Page 58 of Eros
“Brent!” I shouted. “Come back!”
“Let him go, baby,” Eros said, causing me to sigh. I leaned into him as he wrapped me in his arms.
The people leaving the church stared at me with a look of pity and concern, but I didn’t care as I watched my brother disappear down the sidewalk.
“I’m worried about him.”
“He’ll be fine. Everybody grieves differently.”
But I wasn’t so sure. My brother was what my mother liked to call a free spirit. I thought he was reckless. After all this was done, I needed to talk with him to see where his head was at. He was the only family I had left.
“Let’s go,” Eros said. “We need to meet them at the funeral home.”
I accepted condolences from people I recognized and others I didn’t as we descended the stairs. While my father lived a double life and these people had no idea who he was, I played the dutiful daughter until the end.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Eros
Onemonthlater…
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned as the headboard of our bed slammed against the wall. “But if you don’t slow down, the little gremlin will come banging on the door. And we’ll have to stop. I don’t want to stop until you’re filled with my cum.”
She giggled but didn’t change her pace. I could tell she was close. Her cunt was so wet, her arousal dripped down my nuts and her walls fluttered around me.
The first light crept through the bay windows of our bedroom, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor causing the bedroom to glow with a golden hue. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet, and the city was still half-asleep. No sirens blared, no voices sounded, just the distant hum of a streetcar and the rustle of eucalyptus leaves outside the window.
I had a death grip on her hips as she rolled them, riding me like there was no tomorrow. She had finally said yes to moving in with me. I could understand her hesitation, but I wanted herunder the same roof as me and Ambrose. Just like me, she had him under her spell.
Life was slowly getting back to normal. No more questions or ambushes by the press about her father’s death helped her move on. She had even talked to her ex-best friend’s parents about her death. It shocked her to find out they also weren’t happy about the relationship her father had with their daughter either. It surprised her they had even confronted her father over it, but it didn’t do anything to help in the end. They gave their condolences, and she did the same. She’d known them for a long time, so she had no hard feelings toward them for what their daughter had done.
Now the only person who was still up in the air after all this happened, even a month later, was her brother, Brent. She hadn’t heard from him since he disappeared that day of the funeral. She had called him many times, left countless messages, but nothing. She was extremely worried about him, but I told her not to worry. He was fine.
I knew he was fine because I had Knox track his ass down, and I talked to him myself. I hadn’t told her, but I told her Knox found him. He needed time away from everyone, even from her. I respected his decision.
“Niko,” she moaned.
I sat up, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips as she continued to grind against me. I pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard. She groaned, then started bouncing up and down on me.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. You want to cum?”
“Yes, Niko. Yes!”
I sucked that sensitive spot on her neck just beneath her ear, and her pussy clamped down around me. I fell backward and plowed into her from below as her orgasm barreled through her. The look of euphoria on her face and the feel of the walls of hercunt gripping me, pulled my own orgasm from me as I released inside her.
She lay against my sweaty chest while I remained inside her, never wanting this feeling to end. Other than my son being the best part of my life, these times with Janea were right up there with it.
As we both lay there, catching our breaths, I wondered what my life would be like without her in it. And I couldn’t imagine how much it would fucking suck. This woman had changed not only the path of my life but also my son’s.
“I want you wearing my patch.”
Her breath fanned against my skin, but she remained quiet. I understood this was a big step. I’d explained to her how much wearing my property patch meant in my world. This was me asking her to be in mine and my son’s life forever. Without the ring, but that was coming soon too. I just wanted her to get more used to being in my world before we made that leap.
She sat up with her palms planted on my chest.
“I don’t expect an answer today,” I said, folding my arms behind my head. “But that’s where I am.”
“And you’re sure you’re ready to make that commitment to me?” she asked. “I know how important that is.”
