Inseparable Bond

by Reese Spenser

  “It’s my fault. Aunt Khadean told me weeks ago that I had two new cousins. I was busy and just assumed that she meant one of my cousins had babies. I didn’t think much of it and hadn’t spoken to her since.”

  Lucian raises his glass of wine. “I’d like to make a toast.” We all follow suit lifting our glasses. “To family and friends and the everlasting bond that binds them.”

  Over the next couple of hours Marcus and Reagan share stories of their childhood with me. A lot of Marcus’ memories included Lucian and their best friend Jake. It seems that they all attended the same pre-school and became fast friends from day one. Reagan admits that she was much of a loner growing up even though she had Reade. He didn’t take kindly to her wanting him to be her sister. By the end of the night I felt guilty because I hadn’t shared much about myself. On the bright side, I’m going to be an aunt soon. Reade and his wife Hannah are expecting their first child, a boy. Even as we celebrated the happy news, Lucian eyes held a hint of sadness. I can’t imagine what it feels like to lose a child. There’s a deep emptiness that seems to swallow him whole sometimes. All I can do is be there for him.

  Lucian and I walk Reagan and Marcus to the elevator. Marcus pulls me into his arms, hugging me tight.

  “Don’t forget we have a lunch date on Wednesday,” he says, releasing me. Then he gives Lucian a man hug, slapping him on the back. “Good night you two.” He steps into the elevator and waits for Reagan.

  I’m not prepared for the first time I embrace my sister. And neither is she. We hold each other for what seems like a long time before speaking.

  “This isn’t a goodbye,” Reagan whispers as her voice chokes up. “I’ll see you Monday morning.” She releases me and steps into the elevator next to Marcus. Before the door of the elevator slides shut, Reagan lifts her hand in a small wave. And then they are gone.

  Chapter 4

  Lucian

  Avery and I make our way back to the dining room after Marcus and Reagan have gone. Clearing the table, we work together in silence, allowing Avery time to get a handle on her emotions. I know tonight has taken a toll on her. Even though she didn’t share her past with Marcus and Reagan tonight, I know it’s on her mind. As we load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and make the dining room and kitchen spotless again, I observe her closely. When we’re done we lock up and head to our bedroom.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Overwhelmed, but in a good way. Hearing their stories made me feel like I was a part of them. But I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to share so much of my past with them.”

  “Marcus and Reagan did share a lot with you tonight. And I know for a fact that they didn’t tell you everything there is to know about themselves. How could they? Getting to know someone takes time, more than an evening of conversation over dinner. So, don’t feel like you have to tell them anymore than you’re ready to. And if you’re never ready, that’s okay too.”

  Avery sighs, visibly relaxing. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

  I tilt my head up, as if deep in thought, considering her question. Truth be told I remember every time she’s said those words to me. The memory of a breathless Avery chanting I love you this morning, as I brought her to her third orgasm, pops up. Bringing my cock along for the ride.

  “No,” I tease. “I don’t recall hearing those words today.”

  She steps to me, her gaze never leaving mine. I inhale deeply, taking in the sensual fragrance of her lavender scented skin. Rising on her tiptoes, Avery’s soft lips whispers against mine. “Your body tells a different story.” Sliding her hand down to the crotch of my jeans, she strokes my cock.

  I moan, and she swallows the sound, covering my mouth with hers. Avery’s hand works to free my cock, as her tongue enters my mouth. We kiss leisurely with long licks, taking our time to taste and savor each other.

  My knees go weak when Avery’s hand tightens around my dick, stroking me hard. Gliding her thumb over the head of my cock she wipes away the pre-cum. I groan when she releases me, missing the feel of her hand wrapped around my length. And when she lifts her thumb to her mouth, sucking it, my cock twitches. I pull her against my erection, communicating my need. Avery wraps her arms around my neck, and my hands go to her ass. Lifting her, Avery wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to our bed.

  I step out of my loafers before lying her on her back, and I plant myself between her legs. She grinds the moist silk, covering her sweet wet pussy against my cock. But that just isn’t enough. Avery moans when she hears the sound of her panties being torn from her hips.

