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Forsaken: A Brother's Best Friend Romance (Gritt Family Book 2)

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by Gabrielle G.


  “Hi.” He smiles.

  “Hey,” I squeak; my voice constricts with all the contradictive emotions I feel.

  Seeing him tired, not shaved, with longer hair and in a plain T-shirt and jeans gives me the desire to fuck him as much as to run away.

  “You’re not just the mother-to-be of my child. You’re my whole world. Fuck, I wish we weren’t hanging next to a toilet for me to tell you that. The way I see it, this baby is a bonus. I needed the ugliest bug to creep on my shoulder to realize I wanted to be with you. All I wanted was for you to give me a sign, but God took care of it…”

  “You believe in God?”

  “How can I not when I slept with hundreds of people and never forgot to wear a condom, and the first time I sleep with you, I neglect to, and we make a baby? Fuck, if it’s not an intervention of God for me to come back to you, I don’t know what it is. I thought I needed to take a breath without you, but I didn’t realize you were my oxygen. I’m just so fucking in love with you. I wish I could kiss you right now, if you hadn’t just hurled in the toilet.”

  He’s so raw, a tear falls from his eye.

  Before last year, I never saw Chris as the vulnerable man I know he truly is.

  I think it’s something he kept tucked away for a while, but with me, he’s never afraid to show me what he feels.

  “Why do you look so hurt then?” I say, wiping the fallen tear with my thumb.

  “Because I wish I had been here when you took the pregnancy test. I wish you had called me right away and told me yourself. I feel like you never share the most important things in your life.”

  “Like being afraid of flying?” I try to deflect, biting my lip. I know exactly what he’s talking about. I’m just not sure I can tell him.

  “Afraid of flying for both teams, yeah. Why didn’t you ever tell me? You know I would have understood, and I would have helped you navigate all your feelings and desires.”

  I can’t believe we’re having such a serious conversation on a bathroom floor, but I guess I can’t back out.

  I know it’s something important to Chris, and he will never judge me.

  “I don’t know, it’s just, I… I don’t know, Chris. Sometimes it’s easier with women. I feel I can connect with them in one night more than with men for a lifetime.”

  “Were you ever in a relationship with a woman?”

  “No, and I never wanted to be. I like sleeping with women, and it mostly happened when I was already in a relationship with a man. It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s not something I really understand, but that’s what happens.” Chris smirks. “What?”

  “Did you open up in those relationships?”

  “Well, I guess, it was…”

  “Did you feel your partner could understand you, Sal?”

  “No.” I blush.

  “It felt the same as with your brothers? That you couldn’t say your peace?” I nod. His grin widens. “Seeing the douches and assholes you dated, I’m pretty sure they had no idea how to use their tongues, fingers or dicks with you, babe. So, for them to use their brains to try to understand all of your hang ups and fears, that wasn’t happening. But with me, I’ve spoken the Salomé language since the beginning of time. As long as you’re with me, you’re not with anybody else; you aren’t even thinking about it, Sal. I won’t share you. Only in nine months with the peanut, but otherwise, you’re mine. You’re bisexual, good, I am as well. I don’t give a shit about that. But I’m committed to you, and I hope you are to me. And when you feel I don’t understand you, you talk to me.”

  He comes closer to kiss me, but I back away. He looks at me confused.

  “I still need to freshen up.” He grunts and kisses my jaw.

  “You do that while I kick our people out. Then we’re going to make out like teenagers.”

  “They’re still here?”

  “If I know anything about the Gritts, they’re just behind the door with a glass to their ear, trying to listen.” We both stand up, and his hand caresses my stomach like an expectant father would do.

  “You’re okay doing this? I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think I tricked you. If you have any doubt, I can raise the baby alone,” I tell him. He shakes his head.

  “I really wish I could kiss you to shut you up, babe. You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

  He’s two steps from the door when I hear him commanding my family to go.

  “Get the fuck out, guys, leave your emergency keys on the bar. You don’t deserve to use them for a while. Let us be, and if any of you say anything to Bella, Ridge or Aaron before we do, I will kick your ass, even you Al. Noted?” I hear some mumbles but nothing I can apparently make out.

  “Out!”

  “Congrats, man,” I hear Luke telling Chris.

  “And, good luck,” Barnabas adds.

  “Bella is going to love this,” Alane pipes in.

  “Tell Baby Cakes that I’ll call her tomorrow,” Dex says, never taking part in my family shenanigans.

  “Dex, as much as I appreciate all you did for me to come back, you’re going to have to wait for her to call you because I’m not sure she’s going to forgive you that easily.”

  I swoon, brushing my teeth, at how Chris knows me and takes my side as if I had been his girlfriend for years.

  “I know,” Dex answers nonchalantly. “But it brought you home, and from what I’m seeing, it worked. I promised Luke it was the last time I was fixing a situation. At least I’m stopping with a bang. I’ll call you tomorrow, Sal!” he screams to me.

  Fixing a situation.

  In a way, I can’t stay mad at Dex.

  Without him, Chris wouldn’t be home.

  As annoyed as I am at my brother-in-law, I know he told Chris about the pregnancy because he knew it was what needed to be done for me not to be doing this alone.

