Longing for Love

by Vicki Green

  I look at Bria and she smiles. I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder, leaning in close to whisper, “Why you ole horn dog. Never knew you had it in you.” We both laugh. He looks at me with his tired eyes and smiles.

  “Son. How do you think you and Brock came to be here?” He raises one brow in question and I let out another laugh.

  I step back and look at Bria. Fuck, to have almost a whole day with her would be more than amazing. Her eyes light up with the same hope I’m feeling. I look back at Pop. “I need to talk to Danie. I wanna make sure she’s okay with me leaving.” He nods, understanding showing on his face. I look back at Bria. “You good with this?” She nods, eagerly. Yeah, she’s as horny as I am. My mouth turns into a grin. I walk past to the doorway and Pop moves over a step letting me past him and into the kitchen. Danie is sitting in her chair still eating. I walk straight over and squat down by her side. She puts a fork full of food in her mouth and looks at me, showing me she’s eating. “I see that. Such a big girl.” I look around the table. Ma, Brock, Taren, and Caylan are all eating and talking so I look back at Danie. “So, how would you like to spend the day here with Grandma and Grandpop and everyone else while Bria and I go do some things?” She looks around the table and my eyes following hers. Ma has stopped talking and is watching us. Danie looks at me and shrugs. She takes another bite and starts humming. I put my hand on her back and rub then she looks at me again. “You sure you’re okay to stay here with them? I’d be back later tonight.” She nods and gives me a smile. I feel strange leaving her and even though she’s saying yes, in her way, it’s not helping me feel good about leaving her.

  “Danie will be just fine, won’t you, sweetheart?” I look at Ma and then watch Danie’s smile grow. She nods eagerly and bites into a half piece of toast.

  I keep rubbing her back. I didn’t think it would be this hard. I’ve only had her less than a week and am finding it so hard to leave her even though I know she’s in great hands.

  “Go on.” Pop’s voice sounds behind me and Danie and I both turn our heads. “We’ve got her. Ma wanted to have Danie cook with her today anyway, and something about braiding her hair. Danie and I have a small toy box to build together, don’t we Danie?” He smiles down at his granddaughter and I can feel the love pouring between them. Danie slides off her chair and runs to Pop, throwing her little arms around his leg. Pop looks down at her with such affection and puts his hand on top of her head. He looks up at me with tears welled in his eyes. I’m fighting back my own. “Yup. She’ll be just fine. Go on now, son.” My heart swells. He looks down and rubs her head. “Go on and finish your breakfast, sweetie. We have a lot of stuff to do today.” Danie lifts her face to him, her smile so big that it brightens her entire face. She nods and then runs back to her chair, climbing up and sitting on her knees, then picks up her toast and takes a huge bite.

  I lean in and kiss her cheek. “You have a good day, Little Miss. You need me, you get Ma or Pop to call me and I’ll come right back, okay?” She turns her head and looks into my eyes, giving me a nod. As if my heart wasn’t already melted with love for her, she leans towards me, kisses my cheek and then pats the spot with her little hand. I have to clear my throat just to clear it of all the emotions and smile. “Okay. You’re such a good girl. I’ll be back before you know it. You have fun.” She turns back and starts eating as I stand. I turn and look at Pop, giving him a nod, and walk out of the room. I stop when I see Bria looking at me, wiping away her own tears from underneath her eyes. I walk straight into her arms, her face burying into my chest. I hear the sounds of her sniffling and feel like if we don’t hurry and get outta here, we’re both gonna be blubbering messes. Silently, I take her hand and pull her out of the house. “We’ll take my truck,” I tell her and I lead her there and open the door for her. Once she’s inside, I close her door and jog around the front of my truck and get into the driver’s seat. After all this emotion, I’m not sure I can even have sex. That’s something I thought I’d never say. Ever.

