Twice Loved

by Mari Brown

  “Relax. If you aren’t ready to do anything here tonight we won’t.” How can he read my mind so easisly? He knows me too well he always has. It’s one of the things I love-hate about him.

  “Thank you Tate.” I show him where he can place his bag and then Noah sticks his head in.

  “Man want to go play some GTA with me?”

  Tate looks at me with a big grin. “Enjoy your shower I’m going to get my game on.”

  I laugh at his child likeness. I gather things I need and walk into the master bath. I shower and dress pretty quickly. Then I head back downstairs. I am surprised Olivia is in the living room with her brother and Tate. She has a text book open in her lap, head bent over it. I wonder if Noah too has homework he should be doing.

  I bypass the living room and head straight to the kitchen to check on dinner. The meat is almost ready and I start the green beans and throw the potatoes in my mixer to start mashing them. I’m more worried about this dinner than I should be. For some reason making a good impression on Tate tonight is important to me.

  I smile as I think about my kids in the other room comfortable with another man. A man that they know their mother loves. A man that their mother met and fell in love with during the time their father was still alive. I have great kids. They have been way more understanding than I could ever ask for.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I am a worrier that likes to overthink everything. I’ve been like this as long as I can remember. I know that every aspect of my relationship with Tate since the day I met him has been over thought until even I’m sick of thinking about it. I can’t stop myself from it no matter how hard I try.

  Dinner was a hit. Tate and the kids enjoyed it immensely. I love that dinner is not a silent affair but a lot of talking and laughter was around the table from everyone. The kids worked together to clean up after dinner and then both went up to their rooms to finish homework.

  I grab my teaching bag that has sat by the front door since I came home Friday. I walk into the living room were Tate is already on the couch TV remote in hand. I’m not surprised to see a car show on the TV. I sit down beside him. I begin pulling out my planner and the papers I need to look over.

  One of the assignments the kids had last week was to write one or two sentences about their families. I am hoping it will be useable for the parent night bulletin board. I smile as I read through the papers. Then I read Brandy’s my smile falters a bit. She is wise beyond her years.

  I have a mom and a dad but I never get to see my dad and I miss him.

  I shuffle to the next paper. I think Tate seeing this now would not be a good idea. My heart breaks for the father and daughter who both miss the other. I decide I need to call Rachel. She should be aware I’m dating Tate. She may want to move Brandy out of my room. I hope she doesn’t but she as her mom deserves to know. One day soon I hope she will allow Tate more time with Brandy.

  I finish going through the papers and paperclip them together before placing them back in my bag. I open up my planner to this week and begin reviewing my notes for what we will be doing. This week the kids will start ‘real’ school work. They will be given their first group of spelling words and have their first ever spelling test. The things that make me love my job expanding the minds of each little one in my class. It’s going to be a busy week. I also will be busy with the mundane part of my job lots of papers to grade.

  An hour later I’m prepared for the week I place everything back in my bag. I put my bag by the front door.

  “Tate you ready to head upstairs?”

  “Yea Princess.”

  He clicks the off button on the remote setting it on the table. He stands up and I watch as he pulls his pant legs down a little. His ass fits those jeans right nice. I have nothing but dirty thoughts on my mind. I’m so lost in my dirty thoughts I don’t even realize Tate has moved near me. I’m jerked around my back against his chest. Gawd I love when he does that to me. It makes me wet and my breathing becomes heavy. His mouth is right next to my ear.

  “I want to do more than go to sleep…” He nips my ear.

  I grind myself into him. It’s a natural instinct. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I was thinking I need to spank that hot ass of yours.”

  “Oh!”

  My hand comes up to my heart. My knees are weak. It’s amazing how turned on I am in this moment. He has done nothing but twist me around and speak a few words. I don’t think there will be any problem with him talking me into more with him tonight.

  I’ll always love Steve and I loved my marriage but I’m still alive and I’m ready to live. Damn what others think. My kids are the only ones who really matter to me.