  I stare into her eyes, searching for any sign of fear. Avery’s heated hazel gaze meets mine and her smile is wickedly sexy. “I love you, Lucian. Now make me sing.”

  I fucking love hearing her say those words. And when she sings them for me in that breathy tone during an orgasm, they are the sexiest fucking lyrics I will ever hear.

  Pushing my jeans down past my hips, Avery arches her back and cries out when I penetrate her. I practically growl when her warm wet pussy clenches around my cock, drawing me in deeper. It blows my fucking mind how good she feels every goddamn time. To know that this pussy is mine, that she is mine, feels unfuckingbeliavable.

  Avery wiggles her hips, urging me to move.

  So, I do. Hammering deep into her wet pussy, I hit her sweet spot again and again, marking my claim. With every thrust I push her closer to her release, until she’s teetering on the edge. Controlling when she falls, I pull out slowly and slam back into her. She starts chanting my name and its music to my ears.

  I slide my hand between us and flick her swollen nub with my finger. Avery cries out. The extra stimulation is all she needs to denotate around me. Her pussy squeezing my cock is the trigger for my own explosion. I unload my seed, pulse after pulse inside her.

  My forehead rests on Avery’s as we suck in much needed oxygen. Slowly our breathing returns to normal and her eyes open to meet mine. “Can we do that again, naked?” she murmurs.

  I withdraw my semi-deflated cock and pull Avery up with me until we’re both standing. I chuckle when Avery moans.

  “Undress me, Rose Petal,” I command

  Avery’s eager fingers work swiftly unbuttoning my shirt. She pushes my jeans down to my ankles and I step out them. With my clothes piled on the floor, I step back. Avery follows my every move as I take a seat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes go wide with pleasure watching me stroke my cock. Watching it grow long and hard again. Without having to say another word, she begins to undress slowly, tempting me as I tempt her.

  Fully naked, she stands before me unashamed, pupils dilated, nipples hard, and legs spread apart with my seed trailing down her thigh.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I’m entranced by her and completely at her mercy. “I like seeing my come leak from you.”

  “I like seeing you covered in mine.” The heat in her voice causes my cock to twitch in response.

  I sit further back into the bed “Come here, Rose Petal. Sit on my lap and cover me with your sweetness.”

  Avery wastes no time straddling me. I grip her hips, lowering her down onto my cock. She gasps as she stretches and molds around me. I bottom out and she starts to move. Up and down, impaling her sweet pussy onto my cock over and over. When her forehead rest on mine, I lift my mouth to hers.

  “You feel so good,” she moans

  “You feel so fucking good, Rose Petal.”

  I kiss Avery deeply as she fucks me. My balls tingle and the need for release become a palpable ache. But I won’t explode without her.

  Avery breaks our kiss. Moaning, she says, “I’m close, so close, Lucian.”

  I thank the patron saint of great fucks.

  Avery’s breathing becomes spotty as she moves faster, bouncing up and down on my cock, chasing her release. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she stiffens, then screams as her head falls back. Her pussy tightens around my dick and I fall over the edge with her. I g
rowl fiercely as my semen shoots from my body into hers. Gripping her hips, I hold her down as I fill her with my seed. Exhausted, my arms wrap around her and I fall back onto the bed with my cock still buried inside her.

  FOR AS LONG AS I CAN remember, my mother and I have had brunch together nearly every Sunday. It was something I didn’t feel the need to share with my deceased wife, Camille. It was something special just for my mom and me. But the more I fall in love with Avery, the more I want to share with her. I want her in every facet of my life. And that’s why I’m starting a new tradition, one that includes the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with.

  I climb out of bed, and after a quick shower I make my way to the kitchen to tackle preparing a gourmet brunch for Avery. Armed with the recipes Olivia emailed me, I get to work.

  How hard could it be to make Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon, covered with homemade Dill Hollandaise sauce? The recipe suggests substituting the English muffin for toasted ciabatta bread or French baguette. I’m going with the toasted French baguette. Having sampled Olivia’s cooking, I know her recipes will be a success if I can properly execute them. She even included photos for presentation purposes.

