Because I Love You

by Amy Brent

  “That’s a good dress,” he said.

  “I thought so, too.”

  “And it looks fabulous on you.”

  “Thanks,” I said with a smile.

  “But everything looks good on you. Perks of being the sexiest model on the planet.”

  “Oh stop it. Hush that nonsense.”

  “It’s not nonsense. The entire world is beginning to notice, Jessi. You’re picking up steam not just because of how you look but because of the message you preach. You’ve always been beautiful to me. You’ve always been the most beautiful to me.”

  I lost myself in his eyes as I leaned into his strong body.

  “Would the two of you like to order?” the waitress asked.

  The two of us sat down and placed our orders, then Chris got to talking about his reality television show project. He walked me through some of the choreography and how the television show was going to work. The numbers he would need to choreograph and how he would have to constantly be on-call once the show launched into its top twenty concept.

  “It sounds like a really good opportunity,” I said.

  “If it takes off, it could become the platform I use to bounce into what I really want to do. Which is work with the elites of the celebrity world and pair them with dancers who have talent. Not just pretty faces.”

  “When does the show launch?” I asked.

  “They’re winding down auditions now, then I’ll be needed a lot for group choreography to help whittle people down. The show itself won’t launch for another couple of months, but I’ll be on-call regularly within the next three weeks or so.”

  “Will you have a set schedule? Or will it be a ‘come as you’re called’ sort of thing?” I asked.

  “From my understanding, it’ll be ‘come as I’m called.’ I’ve already filmed the choreography for the opening credits for the show and been paid for that. Now it’s a matter of getting the chosen dancers into L.A. and getting them under one roof so me and some other choreographers can help the judges pick who will go to through to all of these next rounds or whatever.”

  “Sounds rigorous.”

  “It is. But it’s exciting at the same time. Dancers live for this kind of thing,” he said.

  Our food arrived, but it grew cold as we continued to talk. We ended up taking everything to-go and headed back to my place. I was feeling really good about things. The air had been cleared, secrets had been revealed, and we somehow ended up in a better place than we were to begin with. I held his hand as we walked up the steps to my apartment and his hands fell to my hips as I unlocked the door.

  “Ready to go see our son?” I asked.

  His lips fell against my neck as a shiver cascaded down my spine.

  “Always,” he said.

  Chapter 38

  Christopher

  Jessi closed out with the nanny and I took Caleb to go give him a bath. I was surprised at how she allowed me to take the reins. I figured she would be hovering over me and instructing me on what to do, but she was surprisingly lenient on what I was doing.

  I cleaned Caleb off in the bath then dried him off with a towel. The smile on his face was massive and he kept trying to swat at my nose. I bent forward and gave him a kiss, marveling in how soft his skin felt.

  My son.

  I was kissing my son.

  Taking him into the nursery as dishes were clinking in the kitchen. I figured Jessi was probably cleaning up, so I took it upon myself to figure out how to put Caleb in the colorful diapers Jessi used. It took me a few tries to get him into one, but I finally succeeded.

  With a little help from YouTube.

  I picked out some warm pajamas for Caleb and decided to sit in the rocking chair with him for a little bit. I wanted to hold my son against me. I wanted to look into his eyes and reassure him that I was always going to be here and that the last nine months of his life wasn’t like me. I was going to be there for him and cheer him on in whatever he decided to do with his life.

  Looking up after a little while, I found Jessi leaning against the doorway. She was watching me rock our son to sleep, soft snores falling from his lips. She pushed off the frame of the door and walked towards me, her hips swaying and her lips smiling.

  “Here, I’ll put him in his crib,” she said.

  She took Caleb from my arms and I watched how she settled him down. The tenderness she had in her touch and the way she seemed to gracefully slip out of the room. I shut the door behind me and followed her across the hall into her room where I found her perched on the edge of her bed.

  I closed the door behind me before I turned around to take her all in.

  There she was, in all her beautiful splendor, with her thick hips and her luscious thighs and her beautiful breasts. The body of the woman that had carried my child encased the soul of the woman I had come to love. The woman I had always loved. I sat down beside her on the bed and took her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss.

  “I was surprised you didn’t walk me through Caleb’s nighttime routine,” I said.

  “It’s important for him to have a routine with Daddy.”

  “You want me to set my own routine with him?” I asked.

  “Yeah. All parents have a specific routine with their child. I’ve got mine with Caleb, and he knows what’s coming when it’s me. Marcia has one with him, and he knows what’s coming when it’s her. Now you need a routine with him, so he knows what’s coming when he’s with you.”

  “So you’re okay with this so far?” I asked.

  “Are you?” she asked.

  Her eyes danced between mine before they fell to my lips. I rose my hand up to cup her cheek, feeling her soft skin beneath my hands. I guided her lips to mine and felt her press into me. I felt her hand fall to my thigh as she tried to lean in closer.

  “I’m more than okay,” I said.

