by Brill Harper
“Sorry for the wait everyone,” my dad begins. “She’s fine. She’s going to be okay. We just needed a little time to process things before we could tell everyone.”
Carter finds my free hand and squeezes. It isn’t lost on me how much I need the people in this room. How at this moment, I know exactly where I fit. How I’m scared, but not alone. Where their energy often depletes mine, in this moment, my brothers and sister and grandparents and Charlie are the ones keeping me upright.
“Tell us what, Dad?”
Cancer. It has to be cancer. My mom has been feeling off for days. Tired. Nauseous.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Your mom...well, there’s no easy way to say this.”
My heart pitches down a cavern of sorrow.
“Your mom is pregnant. We’re having a baby. Maybe two.”
Charlie
I CATCH MY SECOND SWOONING woman of the day when Emily’s legs collapse from under her as Carter breaks the awkwardly silent circle first to hug their dad.
“I gotcha, mistletoe.”
Wow. Another baby. Maybe two. That means Amy’s baby will be older than his aunt or uncle.
Emily straightens in my arms. “I’m okay now, thanks.”
But she doesn’t look so good. My pulse speeds up. Everything forgotten but Emily. I pull her back a couple feet from the crowd. “Your color is not great. Are you sure you’re not going to faint? Maybe you should sit down. I can get a nurse or a doctor to check you out.”
She shakes her head. “I’m just...a baby? I don’t even know how to react. I’m honestly just shocked.”
“It’s not good news?”
“No, no, it is. It’s not what I was expecting, but it is great. Greater than great. But, well, I’m sure there are complications to think of. She’s fifty. But I’m happy. And I’m really happy she’s not sick.” She hiccups a breath. “And I’m babbling. I feel like I just drank an entire pot of coffee.”
I frame her face in my hands, cupping her cheeks gently. Searching for what? How would I know if she is okay? I’m not a doctor.
Her eyes are clear and shining with unshed tears. Her face is regaining its color. And then she gives me a lopsided smile. Everything inside me unravels while I look into her eyes. I meant to comfort her. To help her deal with the shock and the fear, but my emotions are unspooling wildly. I’ve lost all slack on the line to my heart.
She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t close her eyes as I brush my lips softly over hers in a hospital waiting room filled with her family. I scrape my teeth lightly over her bottom lip, and she closes her eyes and lets out a little purr of pleasure. I want to tip her head back, deepen this kiss. But no, not here. Not now. I let her go.
Dazed, she joins the rest of the mob around her dad. Mrs. Jones will be staying in the hospital overnight. No, they hadn’t done an ultrasound to see if there were two in there, but it was a real possibility given that she’d given birth to two sets of twins and the fetal Doppler seemed to detect a second heartbeat. No, they hadn’t been planning or trying for another, but yes, once the shock wore off they were both happy. Nervous but happy.
And he wants them all to go home. He’ll bring their mom home tomorrow after the ultrasound, but she gave strict orders that they were not to hang out in the hospital all night. She is fine. This is just a precaution.
The siblings scatter after Mr. Jones returns to his wife. Since their mother won’t know, Amy, Mal, and Emily all want to go to their own homes for the night and meet back at the parents’ in the morning. Without a single excuse that makes sense, Carter gets me to take Emily home. Even though she has her own car. Even though someone will have to take her car to her in the morning. It is a set-up. When Emily doesn’t fight it, I decide not to either.
“Walk me up?” she asks when I pull up in front of her building.
And this is it, isn’t it? The inevitable I’ve been trying to put off?
“Is that what you want?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you from here to your apartment.”
My heart thuds loudly in my ears as I follow her in. She unbuttons her coat and pulls the chain on an old-fashioned lamp. The warm glow from its leaded-glass pattern catches all the different shades of her hair.
...inevitable.
The word echoes in my head, mocking me. Encouraging me.
She throws her coat onto a chair and stretches her ear to her shoulder, elongating that neck I’d like to spend hours nibbling and sucking.
...inevitable.
She rolls her aching shoulders back, lifting her pert breasts in their prim blouse and cardigan.
...inevitable.
Who am I to fight it? If she’ll have me, I am hers. At least for tonight.
But only for tonight.
The weight lifts off me. I’ve probably already fallen in love with her. There is no way around that. But she will be more careful with her heart. I’ll leave town before she gives it to me. We’ll have this night. Then she can move on from the shadow she’s been hiding in. Find the guy that is right for her. Smart like her. The guy who knows how to stay.
“You can stay,” she nearly echoes my thoughts. “If you want.” She fidgets with her sleeves, pulling them down like she prefers them, so that only her fingertips poke out.
“I do.”
I shrug off my own coat, watching her watching me. She doesn’t seem frightened, but I want her to be sure. Sure she is ready. Sure she understands what I can and can’t give her. I move slowly, dropping my jacket on the same chair she put hers.
She reaches for me first. An innocent caress from my temple to my cheek that damns me forever to a longing I know time will not erase. She’ll move on, but I have a feeling I never will.
She unbuttons her cardigan with trembling fingers, eyeing me warily. As if daring me to react.