  I come out of the bathroom to find Chris lying on the bed, his arms open, beckoning me to come to bed and hug him.

  “Come here, Snuggles.”

  “I really hate Snuggles,” I tell him, cuddling next to him. I wait for him to say something, but he’s out cold in seconds. I entangle my body with his and close my eyes, falling asleep for the first time in weeks, with a smile on my face and no racing thoughts on my mind. If I were cocky, I would even say I’m happy.

  21

  Chris

  I feel like an asshole for rubbing my cock against her.

  I want her so much, but I know she needs her sleep.

  I never understood guys saying you don’t fuck the mother of your children, like you can’t dirty them up.

  I want to dirty her up so much.

  I would lie if I said it’s the first time that she played a role in any of my fantasies.

  The first time I saw her in a bikini—she was seventeen—I knew I would never see her, ever again, like the little sister she was supposed to be. I was twenty-seven and pushed her luscious ass far away from my mind.

  I couldn’t look at her that way.

  Never.

  But now that she’s mine?

  We’re going to replay all that could have happened.

  I’m going to fuck her like nobody else fucked her before.

  I slide my body down the bed and start my way down her back to her ass, leaving a trail of kisses behind while my fingers caress her breasts.

  “What are you doing?” she murmurs in her sleep.

  “Pretending you’re seventeen and I’m dirtying you up. Turn around, babe. I need to taste you.” She shifts a little in the bed, and I’m now hovering above her pussy, smelling her arousal.

  “It’s something I’ve imagined so many times,” she says. I raise my eyes to meet hers. She’s blushing like a virgin, and I can’t stop grinning.

  “Me dirtying you up in the middle of the night or me licking you?” She blushes some more. My fingers spread her wetness all over her clit.

  “Both.” She sighs. “I wished so hard you would be my first.” I bring my lips to
her cunt and kiss it, then I chuckle.

  “You lost your virginity at fifteen, babe. I saw that you were something other than Aar’s little sister two years later. Your innocence was all gone by the time I realized you had such a beautiful ass. And even then, I wouldn’t have tried anything. So, imagine you’re seventeen, and I just can’t have enough of you.”

  I dart my tongue out and finally bring it to her folds.

  Fuck, she tastes good.

  I press my mouth firmly on her and run the tip of my tongue around her clit.

  I swirl slowly, taking my time to enjoy her with every lick I take.

  “Chris,” she moans, and I apply a little more pressure to have her whimper my name again.

  It drives me nuts to hear it on her lips.

  When her clit is swollen enough, I purse my lips and suck it into my mouth.

  I flick it up and down rapidly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

  I suddenly release her clit, give her a long lick with the flat of my tongue, press my mouth back to her nub and swirl it again, gradually bringing her back to orgasm while my fingers play with her nipples.

  “I need something inside me,” Sal says.

  I shake my head to deny it.

  “I don’t want you to come. I want you to feel good forever,” I quickly say, bringing my mouth back onto her and sucking her clit between my teeth again.

  She gets greedy and rubs herself against my mouth. I let her do it a couple of times before pushing my hand down on her belly to keep her from moving.

  “I want to come, Chris,” she begs. I bring a finger to her entrance and play with her, not letting her know if I’ll push in or not.

  “Please, Chris, please make me come; I’ve waited for so long.” I shove my finger in just a little and circle it around at the same pace as my tongue.

  “How long?” I ask between two flicks.

  “Since I knew a mouth could do that to women.” Her voice is puffing with small acute jerks. She’s almost there. I kiss her cunt at the same time as I insert two fingers directly inside her and look at her riding my fingers.

  “Put your mouth back on me, Chris, or I will fucking kill you.”

  I have her exactly where I want, and I know the minimum touch with my tongue will make her come. I lock my eyes with hers again.

  “Look at me, babe. I want to see you come.” I slowly bring my mouth back on her and blow on her clit before licking. I feel her walls closing in on my fingers.

  “Could I make you come just blowing on you?” I tease her, but I know I’m about to lose my balls if I deny her any orgasms. I blow again, and she moans loudly.

  “Please, make me come,” she says one last time before I take her in my mouth and flick her so fast she explodes in seconds, squirming and screaming under my tongue. I ride her wave, not letting her back away when she thinks she's done and continue playing with her.

  “It’s too much,” she says, but I continue, knowing it’s just a feeling before coming some more.

  To give her some relief, I flatten my tongue and stroke her cunt like I would eat an ice cream cone. My fingers are still in her, but I don’t move them. I clean her up entirely, and when I’m done, she comes again, more in-depth and longer, and I can’t stop smiling against her. She finally let go of the sheets she was holding since I started licking her and grabs my hair.

  “Come here. I want to taste myself on you,” she says, bringing me in for a kiss. My dick is in between her legs now and is twitching at the possibility to get inside her.

  Our tongues touch, and I forget all about my dick for a second.

  My hands are stroking her hair.

  I could kiss her forever.

  If her pussy tasted good, her mouth is divine. It sends chills all over my body, and I need to get inside her. We’re on the same wavelength because her hand finds my cock and pushes it inside of her. Her warmth envelops me, and I grunt.

