Twice Loved

by Mari Brown

  “Hey Princess. My little brother and his family will be stopping by tomorrow.”

  “Oh I get to meet another Jameson man? I’m not sure I can handle all the charm.”

  Laughter echoes through the courtyard.

  “Lori has y’alls number already.” Kim says through her laughter.

  I shake with my laughter. I try pulling a cigarette out of my pack that Tate had thoughtfully brought out for me.

  “Oh yea that boy oozes charm like nobody’s business. Sometimes I have to remind myself to be on guard for it.”

  “Speaking to the choir girl…”

  Kim and I share a knowing look and smile. It’s nice that I’m not the only one that’s been taking in by all the smoothness that the Jameson men seem to possess. It’s alarming the men in Tate’s family all have the same charm. I briefly wonder if his mom and sisters are just as charming.

  We spend about an hour with Ed and Kim before they announce they are retiring for the night.

  “Babe let’s go change and hit Bourbon street.”

  “Okay.”

  Excitement courses from my head to my toes at the thought of going out with Tate. It may not be our first outing together but it’s our first out of town outing together. This is just the beginning of what life has to offer us. Tate changes into fresh jeans and a polo shirt and I put on the sundress I brought with me. Even though it’s nine at night NOLA is still hot and muggy not much different from back home. I know how to dress for this kind of weather.

  We take off at a slow pace walking hand in hand down the sidewalk. Bourbon Street connects with Esplanade only four blocks from Tate’s dad’s house. We begin the walk up Bourbon Street. It doesn’t take much to tell what section we are in when Tate begins getting catcalls from other men and the drag queens hanging out on balconies. I find myself laughing.

  “You even charm the members of your own sex. You’re a beast!”

  “Princess you know just what kind of beast I am.”

  I chuckle. My body presses into the side of his as we continue walking. “The kind that I can’t get enough of.”

  “Oh really?”

  I give him a coy glance. “Is there an alley somewhere close by that I can prove it to you?” my head turns left then right as I scan where we are walking.

  “Are you serious right now?” Tate has stopped us mid stride he turns to face me searching my face.

  “Dead serious.”

  “I got to find an alley.” He takes my hand and begins pulling me behind him as he moves at a more clipped pace. I struggle to keep up with him between laughing and his fast walking.

  I had no idea that me offering public sex to him would be such a turn on for him. It was never anything we did previously. It was nice that there was always something new we could try. I’m not sure Tate and I would ever run out of things to test. We both were open and trusting of each other when it came to sex. Exploring things, we never had before with each other.

  Tate finds a dark alley and ducks us into it. He scopes out an area on the side of a dumpster. And declares it safe. “I’m going to take you hard up against this wall.”

  “ooookay…” I’m down for anything he wants to do.

  Tate’s hand goes straight for my breast rubbing through the material of my sundress. His fingers pinch my nipple hard through the material. I’m always amazed how Tate finds my nipples on one try even when he isn’t looking. He once told me that it was because he knew exactly where they were located no matter how I tried to cover them up. As a hand slides my dress up one leg. My breathing picks up. It won’t be long before Tate gets a little surprise.

  “You’re very naughty Princess.” Tate’s hand is now pushing its way between my legs. It’s not long before his hand strokes me. Grinding myself against his hand as he palms my pussy, I give Tate a seductive grin.

  “Take me Tate… now!”

  I beg him while pulling him toward me a hand coming down to his zipper tugging it down. I reach in and am pleased he is commando as always. This makes what we are getting ready to do so much easier. His hand takes the place of mine and I watch him pull himself out and stroke his hard cock a few times before hitching me up around his waist. He lifts my body a bit and as he brings me back down his hard cock slides right into me. I’m seated fully on him. I glance around and make sure we are still alone. Then I begin wiggling a little. My dress falls down around us enough to give us some privacy.

  “I’m going to make you scream my name so loud Princess.”

  It was a chaotic coupling. We are going at each other like rabid animals. There is no way we are walking away from this without some scratches or bruises. It doesn’t take long for me to have my orgasm and Tate only thrusts a couple more times before pulling me off and setting me on the ground. My legs shake a bit still from my release.

  “On your knees.”

  I don’t hesitate I open my mouth and swallow him down as I kneel in front of him. This is going to be hot. I taste my own juices on his cock. A hint of sweet and tangy. I begin working my tongue around his cock until he cries out and his warm seed jets down my throat. We stand there hugging after it’s over. We both need time to recuperate.

  “That was fun we should do public sex more often.”

  Tate gives me a lazy grin but I can see the excitement in his eyes. “Princess you’re a freak.”

  “You love it.”

  “Even better I love you.”

  I just melted into a puddle. His words so sweet, so loving have left me floating.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Our night on Bourbon Street was a blast. We walked slowly down the side walk stopping at various places as they caught our attention not staying in any one place too long. Before heading back to his dad’s to sleep we stopped at Café Du Monde for beignets. I loved those things and was happy to get a treat before bed. By the time we got back to his dad’s we were so tired we stripped off clothes and climbed in the bed and fell right to sleep.

