Love Resurrected (Love in San Soloman Book 5)

by Denise Wells

  “Oh, god, Brad,” I say as it rushes over me. Wave after wave of euphoria. Stars explode behind my eyes as my body spasms uncontrollably. My arms and legs find purchase around his neck and hips as I pull him against me to ride it out.

  Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.

  I collapse back on the bed, spent.

  But Brad is just getting started. His mouth begins its descent down my chest to my abdomen. I gasp when his mouth meets my clit as he dives right in, no pretense.

  “Brad!”

  Jesus Christ, I’m going to come again.

  Oh God.

  “Brad, I—Ohmigod.” I buck my hips, hard. He wraps his good arm under my ass to lift me slightly, and the other lies flat over my abdomen to hold me still. His tongue takes turns plunging inside me and peppering my clit with attention. Within seconds, another orgasm washes over me. Brad moans in appreciation, devouring everything I have to offer.

  My body sinks into the bed, my muscles depleted. I can’t move.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” Brad says, sitting up.

  “No more. I can’t,” I tell him.

  “You can,” he says. He leans forward to give me a quick peck on the lips, then moves off the bed to remove his jeans. For this, I open my other eye. I want to openly admire all he offers, and this will be my first real chance to do so.

  I lick my lips as he unbuttons his jeans. He looks at me as he pushes them down his legs. “Oh, now I have your attention?”

  “You have my full attention,” I tell him, sitting up. His body is like a work of art. I can’t believe I get to have sex with it. With him. His cock springs forward, begging for my attention.

  “I need you,” I say.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  40

  Brad

  “Please.” Tenley moans.

  I move beside her on the bed, then pull her on top of me. “You good on top?”

  “So, good,” she moans.

  I help her straddle my waist, then watch as she positions the tip of my cock at her entrance. This is it. The first time we’ll make love where I’m open to a relationship, willing to take this further with someone other than Kat. I wonder if Tenley can feel how monumental this is.

  She stills above me, as though sensing my thoughts. I use my good hand to caress her hip, showing her through my gaze how much I want this. Want her. I move my hand away and let her take me in, all the way in, then wait for her to adjust to my size.

  She is exquisite. So tight and hot around me.

  “Oh my god, Tenley.”

  She gasps. Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a slight O shape as she pushes herself up until just the tip of my cock is inside her and then sinks back down around me, riding me like a pro. My hips arch up to meet hers. I grab her waist with my good hand and try to help pump her up and down my shaft.

  My balls tighten.

  Shit, not so soon.

  I bite my cheek to distract myself from coming too quickly, then wrap my good arm around her shoulder and pull her to me, trying to slow my roll. I want this to be good for her. Better than good. Great, mind-blowing, even. This is the first of so many times to follow. It must be perfect. I close my eyes and will my dick to cooperate.

  It’s so good. So good.

  I bring my thumb to her clit. “Tell me what you want. What feels good?” I breathe.

  She undulates her hips, her pelvis grinding against mine. “Touch more.”

  I circle my thumb faster as she pushes herself up and down using my chest for leverage.

  “God, Brad, you feel so good.” My thumb circles faster. “Oh shit, I’m going to come.” Her inner channel clamps down around me like a vise and it’s all I can do to keep myself from following right behind her.

  I thrust my hips up as she brings hers down. Again, and again. My balls slap at her ass. My muscles strain. My cock begs for release.

  “Brad,” she moans. Her voice low and gritty.

  I watch as my cock disappears inside her pussy then shows up again, wet and glistening in the dim light of the room. It’s so fucking hot. I reach around and squeeze her ass cheek as she grinds down around me.

  “Tenley.” My voice is barely above a whisper, she opens her eyes to look at me, I force myself up to capture her lips with mine. It’s a kiss as soft and full of meaning as I can give at this point. A soft cry of pleasure escapes her as she keeps up the steady pace and deepens our kiss. Her mouth pulls on my tongue and my cock jumps inside her.

  Fuck this.

