For a minute my mind drifted to the times when I was with Miguel, and how tender he always was with me. I quickly pushed the thought aside, refusing to let him ruin this moment, and focused on continuing where I was. Sliding my hands down Brett’s sides and around to his abs, I reached lower, enveloping his hard cock in my hand.
He moaned into my mouth and lightly bit my tongue in response. Encouraging him to do it again, I rubbed harder, gliding my hands over his piercing, and along the length of him. Tracing his tip with my finger, I found the wet droplet on top, and enticingly slid it back and forth.
Breaking the kiss, he took a deep breath, and leaned his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know if I can hold back much longer, Mel.” He breathed heavily on top of me.
His eyes were still closed, but I could see the difficulty he was having trying to restrain and savor this moment. I wanted it to last too, but after so long, it was hard to wait.
“Don’t, I need it just as much as you do.” I said softly and felt his hardness jerk in response.
He opened his eyes and grinned. “As you wish, princess.”
Reaching his hand between my legs, he slid his palm up and down my folds, taking my wetness and spreading it out. My body lifted, needing more, as I arched into him.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slid his finger inside. I opened my mouth to moan, but remembered to be quiet at the last second, and let out a long sigh instead. Needing something to brace myself, I released him, and brought my hands up to his shoulders. I held on tight, indulging in the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my fingers.
Slipping his fingers inside again, his mouth rushed to mine, swallowing my inevitable moan. It was a harder kiss this time, both of us demanding more, unable to fight it any longer.
His thumb moved to my cleft and rubbed back and forth, up and down, causing my legs to quiver. I gripped his arms even harder, trying to tell him how much I needed him inside me, but his fingers were relentless.
When he removed his mouth from mine I wanted to scream so he’d get the idea and give me what I wanted. Instead, he slid down my body, quickly nipping and sucking my nipples along his decent.
Spreading my legs with his hands, he brought his mouth to my entrance, flattening his tongue, as he took a long lick from my opening up to my nub. My body already sensitive, he bit me, filling my mind with flashbacks from our previous time together. Remembering the feelings from before and combining it with the current sensations, I felt my orgasm instantly. I didn’t even feel it building beforehand. Fluid shot out and covered his face. I was embarrassed, until I heard his excitement.
“Oh my God, Mel. You are so fuckin’ hot!”
That’s all I heard before his tongue began lapping up the liquid, and thrusting deep inside. His hands were clenching my thighs, pulling me further into his mouth, as he probed and licked relentlessly, unable to get enough.
He bit below my creases and sucked them, moved higher and bit my folds, then sucked them, continued to move higher as he bit my nub again, and sucked it. The impassioned pleasure-pain made me feel like I was having a seizure. I didn’t know if I could handle it. I was trembling, my body shuddering under his assault, with no ability, or desire, to make it stop.
When he started sucking and moaning simultaneously against my sensitive spot, he took me higher than I thought possible. He bit down again and I couldn’t hold back the sudden release of pressure. His hand rushed up, taking the wetness, and sliding it all around my entrance, as he plunged his fingers into me again.
“Ahhhh.” I moaned, feeling the last of my release.
Lifting his body, he slowly crept back up the length of mine. His mouth and hand lingered on my breasts while his other hand continued probing my depths. Inclining my back, I pulled his head into me, as he aggressively nibbled the fullness of my left breast and squeezed my right nipple with his hand.
Raising his head, our eyes connected, while our bodies fought to get closer.
“Please, Brett. Now.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I was falling apart in front of him, but I didn’t care. He was the only thing that could put me back together.
Removing his hand from between my legs, he positioned his body above mine. Lowering his head, he slowed his momentum, gently connecting my mouth with his, as he guided his hard length fully inside me. His piercing rubbed along my sensitive skin and my moan was loud, but fortunately trapped inside his mouth.
I could tell he wanted to go slow. I could feel his muscles battling his mind for freedom to move on their own accord. With each passionate motion, I felt every inch of him slide in and out of me.
It felt amazing, but my body couldn’t wait. I grabbed his ass, pulling him harder into me, and spurring him to move quicker. He didn’t fight it any longer. His body sped up and gave me what I wanted.
Gasping for air, our mouths separated. He lifted his body and surged forward, forcing the little air I’d acquired out of my lungs. His actions accelerating, my breasts ricocheted below his face. His mouth rushed down, engulfing my nipple, as his teeth lightly pinched it between them.
With my legs wrapped around his back, I lifted into him from below, allowing him to thrust even harder. Releasing my breasts, his gaze came back to mine, his stare intent on watching the emotions on my face.
Taking me beyond ecstasy, I felt my release coming, and gripped his back, my nails digging into him. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.
Propelling himself forward, I could feel his balls smacking my ass, creating a frenzied urgency throughout my body. Taking a deep breath, my body tightened around him, my legs tightening around his hips, so that he had to force himself through my hold.
“Ahhh, Brett!” I called out. I tried to be quiet, but I’m not sure I succeeded.
