Page 41 of Brother In Arms

Chapter 13

Rush

I sat on the kitchen floor, back to the cabinets under the sink with Bailey straddling my lap. I’d come so fuckin’ hard when she did, but somehow, miraculously, I hadn’t lost my hard-on. She was on her knees, the position putting her a head above me but that didn’t matter. She was kissing me lazily, rising and falling gently, my cock slicking through her wet, wet, pussy and I was a man who’d died and gone to fucking heaven. I didn’t think I could come again so soon, but she was more than welcome to make me try.

She let out this sultry little moan and asked breathily, “You like that?”

“Shit yeah, I like that, baby. You can ride me like this all fuckin’ night.”

She tipped her head back and leaned back a little, trusting that my hands kneading her ass under the satin band of her fuckin’ tiny ass nightie, held her firm. I slid them over her smooth skin, more to her hips and waist to support her and nearly did come at the sensual change in angle. She had me buried in her to the root and it was fuckin’ amazing. She rode me slow, and I could tell she was drunk on our lovemaking. I couldn’t say I was far behind her, I had the same feeling I got when I was fuckin’ flyin’ down the highway at breakneck speeds. Like I was lighter than air and let the gods fuckin’ take what they would…

Except they weren’t taking tonight. Tonight, for the first time in my fucking life, it felt like they were giving me something. I don’t think I could ever be so grateful for anything ever again. This was probably the most perfect moment I’d ever been gifted and I was going to cherish that forever.

I bowed my head and placed my lips against her skin, right between her breasts, a kiss I laid right over the cage that held her beating heart. A promise, a silent vow, that she was the one for me. I knew it plain as day. Hell, I’d somehow known it in the back of that fucking bar and I’d let her go. Never again… I didn’t know why the fuck I’d been blessed with this second chance, but I wasn’t a complete fool. I wasn’t wasting it.

She tipped her head forward at the same time I looked up and in perfect sync, we kissed. We kissed and then we came, a lighter, easier thing than what’d happened before; our bodies simply too spent to accomplish anything more.

Bailey just clung to me like some kind of spider monkey while we both took our time catching our breaths, half-dressed on the damn kitchen floor, the ice cream melting in its carton on the countertop above us, the light scent of bourbon perfuming the air under the heavier scent of sex and desperation. A desperation borne of the need to be so close to one another that we damn near went through each other.

“What was that?” Bailey asked between chest heaving breaths.

“I don’t know,” I lied, “but I liked it.” I knew damn well what it was. It was our meteoric plunge into love. For me, it was a plunge so hard, so fast, and so deep, there was no recovery. I think I just found out what it felt like to find your fuckin’ soulmate and I wasn’t a damn bit sorry for that, no matter what happened next.

“Well whatever it was,” she gasped out, “I liked it.”

I laughed, “You can have it whenever you want, baby.”

She giggled, and I kept right on laughing, and eventually we managed to peel ourselves apart. Nothing short of a shower was going to fix the mess we’d made but first, we had our dinner of ice cream. Pralines and cream with caramel sauce suddenly became my new favorite flavor when licked off of Bailey’s body.

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