  I leaned her back onto the bed and her legs spread for me. Just as they always had, and just as they always would. Her hands ran up and down my back, massaging me and curling into my skin as my hand crept up her bare thigh. She was a beautiful woman. An entrancing woman. A woman I couldn’t get enough of. From those days of pining over her while at their house with Justin all the way until now, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind.

  I was never letting this woman go, no matter what was thrown our way.

  My lips kissed down her cheek. Her neck. Her breasts. I laced our fingers together and pinned her wrists to the bed. I peeled her dress off her body, tossing it off to the side before I rid her of her other clothes.

  Then I slid mine off my body. Slowly. Torturously. While watching Jessi lick her lips.

  I knelt onto her bed and I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my thigh. I pressed her down onto the bed, her hands meandering over my torso. She was taking in the divots of my muscles, watching as my skin twitched at her touch.

  Her eyes were darkened with a hazy lust as I took her hands within mine.

  I pinned them above her head and settled between her legs. I drew one of her nipples between my lips as she squirmed against me. Her hips rolled and her body bucked. Her legs were wrapping around me and trying to pull me into her.

  But I released her hands just long enough to wrap my arms underneath her legs before threading our fingers together again.

  I had her pinned. Her hands couldn’t touch me and her legs couldn’t provide leverage to buck. I rose up onto my knees as her feet were tossed over my shoulders. My cock sat at her entrance, teasing her with its swollen warmth as she panted.

  “Please, Chris. I need you.”

  “Oh sweet girl. What have I told you about patience?” I asked.

  I slid into her, groaning with every inch. Her body shook for me. Throbbed around me as I sank into her juicy pussy. I watched myself inch all the way in, her arousal slicking my cock. It glistened as I pulled back out, the white streaks giving away how much she wanted me.

  How much Jessi wanted my cock inside of her.
r />   Slowly, I slid back into her. I pulled shivers from her body as her legs locked around my neck. She was trying anything she could. Anything to gain some semblance of control.

  But it wasn’t hers to have tonight.

  It wasn’t hers to have at all.

  I slowly bent her in half, then pinned her hands above her head. My lips hovered over hers as she panted, my body resting on the backs of her thighs. She was quaking. Her tits were puckered to peaks so painful her nipples were turning blue. My cock was sheathed within her warmth, her pussy throbbing in an attempt to pull me in deeper.

  “Such a greedy little body,” I said.

  “Please move. Please, Chris.”

  “So polite for me,” I said.

  I slowly slid back out before I slammed myself back in.

  I crashed my lips to hers, muffling her sounds so she wouldn’t wake Caleb. She arched into me, her teeth nibbling on my lower lip. I pounded into her, taking my time and feeling her pussy pulse around me. Her juices were dripping down my balls as they smacked her ass. I could feel her legs jolting every time my curls toggled her clit.

  She moaned into my lips with every stroke I took.

  I opened my eyes and found hers as I picked up the pace. I kept kissing her. Over and over again as our eyes stayed locked on each other. Faster and faster I went, her tits jumping against me as I slammed into her body. Our eyes never disconnected and her hands tightened around mine, her nails digging into my skin.

  “Chris. I—I love—Chris. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  Her body arched into mine as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her pussy clamped around my dick, causing my hips to stutter. I picked up the pace, dragging out her orgasm as I covered my mouth with hers. She groaned and whimpered into me, my throat swallowing her sounds down.

  I pinned her wrists further into the bed as her body gave itself over to me.

  Her back dropped to the bed, but I didn’t stop. I rolled deeply into her, feeling her shivering with every stroke I took. My cock was pulsing and my hips were stuttering. My toes were digging into the bed as my knees tried to find leverage. Her pussy was pulling me in. Jessi was pulling me in. My forehead fell into hers and our lips disconnected, and we began to breathe each other’s air.

  I was filled with her, and her with me. And there was nothing that could have physically separated us.

  “I love you, sweet girl. More than you could imagine.”

  I released her hands and gathered her up into my arms as her legs slid from my shoulders. Her arms wrapped around my neck as her body sank down onto my cock one last time. I fell back onto the bed, our bodies bouncing as I held her hips close to mine.

  I filled her body with my cum as her pussy hungrily swallowed it down.

  Her face burrowed into the crook of my neck as my arms cloaked her back. I was panting for air as sweat dripped down onto the bed. I kissed her shoulders and her neck. Her cheek and her lips. I pushed her hair back from her forehead so I could take a look at her hazy post-orgasmic stare.

  It was my favorite look in her eyes.

  I rolled her over to the side and her body nuzzled into me. Completely mine and completely submissive with a dash of sass from beginning to end. I tugged the covers up over our bodies to shield us from the cool air of her room.

  Then I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep with my cock still buried in her pussy.

  She was beautiful and she was soft. She was graceful and she was fierce. She was the mother of my child and the woman of my dreams, and she was mine.

  Jessi and Caleb were mine.

  And no one would ever rip me away from them again.

