another s.h.i.+ft and my c.o.c.k slides easily into her tight c.u.n.t. We both freeze for a moment.
"I said I'm sorry," I utter and thrust into her hard enough for her head to bounce against the wall.
She grips at my wet hair and lets out a hiss. "Apology accepted. Now harder."
Our lips b.u.mp against each other as I drive into her p.u.s.s.y with powerful thrusts. Her angry yet needy mewls urge me on. I f.u.c.k her against the wall so fast and so hard that a picture falls off and crashes to the floor. All that can be heard is the slapping of skin, desperate sounds we're both making, and the occasional b.u.mp of her head against the wall. When she lets out a scream that sounds like my name and rips at my hair, I lose it. Her p.u.s.s.y clutches my d.i.c.k so hard I see stars. With a groan, I release my seed into her. My mouth seals against hers so I can breathe in her sounds of pleasure. The moment we both come down from our high, I walk her over to the bed. I lie her flat on her back and begin trailing soft kisses all over her full t.i.ts. Then, I make my way south.
She lets out a hiss when my mouth covers her mound. I lap at our juices running out of her and taste what only our lovemaking creates. Salty and musky and us.
"I can't believe you're doing that," she murmurs, her body jolting on the bed.
I nip at her c.l.i.t and then run my tongue back down her seam to her opening. "We taste good, baby. I could spend all night licking every part of you."
She moans and spreads her legs further apart. "I want you to. I like your tongue on me. In me."
With a growl, because her s.e.xy as h.e.l.l words turn me on, I push her thighs until they're pressed against her belly. I drag my tongue lower teasing another delicious part of her.
"Ren...I don't know..." she utters but doesn't try to stop me.
Undeterred, I spread her a.s.s cheeks apart and run the tip of my tongue along the puckered hole. She gasps and wriggles but doesn't tell me no. My tongue meets resistance, but I manage to breach the tight hole. I hear my name on her lips that quickly turns into a chant as I f.u.c.k her this way. While I taste her in such a foreign place, I pinch and rub her c.l.i.t. It doesn't take long for her to cry out as she comes again. Gently, I tug my tongue free from her bottom and breathe against the tender flesh.
"I'm going to put my c.o.c.k there next. Tell me no, Brie." I bite the inside of her a.s.s cheek and she gasps. "You're fragile and broken and your heart is in shreds. Yet..." I groan and then press a soft kiss to her p.u.s.s.y. "I want to f.u.c.k and defile you. I want to see you forget it all as you lose yourself to unknown pleasure. I know it's too much for you. You deserve gentle. You deserve love and respect. And all I want to do is f.u.c.k you raw while you chant my motherf.u.c.king name. You asked where your sweet Ren is," I groan as I grab her hips. "Truth is, I don't know. I don't care either. All I care about is you. Being inside you. Taking care of you. f.u.c.king and claiming and loving you." Our eyes meet and her hooded eyes glimmer with emotion. My fingers dig into her hips as I roll her over onto her stomach. "I'm not the man you deserve." I suck on my finger before teasing her a.s.shole with it. "But I'm the man you're going to get." She lets out a low moan into the pillow when I push my longest digit into her a.s.s. "Tell me no, baby. Tell me you need me to take you in there and bathe you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear." I drive my finger in and out of her tightness.
She reaches for her night table and yanks open the drawer. When she grabs the bottle of lube we've been using on occasion, my rock hard c.o.c.k bounces in excitement. I let out a growl as I slip my finger from her and take the bottle. Pouring a healthy amount on my d.i.c.k, I rub it in to thoroughly lubricate it before using the excess to prime her opening.
"Last chance. Tell me you need it sweet," I murmur.
On shaky arms and legs, she rises to her knees and elbows. "I need you to f.u.c.k me. Hard."
An animalistic sound rasps from me as I grab on to her s.e.xy hip with one hand and use the other hand to help push the tip of my d.i.c.k inside her tightest hole. She fists the blankets while simultaneously letting out a groan when I begin easing into her.
"Say no," I beg, my voice shaking. The pleasure is too much.
"Claim me, Ren McPherson. f.u.c.king claim me."
Her scream isn't one of pain or horror or fear. It's raw, carnal pleasure as I do exactly as she wishes. I drive into her without apology. My death grip on her hips will leave bruises. Her a.s.s will be sore for days. But right now, none of that matters as I stake claim on this woman.
"You're mine," I snarl, my hips bucking hard against her.
"Yours," she moans in agreement against the blanket. "Yours."
I brush my fingertips over her c.l.i.t and it's enough to send her over the edge. Her a.s.s contracts around my c.o.c.k, causing me to go blind with bliss that is only a.s.sociated with Brie.
Gabriella Rojas is mine.
f.u.c.king finally.
I'm awoken in the middle of the night when I hear Brie whimper in her sleep. She calls out Duvan's name, which makes my stomach twist into a knot. I hate that she's having a nightmare. The way she says his name is the exact same way she called out for him when he bled out right before her eyes on that fateful day.
"Shhh," I murmur against her hair. "I'm here."
