by Alexa Riley
Although as panic settles into my chest, I realize that this might be the moment when it all blows up in my face.
The sound of her heels clicking her way to us is foreboding. I pray that my mom is alone, but when I see her walking into the kitchen, I realize my luck has run out.
12
Ella
Brooks’s whole body tenses. I try to turn around to see the woman who called him Brooky. It better not be that neighbor again. I might lose it this time. Now that I know Brooks is all mine I can stake my claim all I want. I also know he thinks that woman is bat-shit crazy and his lawyer was supposed to have handled all of it. I was all too happy about that. I don't want Brooks anywhere near her.
I’m not worried about her, though. I know Brooks only sees me. When we were out today most people knew who he was. Women openly stared at him, but he didn't even notice. All his attention was on me. In fact, he was the jealous one. Any guy who tried to even talk to me he either growled at or he barked at them to get away from me. I’d had to fight laughter most of the day because of it. Maybe I was wrong in finding it funny and adorable. The truth is that it made me feel wanted. As if he was scared someone might try to steal me away from him. My finger goes to the diamond ring on my finger. Both Brooks and I keep playing with it absently.
Brooks’s big body blocks my view of whoever it is that just walked in. “I brought Vick with me,” I hear her say.
“Fuck,” Brooks grits out, his voice irritated and angry.
When he looks at me I can’t read him, but I know something is wrong. He’s serious and looks somewhat panicked as he takes my face in his hands.
“I love you,” he tells me, catching me off guard. “Tell me you know that.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, unsure what the hell is going on.
“I love you,” he says again, right before his mouth lands on mine in a hard kiss.
It takes my breath away, but also takes away the chance for me to say it back to him. His hands dig into my hair and hold me captive as he devours me.
“Eleanor.” I freeze when I hear someone I don’t know say my proper name. No one calls me that except Brooks, and sometimes my mother.
Brooks pulls back from the kiss and looks into my eyes. “I love you,” he says again before stepping aside and letting me see who is in the room.
I start to smile when I see a tall older woman with the same eyes as Brooks standing there in white slacks and a deep blue shirt. Her blonde-gray hair is short and styled away from her face. She steps towards him and opens her arms.
My stomach drops when I see who is with her. The man who said my name.
“Vick?” The sound of his name is almost accusatory, but I don’t care. He looks as shocked to see me as I am to see him.
“You know my husband?” Brooks’s mom asks me with a smile on her face.
My eyes shoot to Brooks. “What?” I ask, needing him to fill in some blanks. I’m confused, and suddenly panic is beginning to rise in my chest.
“He’s not my father,” Brooks adds quickly. “My mother married him a short time ago.”
I feel a trace of relief that he isn't my freaking brother, but still that makes us…what? Brother and sister by marriage. Oh god, he’s my stepbrother? My mind is racing to keep up with what’s happening.
“You’re mine. My wife, the mother of my children,” Brooks rasps, and he closes the short distance between us.
As usual he clears out all thoughts in my mind just by his presence. I don’t know how he always knows what I’m thinking. It reassures me that we were made for each other. Two halves of a whole. It’s how we came together so fast.
“You’re married!” I hear my mom yell, and I close my eyes. Shit. “Vick?” I hear my mom say next. The question is clear in her voice. She’s probably wondering what the heck he’s doing here.
This is a mess. It’s way too messy for it to have happened all on its own. I look around to see everyone's staring at me. I turn my eyes to Brooks. It’s then I know the truth in my heart.
“You knew he was my father, didn't you?” He nods. “You don’t even have a pregnant sister, do you?” He shakes his head.
Even with discovering those two pieces of the puzzle, this still doesn't make any sense.
“Why?” I ask. “Why did you do all of this?”
“I knew Vick was a piece of shit the moment my mom came home with him,” Brooks says, and I see the honesty in his eyes.
“Brooks!” his mom yells, and my mom snorts with laughter.
“A piece of shit,” he says again with emphasis as he stares at his mom before turning his attention back to me. “I started digging into him to give my mother the hard evidence she was ignoring, and I found you: his daughter.” His hands come to my face, and he holds me so I can’t look away.
“You have a daughter?” Brooks’s mom shouts again, but this time at Vick. I ignore them. This is more drama than I’ve ever been in.
“I told you I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I set up that meeting and pretended I needed to hire you. Then there you were. You were in my office and I knew if I wanted to, I could get you into my home that very day.” He drops his forehead down to mine. “And I wanted that more than anything. I’d never felt so much all at once, Beautiful. You have to believe me. I was in love on the very spot and I didn’t want to chance losing you. Once I got you here I knew I never wanted you to leave. I was worried that when you would find out about my lies you’d try to leave me.” His voice is thick with emotion.
He’s gone so far to get me. Maybe he did it the wrong way, but I know he would always do whatever he could to have me by his side. To make me happy and keep me safe. It’s written all over his face right now. He loves me with every inch of his heart. If I thought for a second that he didn’t, then I wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. But I’ve known somewhere in my soul from the moment we met that this thing between us is the real deal.