  Tate and I wake around eleven and even then I really don’t want to be up. I want to keep snuggling under the covers. Tate chuckles at me as I burrow into his side and pull the covers back over me.

  “Princess it’s time to wake up. My brother and his family will be here soon.”

  “Do I have to?” I whine.

  I know the plan is to spend a few more hours with his family then begin the two hour drive home. I have school tomorrow and he has work.

  “Yes you have to come on… I’ll shower with you.”

  That perks me up a little and I pull the covers down and turn my body so I can see Tate. He’s smiling at me and it obvious how happy he is.

  He slides from under the covers and stands up. My eyes roam his naked backside. My face heats up as I take in his sleek contours. He turns around and catches me staring at him. His grin widens.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Maybe…”

  He places one knee on the bed before leaning over me and planting a kiss on my forehead. My skin tingles under his lips.

  “Come on lets shower then dress.” he stands back up and walks around to my side of the bed. He holds his hand out for me. I place my hand in his and let him lead me to the bathroom.

  Other than a few stolen kisses and caresses we shower quickly. Once out of the shower we dry off and dress. Tate takes my hand once again and leads me out into the courtyard. He lights both of us a cigarette and just as we begin to take the first drag, the back door opens and out walks his step mother.

  “Good morning. Did y’all have fun last night?” she gives both of a warm smile.

  “We did.” I answer her. My body heats at the reminder of our time in the alley.

  “Best night I’ve had in a while.” Tate says with a salacious grin.

  I resist the urge to kick Tate. I wouldn’t want to make his step mom question us right now.

  “Well your brother should be here soon.”

  Tate smiles. “I haven’t seen Ace in a while it will
be good to see him.”

  It’s a beautiful morning the sun is shining through the tree tops in the courtyard. The sound of the fountain trickling behind me mixed with birds chirping greets my ears. I take in the red hibiscus blooming in a bed nearby. The colors are vibrant this morning. My whole world is colored different when I’m with Tate. It’s always been that way. I remember even during Steve’s illness that being with Tate made everything bearable. It wasn’t as hard on me watching Steve dying each day. There was light even in the darkness. Those last few months with Steve were some dark days but my memories of Tate carried me through each moment.

  Tate moves behind me his arms go around my waist his hands clasp together in front of us. I lean back into him. Letting him support my weight. His warm breath wisps across my neck. It sends delicious chills down my spine. I love how I flourish when I’m with Tate. The world is different with him.

  “Let’s go inside Princess.”

  I let Tate lead me into his dad’s home. As we cross though the nook into the living room his dad sits in a recliner with racing on the television. I still can’t believe how much like his dad Tate looks. I’m seeing what Tate will look like in a few years. Still handsome, still charming, and still making my heart dance inside my chest.

  “Good morning.” Ed greets us as we take a seat on the couch. “Did y’all sleep well?”

  “Slept like the dead once we got in this morning.”

  I listen as Tate and his dad talk. At some point I find myself shifting in my seat. I’m getting restless. They are focused on the race. Finally having enough, I stand up and make my way into the kitchen where Kim is finishing up lunch.

  “Can I help with anything?”

  Kim’s mouth curves up. “No it’s all ready. I kept it simple and easy especially when one of the people I’m feeding is a toddler.”

  I nod my head in understanding. I remember all too well my own kids’ picky eating habits at the age. Not to mention teaching first graders for the last fifteen years, I know how picky those little ones are when it comes to food.

  “Did the guys run you off?”

  “No.” my body shakes with silent laughter, “I just got bored with all the car talk.”

  “Those men… can drive you insane when they get on the subject of cars. Wait until Ace gets here.”

  Three of them talking cars, save me now.

  It’s not long before there is a lot of noise coming from the front of the house. I hear a little boys’ voice over it all

  “Grandpa!” I peek around the wall and see the cutest little boy. He has sandy brown curls on his head. I estimate him to be about three and he’s just adorable.

  I hear Tate’s voice and then another man’s and I can tell the brothers are greeting one another. As I step into the living room with Kim, the two men are hugging each other. I’m seeing a different side of Tate. It’s interesting to not just see my bad boy mechanic but the son, brother and uncle.

  There is a woman standing off to the side. She appears to be comfortable but shy at the same time I don’t know how that’s even possible. As the brothers break apart Tate begins looking around the room. His eyes land on me and settle. It’s almost as if we are the only two in the room as our eyes lock on each other. He smiles, I smile back.

  “Lori come meet my brother and his family.” Tate is excited to be around them it’s easy to read on his face.

  Introductions are made and I meet Ace his wife Terry and their son Nate. They are such a sweet young family. When I say young, I mean young. In the course of talking I find out Ace is eleven years younger than Tate making him fourteen years younger than me. As with most children it seems that Nate is drawn to me immediately. When I sit down on the couch next to Tate a little impish figure immediately climbs up in my lap.

  “Nate maybe she doesn’t want you crawling all over her.” His mother says.

  “He’s fine.” I laugh out as I lightly tickle the little boy now settled on my lap.

  The afternoon flies by. Tate looks down at his phone and realizing it’s after five in the evening declares we need to pack and hit the road. I follow him back out to the room we were using and begin gathering up the few things I had strewn around the room in the short time we have been there.