  I drive us to her house, my hand finding hers on the seat. Our fingers are intertwined and I’m taken aback once again with everything that’s happened. Never in a million years did I think I’d be where I am today. I bring up our hands and kiss hers. She turns and gives me her beautiful smile as I think about how lucky I am. A wonderful woman with a beautiful heart and a daughter who surprises me with giving me her love every moment. I let out a sigh of contentment. I pull into her driveway and jog around my truck, opening the door for her. She takes my hand and we walk to her front door. My body starts becoming anxious as she unlocks it and opens the door. She walks inside and I follow her, pushing the door closed once I’ve entered. She takes my breath away as she becomes bold, pushing me against the door, her mouth claiming mine. Her hands are already at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up. We break our kiss long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor as I latch back onto her lips. I start pulling up her shirt and we break again to remove it but our mouths are back on each other’s, our breaths coming out in pants as I reach around her back and unclasp her bra. Our tongues are tangled as I pull the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall from her body.

  “God, I need you, Kane,” she whispers against my mouth.

  I lift her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I moan into her mouth as the heels of her shoes dig into my bottom. That is so hot and making me harder than I already am. I carry her with purpose, opening one eye as I walk up the stairs, my goal set as I take her to her bedroom.

  I wish it was our bedroom.

  I take her straight to her bed but I almost just laid her down on the floor. So eager. So ready. Her hips buck into my hardened length as I lay her down on the mattress. I take a step back, ridding myself of my jeans. Thank fuck I’m commando. I look down at her and take my aching cock in my hand. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Her long dark hair is fanned out around her. Her eyes have darkened to almost black with desire. For me. She looks at me as if she could devour me, which is what I plan to do to her.

  “Kane,” she whimpers, holding her arms out to me.

  I let her wait, just a little, building up her desire even more but I feel as if I could already explode with my own. Her eyes lower and watch me stroke myself. I run my thumb over the wetness that’s already seeping out over the head and she licks her lips.

  “Kane, please, I….”

  She withers on the mattress, her desire ready to take her. I lean down and climb to her, settle back on my legs and start pulling down her shorts, bringing her lacy panties with them. She lifts her legs, allowing me to remove them, and I place my hands on her thighs spreading her legs and look down. “Already so wet for me?” I look up into her eyes, her brows furrow, and her face flush. I did that. I made her look like that. I made her so wet. Me. Not able to stand it another second, I give her no warning, no time to adjust to my size, pushing my legs out between hers, and ram into her hard and fast. She lets out a loud moan, followed by me at the sensation. I cup the sides of her face, her eyes closed, then take her hands and lace my fingers with hers, pushing them up on either side of her face. “This isn’t going to be making love, Kitten. This is gonna be a hard and fast fuck. Are you ready?” Her eyes open and she nods.

  “Please! I need….”

  “What do you need, baby?” I lean down and kiss her swollen lips and await the answer that I already know. I push into her deeper and stop.

  “You!” she screams. “I need you. Please!”

  I smile but it falters quickly with my own desire. My needs. But also the need to give her as much pleasure as I humanly can. I withdraw so only my tip is in her then push back inside hard, slamming my balls against her core. “More,” she screams, her head moving back and forth, her hands squeezing mine as her nails dig into the flesh of my hand. I start pushing in and out, fast, hard, our movements in sync and become faster, harder. “God, Kane!” she moans and thrashes as I continue
my sweet torture. Not just for her but for me. The buildup excruciatingly sweet, burning, as my balls start to tighten. Too soon. Fuck, I want it to last but it’s been too long. Her muscles begin to grip me, her legs begin to shake. She won’t last either.

  I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Come with me, Kitten. Let yourself go.” I kiss along her cheek, her jaw, and take her mouth as I continue to thrust in then out as hard as I can. She grips me so hard when her orgasm hits her that I feel myself swell even more. I begin to release inside of her and look up to the ceiling, my back arched, as I let myself be taken where she’s already waiting for me.

  Bliss.

  Heaven.

  Ecstasy.