  I gather her with my good hand and flip us over, then grab her legs and loop them over my shoulders, sinking deeper than I thought possible into my new most favorite place.

  “Ohmigod! Brad! I’m going to come again.” She tightens around me, her pussy pulling at my cock. She’s so close.

  “You need to come, Tenley. Now.”

  It’s all she needs as she gives in completely. Her body arches, eyes squeezing shut, and I give myself a second to watch the pleasure rocket through her. When she screams my name again, I let go, coming with a roar, pumping everything I have into her.

  My entire body shakes and convulses like never before. My vision blackens, and I feel weightless for just a moment. I want to capture this feeling and keep it forever. Stay locked in this moment, never to feel reality again.

  I wake a few hours later with Tenley wrapped around my body like a little monkey. I wait to feel the urge to flee, the desire to get away, but it doesn’t come. So, instead, I wrap my arms around her and try to settle back asleep. But, an hour later, when I’m still awake, I decide I shouldn’t have to suffer it alone.

  I tilt her head toward mine and kiss her. It’s a soft kiss at first until I need more. As she sleepily opens her mouth, I push my tongue in and keep kissing her until I feel lightheaded and out of breath. Only then do I pull my lips from hers. By then, she’s awake.

  “Oh, wow.” She sighs. “That’s a wonderful way to wake up. Why did you stop?”

  “I’m just gettin’ started.” I move my way down her body to kneel between her legs, and she lets them fall wide open. I start with kisses on the insides of her knees, enjoying the sounds she makes in response, before moving my way up her left thigh, stopping only when I reach her center. My nose rubs against her folds as I breathe her in.

  “You smell so good,” I groan, licking at the edges of her opening, slipping my tongue inside, getting a hint of what I’ll be feasting on soon. Her hands come around my head to hold it in place.

  “Please,” she begs.

  I flatten my tongue against her, pushing as I lick, her body writhing, her hands pulling me at my hair. I raise her legs, put them over my shoulders, and plunge my tongue inside.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan, fucking her with my mouth. I suck at her clit, fluttering my tongue against it, then lick with long sure strokes, and back again, finding what she enjoys most. I slide a finger inside her, crooking it slightly to hit her g-spot. I want her coming both ways at once.

  “Brad! Shit!” she cries. I slide another finger in, crooking both. She’s so tight, so wet, and feels so good. Her muscles clench around my fingers, her cries getting louder. She comes fast, and I raise my eyes to watch her, licking and sucking everywhere at once to prolong her pleasure. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands pulling me closer, screaming my name as her taste floods my mouth.

  I slow my lapping as she comes down, but continue until she pushes my head away and lowers her legs.

  “No more, ohmigod. That was intense. Holy shit. What a way to wake up.”

  I run my hand over my mouth and look at her. She’s spread eagle across the bed, pussy wet and glistening, eyes at half-mast, mouth slack, her breath heavy.

  “You’re so beautiful.” I reach my hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into my palm, then grabs it to pull me on top of her. Her legs wrap around my waist and she strains forward to run her tongue over my lips. “Mmm, I like that.”

  “If I have my way, it’ll be on my lips a lot
.”

  “Speaking of having my way . . .” she says, as she kisses her way down my center. Before I have a chance to think, she wraps her lips around my cock, and I give myself over to one of the best blowjobs I’ve had in a long, long time.

  I make love to her again when she’s through, insatiable where she’s concerned. I’m amazed my cock can even get hard again.

  Amazed and thankful, that’s for sure.

  And after we’re both satisfied again, but before I fall into a deep sleep, I send out a thank you to the powers-that-be for giving me the strength to be open to living again. And more importantly, for allowing it to be with someone as wonderful as Tenley. I don’t know what I did to deserve two such exceptional women in my life, but I’m damn sure going to make certain I’m thankful for it every day that I have it.