“Maybe we should go.” I glance over to see my mom standing right next to us. Brooks pulls back and looks at her.
“I’m in love with your daughter. If you give me a chance, I’ll prove that,” he tells her.
My mom smiles at him, then reaches out and places her hand on his arm.
“All right. I’ll be back again tomorrow. Let’s try to do dinner again.” She gives his arm a small squeeze before turning to look at me. “Call me tomorrow,” she says, kissing me on the cheek. “Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. I give no shits about Vick. I got you because of him, so it’s hard to hate him,” she whispers in my ear. “But Brooks is right, he’s a piece of shit.”
I fight a smile. She didn't have to tell me that. My mom always wants what’s best for me and whatever makes me happy.
My mom walks over to Brooks’s mom and introduces herself as she completely ignores Vick. Brooks’s mom looks like she wants to murder Vick. I’m guessing like all the women in his life, he hasn't been honest with her either.
My mom gives me one last smile before she leaves, and then Brooks wraps his arms around me.
I glance over to see Brooks’s mom and Vick, who seem to be in a whisper argument that’s getting hotter by the second. I can’t hear what they’re saying from over here, but Vick’s face grows hard and I have a feeling things are about to change between them.
13
Brooks
“Are you okay to handle this, Mom?” I ask as I step away from Ella and stand in front of her. I want to make sure she’s protected from anything he might try. Just keeping them apart in general is a good idea.
“Yes,” she says and squares her shoulders.
She might make poor decisions, but she’s a tough little bird. I watch as she pulls out her cellphone and types out something on it.
“You can get your things from the house. My security will make sure you’re not taking anything that doesn’t belong to you. And my attorney is going to file for an annulment.” She looks up and gives Vick a death glare.
“You’d be smart not to fight it, or I’ll drag your ass through court until you’ve got nothing left.”
“He’s already got nothing,” I say, and Vick narrows his eyes at me.
For a second he looks like he’s going to challenge me, but then he looks beyond me and his eyes soften. I can see his wheels already beginning to turn. If he can’t get a hold of my mom’s fortune, maybe he can somehow weasel his way into Ella’s life and get at mine.
“Eleanor, darling—” he starts, but she steps out around me and cuts him off.
“You don’t get to say my name. You don’t get to know anything about me. You gave up that right the day you told my mother to get rid of me. Then you continued to make that choice with every moment that passed from them to now. You made your decision to live your life the way you wanted, and that’s okay by me. But I made the decision to live without you, and I’m not going back on that. Ever.”
I place my hand at Ella’s back, offering support. This is her decision, but I won’t allow a leech to be in her life and take all that is good and pure out of her.
“I love Brooks,” she says, and I feel my chest grow with pride. She turns to look me in the eyes and smiles. “I do. I love you so much. You’re the one.”
It’s so simple and so perfect.
“I love you, too,” I say as she smiles softly at me.
“Brooks keeps telling me that this is our house, the home where we’re going to raise our children. With no disrespect to you, Mrs. Renshaw,” she says and nods to my mother. “I’d like you to leave my house, Vick, and I’d like you to never come back.”
He looks like he might have something to say back to her, but instead he throws up his hands and mumbles curses as he leaves.
“I’ll be in touch,” my mom says as she comes over and kisses me on the cheek. “And I’ll be here tomorrow for dinner, too. By myself. I think we need a chance to meet properly.”
“I’d like that,” Ella says and hugs her back.
I text my security to follow her home. I know she has her own, but it doesn’t hurt to have a few backups for people like Vick. I’m not worried, though. Between her and the entourage she has in her house, she’s got this handled. And honestly, she needs to get her own ass out of this situation. I warned her about Vegas.
When the front door closes, I turn to Ella. “Sorry, Beautiful.”
“Sorry for wha—” She squeals as I grab her up in my arms and throw her over my shoulder.
I stomp through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. “I’m sorry you’re going to have to wait on dinner. You and I have got some celebrating to do. And I don’t plan on using words to do it.”
“Why are we celebrating?” She giggles as she slaps my ass.
I slap her back and she wiggles on my shoulder.
“For a second I thought my whole world was crumbling down around me. Now that I know it’s not, I want to celebrate. And in order to do that, I need my cock ten inches deep in your tight little pussy while I get you pregnant.”
This time when she wiggles on my shoulder, I know it’s not her being playful. When I toss her on the bed and her legs automatically spread, I give her a wicked smile. God, I love breeding her.
Epilogue
Brooks
One year later…
“He’s so strong,” she says as she holds our baby boy.
He’s got his hand wrapped around her finger, and I know the feeling. I’m wrapped just as tight for her, too. There’s nothing in the world my beautiful bride could ask for that I wouldn’t provide.
Our son a few months old now, and he is the light of our lives. I was right when I thought I got her pregnant on the first try. Her body was ripe and ready from the beginning, and now we’ve already got another on the way. We didn’t waste any time after she was cleared, and it happened right away. I can’t keep my cock out of her, and she can’t stay off of it. It’s really a dangerous combination.
“I’m going to put him to bed,” she says, carrying him to the crib and placing him inside it. She turns on his sound machine and the baby monitor.