  There’s no easy way to describe what it feels like when an orgasm takes you beyond reality, beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Nothing compares. Nothing can take the place of it. My chest heaves with my desire. My breathing is erratic, shallow, like I can’t get enough air.

  She’s taken it all. I’ve given it gladly.

  Finally, able to take a breath, I look down at her sweet face. Her eyes are hazed over, her lids half-mast. A sweet glow surrounds her and her own bliss covers her. She’s looking at me not only with her state of satisfaction but something else that I can’t figure out. Then she speaks, in a whisper, and takes the one breath I had away.

  “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen such a serene look spread across your face. I’ve locked it in my memories.”

  Those words. Those words are exactly how I feel when I looked at her. I lean down and unweave our fingers, our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I bear my weight on her body. I take her face in my hands and kiss her gently at first then hard, trying to show her just how much I love her in this one kiss. My heart beats faster and I can feel hers against my chest. Fuck, I love her. I pull back and look at her, scan her face. She’s trying to take in breaths as I took all she had to give. “Marry me,” I whisper, looking deeply into her eyes.

  “Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.

  I kiss her hard again, plunging my tongue into her warm, wet mouth. I suck on her tongue and then kiss her quickly twice, pulling back again and give her a serious look. “Yes?”

  She smiles and nods. “Yes.”

  “Thank fuck!” She laughs but stops when I take her mouth again. I’ll never get enough of her, never stop taking her breaths as my own. “I don’t know what in the hell I did to deserve you but I thank God you came into my life. Don’t ever leave me.”

  “Never,” she whispers. She leans up and takes my mouth this time showing me just how much she loves me back.

  Her stomach takes that moment to growl. Loud. I let out a chuckle into her mouth and lean my hand against the mattress and letting her take some air. “Guess I better feed you. We kinda missed breakfast and I think we need to recharge.”

  She lets out a laugh. “Yes. We need to keep up our stamina because I plan on us doing that again. Soon.” God, I fucking love her!

  We cook breakfast together, laughed, and had a spatula fight. We ate holding hands and don’t make it back to the bedroom, instead making love on the living room floor. After that, I carried her to her bathroom and washed her and by the time she washed me, well, we needed washing again after I fucked her up against the tile wall. We’ve become magnets, not able to get our hands away from each other, among other things. It was the best day ever!

  By early evening we figured we’d better head back over to my parents for dinner, even though all we wanted to do was go down to the beach and make love under a blanket but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, I’m just as anxious to get back to my little girl. I have to say even though I was thinking with my cock today, and my love for Bria, I missed Danie with everything I am. How I could change from a one night stand kind of man to only wanting one woman and an almost four year old all in the matter of a few months is beyond me. But I’m so thankful, so lucky, that I can hardly contain myself.

  I practically run inside the house, dragging Bria behind me, only to find it empty. I lead her through the house and into the kitchen, seeing everyone outside. Some are sitting around the picnic table on the deck. Pop is manning the grill, and Ma and Taren are out in the yard. Taren is pushing Danie in a swing. Pop insisted he get a swing set just a few days after Danie’s arrival knowing I have no yard to give her things like that. Someday. Someday, I’ll have a yard for her and a house. I’ll see to it.

  We walk out onto the deck and everyone turns and waves, giving us their hellos. I nod and smile then call out to Danie. “Little Miss!” Her eyes widen when they land on me and she starts to slide off the moving swing. My heart lurches but Ma grabs the chains, stopping it as my daughter descends. Fuck, she is gonna be my death. I let out a small chuckle remembering what all I put my parents through when I was little. I bet some of those gray hairs on their heads are from me being so reckless. She takes the steps slowly, her little feet only able to manage one step at a time while she holds onto the railing. Then she takes off in a run when she reaches the top and I bend down, scooping her up in my arms, and lifting her in the air. She giggles and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I bring her down and her arms wrap around my neck, squeezing as hard as she can, which isn’t all that hard at all. She leans back and I walk into the kitchen to get a little privacy. I wink at Bria and watch her sit down at the picnic table and she winks back.