  41

  Tenley

  Today is the first time Brad and I will go somewhere together as a couple. And I’m scared shitless, which is stupid since we’re only going to Ethan and Sadie’s house. And it’s for baby Audrey’s Welcome to the World party. Pretty much everyone who will be there already knows we are seeing each other. But somehow having them know, versus having them see us in person, is different.

  Not to mention, except for Sadie, these are all friends who knew Kat. Or knew Kat and Brad together. We’ve talked about it a few times, Brad and me. I know he still loves her, and I know he always will. But I also know his heart is big enough, and has the capacity, to also love me. He hasn’t said the actual words yet, but his actions speak much louder.

  It’s been two months since the recruitment fair, and Brad and I have hardly spent a night apart since. Had you told me before, I never would have believed a man could be so hard and soft at the same time. By that, I mean Brad is all alpha on the outside and all teddy bear on the inside. The same man who growls, literally growls, when another man so much as smiles at me, is the same one who carefully wrapped my finger in a Band-Aid when I cut it last week, then kissed it to make the hurt go away.

  I watch him now, from a chair in my bedroom, as he finishes shaving in the bathroom. His cast is off, and he’s been in physical therapy for his hand, and most of the functionality is coming back. I’m happy to help him exercise his fingers on my clit whenever necessary. I’m a giver like that.

  He’s humming some kind of song as he pulls the razor up his neck. I love him like this, ordinary Brad doing everyday things. With me.

  Do you?

  Do I?

  Love him?

  Oh god. I think I do. I think I’m in love with him. I swallow down the panic and try to reassure myself it’s perfectly okay. He hasn’t said it yet, but he feels it. And even though I haven’t said it yet, he must know I feel it too.

  I send a silent thank you to Kat, a habit I’ve picked up, thanks to Brad. For me, she’s the guardian angel over our relationship. So, when I’m conflicted, or thankful, I talk to her in my mind. Never aloud, like Brad admits to doing, though he hasn’t done it in front of me. But, whether it’s me getting clear with my thoughts, or whether Kat really is a guardian angel, all I know is when I talk to her, I feel better.

  She is a supporter of this relationship, or maybe more that she just wants Brad to be happy. Whatever the reason, I’m so grateful to her for helping Brad to see the way to opening his heart to love again, and it occurs to me that I should tell him how I feel. It’s possible he’ll freak out, but it’s also possible it will be good. A positive step forward for our relationship.

  He pats down his face and steps out of the bathroom in just a towel.

  I whistle at him as he goes.

  “You whistling at me?” he asks in a terrible Robert DeNiro voice. “Are you whistling at me?”

  I laugh. “Hell, yes, I am.”

  He walks over to me, planting a loud, wet kiss on my lips, then pulls his towel away and throws it over my head. “I’m not just a piece of meat, you know,” he says as he disappears into the walk-in closet. He started leaving clothes and things here about two weeks ago. So far, it has yet to freak either of us out, so we’re going with it.

  He comes out dressed in jeans and a snug t-shirt that shows off all the muscles in his arms, chest, and abs.

  “I liked you better as a piece of meat.” I wink.

  He takes my hand and pulls me up so I’m standing. “Are you ready for this?”

  “You mean our first public appearance as a couple?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean.” He wraps his arms around me until I’m flush against him.

  “I think it’s harder for you than it is for me,” I tell him, wiggling my hands under his arms to clutch at his shoulders from behind.

  “I was going to say the same thing,” he says, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.

  “I’m good. I think.”

  “Me too.” He bends down to give me a quick kiss. I don’t know what I would do without his constant display of affection. I need it, I’m hungry for it. I don’t know if I could survive without it.

  And that scares the shit out of me.

  Brad takes my hand firmly in his as we walk into the party.

  “Yay, you’re finally here!” Sadie yells and runs toward me, pulling me into a long hug. “Ohmigod, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

  I return her embrace and her feelings. “I think it’s been like, three weeks.”

  “That’s the longest we’ve ever gone.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault,” she says. “Blame Audrey. She takes all the time and attention now.” I laugh as I step back and look at Sadie. She looks amazing, like having a baby has fueled her body with energy and vitality. I thought it was supposed to leave you feeling drained and tired, but apparently, I was wrong.