I walk over to where she’s standing by the crib and move behind her. I place one hand on her growing belly and the other down her panties. I don’t do anything, I just like to cup her pussy and feel it against my palm.
“He’s getting so big,” I whisper and kiss her neck.
Her ass moves against my cock and I know she wants it. But this moment is so sweet, I’m not ready for it to end.
My son is strong and healthy, and my wife is pregnant with our second boy. She’s so fertile and horny that it makes me hard every hour of the day. I’m constantly fighting myself not to drink all her milk and let her sleep through the night.
My finger slips between her lips and I feel the wetness there. “Two boys ten months apart.” I smile and nibble my way up her neck. “What are we going to do?” I rub her clit a little, going slow. We’re in no rush.
“It’s crazy, but so are we,” she says as she leans back and looks up at me. “Take me to bed.”
I pull my fingers out from her panties and lick them as we leave the nursery and go to our bedroom. Once inside, she strips off and lies in the middle of the bed, just how I like. Her body is bare and her legs are spread, and she’s welcoming me like a king coming back from battle.
I climb on top of her and slip the tip of my cock into her wet folds and just rub it there. I don’t enter her yet, because I want my taste first. I kiss my way down her chest and to her milky tits as a drop of the sweet cream rolls down and I lick it up. It’s sweeter now that she’s pregnant, and I can’t get enough. I rub her nipple across my lips and then I nuzzle her there before I move to the other one.
“You’re so fucking full and tight. I know when I fuck you, I’m going to watch those creamy drops come out with every thrust.”
She moans and her pussy tightens around the tip. The thought makes my dick throb and I can’t wait anymore. I have to slide into her wetness. She’s still so tight that it squeezes my cock to the point of pain, but I ignore it as I take her hard. I keep thinking that if I cum in her enough, the one baby will turn into twins. A man can dream, right?
I grab her ass and lean back so I’m not crushing the baby. And this way, I can rub her pussy while I’m inside her. Sometimes I still like to call her my baby sister when we’re fucking and whisper all the nasty things I would have done to her if we were teenagers together. She loves dirty talk just as much as I do, and something about the taboo of being semi-related is a turn-on.
Our lives are perfect and though we may have started out a little less conventional than most, I wouldn’t change a thing. I want to spend every second of every day making her and our children smile. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
“I love you, Beautiful.”
Her thighs widen as she rubs my chest and kisses me. “I love you, too.”
Her body responds like it always does, and I feel her orgasm coming. I tease her just enough to have her all worked up so that when she cums on my dick she covers me in cream. I press my chest to hers as the climax rolls over her, and I can feel the warm liquid of her milk on me. The smell and feel of it are more than I can take and I thrust deep, cumming in her as hard as I can. Pulses of cum coat her womb, and I feel her pussy trying to take it all.
I roll us over so she’s laid across my chest, and I hold her to me. There’s nothing in the world I love more than falling asleep with her pussy wrapped around my cock. Our son is still little, so when he cries at night, I’m the one who gets up and feeds him. So I cherish these moments with Ella while I can.
“Go ahead and sleep, beautiful,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m already dreaming,” she replies, and I smile as we drift off.
Epilogue
Ella
Ten years later….
“You’re not allowed to cry at the happiest place on earth,” Brooks says to our little girl.
He’s
trying to act tough, but I know he’s about to give her the Minnie Mouse she’s asking for. Our daughter is the youngest of seven kids. And the only girl. I wanted a little girl, but Brooks kept giving me boys. Finally, when we had her, I said we were done. I was surprised that Brooks went along with it so well, but he always gives me what I want, no questions asked.
I watch as Brooks pays for the Minnie and tells our daughter that she’s not getting any more for the rest of the day. I look over to her brothers who are all waiting by the door. Each of them is carrying the Minnies she’s already gotten today. But every store we go by she asks for a new one, and none of them can tell her no. I just roll my eyes and laugh. She’s so spoiled but so protected as well. If her father wasn’t going to be bad enough, having six older brothers to watch out for you is like having your own personal army. But they all dote on her as they carry around her pink stuffed animals and ride all the rides she wants to. Thank god, because if I have to ride the teacups one more time, I might pull my hair out. But they’re all so patient with her.
I’m so thankful our moms and our kids are able to be here together. When I first mentioned that I wanted to come to Disney for vacation, some of the older boys griped, but then they closed up quick after one look from Brooks. He does his best to keep them straight, but I know they’d all do anything I wanted.
I watch as our moms join all seven kids in line for the next ride. The two of them are having almost as much fun as the kids. I was worried about them keeping up, but while the kids are getting tired and trying to go to bed, the moms are dragging them back out for more. Thankfully Brooks’s mom kicked Vick to the curb long ago, and we haven't heard from him since. She’s been dating a physical therapist that my mom set her up with for the past couple of years and seems to be really happy. I sometimes wish my own mom would date, but she says she can’t find the time. I personally think she has a friends-with-benefits situation with another doctor in her practice, but she’ll never admit it to me. As long as she’s happy. That’s all that matters.