The blouse comes next. Slowly, God so slowly, she undoes the buttons. The scant inch of skin exposed by the two pieces makes me harder than any lacy lingerie or tight mini-skirt ever could. She presses her lips together, tension tightening her features, going someplace else mentally. As she is about to separate the blouse from her body, I tell her to stop.
I want all her attention to stay right here. In this room.
“Just wait,” I say as I cross behind her and undo her hair from the elastic band that holds her braid. Fingering through the golden waves, I feel the relaxed sigh of her muscles as she eases closer to me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her all the way to my chest and resting my chin on her shoulder. Holding her, just holding her. I commit the moment to memory. The way she melts into me. The fresh linen smell of her. Even the way I hurt with wanting her so much.
I nuzzle her neck, remembering how much she liked it last night when I took her earlobe in my mouth. When I repeat the move, she squirms against me, shuddering with pleasure. Feeding my own.
It is my hands that remove her blouse as she comes alive under my caresses with little quivers. All the things she’s been hiding so deeply inside her rising to the surface. For me. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, I nip and lick a trail up and down her spine, pausing briefly to unfasten the bra that keeps getting in my way. She stiffens for a second, but relaxes again by the time it hits the floor. I try to stop thinking of her tits the way I saw them on the screen last night. Try and fail. I really want to see them again now, but worry my reaction might damage the ground we’ve gained.
It dawns on me just how much responsibility I have tonight. All the ways I can screw it up. A hot ball of panic rises in my throat, but I swallow it down, fire and all. What she needs is a man. A confident lover to erase the touch of her last. I will be that man or I will die trying.
I spin her around and latch on to one tit using my whole mouth, my tongue, my teeth as I walk us to the wall so she has some support. She is going to need it. I intend to turn every muscle she has to jelly.
She arches and cries out, first maybe in s
hock, but then in a desperate keening sound I’ll hear long after this night is gone. Her fingers grasp my shirt like a lifeline as I drive her on and on with my mouth. Her breasts are perfect. Better in person. And that they’ve been in protective custody for so long is a crime. She is sensitive, more so on the left, so I spend a lot of time there.
Sucking. Biting. Sucking some more.
Desire claws at me inside like a feral beast. I am sure we are both going to come just from me sucking on her breast.
I pick up her hands and pin them against the wall on either side of her head. “I just want to look at you.” For both of us, she needs to be okay with that.
She nods and I touch her with my gaze. The milk-pale skin, red where I scraped with my teeth. The rose-tipped nipples, proudly hardened with desire. The freckles that dot her chest. I don’t know much about art, but I know it when I see it.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Charlie...” She pauses. “I want to feel you. Your skin.”
Done. I need it too. To have nothing separate us. Flesh to flesh.
I take my hands off her long enough to reach back and pull my flannel and undershirt over my head.
She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly to her. Her heart drumming against mine.
I am lost to her now.
My hands skim the column of her waist, and my mouth takes hers hotly. She begins to move instinctively against me, her tits crushed between us. Nothing in this life has prepared me for this. For the feelings coursing through me like blood. I want to protect her, and at the same time, devour her. There is nothing safe about love. Not for me. Not for her. I know that now.
Her skirt and panties get pushed down, and I follow them, dotting her body with kisses as I go. I murmur words of love against her stomach, her hip, the top of her thigh. She tenses when I kiss her in the soft curls of her pussy, but goes lax as I draw all her passion to her clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say into her cunt, and her fingers go to my head.
She’s wet and getting wetter. And I just keep lapping her up. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here, right here. In her perfect folds. Her juices coating my tongue.
I pull one of her legs over my shoulder so she needs to rely on me for balance. “Ride my face, Emily.”
She stills. Paused like I just stopped a movie.
“Baby, you’re the sweetest thing I ever tasted. I want that honey all over my face.”
Her legs are trembling.
“Am I the first man to eat your pussy?”
She nods, that pretty pink stealing over her face, neck, and chest.
“I like that. Love it. Knowing I’m the first one to taste you here. I’m going to ruin this pussy for all other men. The things my tongue is going to do to you...you’ll be begging me to fuck you with it before long. And I will. I don’t care if you feel embarrassed right now. I don’t care if you used to think this was dirty or wrong. All that matters to me is getting every last drop of your cream now. You understand.”
She moans. “Yes.”
“Then fucking ride my face, Emily. Give me what’s mine.”
I dive back in, swiping her folds with my tongue. Nuzzling my nose against her clit. She moans again and starts grinding back. I’m in fucking heaven.
My balls are full and aching. I want to come inside her. Inside her mouth. Inside her pussy. Inside her ass. I want it all. I want to see my seed dripping out of her. I’m like some kind of animal.
My tongue starts fucking her like it’s my dick, and she tightens around it. I want to tell her to come, but I’m not moving my face away from this pussy.
She doesn’t take long to climax, and I watch her face as the pleasure overtakes her. Her shock. Her smile. Her surprise when it starts rising again when I get my finger in her and find her G-spot.
