Brothers Black 5: Felix the Watch

by Saffire, Blue

  “But why didn’t you reach out when I didn’t? When Danny died and you couldn’t…why’d you leave me alone?” I ask sadly.

  “I regret it every day. I was so distraught. Losing your brother was like living a nightmare. Then, I…I just. I wanted to. How do I make your father understand this now.

  “His only son is gone and to return our daughter is to take his son away again. I feel like I’ve failed you both—”

  “Mommy,” I protest. “I understand.”

  I lift from my seat and wrap my mother in my arms. I know exactly how she feels. It’s the reason I didn’t want to return. I planned to take Danny’s secret to the grave.

  If it weren’t for Cassie’s words I would’ve. But I needed to be set free. I’ve felt trapped for so long. Well before my brother asked me to cover his secret for him. My father held the reins so tightly, I’ve felt imprisoned to his beliefs since I was a little girl.

  “You know we are all always right and wrong,” she says through her tears.

  “It’s all in the eyes you’re seeing life through. What’s right to one isn’t the truth to another. Our greatest challenge in life it having the courage to be wrong and the wisdom to learn when we aren’t right.

  “Just because it’s our truth doesn’t make it the truth. It only makes it the truth we’re willing to accept. That boy has come here every single day for the last two weeks. He talks to you even though you won’t answer him.

  “He takes out the trash, plays with the baby, don’t think I haven’t seen him going through the mail for the bills. He does all of that while looking like he might pass out from exhaustion. Then, tells you he loves right before walking out that door, every time.

  “Not once has he forgotten to declare his love. Trust me, I know because I’ve listened. I’ve prayed for him to make it home safely every night. Tired and stressed out over his woman not talking to him.

  “Baby, you’ve rubbed enough salt in that wound. He doesn’t deserve it. He was trying to do something nice for you and it went wrong, but it’s not his fault,” she looks into my eyes through her tears. “You hear what I’m telling you?”

  “Yes, Mommy. I hear you,” I murmur.

  “Now, your father. We’re going to let his old butt remain salty for a while,” she gives a small laugh.

  “You get no arguments from me there.”

  “Go fix things with your man, Kaye. A good wife never brings unrest to her husband’s head. Soothe him while showing him the way as gently as you can. Save the silent treatment for the big stuff,” she says, standing to her feet and kissing my cheek.

  With a grin on my lips, I grab my ice cream and make my way to get my man. I miss him.

  However, when I get to Dae-Dae’s room, I don’t find Felix. Dae-Dae is fast asleep in his bed. His little snores filling the quiet room.

  “Did he sneak by us?” I mutter to myself.

  I move down the hallway to my room. When I push the cracked door open I find Felix sitting on the bed, twisting the titanium ring on his pointer finger. It’s the ring I give him when he graduated high school.

  We’d gone surfing one time and he wanted to walk through the shops after. He saw the ring, but forgot he didn’t have his wallet on him. I went back the next day and bought it for him.

  “You still have that ring?”

  * * *

  Felix

  Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I was thinking about when she gave me this ring. I should’ve seen it then. I’ll be honest. I did, but I told myself I was projecting.

  Kaye has always been mine. We’ve danced around this for so long, but in all honesty we were meant to be together. It’s the reason I can’t let this go on any longer.

  “You gave it to me. Why wouldn’t I?” I respond to her question.

  “It just seems like so long ago,” she replies coming to stand in front of me.

  My hands instantly go to her waist. I bury my face in her belly, needing to anchor myself to her. I’m exhausted and I miss the fuck out of her.

  “You’re talking to me,” I muse aloud.

  It’s a statement, more than a question. Hearing her voice directed at me is like water to an open flame. I’ve been thirsty for her words, her attention.

  “My mom told me that you didn’t know my father was coming,” she replies.

  “I tried to tell you that but you wouldn’t listen.”

  “Yeah, I know. Some people are just so stubborn,” she says with a smile in her voice.