  “I want to make love to you, Sal. Last time is not how I should have fucked you,” I whisper in between kisses.

  “If I was seventeen and you were dirtying me up, you wouldn’t make love to me, Chris.” I brush a piece of hair from her eyes and gently kiss her nose while thrusting into her.

  “Of course, I would have made love to you. I’m not such an ass.” She hooks her legs around my back and her arms around my neck. She’s so little compared to me, I could carry her while fucking her. I move faster, and I feel my orgasm building. She tightens around me and comes again, her body flushes under mine, and she screams my name once more.

  Fuck if I love that.

  I want to take her tits in my mouth, I want to spank her ass, I want it all.

  Just the thought of it, makes my balls tighten, and after a last thrust, I come hard in the woman I love, my head falling in between her tits.

  “Ouch,” she says, shifting my head to her shoulder. “Thank you for not touching my breasts too much, they are kind of hurting since I’m pregnant.” She kisses the top of my head and runs her fingers on my stubbled chin. “And this is staying, honey. I like the feeling way too much against me.”

  “I like when you call me honey.” I kiss her neck. “And when you sleep naked, I really like it too.”

  “Well, I like you waking me up and calling me babe, but now I need to sleep because I have to work tomorrow. There is a big client I want to impress, and I won’t if I’m tired with bags under my eyes because I was fucked all night long.”

  I pick a piece of her hair and roll it around my fingers.

  “You don’t need to work now that we’re together. I mean, I have enough money to buy a small country, you know…”

  I don’t want her to get tired. Working in event planning means she’s on her feet most of the time; no way that’s good for her. She needs to put her feet up and take care of our child.

  “Did you hear a word I said?”

  “No, I was thinking of your well-being,” I tell her, tilting my head to look at her. Her eyes sweeten at my words.

  “Shit, I was going on about you not telling me what to do, but with words like that, how can I be mad… Nevertheless, I will work if and as long as I want to. I know you’re filthy rich, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Sal,” I grunt, “why would you want to work if you can avoid it?”

  “The same reason why I shave my legs every day. Because I want to be prepared in case there is an emergency. You know my family. We never take anything for granted. Now, let’s not ruin our first night by already disagreeing. How did you end up naked in bed? When I came to snuggle, you were entirely dressed.” She strokes her fingers through my hair, and I feel safer than I have for a long time.

  “I guess I knew in my sleep you were next to me because I woke up naked, and I have no clue where my clothes are.”

  “Horny much?” I push my hips against her thighs for her to feel my erection. “I thought men around fifty took longer to recuperate than young guys?” she teases.

  I prop up on my elbow and give her a stern look.

  “First, I’m not just some guy. I’m yours, and you are hot as fuck. It took me long enough to see it, but jeez, now I can’t get enough of that body, Sal. Secondly, since when is being horny for my woman a problem?”

  I give her a peck, knowing if I kiss her the way I want to, she won’t get the sleep she needs.

  “Your woman?” she asks shyly. I frown.

  “When wasn’t I clear? Do you think I’m just here to fuck you and raise a child, Sal?”

  “I…” I kiss her again to shut her up. I need her to have no doubt I’m here for the long haul. As our kiss deepens and our tongues tangle, she moves around and straddles me.

  “One last round, and then we sleep,” she implores before literally letting herself fall on my hard-on. I grab her breasts and start gently playing with her nipples while she moves sensually. She’s beautiful with her brown hair falling on her shoulders. Her mouth is slightly open, and I feel my dick swell inside of her at the idea of her l
ips being on my cock soon.

  “One last time and then we sleep, I promise.” I feel her flinch for a second, and I remember that her breasts hurt, so I move my hands onto her hips and help her ride me long into the night. When she finally collapses on top of me, I’m the happiest man on Earth, but I can’t shake the worry that is creeping inside me at the idea of her going to work tomorrow.

  What if something happens to her or the baby, and she isn’t with me?

  What if she needs me and I’m not available?

  What if she’s scared of something and doesn’t confide in me?

  I guess I just have to be with her as much as I can to be sure she’s all right.

  I won’t let her out of my sight.

  I just need to convince her that she’s better off staying home.

  Speaking of home, New York is no place to raise a child.

  We should move back to Springs Falls, raise him or her next to our families.

  As I continue going through everything we have to do to be ready for the peanut, I’m amazed she can even fall asleep.

  Eight months is never going to be enough time for us to be prepared for parenthood.

  22

  Salomé

  “Don’t be nervous, babe, it’s going to be fine.”

  My heart squeezes again hearing him call me babe.

  I’m as nervous as when I introduced my first boyfriend to my parents.

  We laid out a plan last night, and we’re sticking with it.

  I wanted to wait to announce it to our families, but Chris insisted that too many people knew already and that someone would get hurt not being part of the ones knowing that we were together and having a baby.

  So, I pushed back my work, yet again, and we drove to Springs Falls.

  First stop, Aaron’s restaurant where we are now, to talk to him—that is, if I ever get out of the car.

  Chris is crouched next to me, the car door open, his hand on my thigh.

  His eyes are green today, and I can tell he’s amused by the situation.

 

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