  “Hey, sweetheart. Have you been having fun?” She smiles and nods. “Good. Have you been a good girl?” She nods again, running her finger over my jaw.

  Soft.

  Sweet.

  Cute.

  “I knew you would be. So, you like Bria, right?” She nods again, smiling, her eyes lighting up. “You might even love her a little?” Her eyes widen and she nods more eagerly. I feel a bit of relief swell inside me. “I thought you did.” I give her a smile. “You know, I love her too.” Her head is starting to remind me of one of those bobble head toys as much as she’s nodding. “Do you know what it means for a man and woman to get married?” Her forehead scrunches as well as her nose. “When a man and woman love each other they want to spend the rest of their life together as husband and wife so they get married.” Her face lights up. “I want to marry Bria. I know she’s your friend and no one can replace your mommy and Bria would never want to do that but she could be kinda like one to you, if you want that. If not, that’s okay too. She’ll always be your friend no matter what.” She squeals and claps her hands and puts her arms around my neck again. I press my head against hers, loving the feel of her. I take a deep breath and relish in her baby smell. There’s nothing like it. I wonder for a moment if someone could bottle that shit up. She moves back but then kisses my cheek and my heart melts a little more for this beautiful child. “Come on. Want to help me tell everyone the news?” She nods again and claps her hands. I carry her back out onto the deck and lean down, taking Bria’s hand. Her face shows her confusion as I pull her up and bring her beside me, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and squeeze her into me. Clear understanding shadows over her face and she gives me a nod.

  “Uh, attention!” I scream out.

  Everyone stops talking, the clatter of dishes, utensils, and the other noises of cooking cease.

  “Uh, thanks.” I lean down and kiss Bria’s forehead and then Danie’s. Danie giggles. “We just wanted you all to know that I’ve asked Bria to marry me and she said YES!” Everything happens at once. People getting up from their seats, everyone coming over and crowding us. Danie giggling endlessly as people are patting us, kissing, and hollering out their joy of our announcement. I’ve never felt so loved. Never felt so at peace. This is life. This is what deep inside I’ve wanted, needed. This is happiness and I aim to never let it stop for any of us. This isn’t just love – this is beyond love. This is my family.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bria

  I’ve never been so happy in all my life. Well, since I was a little girl anyway. I couldn’t believe Kane as
ked me to marry him. I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of his family and they were all so happy for us. I couldn’t believe when Danie squirmed from Kane’s arms into mine and hugged me so hard, in her way welcoming me. I couldn’t believe all my dreams have come true, that I’m part of a loving family. I can’t wait to tell Charles. I know he’ll be happy for us. Daddy? No way am I telling him yet.

  Once all the congratulations were over, we all sat down at the picnic table and the overflow sat at a fold up table. We started passing the food around and ate. Different conversations were going all around and hard to keep up with.

  “Taren, it won’t be long now. I want to have a baby shower for you. Bria, will you help?” Irish says.

  “Danie’s fourth birthday is in a few weeks. Such a big girl.” Kane remarks.

  “I can help with the birthday party. How about my backyard? I can call my caterer. Oh, for Taren’s shower too! But at her house.” I tell Kane.

  “Who wants a hot dog?” Brock asks.

  Danie claps with glee and a hot dog is plopped on her plate.

  “Let me cut that up for you, Little Miss.” Kane says, lovingly.

  “So, when is the wedding date?” Irish asks.

  Silence.

  I look at Kane and smile. He clears his throat. “Well, uh. I just proposed today so maybe we still need to talk about a date.” His eyes shift to me.

  “Yes. There’s no hurry?” My brow raises in question as I look at him. If I had my way, we’d get married tomorrow but we really haven’t talked about any of that yet. I don’t want to rush him. He’s had so many changes in his life the past few months. I don’t want him to feel pressured or stressed.