Page 25 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“I don’t.” She just nods in understanding and it’s then I decide to fully come clean. “I haven’t told anyone this, but I…I still text him. Once a week, I’ll send him updates about the baby, like how they're developing or what new symptoms I have. It’s stupid. I’m going to stop, though.”
“Does he ever respond?”
“Never.” My mouth quivers as I try my hardest not to cry, and Jess threads her fingers with mine, giving them a tight squeeze in support.
“Brit, why don’t you just go talk to him? It’s not like you don’t know where he is.”
“We’ve been over this, an-and my feelings on this haven’t changed. I just can’t, okay? He made it clear that he did not want me to be part of his life anymore. I don’t need to go stand in front of him like a fool just so he can make that distinction clear to meagain. It just screams desperate.”
“It doesn’t scream ‘desperate,’ it screams I deserve a fucking reason why! As the mother of his child, you deserve to be able to tell that child, when they ask why their dad isn’t around,because you know they will. You’ll be able to tell them why. You won’t have to say that it’s just because their dad is some asshole, even though, I mean, maybe he is. But at least you’ll be telling them the truth,whateverit is.” Jess is right, but she also doesn’t know what it’s like to grow up with a parent who’s supposed to love you unconditionally, instead, cut you from their life. I’ve been conditioned since infancy that my own father didn’t love me enough to stay. I’ve since learnedthatwasprobablya good thing, but still. I learned young that when someone shows you they don’t want you, just believe them.
Liam showed me what all the men in my life have: I’m not enough to stick around for. I may as well believe him.
NINE
Liam
After Niko and Silas left last night, I drank one too many glasses of bourbon while sitting in the dark great room. It not only fit the mood, but keeping the lights off kept me from hyperfocusing on all the reminders of her: her favorite throw blanket, my slippers she’d started claiming as her own, the couch that we’d made love on. I still remember the last time like it was fucking yesterday. She drove me into a frenzy that night, the night before I left for Sonoma.
“Where have you been all my life?” I whisper over her head, her body curled against mine as we cuddle on the couch. The way we are together is the stuff of dreams. I’m almost positive she’s been asleep for the past 20 minutes, so when I drop a kiss on the top of her head, I do so gently. But after I do, she shifts and starts running her hand up and down my chest. Then she’s moving lower, her fingers slipping below my waistband and into my sweats.Fuck me.
It doesn’t matter when, or where, I’m ready for her, always. She grips my hard cock running her hand up and down overit as I press my palm into her back, nudging her closer to me before reaching down and grabbing her asscheek. She lets out a little moan and her body grinds towards mine seeking friction and I know exactly how I want her.
“Bambi, get undressed.” I nudge her to get up, and she does exactly as she’s told, just like the good girl she is. “I want you to suck my cock.” Her cheeks stain pink and she moves to kneel down in front of me, but I stop her. “I want you to suck my cock while I eat my girl’s sweet pussy.” Wordlessly, she moves over me, positioning her face over my dick and her pussy over my face. I grab both of her ass cheeks in my hands and massage them together, revealing how wet she already is. She’s glistening. My dick starts to get desperately hard in response.
“Take it out, baby.” Britain moves my sweats down over my hips and my cock springs free. She looks back at me for a moment, waiting for permission. “Do you want it, Bambi?” I ask her, and she nods. “Then have it.” She immediately drops her head and slides me past her damp lips. A groan slips out of me over the feel of her warm mouth coupled with the sight of her dripping wet pussy. I love the mess she makes when giving me head. Yanking her hips back and down so I can place my mouth on her clit, I suck her in.
This time she moans, and when she does, the vibration makes me want to blow my load in her mouth right this second, but I hold off. I never want her blow jobs to end, so I try my best to focus my attention on her pleasure in hopes it’ll somehow stave off my own. I release her clit and bring my tongue down and swirl it inside her, and fuck, she tastes like heaven. When I say I could have her for every meal, I fucking mean it.
Returning my tongue to her clit, I move my fingers that are clenched on her ass closer to her asshole, and slip my thumb in. She clenches down on me hard and releases another deep, vibrating moan.
I stop my assault on her clit long enough to get out, “Come all over my face, baby,” then I’m back on it, circling, and pressing her down on my face as she loses it. She releases my cock from her mouth as her back bows and she calls out my name — my favorite fucking sound.
That’s right, ride my face, baby, until every last bit of pulsing pleasure subsides. I smack her ass gently when she eases away.
“Waiting for you.” She says it so quietly, I’m not sure I heard her right.
“What was that, baby?”
“You asked where I’d been all your life. I’ve been waiting. For you.”Christ.My fucking heart could burst. She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for her. No fucking idea. I’ll tell her someday. Without another thought, I grab her by the waist quickly and move her, still on all fours, so that I’m kneeling right behind her. I pull my sweats down a bit more and slam right into her, frantically…and bare. And fucking hell, she feels so incredible I actually get the fucking chills.
My hands are gripping her hips tightly and when she pushes back against me, I know she wants this, too.
“Make sure to pull out, please,” she says while clenching down on me.
“I will, I promise.” It’ll be painful not to come in her, but of course I won’t. I thrust harder and deeper than I ever have before, obsessed with every second her bare skin touches mine. A thrill goes down my spine when she moves her hands to hold onto the back of the couch for better purchase. Good, because I plan to fuck her hard.
“Do you like the way I feel, Bambi?” I need to fucking hear it.
“So much, Liam. Too much.” She turns her head to look back towards me and I can see where she’s biting down hard on her lip.
“Come for me again. I want to feel you.” Ineedto feel her.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
I release my grip on one of her hips and drop it down to her clit. Less than a minute later she’s pushing her ass back and screaming my name. It feels like the longest orgasm because I’m desperately trying to hold back and not come. But as soon as I think she’s through with it, I push out of her as quickly as I can and slide my dick roughly between her perky cheeks. I come in an explosion of bliss as my hot spurts paint her back and ass. And I can honestly say, I’ve never loved the look of her more, covered in me, looking like mine.
The irony that she was already pregnant by then isn’t lost on me.