She is so tight around my finger. The weight of responsibility hits me again as I realize she is nearly a virgin. It might be painful for her if I don’t take care. And so I worship her for a long time. When I carry her to her bedroom, she is boneless in my arms. I settle her on the bed and wonder if I might have to let her nap first, but as soon as she hears the rustle of my pants she sits up, watching intently. Eagerly. I raise my brows.
“I’m only shy about my body, not yours,” she explains, wearing a smile I haven’t seen before. One I put on her face. “I want to touch all of you.”
“Oh, really?” She doesn’t look so shy right now, thank God. She isn’t covering up. Isn’t turning pink. Isn’t doing anything but waiting for me to finish taking off my underwear. And her words push my need for her higher. To the breaking point.
And then she gets tired of waiting and crawls to the end of the bed, up on her knees, and without taking her eyes off mine, lowers my shorts. “Really.”
She touches me with wonder. Laughs at my harsh hiss of pleasure. I won’t last, not like this. Not with her caresses and the way she scrapes her nails along my skin when she takes me into her mouth. So I thread my fingers through that golden hair and pull her back up, kissing her until she is breathless. Until she falls back on the bed with me above her, until I pull away briefly to put on the condom.
I don’t want to wear a condom. I’ve never fucked anyone raw, and I’d love for her to be my first. I think about what it would feel like. What it would be like when I cum into her, knowing my seed could put a baby in her. Fuck. Who am I right now?
Pushing my caveman breeding urges to the side, I get back between her thighs, thumping my cock on her clit. She’s so fucking wet. I notch my dick at her pussy and ease in slowly. So slowly.
Her body yields sweetly to me. My heart does the same for her. I’ve never loved anyone. Never used my heart. Never thought it even worked. But I love now.
She comes again, crying out my name as soon as I get all the way in and my balls are touching her ass. Damn. Nothing has ever felt so good as her tightening around my cock and scraping her nails down my back.
I let go. Let the primal beat overtake me. Let my heart open fully. Let the world collapse and obliterate all that was old and unwanted.
I shake with the need to tell her. To make her understand. But I’m not that brave. So I rut her like a mindless animal, hoping somehow she can hear what my heart is saying every time my dick hits home.
Now that I know all I’ve been missing, how will I ever let her go after tonight?
And tonight is all I have.
When I come, it’s like a beast has taken over my body. The way I roar. The way my cock jerks over and over again. The way my hands grab her hair and pull her into my kiss. I don’t think it’s ever going to stop. And when I finally roll off her, I think maybe I might actually be dead.
Not a bad way to go.
And then my thoughts turn to reality. To how bad it’s going to suck saying goodbye. To knowing I’ll never feel like this again.
I should get the fuck out of this town before I screw up her life any more.
“Charlie?” She breaks the silence.
“Yes.”
“You’re leaving me tomorrow, aren’t you?”
How did she know what I was thinking?
“Yeah. I think it’s best. I don’t... I’m not staying in Maple Grove. It would be wrong for me to lead you on.”
She bristles and pulls out of my embrace. “I’m a big girl. I know I’ve had some issues, but I’m not naive. I don’t need to be protected.”
I roll to my side to look at her. “I’m not trying to be an asshole. The longer we hang on, the more it will hurt. But I don’t want you comparing me to—”
“Don’t.” She sits up. “Don’t bring him in here and ruin this for us. I always knew you would leave. You never told me you would stay. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I thought you were.”
Well, now I know exactly what an icepick to the heart feels like. “You wouldn’t have had sex with me if I was staying?”
“No. You helped me because you were just what I needed. A te
mporary lover. Someone who cared about me and respected me, but someone who isn’t part of my life. Who doesn’t know who I was before that night. Someone who won’t know what I become after this one. So don’t patronize me with your fears of leading me on. I didn’t let you make love to me to get me over my fears. I chose you.”
God, I love her.
I sit up too. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I didn’t mean to sound patronizing.”
“You should stay through Christmas.”
Every day I stay will make it that much harder to leave. “I need to go find out who I am when I’m not Sarge.”
She nods. “But you’ll stay tonight.”
“You sure you want me to? I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you. That all I wanted was—”
“I thought we just established that I was using you for sex. Let’s get under the covers, though, because I’m freezing.”
Chapter Thirteen
Emily
CHARLIE IS GONE WHEN I wake up.
I knew, as I fell asleep, that he would go.
My heart aches unpleasantly, but he gave me so much more than he took.
He is scared. I understand. He took a lot on in this past week. Going from a loner to the thick of a large family Christmas. The drama of my parents. The drama of my insecurities. It was enough to overload anyone, and he also has his own big changes to think about.
But a note would have been nice.
I want to be pragmatic about it. Many women have one-night stands or short-term relationships. You don’t have to be in love or in a committed relationship to have sex. Good sex. Fantastic sex. But I’m not pragmatic. And my heart was already in the game. And while I wouldn’t trade this last week with him for anything in the world, I still wish he would have stayed. Had wanted to stay.
Even though I told him differently.
I knock on Sheila’s door way too early, but I can’t wait any longer.