  Tate and I enter my bedroom together. My heart is pounding in my chest anticipation coursing through me. I scan my bedroom nervously, not sure what to expect from Tate.

  “Bend over the bed.”

  I don’t hesitate as I bend over the foot of my bed.

  Smack!

  Oh yes that is what I need. The pain of having my ass smacked makes me grow wet. I want more.

  “My sweet Princess.” My heart melts at his words. The man is a charmer. “I’m going to own your body tonight.”

  Smack!

  He keeps doing that he can own anything he wants. The burn the smack leaves behind fades into pleasure. A pleasure that makes me want to beg Tate to take me.

  “Standup.”

  I follow instructions. Tate moves behind me. Our bodies are molded together. His head tucks into the crook of my neck. His lips lightly brush my skin. Chills erupt. His mouth opens his warm tongue caresses my skin. He clamps down biting me hard enough that I feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. It still amazes me he knows exactly how to do that.

  I press my body closer to his. My hips rotate slightly as I grind on him. His erection, presses into me through his pants. I want his cock in me so badly. Who needs foreplay right now? I am ready to get down to business. Tate has other ideas though. His hands slide down my arms moving back up under my shirt. The shirt is pulled over my head. His hands come up gently massaging my breasts then he squeezes hard. His thumb and fingers move to pinch my nipples through my bra. My body grinds harder into him as I arch from the pleasure pain rushing through me.

  I bite my bottom lip as I try to keep from screaming out. This is going to be the tricky part of being with Tate here in my house. Trying to keep my cries down so the kids don’t hear them. I don’t want them to think Tate is hurting me in a bad way. It may hurt but it hurts soooo good. The old song from my childhood comes to mind at that thought. Damn Tate better distract me from singing this in my head.

  He releases my nipples his hands glides across my tummy down the waistline of my yoga pants. He tugs them down in one fluid movement. His hand cups my sex then dips between my legs rubbing my pussy through the thin material. I buck against his hand wanting more.

  “Easy Princess… I want to enjoy this with you.”

  I groan partly in frustration and partly because I’m so damned turned on I don’t know what to do with myself. “Pleeeese Tate!”

  “Please what Princess?”

  Hell I don’t know how to answer that. I’m not sure what I want right now… everything.

  “Please keep touching me!”

  That should cover everything.

  “Oh I plan to touch you.”

  My head falls back onto his shoulder. I relax into him as his hands continue roaming my body. Shocks channel though my body. My body quakes under his hands. This is like coming home. Being with Tate. Not just in physical form but being in a relationship with him. This is where I’m meant to be.

  My quiet moans fill the room. His hand unsnaps my bra deftly. He pulls it off, and it goes flying. His hands move back to my breast. Gently kneading them. He pulls me around so that I am facing him. His hand slides between our bodies gently rubbing my clit again. I want to help myself out of the panties I’m wearing bare skin on bare skin is all I want.


  “You’re so beautiful.”

  There he goes again with that word. What is up with him using that word, he’s never used that word before. Now it’s been said twice in one day. I don’t know what to do with this sweet Tate. I’m use to the aggressive dominant jerkface Tate.

  Our lips meet in a soft sensual dance. Tongues move slowly against one another. Tasting and teasing each other. I press myself against him wanting to be as close to him as I can get. It’s like I want to crawl into him and truly be one with him. His fingers slide under my waistband and my panties slide down to the ground. Finally I’m free of all my clothes. He’s still dressed though. Why is he still dressed?

  He spins me around pushing gently at the back of my knees causing me to buckle and land across the bed. I lay there panting. Waiting. What is he doing? Besides driving me crazy. There is rustling behind me but I don’t dare move right now. Then the distinct sound of a zipper echoes the room. Oh thank fuck he’s taking his clothes off. I force myself not to wiggle. I must hold still.

