Love’s Suicide(66)
Author: Jennifer Foor

He seemed like he felt sorry for assuming my intentions weren’t true. “Point taken. You can’t blame me for being scared, Kat. I’ve lost you so many times and I know that if it happened again this time it would end me. I couldn’t live with knowing that you and B were out there and I couldn’t be with you. That’s why I want everything to be right this time.”

I deserved to get the cold shoulder. I definitely deserved to suffer for hurting him again and again. Sometimes I felt like the most wretched person to exist. How he could be lying next to me was still a mystery.

Yet, there he was, holding me and offering me a forever that I’d wanted for as long as I could remember. “I’ll wait for you, Brooks, just like you waited for me.”

He smiled, as if it was some sort of mock. “Yeah, I’m not real sure waiting is the best decision.” His change of attitude was apparent when he rubbed his stiff erection against my leg. “I figure I’ve got two choices. I can go in the bathroom and take care of this myself, like I’ve gotten pretty used to doing, or I can be with the woman that I’ve waited almost three years to be with again.”

“Seems like a really hard decision.” I purposely stressed the word hard.

Brooks laughed. “Yeah.” He took my hand and ran it over his boxer briefs. “What do you think?”

When he let go of my hand, I didn’t stop touching him. In fact, I reached inside of the elastic band and ran my fingers over his super smooth erection. “I think that if you don’t make love to me, I’m going to have to beg.” I started massaging him, watching his eyes close. “Do you think about that night as much as I do? I want to feel it again; that connection that took us to places neither of us knew existed.”

He opened his beautiful blue eyes, and like a switch went off in his brain, knew exactly what was going to happen. I felt his lips on mine, before he pulled away and teased me with is tongue. “If I told you how much I’ve thought about you, I may scare you away. It’s borderline stalking.”

I kissed him and backed away again. His boxer briefs were being slowly pushed down. I needed to free him before he could change his mind. For me, there was no going back. It didn’t matter if it had been one day or one year. I wanted to be with Brooks and nothing could stop me from finally having it.

Brooks slid off the bed and removed his underwear. He looked behind him, making sure our daughter was still fast asleep and climbed back into the bed with me. He pulled down the covers and kissed the elastic of my underwear. I felt his fingers lifting it and tracing the skin where my legs met my sex. His face was at my waist as he watched himself sliding my panties to the side. His fingers rubbed over the skin and he looked up at me to see my reaction to his touch. I was on fire for him already, so when he blew on it, my body reacted, overcompensating for it having been so long since we’d been together.

When he started removing them off of my legs, I lifted my ass and helped. I wanted to be completely naked, giving myself to this man, knowing that we were going to be together for the rest of our lives. With life being so fragile, I was tired of taking the easy road out. I had to fight for what I wanted and seize the day, knowing that whatever came next we would go through it together.

As my underwear were being removed from my ankles, Brooks looked right between my legs. He ran the whole palm of his hand over the lips of my pu**y and then brought his eyes up to meet mine. The first thing I noticed is that they were glossed over again. “Kat, promise me that this is forever. Tell me that when I wake up in the morning, you’re still going to be in my arms. Assure me that this time is different.”

I leaned forward, closing the space between us. “I’m never leaving you again. Wherever you go, I’m going to be by your side. I want this, Brooks. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. We’re a family, and nobody can ever take that away from us.”

Our lips met as he brought his body to be even with mine. I felt his fingers sliding inside of me and was confident that there was no turning back. Brooks climbed on top of me and stopped kissing me while he spoke. “The first time’s going to be fast, but after that, I’ll be able to go all night.”

Hearing him say that only fueled me for what was to come. “We have forever, so time isn’t going to be a problem.”

Chapter 38

I felt myself going back to the memories of the night that I’d made love to Brooks in the hotel room the first time. I remembered how my senses were heightened, and each time he kissed me how the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

He gave me chills back then and even more this time around. My body trembled as he entered me. I could feel him going deeper, his dog tags hitting me as he moved. I couldn’t stop staring at his tattoo, symbolizing his undying love for me.

He kept looking into my eyes, and I stared back into his. He wasn’t just a beautiful man. Age had provided him with facial hair and creases that seemed to accentuate his face even more. When he kissed me, his stubble was apparent and I liked the way it felt when he rubbed his face over the sensitive areas of my skin.

Brooks sat us up in the bed, wrapping my legs around him. Our naked bodies were set like a pretzel, our arms holding one another. The room wasn’t spinning, but it felt like we were. I remembered every inch of this man as if I’d been with him every day. My eyes closed as I felt him kissing my collarbone and then up to my earlobe. His kiss was eager, filled with such intensity and raw emotion poured out of him. Our love radiated through us, while our bodies rocked together. Sweat made our skin glisten and soft moans only heightened the passion between us.

I leaned back and ran my hands over both of Brooks’ strong biceps, being gentle to not reinjure his bad arm. Not that it mattered, because Brooks wasn’t paying his injury any attention. He picked me back up and brought my lips to his for a kiss. I pulled back, teasing him and then finally giving him what he wanted. He filled me and lifted my body as we worked toward the common goal of pleasure. Everything was in slow motion; the way we moved, touched and connected.

When we fell down on the bed our hands were intertwined. He held them above our heads as he continued making love to me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy again and again. When Brooks finally let go, he lingered over top of me.

We were both out of breath, panting from what we’d just experienced. He rolled us over and held me in his arms, tightly. While he played with my hair, I ran my fingers through the patch of hair on his chest. It wasn’t much, but enough that I noticed it. I traced the K overtop of his ribs while he spoke to me.