Growling, he continued, not relenting in the least. He was slamming inside, his piercing provoking my already sensitive nerves, as he impaled me repeatedly.
I was soaring higher again, already reaching toward another climax.
“I’m going…to…” I tried to say it clearly, to warn him not to stop. Okay, to beg him to make it happen.
“Come baby, I wanna feel ya all over me when I let go,” he said through gritted teeth.
That’s all it took. My hands flung down to the bed, seizing the blanket in a death grip. Arching into him, my head flung backward, the feeling so consuming it was overtaking my body.
“No, look at me, Mel. Don’t stop lookin’ at me.”
I had just enough concentration to know what he was saying. I opened my eyes, connecting with the passion, strength, and love in his, as my body raged forward. I swear that looking into his eyes made my orgasm last even longer. My muscles clenched tightly around him, and my legs shook endlessly.
With our eyes still locked, I watched his glaze over, his eyebrows draw together, and his mouth fall open in a silent groan, as his body pumped into me a few more times. With one final push, I felt his release deep within, his cock jumping as the last of him poured inside.
Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. We were both out of breath so it was short, but it was soft and loving, expressing what we couldn’t say out loud.
Without separating our bodies, he collapsed on top of me, and laid his head down next to mine. I closed my eyes and held him to me. He was a little heavy, and we were both drenched in sweat, but I couldn’t have cared less. I wanted to hold on as long as I could.
With my eyes closed, I thought of Miguel again. I wondered how much it would hurt him if he knew I had done this in our bed. Would he hate me? I wondered if it were him here with me, what he would feel like holding on to me now after all that had happened. Interrupting my thoughts, I forced myself to stop. I couldn’t live in the past and I’d wanted this for so long with Brett, I wasn’t going to ruin it now.
Brett tenderly kissed my arm, my neck, across my jaw, and made his way to my mouth for a small peck. I opened my eyes to see him smiling and I slowly
smiled back. I was trying to keep it in, but it quickly turned into a full cheesy grin.
“I don’t wanna move, Mel. In fact, that was hardly enough to make up for all this time without, but I have to go make sure everything’s okay out there.”
“I know. Go on and go. I think I’ll put lotion on or something.”
He laughed, gradually lifting his body from mine.
As he started to withdraw, I noticed he was still hard. Connecting our eyes again, we gazed at each other as he slid gently back in and out and in again. Our bodies were refusing to let go yet. I was incredibly sensitive after multiple releases and instantly started to move with him, begging him for one more.
“I guess a few more minutes won’t make a difference.” He grinned.
Oh, it made a difference all right. When we finally finished, I couldn’t move at all. I had two more orgasms and another dozen bite marks to thank him for.
This time, I made him lay down so I could fully explore his body. Finding what he liked, I licked his piercings, pleased to find that the one on his dick was as much of a turn on for him as it was for me. Even more so, when I sucked and flicked it repeatedly with my tongue. I traced his tattoos with my finger, then followed through with my mouth, kissing every inch of them I could find.
I spent almost half an hour teasing him before he couldn’t take it any longer. He flipped me over and took control again. He really was like an animal when we had sex. I wasn’t complaining. I enjoyed every minute of it.
After taking a towel and gently cleaning my body as I lay beneath him, he dressed and reluctantly left the room to check on his men. I took another shower and got dressed for bed.
Returning to my bedroom, I realized the sheets were destroyed, and began to change them. As I did, I thought of Miguel again. I was really getting mad at my self-conscious. Even if she was right, she could at least shut up until tomorrow. Instead, I stood there staring at our mess, on the bed I used to share with Miguel. I didn’t know what to think. Instead of the peace I had when I was with Brett before, my happiness was tinged with sadness.
That’s when I knew I had to make a choice and stick with it. I had to let the other know what the future held. And I had to do it soon. If I couldn’t handle this, I could only imagine how much it was tearing the other two apart. I just couldn’t imagine hurting either one of them now.
CHAPTER 42
I was laying outside in the hammock relaxing in the warm evening air as I thought about yesterday. It felt perfect. It would be perfect if I didn’t have to consider Miguel. If it were just the two of us, we would’ve just broken up, and gone our separate ways.
But we had Josie, and now that I’d gotten over some of the anger and hurt over Miguel’s lies and actions, I remembered the vows we made to each other on our wedding day. It was for better or worse. He didn’t do the things he did because he wanted to hurt us, he did them believing he was saving our lives. He did it because he loved us.
Yet, he hurt me deeply and destroyed the trust I once had in him. I didn’t know if I could ever get that back.
Before he returned, I had already begun to love Brett. He was the opposite of Miguel in so many ways. But his love for Josie and me was the same. I wanted to be able to leave the past behind and create a new life with him. I wanted to be able to give him the child he longed for and be happy together.
But technically, I was still married, and Miguel and I had a child together. Even though I knew that, every time I thought about trying to be with Miguel again, I would picture Brett and I together. It was an endless cycle in my head. I had been thinking about it all day today, and even now when I was trying to relax, I couldn’t stop.