  Tate moves behind me again his hand rubs my ass cheeks.

  “I love this round ass of yours.” He continues rubbing my cheeks. I want to move with his hand but I restrain myself. His hand continues its smooth caress. It stops leaving me wanting more.

  Smack!

  The sound echoes through the room. Son of a bitch. I flinch a little with that hit. It was deliciously good though.

  “That should leave my hand print for a while.”

  What the hell?

  “Baby I hope you’re ready?”

  He pushes my legs out to each side. Rubs a hand over my still burning ass cheek. His cock begins stroking down my crack, pushing into me a little at a time. I spread my legs a little more to open for him. He plunges deep into my pussy. He pauses. It’s as if he’s adjusting to the feel of me.

  “Tate please…”

  “What do you want Princess?”

  “Fuck me please…”

  I beg him to take me like only he can. He moves slowly at first. I meet his thrusts. Then his pace picks up. He is firm as he buries himself in me. The pace is frantic, rough. My pussy is taking a pounding. There is not one part of me that can make a logical thought right now. I just know I want him to keep doing what he is doing. He pulls out abruptly. Yanks me around and shoves his cock into my open mouth.

  I begin bobbing my head up and down as I suck and lick his engorged cock. He is rock hard. I don’t think he could get any harder. I run my tongue along his shaft swirling it around his head as I continue my sucking motions. Tate moans.

  “Fuck that feels so good Princess.”

  I smile around the mouthful of cock. I can’t help it. I love knowing that I’m making him feel this good. He yanks his cock out of my mouth. I’m on my hands and knees in front of him my eyes cut up to look at him.

  “On your back now!”

  I can’t turn myself over quick enough. His hands grab my ankles as he jerks me toward him hard. He drives back into me hard and deep. He keeps going harder and deeper. My legs tighten around him. I want to pull him in closer to me. I’m not sure it’s possible but if it is I’m going to do it. We continue and then he bottoms out in me. It sends a shockwave of pain through me. It's then he pulls out grabs my hair swings me around sticks his cock back in my mouth and unloads in me. I swallow him up like he’s the nourishment I need to survive. I take every drop then lick him as clean as I can.

  As I stretch out on the bed. My stomach cramps up. I grab myself

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yea… just a little sore.”

  “I’m not sure what just happened, but I bottomed out in you like I never have before.”

  I rub circular motions on my stomach to try to abate the pain shooting through it.

  “I noticed.” I comment drily. It’s not like I wasn’t enjoying it at the time but I swear it’s as if my insides are knotted up on themselves. “I felt whatever it was that happened.”

  “Me too.”

  Tate climbs off the bed and walks into my bathroom he fumbles around and then water is turned on. He surprises me when he comes back out with a washrag in his hand and begins gently cleaning me up. He takes the rag back in the bathroom and comes back in and cuddles up next to me. He pulls my back into his front tightly. One hand comes around my stomach and gently begins rubbing.

  I settle in to my man. Peace and contentment felt deep in my heart. I love him more than I should. That’s my last thought before I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Waking up with Tate this morning is different from anything I have ever experienced before. I am at peace, comfortable, and safe. Yet I am completely alive. I’m free and ready to face whatever happens.

  I move as quietly as I can into the bathroom. Then I head downstairs where the coffee has started brewing, and I set about making breakfast for everyone. Despite the changes in life, breakfast in the morning with my family is not something I will give up. I decide to scramble eggs, fry bacon and bake some biscuits.

  I’m bustling around the kitchen until I sense I’m not alone anymore. I turn my head and see Tate standing in the doorway. A sleepy grin on his face. He looks hella good standing in my kitchen in a T-shirt and pajama pants. I didn’t even know he owned any of those.

  “Good morning.”

  “Morning Princess.”

  I smile as he calls me his little pet name. Something about that word coming out of his mouth makes me happy. My heart rate increases. There is a slight pressure in my chest as if it’s puffing up. Warmth envelops my body.

