Catching Raindrops (The Sutter Family #1)

by H. D'Agostino

  “Do you have to work? I won’t be in the way,” she quickly blurted out.

  “It’s not that,” I blinked rapidly as I stared at her. She was smiling, which made absolutely no sense.

  “What then? Do you not want me here?” she leaned back so we weren’t so close and I focused on her expression more.

  “What about your parents?” I swallowed against the dryness in my mouth. Just thinking about it was hard. Talking about it was even worse. I hadn’t felt like this since high school. I felt like a sixteen-year-old kid trying to figure how I was going to get a hotel room for prom, not a twenty-four-year-old man that owns his own place.

  “I texted them. They know I’m here,” she shrugged as she stared at me a beat before she began laughing.

  “Wait! What?” I shook my head in confusion. “You texted them?”

  “Yeah, well I texted my mom,” she started to climb off the bed and out of my reach. “The shower’s this way, right?” she pointed at the door beside my closet. I nodded numbly as she opened it and stepped inside. I heard her, but the pieces hadn’t clicked together for me yet.

  “Emma!” I called but she didn’t answer as the shower roared to life. “Are you parents going to come beat my door down?” I followed after her and paused in the doorway, one hand on each side of the jamb as I leaned forward. I could see her behind the translucent glass as she stood under the water. Steam was filling the room as she washed the evidence of our night on the beach down the drain. “What are you saying?” I stepped over to the door and slowly pulled it open. I felt like I should know what was going here, but I didn’t.

  Emma

  I smiled to myself as I listened to his confusion. I knew I needed to put him out of his misery, but I was kinda having fun. He looked so lost, and as I remembered our time on the sand the night before, I wanted it again. Brock was different last night. He treated me like glass. He was soft and caring. I liked the other side, the side that ordered me around, but last night he acted as if he were treasuring every minute we had. I felt the love that he said he had for me, and when I awoke this morning I knew I needed more time here. I had sent a quick text to my mom letting her know that I was ok and where I was, and she’d replied with a simple, “I don’t want grandbabies yet, but have fun” answer. I’d giggled to myself as I’d rolled over and gone back to sleep. The look on Brock’s face when I mentioned said text was priceless.

  “Em?” he caught my attention this time, and as I turned toward him my mouth went dry. There he was standing by the glass shower door in absolutely nothing. His jaw flexed in worry as his eyes scanned my body. I watched his cock harden as his eyes climbed back up to my face. I smirked as I rubbed my soapy hands down my body. It was like magic; watching him come alive. All sleepiness was gone and he was primed and ready.

  “Wanna join me?” I stepped to the side, allowing room for him under the spray.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he moved closer. He wasn’t under the water, but he was in the shower. It was progress, I guess.

  “What question was that?” I tipped my head to the side before reaching up and running one soapy palm down his chest. I stopped at his waist and grinned. “You’re kinda dirty. Maybe you should wash too. I can help.” His eyes flared as my hand began moving again. When I reached his cock, I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed. I stared in amazement as his eyes rolled back and he muttered something unintelligible. I tugged lightly, causing him to stumbled forward and under the spray with me. “What was that? I didn’t understand you,” I stroked him again as I leaned up and bit his lobe.

  “Fuck!” he hissed. “You unman me with a look, and now you’re fucking touching my dick and acting like the temptress I knew was in you all along.”

  “Maybe I’m just happy,” I licked a trailed up his neck, pausing by his ear once again. “My parents are cool with us being together,” I tightened my grip on him. “In fact, my mom told me to have fun,” my fingers danced along his length, “so that’s what I’m trying to do.” I leaned back enough to watch his throat muscles move as he swallowed before eyes filled with lust peered down at me. “Now, what do I need to do to get you inside me because I’m dying here, Brock.”

  Hooded eyes bored into me as his lips curled into a smile. “I like this new Emma. She’s not afraid to say what she wants,” he murmured before crashing his lips into mine.

  At this point we were all hands and lips. He backed me against the wall as his mouth made several passes along my neck and collarbone. My eyes fluttered closed as my head tipped back, giving him full access. “Brock,” I panted.

  “I know, Baby,” he groaned as he gripped both my thighs and hoisted me into the air. My back hit the cool tile of the shower wall, and I could feel his cock rubbing against me. It was begging me to let it in, and I was more than willing. “I don’t have a condom. Fuck! Give me a minute,” he started to put me down, but I protested.

  I knew I probably should have been more worried, but for some reason I wasn’t. Brock made me feel loved and protected and I knew he’d never hurt me. “I’m on the pill. It’s ok. After last time I got on the pill,” I gripped the sides of his head to get him to look me in the eyes. “It’s ok,” my eyes softened as I watched the turmoil spread over his face.

  “Emma, we don’t have to. I can get one,” he started to put me down again, but I locked my ankles behind his back.

  “It’s ok,” I leaned in and brushed my lips over his. “I trust you. I love you. I’m ok with this.”

  He stood there for a moment just staring into my eyes before I saw acceptance fill his. His head angled to the side as he pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue slowly slid into my mouth as his cock mimicked the action below. We groaned in unison as he lapped at my lips. I’d never felt so complete; so loved; so everything. Brock made me feel things that I’d never experienced, and I never wanted to know what life would be like without him.

