by Mj Fields
She rolls her eyes. “So, you think your words hold that much power?”
“Hell yes, I do,” I answer, confident as fuck.
“We’re never gonna be right,” she says. “We’ve been branded by way too many as nothings. Brands don’t fucking go away. They stay forever.”
She doesn’t have to tell me that those are the words I used all those years ago. They have haunted me since they fell out my lips in a drunken, self-doubting rant.
She turns her back on me and starts to walk away. I grab her elbow.
“Words said when you’re fucked up mean shit.”
She pulls her elbow away from me slowly and turns to look at me. “His name is Brandon. He wears that brand in his name.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I have no clue what to say.
“For nine months, I waited for you to come back, to help right the wrongs. When I named him, it was a reminder, a promise, that things that are branded, will never go unmarked.” She turns and walks away.
I catch up to her and stand in front of her, stopping her from continuing toward the house. “They stay forever. Did you remember that part, Juliana? They fucking stay forever. We—you, me, and Brand—we’re forever.”
She shrugs. “And forever I’ll live with the regret of believing you’d come back. Forever I will. Forever I will remember that I can’t trust my heart to you. Forever.”
“I’ll prove you wrong, Juliana. Fuck, did today not show you that? Today was a perfect day. You, me, him—perfect.”
“You forgot the part where you ended a relationship I was comfortable in. You manipulated him into thinking I was cool. That will wear off, and you’ll win, Garrett, or you’ll run.”
“You know what you’re leaving out?”
“What?” she asks, walking faster.
“That you love me, just like you did then.”
“Such an asshole,” she grumbles.
“But not a liar. And”—I grab her elbow, stopping her again—”I love you. I do. I fucking love you. Never anyone else. I. Love. You.”
She looks at me sadly, tipping her head to the side. “This, too, shall pass.”
“Hasn’t yet,” I remind her.
“It will,” she comments back, walking around me.
***
I sit at the campfire, sipping on a beer. Brand is next to Grayson, and Juliana is sitting away from everyone. Phoenix and Gage are on the other side of Gray and Brand. Mags has gone to bed.
“Can I request a song?” Gage asks Gray.
“Not sure if I’ll know it, but shoot.”
“Black.” I see him wink at Phoenix, and she smiles.
“We’ll put that on the to-learn list,” Gray says, looking down.
“How about ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’?” I ask.
“Brett Young?”
I nod.
“Good song.” He smiles, looking at his guitar.
I watch Juliana as Gray sings. She looks up at me a few times, and I know she fucking sees me.
I look over at Gage, who rolls his fucking eyes at me. I shrug it off. I give no shits what anyone thinks. None of us are innocent in this. None of us.
“Fucking branded,” I say, opening another beer. As I chug it down, I realize I’m making her uncomfortable, Gage annoyed, and Brand is in the middle of it all, watching, which totally fucks up everything good about today if I don’t walk the fuck away and make it easier on all of them.
“Hey, Brand, I’m gonna head to bed. See you in the morning?”
“We gonna get dirt?” he asks.
“Of course,” I tell him as he walks over and hugs me really tight.
“Love you, Dad,” he whispers in my ear, which makes me hug him tighter.
“Love you so much, Brand. Sorry I missed so many years, but I promise you”—I lean back and hold his face in my hands—”that will never happen again. Never.”
He grins and nods. “I know.”
I stand and kiss the top of his head before walking away.
***
Lying on the picnic table, I look up at the stars, listening to the forest sounds and The Eli Young Band playing, “Even if it Breaks Your Heart,” blasting out of my truck’s radio, all while fighting the urge to chase the fucking dragon. Numb the hurt. Read the fucking future so this uncertainty doesn’t fuck me any harder, while plotting and planning how to make her remember.
Make her remember? Fuck, I tried that. All fucking day I tried that, and it blew up in my face.
I reach down and grab a pack of smokes out of my pocket and light one up. Haven’t needed one all day. Right now, I fucking need one.
Sam Hunts song, “Make You Miss Me” starts, and I think about how the hell I can make that happen.
I place one of my feet on the table, hoping to wake it the hell up, tapping it to the beat of the music. Then I close my eyes and start to sing along.
When the music stops, I wait for the next song to start. It doesn’t.
I sit up and look toward the truck to see her walking toward me. Then I take in a deep breath when I see the pajamas.
“Fucking kittens,” I whisper.
“You don’t get to love me,” she says as she gets closer. “You don’t because, if you did, you could have never left me. You would have known how badly I needed you, and you wouldn’t have just left.”
“That’s not...” I stop when she climbs on my lap. “Christ.”
She licks up my neck, just like I did hers, and then tugs on my earlobe.
“We were kids. We fucked,” she whispers. “That’s not love.”
“Sure as fuck was,” I groan as she slowly runs her fingernails up my sides, pulling my shirt up before tossing it on the ground.
She bends down and flicks her tongue across my nipple ring, tugs on it, and does the same to the next. Then she slides off my lap, pulls the kitty shirt off, then shimmies out of the bottoms. Bare, she walks toward me with a condom packet hanging out of her mouth.