Brett had noticed my quietness throughout the day. He asked me a few times if I was okay. I just smiled and said I was tired because of last night, but I think he saw through me. I hated seeing the hurt and worry I was putting in his eyes. He deserved so much more. He had already suffered so great a loss. That alone made me avoid making any decision to try fixing things with Miguel.
How is it that you can love two people? It was never supposed to be like this.
“Hey.” Brett walked across the lawn, carrying the same envelope he had last night.
I lifted my head and smiled at him. “At least I’m not naked this time, huh?”
“I don’t think I’d complain if ya were.” He teased, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Approaching the hammock, he looked nervous, his eyes filled with apprehension. I sat up and made a spot for him to crawl in next to me. After adjusting ourselves so we could balance and swing a little, he handed the envelope to me.
“I was a little distracted last night when I brought this to ya. It’s the information about the trial. They moved the date up a few weeks.”
I looked from him to the envelope. It was sooner then I expected. I was happy to get it over with and finally move on, but that meant Brett wouldn’t be required to stay with me any longer. I sat there speechless, staring at the closed package.
“Inside is the information I received about the date, time, and location. Most of the men involved have already made plea bargains. You’re only testifyin’ against Osan now, but you’re not alone. So are all the men who agreed to give their testimony in exchange for a more lenient sentence.”
I continued to stare down at the envelope. I heard what he was saying. That was a relief because I’d only have to go one, maybe two days at the most. But I was also hearing what he wasn’t saying. His job was done.
“What will you do afterward?” I whispered. I didn’t want to know, but I had to find out.
“I’m not actually sure yet.” He paused and looked out at the yard.
There were birds flying around. Butterflies flitting on flowers. It looked peaceful and happy. Everything that I wasn’t right now.
“I’ve thought about getting’ a job ‘round here though.”
That was a good thing, right? Why did I feel so unsettled inside?
I tried to smile, but it was more of a frown.
“Okay, Mel, here’s the thing.”
I knew he would get to the bottom of it far quicker than I could. It always hurt more ripping the Band-Aid off fast, but in the end it was easier.
“After court’s done, and I get released from this assignment, I’m gonna go see my parents for a week. When I come back, we’ll figure out where to go from there.”
He didn’t have to explain what he was doing. He wanted me to spend a week with Miguel, without him being present every minute. He wanted me to figure out what I wanted. He was offering me space to do it, and by doing so, risking losing me in the process.
Closing my eyes, the tears began to fall.
I was humbled by his love, but scared to be away from him after being together every day for so long. Furthermore, I was afraid of the uncertainty of what the future held for us. This hurt.
“Don’t cry, princess.”
His words only made me cry more.
He pulled his arms tighter around my back and laid his head on mine.
“I love you, Mel. Nothin’ will ever change that. Sometimes things happen in life that are both good and bad. You are good. The situation is bad. But that will never change how we feel about each other.”
Wiping my eyes, I tried to stop the tears. Last night we were so happy, couldn’t we just go inside and do that again?
“I hate the thought of you leaving though. We’ve been together for so much time now. Heck, we haven’t even fought over who sleeps on what side of the bed yet!”
I tried to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want him to suffer alongside me.
He reached over and pulled me on top of him. We lifted our feet and lay together in the hammock, his hands softly rubbing my back, and comforting me.
“Mel, no matter what happens, I would never trade one minute in the past seven months for anything in the world.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I feel the same.” My te
ars slowed, but they still dripped onto his shirt where my head was laying.
“I love you, Brett,” I said softly, pulling him tighter against me.
I never really came out and told him that unless we were in conversation or it slipped into a joke. Right now, I wanted him to know without a doubt how I felt.
“I know ya do. I see it.”
He leaned down and kissed my cheek where my tears still lay.
“I love ya too, Mel,” he whispered and reclined into the hammock.
I curled into his body, wrapping my leg over his. We laid there for a while just watching the birds and listening to each other breathe. It was peaceful, yet filled with so much sadness.
Holding him close, I sighed, and closed my eyes. As I started to drift to sleep, I realized he was outside with me, cuddling. He must not care what the men think anymore. I smiled, and drifted off.
CHAPTER 43
The next two weeks were the fastest weeks of my life. Time flew by. Brett and I knew he was leaving after that, so we tried to fill every day with something fun and avoided all talk about what would happen after the trial. We also avoided any more sex. But we laughed, went to the movies, took Josie out, and spent a lot of time holding and kissing each other.
Court wasn’t too difficult since I was kept in a waiting room until my time to testify. Once I was inside the courtroom, I found the strength to say the words I needed to simply by looking at Osan. He sat in his seat, wearing an expensive suit, and smirking at me the entire time. A few times I worried about what would happen if he didn’t get convicted, but that only pushed me harder to tell my story, so I could prevent that from ever happening.
Three days after Osan received a life sentence for terrorism, Brett was notified that his assignment was complete. When he hung up the phone, he cried. My big, protective man cried. He didn’t sob like I did, but he wrapped me in his arms, and let it all go. He would be leaving the next day, and not knowing what he would return to, broke him.
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