  I growl and nip her stomach. Her responding giggle is like music to my ears. Two weeks without that sound has been killing me.

  “I’m sorry things tanked the way they did. That was not the night I had planned at all,” I groan, lifting my face to look at her.

  “I was more angry that you didn’t give me the chance to prepare to see my dad or the chance to make the choice,” she says with sadness in her eyes.

  “When have I ever taken your choice away?”

  “Really?” She asks giving me a pointed look.

  “Kaye, the few times I’ve demanded you do something has always been for your good. What you don’t understand is…ultimately, it’s always your choice. I’ll always do what’s best to keep you safe and happy, but I won’t force you to do anything that makes you unhappy.

  “Come on, think about it. Haven’t I always been willing to bend when you need it? That’s me respecting your choices,” I say, trying to show her my point.

  “Yes, you’re right,” she says softly.

  “I need you to judge me for the man I am, not the man that raised you.”

  Her head whips back as if I’ve slapped her. It’s the truth. She’s placing me in her father’s shoes.

  She just stares at me. I hold my ground. I’ve said what I meant. Everything I’ve done for Kaye, I’ve done so she can be happy. I never want to take that from her.

  “You’re right,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry too. I should have asked him to leave before you arrived.”

  Kaye snorts and laughs.

  “Pastor Porter would have broken his foot off in your ass,” she says through her laughter as she throws her head back.

  It’s a beautiful sight. I wish I could wake to that every morning. I squeeze her waist, drawing her closer.

  “Whatever,” I chuckle.

  “You know I’m right. I’m surprised he didn’t try to shoot you a fade for throwing him out,” she giggles.

  “Shoot me a fade? Listen to you. You’re father doesn’t want it with me,” I tease, running my hands up her back.

  I begin to massage my way back down. She moans as her eyes fill with lust. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. Tired or not, I want her.

  “My ice cream is melting,” she holds up the bag. “I should hurry up and eat it.”

  I lift a brow when she drops to her knees before me. She places the bag on the floor, reaching for my belt. My cock goes crazy inside my pants.

  I spring free as soon as she gets the zipper down. Her hands hook into the waist of my jeans pulling them down my hips. I lift to help her, kicking my sneakers from my feet.

  Kaye tosses my jeans over her shoulder when she gets them off. I lean back on my elbows against the mattress. Pushing my shirt up she kisses my stomach, starting a trail down to my waiting length.

  My lips are parted in anticipation. I know what Kaye is capable of with that mouth. It’s more incredible than all the dreams and fantasies I’ve had about it.

  Her eyes lift to mine, that plump lower lip going into her mouth. I watch as she reaches for the bag, pulling the ice cream out. I can see through the lid it has started to melt. When she opens the top, it spills right over my saluting rod.

  Kaye wastes no time diving in to lick the sugary taste off of me. I pulse against her tongue, my head falling back as I groan. She licks me from root to tip then back again.

  “Fuck,” I hiss the word out.

  My nostrils flare when I feel he
r slide her mouth down on me. Her tongue swirling on the way back up. I’ve taught her well. She knows just how I like it.

  “Kaye,” I groan, “Damn, baby.”

  She answers with her own hum. My right hand goes into her hair, clutching her ponytail. I use it to guide her, slowing her down. I’m in no rush to come. I’ve needed to feel her mouth on my body for weeks.

  Her small hand digs into my thighs. I feel her nails drag upward, raising goosebumps. I groan and my head rolls. My hips start to lift meeting her efforts.

  “Oh, yeah,” I pant. “Just like that.”

  After a few strokes things get awkward as we both move, the challenge being her squatting and the height of me on the bed. I tug to pull her from sucking. She looks up at me like I’ve just committed a crime.

  I start to back up on the bed. She catches on, grabbing the ice cream as she follows, climbing up the bed after me. Settling between my legs, she pours the rest of the ice cream down on me.