  “Coffee should be ready.”

  I grab a couple mugs out of the cabinet and set them by the pot allowing Tate to make himself at home. He pours a cup and walks out the back door with it and a smoke. I get the biscuits in the oven and the bacon cooking over low grease and make my way out to join Tate on the patio.

  “Didn’t like waking up without you beside me.”

  Snorting a little as I laugh at him I say, “I had to get breakfast started.”

  “Still don’t like it.”

  “Next time want me to wake you up?” I give him a coy smile.

  “Yes!”

  He has this cute little pout on his face as he answers me. All I focus on is the cute pout and the fact I just said next time. Talk about jumping back in feet first and at warp speed. I place a cigarette in my mouth and Tate is ready with outstretched arm lighter waiting. I love how he does little things like this for me.

  We enjoy coffee and cigarettes in the early morning. Birds chirp around us. The sun rays shine through the cracks in the fence allowing prisms of light to sparkle from my pool. It’s a peaceful morning. It’s a great start to the day.

  I tamp out my smoke and gather my now empty coffee cup and head back into the kitchen to finish breakfast. Olivia is already downstairs sitting at the kitchen counter. Coffee cup in front of her along and her nose in a book. She briefly looks up as I walk in followed by Tate.

  She smiles. “Morning.”

  “Morning baby.”

  “Morning Olivia.” Tate pours himself another cup of coffee before kissing me on the cheek and moving around the counter to sit by Olivia.

  My heart swells as I watch Tate interact with Olivia and that she is trying so hard for me. My daughter making the effort for me means more than she will ever understand. It has to be hard seeing Tate and I together so soon after Steve’s passing. Especially as in the beginning the kids thought I was cheating on their dad. It wasn’t until Steve talked to them they understood their dad knew from the beginning. That didn’t make it easier, but it gave them some understanding.

  Steve was a great man, a loving husband and father and selfless in the way he loved me until the end. I will always treasure those memories of him.

  I begin scrambling eggs as Noah shuffles sleepily into the kitchen.

  “Morning sunshine.”

  “yea… mornin’." I chuckle at my boy who is so not a morning perso
n. A quiet conversation starts between Noah and Tate. I wonder what they are talking about because I can’t hear them. I want to be nosey after all I’m a woman.

  I pull plates down and set them on the counter and grab a handful of forks from the drawer and place them beside the plates.

  “Breakfast is ready.”

  My kids come grab their food and make their way to the table in the corner nook. Tate is next to fill his plate. He waits for me to finish fixing mine then walks with me over to the nook. He pulls my chair out for me before sitting himself. The man is just too good to be true. He’s a gentleman outside the bedroom and a complete animal in bed.

  As I eat my eggs in silence my mind begins churning. I really hope I have not made a mistake letting him back in. I have to stop this. I have to trust him give him the chance he’s asked for. I will trust him until he gives me a reason not to.

  As we finish up breakfast I’m shocked when Tate sends the kids and me upstairs saying he will take care of the dishes.

  “Y’all have to be at work and school before I do.” I’m not complaining but it’s odd to me that he would volunteer. This is not something I would have expected from him.

  As I finish drying off from my shower twenty minutes later I sense Tate in the room with me. He sits on the edge of my bed just watching me. It makes me a bit self-conscious.

  “Are you really mine again?” His question surprises me.

  “Yes Tate I am.”

  “Thank fuck!”

  I chuckle. The grin stays on my face. “Why?”

  “I thought I was dreaming. I don’t want to wake up and realize I’m alone again.”

  “I doubt you were alone.” I think about all the women who probably kept him company over the last nine months.

  “Princess I’ve been alone since you left me. Maybe not physically but…” His voice trails off. I study his face intently. I see nothing but sincerity reflected in his eyes. I step closer to him.

  The towel wrapped around me is the only thing I’m wearing. “I’m yours Tate.”

  “I love you Lori.”