My words don't wake her but she does calm. Her fingernails dig into my pectoral as she seems to hang on for dear life. When her breathing evens out again, I drift off thinking about one of our first dates.
"He likes her," I tell her and point off in the distance where Calder chases Vee down the beach.
Brie looks up at me with a sweet smile. "She likes him." Even though her reply is about my brother and her friend, I can't help but wonder if there is a double meaning.
"He thinks she's beautiful. So f.u.c.king beautiful," I murmur as I take both her hands.
Her black eyelashes flutter and her cheeks turn rosy. "She thinks he's pretty good looking as well."
I release one hand and gently grip her jaw. I tilt her head up so I can look into her deep chocolate eyes, that hide a past that hurts. I'm dying to learn every part of her and take away some of that hurt. "He wants to kiss her."
Her lips part and her eyes close. "She wants him to kiss her."
I smile and then drop my lips to hers. Her soft mouth is like a shot of vodka on a cold day. It sends surges of warmth shooting through me. With a groan, I deepen our innocent kiss. The taste of her tongue is sweet and so d.a.m.n delicious. Her fingers grip my T-s.h.i.+rt as she pulls me closer. What started out as gentle, quickly becomes ravenous. She clutches on to me as if she never wants to let go. I don't want that to ever happen. This girl...she's mine. No way around it.
When I finally release her lips, she's breathless. Her arms wrap around my middle and I hug her against my chest. I like her right here. I'm never going to get enough of her.
One day she'll find out your secret.
The thought hits me like a Mack truck. All hope for a normal relations.h.i.+p with this girl flies out the window. Truth is, if she ever finds out who I am...exactly what role I play in her world, she'll hate me. G.o.d, I don't want her to hate me.
She'll never know, as long as I have anything to do with it.
I'm brooding over the stupid predicament my selfish sister put me in when Brie looks up at me. All inner fury at my sister melts away as this girl beams at me. Her smile is enough to chase away any and all dark thoughts. Her smile is perfect.
"She wants him to kiss her again," she tells me with a shy grin.
I smirk at her. "He's going to do whatever it takes to make her happy."
I'm jolted from the past when Brie once again murmurs a name. This time it's mine and she doesn't sound pained. Fierce male pride fills my chest as I hold her tight against me and kiss her hair. I know I will spend my life doing whatever it takes to dissolve her stress and worries.
He's going to do whatever it takes to make her happy.
I WAKE UP IN the wee hours of the morning to Ren's finger lazily tracing lines on my bare stomach. The intimate way in which he does it has my heart flopping wildly in my chest. For the first time since I lost Duvan, I feel a sense of peace. Like maybe, just maybe, I can one day be happy. And with Ren, it certainly feels possible.
His dark hair is messy from sleep and his eyes are still closed, but the small smile on his face tells me he's awake. I try not to let on that I'm awake so I can watch him. My world has been nothing but chaos for months. Even with Duvan, I always had a sense of worry surrounding me.
Right now, though...
In this exact moment...
I am relaxed.
My world is quiet and I want to savor it.
I find myself staring at Ren's full lips. Dark hair is growing on his face-hair that never existed when we dated what seems like eons ago. His new look makes him seem edgier. Slightly rugged. All man. I like that he seems a little unkempt and no longer guided by rules and order. He left his home because of me. Because his twisted sister staying there was an insult to me. It may seem like something small but it means a lot to me. More than he'll ever know.
His palm splays out over my belly and my breath hitches. I like that he's curious about my stomach and how he sometimes talks to the babies. If Duvan were here, I know it would be what he'd do. In a selfish way, I'm glad these little ones have someone who cares, besides me. And Ren does care. He does more than care.
He loves me.
The thought makes my heart clench. Ren has loved me for a long time. That never went away. Even when I was off loving someone else, Ren was here, his entire heart beating for me. The thought of him longing for me while I was gone causes my eyes to burn with tears. Nothing about how our relations.h.i.+p ended before was fair.
"Why are you crying?"
I blink away the blur and find steely blue eyes boring into me. Those eyes. So loving and fierce and undeterred. I get lost in them a lot lately. Those eyes make me feel safe.
"No reason," I lie as I run my fingers through his unruly hair.
His eyebrows furl together and he leans forward to brush a kiss against my cheek. "You're lying. Tell me what has you upset this morning. I want to fix it."
Those words only make the tears fall more freely. I let out a ragged breath of emotion as I try desperately not to cry. Being pregnant has my normally tough exterior reduced to flimsy shreds. He kisses my wet cheek as if to encourage me.
"I can't ever love you like I loved him," I blurt out, my voice hard despite the tears. There. I said it.
His body tenses and his fingertips that had been tracing lines on my belly stop. As soon as the words pierce the quiet air, I want to reel them back in and tuck them back in the dark parts of my head where they belong. Those words cut. And the last thing I want to do is cut Ren. But not being honest will only build what we have on lies and untruths.