  Chapter 39

  Jessi

  I woke up the next morning tangled up in Chris’s arms. I could hear Caleb grunting in his crib, but I didn’t want to move. Chris was warm and inviting, and for the first time since I had seen him at that runway job I wanted to enjoy him. Rest against him. Fall into his body and not get up.

  But Caleb’s cries were growing and I wanted Chris to get some rest.

  I slid from the bed and grabbed my robe from the floor. I slipped on a pair of panties and tied a bow around my waist, then headed for Caleb’s crib. I picked up my crying son and carried him into the kitchen where I promptly got to work on his breakfast.

  A scrambled egg and applesauce.

  I was working on getting the coffee pot to work when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. A warm pair of lips descended to my neck and I giggled as Chris kissed me. He reached around me and grabbed a piece of toast that had popped up from the toaster, then he scooted a chair out from underneath the kitchen table.

  “Good morning, baby boy. How’d you sleep?”

  Caleb cooed at Chris and it warmed my heart.

  “I slept well, thank you for asking. What are you eating? Did Mommy fix you some eggs? Mmm, those look good. Does Mommy have any more eggs?”

  “Mommy can make more eggs,” I said with a grin. “How does Daddy like those eggs?”

  I looked back and watched my son smiling at Chris as he looked at me.

  “Anyway Momma can fix them is fine,” he said.

  I smiled at the stove as I began to cook breakfast for all of us. When the coffee was done, Chris got up and made me a mug to sit at my side. He sat back down beside Caleb and the two of them continued to talk back and forth. I saw Chris even help Caleb with a piece of egg that was being stubborn.

  It warmed my soul to watch him and his son together.

  “If you want to stick around today and spend some more time with Caleb, you can,” I said.

  “Would you be okay if I took Caleb to my place?” he asked.

  “I wouldn’t have a problem with that. Though I haven’t taken Caleb to the ocean or anything.”

  “What? You live right by it,” he said.

  “Well, a lot of factors go into it. People like to take photographs of me and I don’t want Caleb plastered around everywhere. Then there’s the sunblock and the sand. I was scared he would eat it and all sorts of crazy stuff.”

  “You never just took a chair and sat with him as the ocean tide came in?” he asked.

  “It never occurred to me to do so. I was so tired all the time and I was sleeping every chance I could get in the beginning.”

  “Well you won’t have that issue now. I want to be around to help out as much as I can.”

  “Then by all means, stay,” I said.

  The two of us ate breakfast and Chris continued to bond with Caleb. He took Caleb and cleaned him up after breakfast and then I packed us up to go to the beach. I made sure we all had sunblock and changes of clothing and plenty of snacks and drinks. Then I piled us all into my car and we drove over to the beachfront property where Chris lived.

  We set ourselves up on the sand and there weren’t as many people as I thought there would be. I put some sunblock on Caleb and put little floaties on his arms in case he became adventurous today. I watched Chris pick him up and take him towards the water. The two of them played in the puddles the ocean waves were leaving behind and my gut clenched. This was what had been missing between Caleb and I. A dynamic I couldn’t give him that he could only get with his father. Caleb was laughing up a storm as he kicked the water around, and Chris was there to watch him every step of the way.

  Seeing the two of them playing together like that brought tears to my eyes.

  “I think he’s ready for a snack,” Chris said.

  “Good thing I brought plenty,” I said. “You want some banana, buddy? Hmm?”

  But then I saw Caleb nuzzling into Chris’s shoulder.

  “I don’t think he’s hungry,” I said, with a grin. “I think he’s tired.”

  “Do you want to take him inside?”

  “Well, we’ve got an umbrella, and a light blanket. And our chairs lean back. He can sleep on me.”

  “Could—he sleep on me?” Chris asked.

  “Of course he can. Come sit down. I’ll dig t
he blanket out.”

  Chris got settled into his chair as Caleb fell asleep on his shoulder. I pulled out the thin blanket to cover Caleb with and handed it over to him. Our fingers touched and a shiver shot up my spine, and soon he was reclining back in his chair with our son in his arms.

  I took out my camera and captured a photo of it to keep on my laptop.

  “This okay?” Chris asked.

  “It’s perfect,” I said.

  “Do you like it here?” he asked.

  “I love it here. I can see why you purchased the beach house.”

  “Could you see Caleb out here more often?”

  “I told you. You can bring him out here whenever you want.”

  “What if he slept here?”

  “I mean, I think I would want to be with you. But as long as you had the space to set up a room for him, I don’t see why not,” I said.

  “What if you slept here, too?”

  I turned my eyes back to Chris as I furrowed my brow.

  “What are you asking?”

  “I’m saying—you and Caleb are smashed in an apartment and I have a beach house that is big enough for the three of us to live in. You rent month to month, I own this place. It’s got direct access to the beach and a wonderful view at night. Plenty of room to set up Caleb’s nursery and you’re still close to all of your photoshoot hotspots. Why don’t the two of you, you know, live here?”