  This time she lets it empty all over my cock and up my stomach. I mentally make a note that I’ll be picking up a new bedspread. She’s going to be pissed at us both when the moment fades.

  “Ah,” I rasp. “Yes.”

  Kaye goes back to work, this time licking and sucking at my balls. I spread my legs wider, bending them at the knee as I watch her get into pleasing me. Bypassing where I long to have her most, she licks my stomach clean.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  I’m damn near drooling from watching the way she does it. It’s not just the feel of her silky tongue on me. It’s the sexy, determined look on her face, as she watches me through her lashes that’s turning me on.

  “Oh, fuck,” I call out a little louder than I mean to.

  When she sucks the ice cream off the tip of my shit, without placing her mouth on it, I loss it. It’s the sound of her slurping the ice cream in that’s just icing on the cake. I bite my lip and my brows knot in the center of my forehead.

  When she dives in and sucks me clean in one pass, I almost propose on the spot. I didn’t teach her this shit. My girl has been in that nasty head of hers again.

  I love when she has new things she wants to try on me to see if they will work in her books. I would pay to have a front row seat to what really goes on in that brain. She rolls her neck and starts to work me with her hands.

  A grin comes to my lips. I guess this is a front row seat, but I’m not about to be out done. I lift to reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off. She releases me from her mouth long enough to get the top off.

  I hear her shoes hit the floor. Next, Kaye works to wiggle out of her panties and the skirt around her waist. I tug my shirt off the rest of the way.

  “Come here,” I command.

  Reaching an arm around her waist, I draw her lower body towards me. Leaning back, I guide her pussy over my face. I can already smell the lavender oil she rubs into her skin every morning and night.

  Bringing her mound down to my mouth, I kiss her fat pussy before opening her folds and having my own feast. The room fills with the sounds of sucking and slurping. Kaye continues to give as good as she’s getting as she moans around me.

  My legs start to rock back and forth. I’m getting close. I palm her ass in both hands and really dive in to get her there at the same time. When I feel my own release rushing forward, I suck her clit into my mouth and push my thumb into her ass. She squirts all over my face.

  I’m shocked at first. It’s the first time it’s happened. If I didn’t already come down the back of her throat that would have ended me right there.

  “Come here,” I say, helping to shift her body so we are face to face.

  Cupping her face, I lick her lips, tasting the flavor of cookies and cream on her face from the ice cream. I let my tongue linger around her mouth, cleaning up the sticky remains of the melted treat. Kaye snuggles into me, getting comfortable.

  I run my fingers up and down her back. I’m not settling in. I’m just giving her time to recover.

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  “I’ve missed hearing that,” I admit.

  “I know. I promise to talk to you from now on. Sometimes I’m so busy trying not to be like my father, I end up being just like him. Thanks for not giving up on me,” she replies.

  “I’m here Kaye. Lorg a h-uile duine leatha agus cùm i leat leat fhèin,” I repeat the words I told her, what now seems like so long ago.

  “Find her worthy and keep her for your own,” she says with a smile in her voice. “I think I’m going to use that in my book.”

  “Have at it. I just want my royalty. I’ll take ten percent, thank you,” I tease.

  “Bullshit,” she giggles.

  “Oh my, Kaye. What would the Pastor think of that mouth?”

  “Well, since I’m already a heathen in his eyes, fuck it,” she says.

  I burst into laughter, kissing the top of her head.

  “I like my sweet mouthed Kaye better. The smooth to my rough. The verdict is still out on your heathenism,” I chuckle.

  “Still not giving you no royalties,” she whispers.

  “Whatever, I’m already all of your heroes so I’ll let it pass this time,” I taunt.

  Kaye sits up to looks down at me. Laughter in her eyes, she looks at me pointedly. I lean up and take her mouth in a deep kiss.

  “Tell me when I’m lying, baby,” I rasp.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rolls her eyes.