I expect him to get upset. To yell or accuse me of leading him on. Something. Instead, he simply resumes tracing his finger on my stomach again. I bite on my bottom lip as I wait for him to say something. His brows are still pinched together and his gaze is somewhere else in the room as if he's lost in thought. After what feels like forever, he sits up on one elbow and reaches for my tattooed wrist.
Our eyes meet and he gives me such a sweet smile, it makes my chest ache. His thumb swipes over my wrist before he pulls it to his lips. Hot breath tickles my flesh and then he kisses the heart tattoo with another man's name on it.
"Your heart..."
"Is torn and useless and not much of it is left."
His lips press to my flesh again as his blue eyes dart to mine, locking on me. "It's still your heart. It still deserves love."
A tear streaks down my cheek and my bottom lip wobbles. "What if I don't have any love left to give? What if it's always just partial and clouded and obstructed? How can you love someone who will never be able to reciprocate fully?" I slide my palm to his cheek and he leans into my touch as if I'm the magnet he can't help but be attracted to.
"That's simple, baby," he says with an easy grin. "I'll love enough for the both of us. My heart is big enough to hold yours." His hand rubs my stomach again. "My heart is big enough to love all of you."
At this, I begin to full on sob. He pulls me to his chest and I mold myself against his strong body. I'm warmed when he kisses my forehead.
"Brie," he tells me, his voice low and gravelly. "You're it for me. You always have been. I lost you once and I won't lose you again. If all you can give me are broken parts, I'll f.u.c.king take them because they're still you. Broken or not, the girl I remember from that window all those years ago still exists. I'll weather whatever storms that hit for you. I want to keep you safe and see you smile again. Let me love you. I'm not asking for anything in return."
I hug his middle but don't speak right away. I don't trust myself not to break down into a million pieces.
"If it were possible to love again," I finally say, my voice ragged and but a whisper. "It would be with you. I'll always try for you. I just hope that it will be enough."
He chuckles and his long fingers stroke the outside of my arm, making me s.h.i.+ver. "Having you right here, right now, is enough. You'll always be more than I ever expected."
I slide my hand lower down his ridiculously toned stomach until my fingertip traces his dark trail of hair that disappears under the sheet. His c.o.c.k jolts under the covers and it makes me smile. "Make love to me," I murmur and slip my hand under the fabric to grip his nice c.o.c.k. "I want to feel the love you insist on giving me."
A growl rumbles from him as he rolls over on top of me. His lips begin peppering kisses all over my face. He does it in such a playful way, I find myself giggling and running off the last of my tears. Our eyes meet and his blaze intensely with his dedication to me. My laughter dies the moment he pushes his c.o.c.k into me.
He rests on one elbow as he slowly rocks into me. The other hand whispers touches all over my breast, throat, face, and hair. His wors.h.i.+pping touch repairs parts of my broken soul. The way he stares at me as if I'm the only thing in this world has me praying to G.o.d that I can one day be the woman he deserves. I'll try. For Ren, I'll try. Because if anyone deserves all-encompa.s.sing selfless love, it's Ren McPherson.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs.
I smile at him. "So are you."
He smirks and thrusts a little harder into me. "Guys prefer the term 's.e.xy as f.u.c.k' but beautiful will do. Just remember for next time." He winks at me before diving in to nip at my throat.
"Definitely s.e.xy as f.u.c.k," I agree but trail off with a moan. The way he grinds against me delivers pleasure to my c.l.i.t. It's exhilarating and I want all that he has to give me.
Our love making quickly becomes ravenous. What started off as gentle soon becomes grunts and groans and growls. Fingernails and teeth sc.r.a.ping flesh. Begging and pleading for release.
"I love you, Brie," he murmurs against the sh.e.l.l of my ear. The words, even though I'm not sure I'll ever be able to say them back, send me over the edge. My eyes close as an intense soul healing o.r.g.a.s.m sears through me. His heat pours into me, chasing my release. A few more thrusts and he nuzzles against me, reminding me of an animal caring for his mate.
The tigress may have lost her tiger.
But this tigress is not alone.
After a moment, he sits up so he can look down at me. A panty-melting grin spreads across his most definitely s.e.xy-as-f.u.c.k face.
"I'm going to wash your pretty a.s.s in the shower and then..." he trails off as he looks down between us. "I'm going to feed you and the babies. Waffles covered in whipped b.u.t.ter and warm syrup. Maybe a side of strawberries. What do you think?" He waggles his brows at me.
I laugh and lock away the perfect moment with him in my memory for whenever I have a sad day. This memory will most definitely make me happy.
"I think you're going to make me o.r.g.a.s.m again," I tease.
His c.o.c.k twitches inside me. "Oh," he says with a wolfish smile. "I can make that happen before we even leave this bed."
A growl on his part is my only warning before he makes good on his promise.
"The question is," I say as calmly as I can. "Will you be able to find her?"
Ren's father, War, looks up from his laptop and frowns. "I'm sure as h.e.l.l going to try." War has a gentleness about him that had me relaxing almost as soon as I met him. Maybe it's that he looks so much like Ren, and Ren equals safety in my mind. Either way, I just like him.
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