She tosses it on the table before gripping the waistband of my jeans, pulls me up to a standing position, unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips them, before pulling them and my boxers down. My cock springs free, and she catches it in her mouth, grabbing the piercing with her teeth and tugging on it.
“Fuck yes,” I moan.
She stands up, puts one of my hands on her tit, and the other between her legs.
“Fucking soaked. God. Damn.” I push a finger inside her and curl it, hitting the fucking spot I know makes her come in seconds.
“Sex isn’t love,” she moans.
I squeeze her tit harder, and she whimpers. Then I grab her hand and pull it to my cock.
“I fucking love you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, gripping me hard. So fucking hard.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t fucking walk tomorrow. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Juliana.” I pull my finger out of her pussy and lift her up by her fucking ass.
“Condom,” she says.
I reach behind me and blindly grab for it as I take her hot mouth.
Kissing her as I kick open the door to the cabin, I turn and push her back against it to close it as I pin her to the cabin door. I reach between us and rub my cock up and down the heat of her pussy and groan, “Fucking dreamed of this, Juliana. Dreamed of being inside you so many fucking times.”
I push inside her harshly, and she cries out.
“Would say I’m sorry, but I’m a man of my word; you’re gonna be fucking hurting tomorrow. Love. You. Fuck. Love. You. So. Much,” I repeat over and over as I pound into her mercilessly.
Chapter Nineteen
Falling Part II
Juliana
“Condom,” I cry. “Dammit, Garrett.”
“So fucking glad.” He stops and pulls us away from the door. “I didn’t use one then. So fucking glad.”
I try to unwrap my legs from him, to pull away from the exquisite feeling that is Garrett Falcon raw.
He catches
one of my legs. “How flexible are you, Juliana?” Before I have a chance to answer, he pulls one leg up onto his shoulder, and then the next. “Gotta eat that pussy. Got to.” He pulls me up then splits me open with his tongue, plunging it inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I cry as he licks me slowly, moaning like he can’t get enough while my entire body heats up.
He licks me up and down again, avoiding my clit. I thrust against him on the upward movement and his tongue connects with it, causing electrical currents of pleasure to rock my core. And like an exploding firework on the Fourth of July, my entire body feels its affect.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” I whimper.
“Mmm,” he hums, sucking on my pussy lips, which makes me cry out from a different kind of pleasure.
“So good,” I cry when his tongue splits me again, only this time, it’s not slow. It’s quick. Before I can thrust, he sucks on my clit hard and I come. I come hard, fast, and so fucking good. So good.
He slides me down his body, arms under my knees. “Fucking put it in that pussy, baby. I want inside so fucking bad.”
I reach between us and rub his massive cock, one that spoiled me for all other men, against my hypersensitive skin. The feel of his piercing drives me insane, so I do it again.
He thrusts inside. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” he groans. “So fucking hot. So fucking wet.”
“So good, soooo...” I dig my nails into his shoulders, and my head falls back. “I’m gonna come. Damn you. Damn you.”
His thrusts become deeper, harder.
“Love. You,” he hisses.
“Never stopped,” he groans.
“No one else,” he grunts.
“Fucking forever,” he growls.
“Gonna fill you,” he warns.
“No, dammit, no.” I try to push away as he carries me, baring his teeth, into the bedroom and drops me on the bed.
“All fours,” he demands.
“Condom,” I beg.
“Fuck,” he snaps and walks out the door.
When he walks back in, I see it in his hand.
“All fours, Juliana. I wanna watch that ass when I fuck you.”
“Condom,” I pant as I roll over.
He leans over me and kisses the back of my neck as he puts the condom on. Then he rubs his cock up and down my opening. I still feel his piercing through the condom. I love it. Love it so damn much.
Love that he did that to himself, not wanting anyone but me.
He thrusts in fully, gripping my ass and spreading it wide.
“Sexiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen. Whose ass is it, Juliana?”
“Mine,” I moan.
He grips tighter. “Wrong fucking answer. It’s mine.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
He slams into me over and over again. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” I cry.
“Fucking right it is.” He circles his arms around my waist and begins rubbing my clit as he fucks me harder and harder.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna...Oh, God,” I cry as yet another orgasm rocks through me.
He leans over me, fucking me deeper, harder, faster as he grabs my tit.
“Whose tits are these?” He squeezes one hard and tugs on my nipple.
“Yours, yours...Oh, God, yours,” I cry.
He pushes me down until I am fully on my front and pulls out.
“No, no, please no.”
He pushes my legs together and straddles them. I feel him pushing into me like this.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes, please,” I beg. “Please.”
“Roll over, Juliana,” he instructs. “Gonna come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every fucking bit of my cum.”
I roll over to find the condom is now off. I lean over to take him in my mouth.
“Gonna fuck your face.”
I nod as I open and take him.
As promised, he fucks my face, telling me over and over that he loves me.
When he comes, I swallow the first burst of liquid heat, then the second, the third, and the fourth.
“Fucking perfect. So fucking perfect,” he groans out, looking down at me, my hair fisted in his hand. “Love you so goddamn much.”