  “Fine, let me remind you,” I growl pouncing on her.

  I give her one for the books while cleaning us both off in the shower. We made it through our first big fight. Thank, God. It’s over and I have my baby back. I think we can make it through anything.

  Chapter 26

  Loyal Reader

  Kaye

  Five months later…

  This book has been pouring from my soul. I needed to get some of my frustration out. I still haven’t spoken to my dad and my mother is still staying with me.

  I don’t mind having her here. Dae-Dae loves her and spends as much time as he can with her and my grandparents. He loves to listen to my grandmother talk.

  I think it’s more the musical melody of her voice than the actual accent. It was that way for me as a child. I loved when she would read me stories.

  I know I’ve been enjoying the food, while having my family here. Between my grandparents and my mother throwing down, I’ve been in heaven. Felix says he’s been needing to put in an extra workout each day as well. I call hogwash. I still count an eight pack.

  What’s infuriating is that my dad hasn’t made things right. Forget about me. He should be making things right with my mom.

  I’ve gained a new respect for my mother. She shows up to church to support my dad every Sunday. To the world the first lady is in place and everything is in order. However, as soon as the last hand has been shaken and the church is locked up, she jumps in her car and heads right back to my place.

  During the week, she’s been handling the accounting and payroll right from the office in my house. I think she’s taking her own stubbornness to the next level. I now see I get it from both of my parents. I never had a chance.

  “You’re not typing,” Nellie says beside me.

  I point at the sight before us. Who can blame me for losing focus? You’d have to be blind not to stare.

  “Can you blame me?” I say, nearly drooling.

  “Not. At. All,” she drags out.

  I’ve been distracted with watching Felix surf for about a half hour now. We came to the beach so I’d have a change of scenery, but I’m not sure if this was such a good idea.

  I mean, come on. This is not fair. At this very moment, Wyatt and Felix are running out of the water with their boards tucked under their arms. Neither is wearing their wet suit pulled up, revealing their tanned skin and sick abs.

  Felix’s wet suit is riding so low, I lick my lips as if I can taste his skin. I would love to spend the rest of
the day chasing those salty droplets of water all over his body. I keep waiting for someone to scream cut.

  They both look like they’ve stepped out of a movie. When Felix lifts his hand to push his wet hair out of his face, I tip over and lean into Nellie. I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, until Felix’s golden eyes lock on me and a seductive smile pulls at his mouth and his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

  “Yup, not going to blame you one bit,” Nellie giggles. “I think I see why your books are so hot.”

  “Insane,” I breathe as I watch Felix turn to Wyatt and start to horse around.

  “I’m glad we did this. It’s nice to get out and breathe,” Nellie says, taking in a deep breath of fresh air.

  “I’m glad you guys could come. It’s good getting to know you,” I reply.

  “Yeah, I think we had a few classes together in high school, but I was sort of shy,” she says.

  “You, please, if it weren’t for my brother and Felix, I probably never would have talked to anyone,” I laugh. “I was just fine with a book in my hands.”

  “I know, right,” Nellie giggles.

  We both sit lost in thought for a bit. I think of how much I missed out on in high school pretending to be someone I wasn’t. When I did make friends it was because I was Alberto’s girlfriend. Other than that I don’t think people would have talked to me.

  “Does the pain ever stop?” Nellie whispers a little while later, turning to look me in the eyes. “You lost your brother right? Has it stopped hurting so much yet?”

  “Surprisingly, it stings less when I see Dae-Dae do something my brother would do. Most days, life has me too busy trying to breathe to linger on the hurt. We were so close. I would love to share my books and success with him.

  “It hurts to know that’s something I’ll never get to do,” I murmur.

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. Like, she’ll never be there to see her first grandchild. I’ll never get to plan a birthday party for my children with her. There are so many things I can’t share with her and no matter how my family has grown, no one can replace that,” Nellie sniffles.