  We made love slowly and methodically that morning. Soft touches with long languid strokes filled our moments. He touched and kissed me everywhere until we came together in a blissful explosion. I’d never felt oneness like I did that morning, and when we finished I knew that he’d ruined me. I’d never have this feeling again without him.

  “So are you planning to stay like that all day?” he quirked an eyebrow at me as I stretched. After we had showered, we put clean sheets on the bed, and I’d climbed back in... naked. I’d convinced him to stay home, and he’d spent most of the day staring at me, I think maybe trying to convince himself that this was real.

  “Maybe,” I smiled as I turned my head to face him. The white sheet was pooled at my waist, exposing my back and my hair was splayed around me. I snuggled into the pillow further as the ache between my legs helped me to remember the last twenty-four hours. I’d lost count at this point on how many times we’d made love.

  Brock chuckled as he pulled the sheet farther down my back exposing the very tops of my ass cheeks. “I could get used to this, but won’t Mel be upset if you’re here instead of spending time with her?”

  “She left to go back to school this morning. She left me a voicemail. She said to and I quote, ‘fuck him like I mean it’.

  “Huh,” he scratched his head. “I think I’m liking her more and more.”

  “You do, huh?” I giggled as I pushed up on my elbows and proceeded to climb over him. “More than me?” I teased as I let my hair fall around our heads.

  “I don’t think that’s possible,” he groaned as he reached up and tugged my head down so he could capture my lips. “We do need to talk though,” he sighed as he broke the kiss.

  “About?” I rolled to my back beside him. My breasts were on full display and his eyes went right to them. I grinned at his obvious perusal as he shook his head and muttered. “What?” they bounced slightly with my movement, and I watched him scramble out of bed. He stormed over to his dresser and began frantically digging. After a few moments he turned and held something up in victory befor
e shoving it in my direction.

  “Put this on,” he thrusted it toward my face with a growl.

  “Why?” I nibbled my lip. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?” I couldn’t help myself. I’d been dreaming of being like this with him for what seemed like forever. We were finally here, and all those fantasies I’d been building up were playing out right before my eyes. Being in his house; making love in the shower; spending the day here with no worry of having to leave; and now...wearing his clothes.

  “I love what you’re wearing,” he closed his eyes as he dragged his hands down his face, “too much.”

  “How much?” I grinned bigger, if that was possible. I was fishing now, but watching him stand there at what seemed like a loss for words was fascinating to me.

  “Em,” he groaned as he stepped back a little and pointed at where I was clutching the t-shirt. “Put that on... now please,” he gritted out.

  “Fine,” I huffed, causing tiny pieces of hair to flutter around my face. I unfolded the shirt and pulled it over my head without really looking at it.

  “Much better,” he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed near my knees. I was sitting crisscross at this point and Brock tugged one foot up and turned to face me. “Wanna tell me what you meant this morning about your mom being ok with all this,” his eyes were sad, and I was at a loss as to why. I would have thought after I’d told him we could be together that he would’ve been happy.

  “Exactly that. My parents are ok with this. Well, my dad was when I talked to him yesterday. I’m assuming he talked to Mom because all she did was text. Aren’t you happy about this?”

  I watched his face morph from confused to happy before he started laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me this last night? Holy shit! I could’ve actually slept better knowing it wasn’t over.”

  “I did tell you last night,” I scrunched my nose up as I stared at him in disbelief.

  “No Em, you most certainly didn’t. You never mentioned anything about your talk with your dad until just now,” he shook his head vigorously.

  “So what was that on the beach last night, and then this morning, hell...all day?” I scurried off the bed and slammed my hands on my hips and that’s when I noticed what he’d given me to wear. My mouth gaped open as I looked down and read in big bold letters Marsh View High School Football. This was a team issued shirt that the players wore on game day under their jerseys. Girls begged to get one of these. The only way you could was if you dated a player because they were only given to the team. It wasn’t like you could go to the booster’s table at the games to buy one. These were coveted, and I’d dreamed of the day I’d get Brock’s.

  “What?” he stared at me as I felt the tears well. My hand lifted to run over the worn cotton, and it trembled as it drifted down my chest and stomach. It had been washed so many times that the lettering was faded and there were a few small frays on the sleeves, but it was his football shirt and that was all that mattered.

  “Nothing,” I whispered. “It’s just,” I paused, trying to come up with the words and not sound totally dorky. We were adults now, and I was acting like my prepubescent self. “This is your football shirt. I can’t believe you still have it,” I continued to caress it reverently.

  “I had a couple. That one’s my favorite,” he shrugged. “You can have it if you like it so much,” he smirked.

  “You don’t understand,” I stared at him. “I used to imagine you giving me this. It’s stupid,” I mumbled as I let my chin drop.

  “Come here,” he tugged me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You are a lot of things, Emma Sutter, but stupid is not one of them.”

  “I love you,” the words tumbled out without any thought as I leaned down and placed my forehead against his.