I lick him up and down, and around and around slowly.
“That’s my girl. My first love. My only fucking love. Always mine. Forever mine.”
His praises, the way his eyes look at me, the love I feel, the adoration while giving him head, is unbelievable.
I lick him until my mouth is sore. Then I lie back and look up at him.
“Gonna fuck you again,” he promises, looking down at his growing cock then back at me. “Gonna fuck you until you remember you love me.”
“Garrett...” I sigh.
“No, Juliana. Everything you did was for me. Every scar you have because of me, I’ll erase them, wear them myself. Every fucking minute you spent missing me, even though I spent as many missing you, I’m gonna make it up to you.”
I close my eyes and swallow down the tears building caused by his words, ones he believes to be true. I can see it in his eyes, just like the night he pushed me away.
I turn my head to the side as he leans down and places feather-soft kisses up to my breasts. He kneads them as he settles between my legs.
“Did you breastfeed our son?”
I look down at him, shocked by his question.
“Juliana, I want to know everything I missed about you, about him. Please answer my question.”
I nod and whisper, “Of course I did.”
He kisses my breast softly and licks across my nipples. “Thank you.”
Garrett doesn’t fuck me. He makes love to me. I see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. He brings me to orgasm deliciously slow.
“Love me, baby,” he whispers the plea as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. “Love me.”
Lying on my side, he pulls me against him. “Don’t leave when I fall asleep.”
“Garrett...” I begin.
“Three hours. I’ll set my alarm for three hours. You can go curl up in bed with our son, and I’ll take the couch. We can make breakfast together. You, and me, and Brand. We can go get dirt together.” He kisses the back of my head. “You.” Another kiss. “Me.” Another. “And Brandon.” And another.
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight.
“The truck, that’s mine. The SUV, that’s yours.”
“No,” I say, looking up at him.
He leans in and catches my earlobe in his teeth. “Yes. It’s in your name, too, so stop fucking arguing.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Why the hell you don’t want a vehicle is beyond me.”
I roll over and look at him. “It’s a big responsibility. What if I hurt someone? What if—”
He presses his finger to my lips. “What if you need to get Brandon to the hospital? What if you just want to go to the store? What if”—he smiles—”you want Ben and Jerry’s at midnight?”
I sigh.
“You need one. Didn’t expect this to happen so easily. I was ready to spend months fighting for you. Glad I didn’t have to. Now I know love—grownup love—can. The vehicle, I was gonna let you take it if you left so that when you woke up in the middle of the night, missing me, you could just come back to me. And Juliana, I would be here, making us a home.”
I lean my forehead against his chest and try to gain the courage to tell him. I plan to leave, but I can’t. I just can’t.
“In three hours, I’m gonna wake up hard and hungry. I get to have you both ways before heading up, Juliana. Sleep, baby, sleep.”
I roll over and push back against his incredibly muscular body and tighten his arms around me. I loved his arms then, and now...God how they have changed. I rub my hands up and down the hard muscles and soft skin.
“Missed holding you,” he says on a yawn. “Don’t wanna ever miss you again.”
Chapter Twenty
Spilled
Garrett
The sun is beating down on me through the window. I smell her. Smells so fucking good. I reach over to touch her, and again, she’s not fucking there. I sit up in bed, pissed because I asked. I asked, and she denied me again.
I get up and look around, seeing the condom, the one I didn’t use, on the pillow where her head was.
Dick move, but I don’t fucking care. I want to feel her, not a fucking rubber, and if I knock her up again, so what? So fucking what? I want to give her that. Give it to Brandon, too.
I walk outside bare-assed and start the outdoor shower. Standing under the cold water, I wait for it to warm up as I run a bar of soap over my body. Never does heat up.
I am going to fix this place up nice. Going to have a home for them. Both of them. Hell, I’m hoping she has one cooking now, too.
“Fucking Juliana,” I remark as I rinse off.
I reach for a towel and realize I forgot one in my pissed off mood. Fuck it.
I walk around and see my truck, yet the SUV is gone. That makes me fucking smile. She likes it. Then I run in the house, dripping wet, and grab a towel off the shelf.
After drying off, I throw on a pair of jeans and grab a tee-shirt out of the clean clothes basket, the one that’s getting emptier and emptier. I guess I need to do some fucking laundry.
I shove a bunch of clothes and towels into the basket and walk out the door to the truck. When I start it up, I see the clock. Ten in the fucking morning, meaning the day’s already half-gone. Fucking never sleep this much. Never.
I suppose it’s because I’m here, she’s here, and Brandon, our son, who told me he loved me last night, is here.
Driving up the road to Falcon’s Landing, I get a crazy fucking idea to see if I can buyout my parents and buy or rent some land off of Gage’s to start Falcon’s Ranch. It would bring more campers in if they had some activities, and who the fuck doesn’t love horses? Idiots, that’s who.
I throw the truck in park and get out. Brand sprints out, laughing, with Phoenix close behind.
“Morning, Dad. Phoenix and I are gonna get the cabins ready for campers. One week, and we have”— he pauses and looks at Phoenix who holds up five fingers— “five families coming to camp.”