  I planned this a few days ago, so I know exactly what I need to pull this off. All fresh organic ingredients were delivered this morning. I don my kiss the cook apron and start cooking.

  An hour later I’m plating the food. Eggs Benedict, baby spinach salad, garlic fried potatoes, sliced fresh fruit, and Mimosa. I add it to a tray, along with a single red rose in full bloom, and carry it to Avery.

  When I enter our bedroom, Avery is awake and sitting up with her back resting against the headboard.

  “Good morning beautiful.”

  “Good morning.” She smiles, lowering her eyes slightly. “I got your note,” she says, holding up the Post-It I left on my pillow for her.

  “I didn’t want to risk ruining your surprise,” I explain.

  “I must admit, when I read your note, the hunger I felt had nothing to do with food.”

  Recalling the note, ‘stay in bed, wait for me to take care of you,’ I say, “I’m here to satisfy all your appetites.”

  “Starting with breakfast in bed,” she acknowledges.

  Setting the tray before her, I place a soft kiss on her lips. “For starters, yes.”

  “What’s the occasion? Are we celebrating something?

  “Do we need an occasion to celebrate us?”

  “Every day with you is a gift. But you don’t serve me breakfast in bed every day.”

  “I think it’s time we start a Sunday tradition of our own.”

  Avery raises her eyebrows at me in question. But she doesn’t voice her query. Instead, she nods, waiting for me to elaborate.

  “I want us to claim one day a week for us. A day where we shut out the world and concentrate on each other. And it starts today and every Sunday hereafter.”

  “What about your Sunday brunch with your mother? She’s traveling now, but when she returns I’m sure she’ll want to resume that tradition.”

  “My mother will understand.”

  “I don’t want to be the reason you disappoint your mom.”

  “You won’t be, now eat up before your food gets cold.”

  “We need to...”

  I cut her off. “Eat, Avery.”

  She gives me a look that says, ‘we’re not done talking about this’ before bringing a bite of the Eggs Benedict to her mouth.

  “Mmmm,” she moans as she pulls the fork from her mouth. “This is delicious.”

  My mind immediately imagines her mouth humming around my cock.

  “You made this?”

  “I did.”

  Avery takes another mouthful, humming her appreciation. And my pride as well as my cock swells. I’ve become pretty good at preparing my go to breakfast, omelet, toast, and bacon for her. Today I want to give her more to mark the start of something new.

  “You’re not going to join me?”

  “I had a breakfast smoothie.”

  She pouts and places the fork down. “How can I enjoy this, if you’re not sharing it with me?”

  “I did this for you, Sweetness.”

  Avery pats the bed and I take a seat. She lifts the fork to my mouth, offering the Eggs Benedict to me. “A celebration of us, means you and me, Lucian. Now, eat up before it gets cold.”

  I smile when she throws a variation of my words back at me.

  We share the meal, with Avery feeding me from her plate. I love the intimacy of the act. I love hearing her small intake of breath each time she offers me a piece of fruit and my lips brush her fingertips. And my cock twitches when Avery sucks my fingers into her mouth, as I feed her the last slice of strawberry.

  “Are you still hungry, Miss West?”

  Avery releases my fingers, before chewing and swallowing the fruit. “Extremely, Mr. Thorne.”

  Standing, I pick up the tray. Avery reaches for the slender vase holding the rose. I place it on her bedside table. “Then I’ll just have to find another way to satiate your appetite.” I leave the room before she has a chance to respond.

  When I return to our bedroom, Avery is in the bathroom brushing her teeth. I turn on the water to fill the tub. Adding her signature lavender scent, I go about creating a spa-like setting. Candles and music completes the ambiance.

  “What are you up to?” Avery comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around me.

  Turning to face her, I untie her bathrobe. “I’m going to give you a bath.”

  “You’re trying to spoil me?”

  “Pamper you sounds better,” I clarify

  She smiles and allows me my indulgence. When I have her fully naked I lead her to the bath. I devest myself of the T-shirt and sweatpants I’m wearing and step into the tub behind her. She leans against my chest, moaning when I rub a textured sponge over her pebbled nipples and down her flat belly. I kiss her exposed neck and whisper words of seduction in her ear.

