Page 71 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
Running a hand along her breast, then pulling a nipple into my mouth, I can feel her tense before she even knows it’s coming. Instead of leaving it to chance, I slam my mouth overhers and swallow her pleasure. Her pussy tightening around me brings me home, and I let go. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling of completeness, with my entire world here in my arms, in our bed.I’m home with her.My body releases, and releases, the spasms fucking pure bliss as she claws at my back and we grind out another orgasm for her. My body is satisfied, but already craving more.
“I’m never going to get enough of you, baby.” I drop my mouth back down to hers, slipping in my tongue, not leaving her body a second before I have to. She pushes hair out my face, gently, and my heart slams into my chest. I pull her hand over my heart, holding it there.
“That, beats for you. I couldn’t get out of bed some days either. And if you wouldn’t have let me back in your life, well…I don’t know where I’d be. Because truly, this is for you, Bambi. All of it. Everything I am, I have — it’s all yours, Britain. I’vealwaysbeen all yours. From the moment I saw you, I was yours.” She doesn’t say anything, but she pulls my mouth back down to hers in a kiss that could end all kisses, and I grow hard again, never having left her body.
She starts to move against me when she feels my hardness, and I move, too. It’s frantic this time, and punishing. She pushes me, asking for me to go harder. And I do. Like the deeper I bury myself in her, the harder it’ll be for her to ever get rid of me. And she’s notevergetting rid of me, ever again.
She comes before me this time, but I follow right behind her. My muscles contract and release in burning ecstasy, and I love every fucking second, wishing it would last forever. I make a promise to myself:I’ll be this person for her, forever.When our breathing finally returns to normal, I slide out of her, pressing a kiss to her bump, before heading to the ensuite. And just like we used to, I feel our routine start to come back. She uses the toilet while I wash up, and then we come back together in bed.
She doesn’t put her clothes back on, just sliding in next to me and I curl behind her, pulling her in tight to my chest. I stroke her hair for a couple minutes and then I can’t help myself, and I move my hand down to cradle our growing child. I realize with stunning clarity,thisis the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. With her and our family under one roof, us loving each other. I don’t think I can go back to living without her. Not now that I know what this is like.
You made me happy, too, Bambi.
When I roll over in the middle of the night and reach for her, my hand comes up empty.She’s not in bed.I flip over my phone to check the time, 4:06, then get up and head towards the bathroom, but I don’t find her there either. My pulse picks up instantly with panic.Did she leave?I throw on a pair of sweats and head downstairs in search of her.
“Britain?” I whisper her name when I get to the bottom of the stairs. Nothing answers my query, but I do hear the faintest sound coming from my office. When I get to the entrance, I see her huddled in my office chair, her knees pulled into her chest, and she’s resting her head down, crying.
“Baby? Is everything okay?” She looks up at me, surprised I’m there, but just shakes her head in response.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me. Please.” Her tear-rimmed eyes cause me anguish, and I have to fight the urge to pick her up and place her in my lap. I don’t do it, though. I just move closer, leaning against the edge of the desk.
“I just — I feel awful. I feel like a terrible person.” She stops to cry for a second before launching back in, “I slept with yourbest friend. Like three days ago! And now I’m here, living in yourhouse, sleeping with you, and I feel like I’m making all the same mistakes all over again.”
“Do you want me to move to the garage apartment?”Fuck, I really don’t want that, but if she needs space and to slow down, I will.
“That’s the part that makes me awful, Idon’twant that. I’m happy being here and I’m happy being with you. But I’m supposed to be mad at you. And I’m supposed to stay single because you’re not supposed to relationship hop, and I’m sure there’s some etiquette rule about waiting a certain number of days between fucking best friends. And then all of that makes me a terrible mother, right? What am I teaching the girls?” I lean forward to wipe a tear off her face.
“You’re teaching them that your,their, happiness is important. You’re showing them that life’s too short to waste time being with the wrong person. You’re teaching them that a family can grow in ways you’d never expect, but that we’re all the better for it.
We’regoing to show them what it means to care for one another, and whattheyshould expect from a partner. They’re going to learn to never accept second best because this,” I motion between the two of us, “exists, and it’s worth going through hell and fighting for. And if you’re worried about what other people might think about what’s going on here, I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t give a fuck what they think. The important people only care that you’re happy and healthy, and that’s all that matters. And I think you should sit down and talk to the girls about what’s going on. Because I think I’m right, that their opinion matters the most to you, yes?” She nods solemnly.
“You’re making it so hard to hate you, Liam.” She sniffles. “Don’t you hate me, though, for being with him?”No.
“Not even a little bit, baby. Did it suck when I found out?Absolutely. It fucking annihilated me, but I don’t hate you forit and I don’t think you’re a terrible person. I do need to know, though, are things over between Matt and you?”
“I ended things with him on Sunday morning, but then he asked me to reconsider...”
“And?” My heart rate runs rampant with fear.Please don’t rip out my heart right now.
“And I’m going to tell him today that it’s officially over.”Thank fuck. I kneel down in front of her, falling to my knees, then placing my hands on her legs. “What are you doing?” she asks with a look of confusion.
“Begging for forgiveness, Bambi.” I pull each leg down so that she’s no longer hugging them into her chest, and I move forward between her legs.
“I won’t make you any promises, Britain. I’m just going to tell you what I’m going to do. And then hopefully, someday, I’ll have earned back your trust, and your love, and the privilege of being your partner.” I take her left hand in mine, rubbing at the spot on her finger where my ring used to sit. “First and foremost, I’m going to choose you every day, Britain. I’m going to take care of you, and the girls, and our baby. I’m going to respect and support you, and I’ll move heaven and Earth just to make you smile. The only thing I need from you is a chance. To earn your forgiveness, and your love, and the place next to you. Please, Britain, can you give me that chance?” She nods, tears filling her eyes, and my heart soars. It’s not forgiveness…yet. She hasn’t said I love you…yet. But it’s a step in the right direction. She’s closing the chapter on Matt, and giving me a shot.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, though,” she says as she leans forward.
“I know, baby. You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t you?” She nods, then licks her lips before she drops her mouth to mine. It’s a gentle kiss, but I don’t push for more. Not right now.
“Do you think you can forgiveme?” she asks.I already have.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Bambi.” Seeing her faint, then in the ambulance — it was so clear to me that none of that matters. I don’t care if she slept with Matt. I literally left her to give her that opportunity. It’s the going forward part that matters. That’s it. And I know I have a shit ton to prove to her. I slide my hand up around her neck and stroke her cheek. “Can we go back to bed now, Bambi? You need to get some rest.”
She nods, and we both stand. “Put your arms around my neck,” I whisper to her. She does, and I lift her body, moving her legs to wrap around me. I sink a kiss onto her lips, then carry her upstairs to our bed. My dick throbs the whole way, but I don’t make any moves to do something about it. I need to show her I can take care of her in ways that don’t involve sex.
She basically said as much in the alley, that these feelings of lust will fade and without trust and communication we won’t have anything left. Well, I’m going to build that for us. I’m going to give her my consistency, my trust, and my voice, and hopefully someday she’ll do the same.
I close the door behind us in our room, making sure it’s locked. When I get to her side of the bed, I set her feet on the floor gently. She’s wearing her oversized t-shirt again and I motion to it. “Do you want to sleep with this on or off?” Before, she always slept naked, but that’s when it was just us…and we were together.