  It’s not long before Tate and I are back on the interstate heading home. I hate that our time was too short in NOLA. We discuss coming back for a longer time in the future, even bringing the kids with us. It’s a little strange to be talking about a family trip with Tate.

  When we arrive at my house I’m a little surprised to find Haley sitting in my living room looking like shit. It’s obvious she’s been crying, tissues litter the couch around her. Remnants from a bowl of ice cream are on the coffee table.

  “Uh Haley is everything okay?” I ask timidly.

  “No, Jake is an asshole and…” sobs begin in her again.

  I look over my shoulder at Tate who has a look of panic on his face. “I’ll go home tonight. Looks like Haley needs you.” Tate really doesn’t do crying females.

  I turn back to Haley. “I’m going to walk Tate out then we’ll talk okay?”

  Sniffles follow and she nods her head, but she doesn’t try to talk again.

  “What the hell is that about?” Tate asks as we walk out the front door.

  “I have no idea but I’m guessing her and Jake had a fight.”

  “Well no shit but about what? Why is she here?”

  Crossing the front lawn we stop by his truck. I hate to part with him but right now my friend needs me.

  “Come here Princess.” I step closer to him at the same time he pulls me all the way into him. I hit his chest with a small thud.

  His head bends down and his lips graze mine. They part slightly and he takes the invitation. His tongue is swirling around in my mouth. My body prickles all over. His tongue is warm and inviting and I respond back eagerly to his kiss. It’s only as his hand trails down my side and grabs my ass that logic comes back to me.

  “Tate we got to stop.”

  “Why?” he whines making me chuckle.

  “We can’t have sex in my front yard… this is not New Orleans!”

  He huffs and straightens up in front of me. “Fine!”

  Tate climbs into his truck and I give him a quick series of pecks before he closes his door and backs out of my driveway. I watch until his truck is no longer visible and turn and head back into my house to figure out what is going on with my friend.

  Olivia is waiting in the foyer when I walk back inside.

  “Hey honey.”

  “Hey mom.” she jerks her head toward Haley “She’s been like that since she arrived at one this morning.”

  I glance to my friend and back to my daughter. “It must be bad if she’s been like this for over twelve hours.”

  “She barely talked to us since she’s been here but at least the ugly crying is not nonstop anymore.”

  I sigh. I wonder what and the hell could have happened between Haley and Jake that has her this upset.

  “Let me go see what’s going on.”

  “Night mom.” I kiss my daughter’s cheek before turning to enter the living room. I stop beside the couch and standing over Haley.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Sobs erupt from Haley. I sit down beside her pulling her into my arms. I hold her until she calms back down

  “He… he… was with another woman last night.”

  “What the fuck?” I know my face must show my surprise. Hell I’m completely shocked by her words. “Are you sure?”

  She pulls out of my arms looking at me like I’m the crazy one right now.

  “We were out at karaoke night with the guys and their dates. He disappeared, and I found him in the hallway making out with another chick.”

  Well fuck me sideways. I didn’t see that coming.

  “I’m so sorry Haley. So very sorry.” I have no other words and I pull my crying best friend back into my arms.

  After some time pa
sses I get Haley to agree to go up to my room with me. I change into pajamas and climb into my bed beside her. I don’t know what to say, hell I know there are no words that will make her pain go away. It just proves one thing to me. I’m not ready for Tate to move in with me yet.

  Haley ends up spending the week at my house, on Friday after school she hops in her car and heads off on a weekend home to her parents. She has to talk to Jake at some point and decide what she wants to do especially since they were living with each other.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Tate has been weird all night. With the kids staying at friends tonight he’s been a little wild. It may also be because Haley has kept us apart all week. He has been saying some strange shit tonight. We were taking the trash out when he looked up at me as he was tying a trash bag.

  “There is no crying in BDSM!”

  I stared at him blankly. What the fuck is he talking about? There is crying in BDSM from pain and pleasure.

  He starts laughing manically. Is he on something?

  “You okay?”

  His arm snakes out and fingers clamp like a vice around my right nipple. Pulling, pinching and twisting all in one. I’m paralyzed. If I move, it could really hurt. Well it already hurts, but the pain sends heat through me straight to my pussy which begins throbbing. When he releases my nipple I smile. I can’t stop it.

  I walk to the can outside and he grabs one nipple than the other pinching both hard at the same time.

  I moan with pain or is it pleasure or a mixture of both?

  “You like that shit don’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “That’s what I thought.” his hand swings forward smacking me hard on the ass.

  Seriously what is up with him tonight? He’s all kinds of twisted and kinky. And I’m loving every moment of it. What’s wrong with me? We smoke while we are outside. And he’s still making wisecracks. I want whatever he’s on because he’s feeling good.

  “Princess come here…” he crooks his finger at me. I step closer to him a little hesitantly.

  His hand comes out and latches onto my nipple again. Motherfuck! If my nipples aren’t bruised in the morning it will be nothing short of a miracle. The longer he holds my nipple between his fingers the more hissing I make. I sound like a pissed off cat.