  “Will you tell me what you intend to do about your Sunday brunch with your mom once she returns from Europe?”

  “I really don’t want to discuss my mother while I have you naked in our bath.”

  Avery giggles and I nip her earlobe. “What would you rather discuss?”

  “We can talk about how your wet naked body feels against mine.”

  “How does it feel?”

  “It’s pure fucking bliss.”

  “You just made my lady parts extremely happy.”

  I can’t hold back the laughter that erupts from my chest, or the lust I feel when she purrs, “See for yourself.” My cock throbs against her ass, aching at the invitation.

  My hand slides between her thighs. She lifts her hips slightly when my fingers find its target. I sink two fingers into her tight little cunt and she moans with pleasure.

  “I love that sound.” Knowing that my touch pleases her is the greatest fucking ego boost I will ever have.

  Avery turns her head, lifting her chin. “I love you,” she says, brushing her lips against mine.

  The kiss soft and innocent until my tongue taste hers. My wet hand holds the back of her head, keeping her in place. The more I demand, the more she gives, surrendering to my desire. When I break the kiss, she’s breathless, her lips are swollen, and her dilated pupils are dark with desire.

  I take my time drying Avery’s body and wrapping her in a heated towel. And after I’ve brushed her hair, I lead her back to the bedroom.

  “Do you trust me, lucky?”

  “I do. You know that I do.”

  Avery releases my hand as she walks over to her bedside table. I watch her retrieve something from inside the drawer. Turning to face me with her hand behind her back, her voice is barely a whisper when she says, “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

  “You do. I’m addicted to you.”

  She lowers her eyes to the floor and that’s when I notice the lube in her hand.

  “I want every part
of you. I want to savor you with my mouth, taste you on my tongue, and explore you with my fingers.”

  My eyebrow raises in curiosity and my cock twitches with need. And although I know what she’s asking, I want to hear her say the words.

  “What are you saying, Rose Petal?”

  “I want to be inside you. I get so wet just thinking about it.” This time she meets my gaze. I see the desire burning hot in her hazel irises.

  Avery tosses the lube on the bed and drops her towel before stepping to me. She stands before me naked and I breathe her in. When she doesn’t make a move to touch me, I know she’s waiting for my answer. Lifting Avery in my arms, I carry her to the bed.

  I’ve never been the recipient of anal play. No woman has ever tried or asked to pleasure me that way. And I’m self-ware enough to know that anal play in this context is about pleasure not sexuality preference. I know how much I enjoy giving that pleasure to Avery and if she wants to give that to me, my body is hers.

  Lying on my back, Avery straddles me. My hands come up to fist her hair. She leans forward pressing her breast against my chest. My lips find hers, crushing them in a heated kiss. Avery moans in my mouth as she rubs against my cock, coating me with her essence. My cock grows harder pressed between her warm wet folds.

  When Avery’s lips brush against my ear, she whispers, “Let me have you.” The same words I said to her the first time we made love. And just like then I repeat her answer.

  “Yes.”

  Her lips glide down my neck, kissing my chest and licking and sucking my nipples. I groan as her teeth rake across my abs, scoring a trail straight to my erection. My back arches when she licks the pre-cum from the head of my throbbing cock. Placing her hand on the stomach, she urges me to lie flat. I comply, eager to have her mouth on me again. Her tongue slides down the length of my shaft and my balls ache with anticipation.

  I’m in heaven when Avery’s lips wrap around my cock. Then her fingertip presses against the pucker of my ass, seeking entrance, and my entire body tenses. She sucks my cock hard and fast and strokes my balls as her finger gently pushes into my ass. I groan in both pain and pleasure. She fucks my ass slowly, allowing me to become accustomed to the invasion. I feel myself relaxing and enjoy the sensation. And when she plunges deeper, massaging my prostate, I find myself spreading my legs wider for her. Avery bombards me with pleasure, hitting the spot inside me over and over. I fucking growl, my body arching and writhing against the onslaught of sensations. “Fuck me,” I groan, lifting my hips, demanding more.