  “You look incredible!” I tell her.

  “You do too,” she says. “Great sex agrees with you.”

  “Regular great sex agrees with me.” I laugh.

  We enter the main room of the party where everyone else is scattered about between here and the huge patio area out back. Ethan is talking to Brad, baby Audrey strapped to his chest in a carrier. He has one hand over her back in a protective hold, and the other hangs on to a bottle of beer. Brad already has a beer as well.

  Remi rushes over to us. “Thank god, my favorite drinking buddy is finally here. The rest of these duds are breastfeeding and refuse to pump and dump. Shot?” She holds out a glass to me. I take it and we toss them back, then she pulls me into a hug.

  “It’s good to see him so happy,” she whispers in my ear. “Thank you for that. It’s all she wanted.”

  I step back and look at Remi, tears glistening in her eyes. And even though I sometimes feel as though Kat is watching over Brad and I, giving her blessing, it’s solid proof to hear it from Remi, who is alive and breathing.

  I hold back tears and nod. “Another shot?” I croak.

  She grabs me hand and pulls me toward the makeshift bar.

  “I am not a girl who cries,” Remi says. “But I swear to god I have cried more since that beautiful bitch died than I ever have in my life.”

  “I wish I’d known her better,” I confess.

  “She would have loved you,” Remi says. “But, it probably would have been weird for you and Brad if you’d known her better. So, just know the two of you would have been great friends.” She pours us each another shot. “I mean, not better friends than she and I, obviously.” She gives me a sidelong glance as she hands me the glass, and I laugh.

  “Of course, not.” I raise my shot glass toward her, then down it as she does the same.

  Out of habit, I then look around the room for Brad, and catch his eye. He blows me a kiss, so I throw him a wink.

  “She couldn’t wink,” Remi says.

  “Kat couldn’t?”

  “Not to save her fucking life. She looked like her face was going into contortions.” Remi laughs. “It was almost as bad as when Brad tries to flip someone off.”

>   “Brad can’t give someone the finger?”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Remi places an arm around me and stops me in place. “Mathews!” she calls out across the room.

  Brad stops his conversation with Ethan and looks at her, one brow raised.

  Remi raises her right hand and flips him off, somehow looking elegant and sexy as she does. Brad rolls his eyes in return and attempts to return the gesture. The odd configuration of fingers makes me giggle.

  “That’s not just because of his hand being broken?” I ask Remi.

  “Oh no,” she says.

  “Mama.” Remi’s daughter, Brianna, pulls at her skirt, Remi looks down at her. “Yes, my beautiful girl?”

  “Braden and Brian are exhausting me.” Brianna sighs and attempts to roll her eyes.

  I hold in my laugh as Remi swoops down and picks her daughter up, cuddling her close. She does this in a pencil skirt and three-inch heels. She’s my hero.

  “All boys are exhausting,” she tells the girl, kissing her cheek noisily. “But, especially brothers.”

  “Oy,” Brianna says.

  “Oy is right,” Remi says, hugging her tightly, then sets her down. “Go find Daddy and let him know his Y chromosomes are a bother that he needs to take care of.”

  “His Y chromosmose?”

  “Yes.” Remi pats her on the butt and Brianna takes off in search of her father.

  “The oy was cute,” I say.

  Remi turns and grabs us both a margarita from the bar, handing one to me. “That’s all Mavis.”

  “Mavis?” I take a sip. It’s fantastic. I could drink a lot of these.

  “Grandma.”

  “I didn’t realize Chance’s parents were Jewish.”

  “They aren’t.”

  “I thought your parents weren’t around?”

  “They aren’t. Mavis is a surrogate grandmother to anyone who will let her, but mostly to Lexie. She and her late husband were the reason Lexie got into wine. Her best friend, Babs, is Cole’s grandma. They like to think they brought the two of them together.”