  “I love you too, and that’s what last night was. I loved you, and I thought you were going to be taken away from me, and that thought nearly killed me. Being away from you this fall is going to do me in. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to survive it,” he murmured.

  “I know,” I hugged him tighter. “We can do it. If you’re committed to trying the long distance thing, then I am too.”

  “I am,” he pressed his lips to me, “but right now I’m thinking we can fix this distance,” he motioned between us before he yanked me onto the bed, and turned, tossing me onto my back. “Much better,” he murmured before covering me with his body.

  Chapter 19

  Emma

  It took my mom calling me to get me to come home. I’d been at Brock’s all day, and had been waiting for one of them to send a text or call telling me to come home. I only had a week before I had to go back to school, and I’d pretty much shut them out for most of the summer. Mom had said something to the extent of ‘we miss you and you’re leaving Monday’. That did it for me, and now I was trying to figure out how I could split my time between Brock and my family. I wanted to be with both of them, but Dad had been clear when he said he didn’t want to watch the two of us all over each other.

  “I can’t play hooky tomorrow too, so I’ll call you when I get home. Maybe we can do dinner and movie?” Brock smiled as he pulled into my driveway.

  “Sure,” I nodded as I stared at the house. I knew they weren’t going to be mad at me, but I still had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t explain it, and I had no idea why it was there.

  “I love you,” Brock murmured before he gripped my chin, turning me to face him. “I’ll call ya later.” He brushed his lips over mine in a sweet kiss before pulling away and smiling.

  “Love you too,” I grinned as I opened the car door and climbed out. He waited until I got up to the front door before he began to pull away, and I watched until his car was out of sight.

  “It’s about time you came home,” Dad was grabbing a beer from the fridge when I came in.

  “You said you didn’t wanna watch,” I shrugged. “I was trying to respect that.”

  “You’re right, I don’t. I also don’t want to think about what you’ve been doing all day,” he muttered as he twisted the cap off his beer and tossed it in the trash.

  “I know what she’s been doing all day,” Ryan piped up as he tore open the slider and came striding inside. Leave it to my brother to butt in at the most wonderful times. I swear, it’s like he has radar or something.

  “Shut it, Ry!” I growled as I glared at him. He was always butting in. Ever since we were little it seemed like he tried to get me in trouble. I’ve kept my mouth shut for years never ratting him out, but he doesn’t ever return the favor.

  “You got something right here,” he swiped his finger across his neck as he grinned at me. His smirk widening as my face reddened. I’d forgotten about it, but Ryan pointing it out made the last hours of my day play back through my mind.

  Brock had nibbled and sucked on so many places on my body that I had marks from it. There was a light bite mark on my ass, one behind my ear, and a purple spot on my neck. I hadn’t had a hickie since high school, and I didn’t think to cover it up before I came home. It wasn’t like I could anyway.

  “How’s Jess?” I smirked as I thinned my lips at him. There Ry. How do you like that?

  “She’s fine,” he grumbled as he shook his head at me.

  “Fine, huh? I thought she’d be great after what I saw under the house the other day,” I mused. He hadn’t known that I’d seen him. I was jogging down the steps to get some beach chairs from the storage closet. When I reached the bottom step and turned to go under the house I saw them. He and Jess were locked together in a major makeout session. His hand was palming her ass and she had hers down the front of his trunks.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he swallowed. “Mind your own business.”

  “Un huh. Touché,” I tsked.

  “What are you two arguing about now?” Dad rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks.

  “Nothing,” we both muttered simultaneously.

  Ryan r
ushed down the hall, disappearing into his room and I just stood there as Dad stared.

  “What?” I crinkled my forehead.

  “Nothing,” he sighed. “I guess I just have to deal with this for seven more days,” he shook his head as he crossed the room and flopped down on the couch. Right about that time Mom came waltzing into the room. She was wearing a pair of track shorts I hadn’t seen in years and a bikini top. Now, my mom has always looked young for her age. She had me at twenty-six. I’d never really thought of my parents as old, but seeing her like this... we could be sisters. She wasn’t graying yet, and rarely wore makeup. Based on the way Dad was staring at her, I could tell he liked what he saw.

  “What are guys doing?” she smiled as she folded herself beside him on the couch. She tucked her legs under herself as she leaned into his side.

  “Talking,” Dad grumbled. “Our daughter is letting that guy mark her.”

  “That guy?” Mom scrunched her nose up as she leaned back to look into Dad’s eyes. She shifted on the couch to look at me before she turned back to Dad. “It’s a hickie, Nick,” she rolled her eyes. “Until a few days ago you had nothing but nice things to say about that guy,” she shook head as she playfully shoved him.

  “That was before he was doing things to her,” Dad grumbled.

  The more they sat there talking about Brock and I, the more uncomfortable I got. I didn’t like talking about sex with them. I didn’t like to talk about kissing with them. Now, they’re talking about it like it’s nothing.

  “Come and sit, Em,” Mom patted the spot beside her. I took a big breath and blew it out through my nose before shuffling around the furniture to face them. With a withering stare, I lowered myself onto the chair kitty-corner to where they were sitting. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to talk about this with you guys,” I whined.