Chapter 24

Eden

Feeling him inside me, so full, stretching me and making me his, is like nothing I thought I'd ever feel again. It's good, so damned good. And I tell him so.

I can't not. Everything with him feels electric, like it was always meant to be this way.

I had almost forgotten how good things were with him. He's big, and I know I'm going to be feeling it, as well as the bruised side of my body tomorrow from the fall. But I'll worry about that then.

The main thing is we're here, and it feels damned good. The circumstances might be less than ideal, but when are things ever perfect?

To think I was the one harping on about taking things slower and seeing how they panned out… Look at me now, on my back with my husband seated deep inside me after a round of orgasms he thought he'd just throw in to get me started.

I cling onto him for dear life. "Oh, Brook. That's so good."

He moves slowly, kissing me with the same speed as his hips, being as careful as he can. Thank goodness for pain relief. "You feel so fucking amazing," he says in between kisses. "I've missed you, Baby Doll."

"I've missed you too, Brookie."

He thrusts a little to test the waters, the end of him hitting somewhere deep.

"I'm not going to break," I assure him as he pulls his head back to look at me.

"You sure?" he murmurs, nestling back into my neck. His lips brushing my skin, his soft beard tickling me as he speaks. "Remember that time I broke you in the backseat?"

I giggle, pushing against his hips with mine. "I remember. I was a good girl until I met you."

He grins into my skin, kissing and nipping, rolling his hips so slow and carefully. His sexy ass moving back and forth with the rhythm as my hands reach around to grab his tight buns and pull him even more towards me. "Ohhh," I groan. "Baby, you're so big and so deep."

"And you're tight, E. So tight for me." He bucks as my breasts jiggle against his chest, my nipples brushing his skin, teasing them even more. That sexy tattoo stares me in the face. The inscriptions aren't large, in fact, my name is intertwined between the red roses, vines and leaves surrounding his heart. It's pretty and it makes my heart to somersaults to know I'm inked on his skin.

We still need to talk about that later and I need to know what the hell he was thinking when he got it permanently inscribed into his flesh.

For now, I hang on for the ride as he thrusts hard but keeps the pace slow.

He holds one of my breasts and tugs on my nipple as we find our sexy rhythm. His other hand slides between us and finds my sweet spot, rubbing my tender bud with his finger.

"Brook," I bite into his shoulder as we rock. His cock is doing crazy things to me, as well as his hands.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm close again."

"Good. I wanna feel you come, all over my cock, honey." He bobs his head and grazes my nipple with his teeth, suckling again, knowing that's the best way to go about it.

My hips start to double in pace, I'm no longer caring about my injury. He matches me and we bounce together, our skin sweaty and making sexy slapping noises. He moves to the other nipple, sucking and tugging until I'm on the verge. One more sensual lick with that expert tongue and I'm screaming his name. My inner walls give in, tugging and exploding outwards, sending waves of motion over my entire body. It feels like I've been catapulted into orbit and now I'm floating as I let go and enjoy every pleasurable hum that ripples through me. I feel his body wrap around me like a warm blanket, encasing me, keeping me safe as he plunges even deeper.

He doesn't stop there; he goes for a second and pulls back to watch my face this time.

"I'm so fucking close, angel. You're tugging me so tight, Daddy's gonna come with you."

"Oh, yes," I cry out as he moves to my nipple and suckles once more. Brushing the soft bristles of his beard over it. We're pumping harder now, in and out, in and out until I can't take any more of the glorious pace.

I know he must be seconds away, as he pops my nipple out of his mouth, casting his eyes down to where we're joined. "Baby, that's it. Right there, oh fuck, oh fuck."

"Brookie!" My walls tug again and another massive release explodes the same time I feel him still and pulse, groaning loudly. His hot seed explodes inside me as I cling to him like a koala bear, hanging on for the ride. We squeeze each other tight, never wanting to let go as we slowly come down from our high.

When we're both spent and I can breathe again, I flop my head back to the cushions and he releases his grip on me.

"Holy fucking shit." He swipes his hand through his hair as I watch his bicep bulge with the movement. His body is hot and sweaty on top of me. I've never seen a sexier sight.

"That beard," I muse, pulling him down to kiss me. "It's so sexy."

"You're gonna be saying that when it's between your legs, baby."

I groan at the thought of it.

"You want this Daddy to eat you out?"

"Maybe after I've sucked you off."

"Sounds like the rest of a great evening."

We both laugh. He holds his body carefully above me, taking his weight off by pressing the palm of his hand into the couch. It seems he's in no rush to pull out and break the connection. My hand touches his face, my fingers gliding down to his neck as he looks at me in the dim light of the lampshade.

"This is what we've been missing out on all this time?" I whisper.

"Maybe we're crazy for not doing it sooner." He bends to kiss me again before slowly easing out, the couch dipping as he lays down next to me. I can feel his hot body, and his hot dick, pressing into me.

"That was amazing, Brook. Just what I needed after today."

"Trust me, I didn't think I'd wake up this morning thinking I'd be inside you again. My palm has been my friend for too long now."

"Brook!" I give him a gentle shove on the shoulder.

"What? I do it daily. Sometimes more than once."

The heat comes to my cheeks so fluidly, flushing at the thought. "You do?"

"Any chance I get."

"That's hot, actually."

"Glad you think so." He lays back with his arm behind his head, showing off that succulent bicep again. "You know what I was thinking about the other day when I was going at it?"

I giggle like I'm a schoolgirl again. "What?"

"About our wedding night."

"Oh, God!" I cover my face with my hands.

"I know. Remember all that fluffy stuff in your dress, I couldn't get to you as quickly or as easily as I wanted to."

"You got caught up in the tulle." I laugh. "You looked really sexy though, shoving my dress up to my hips and sitting me on that hay bale."

"We were so fucking horny. Not much has changed for me when it comes to you."

I glance at him, my lips momentarily pursing. "We're crazy."

"Maybe we are. But I find it helps to be a little crazy, at least in my family it does."

"What are we gonna do?"

He reaches down to kiss me softly again. "Well, after you give Daddy a small break, and we've eaten, I'm going to eat you out."

I balk at the idea. He may have mentioned it before but I didn't realize he was serious. We really are going to do it all. Hopefully the pain relief doesn't wear off any time soon. "I'm happy to assist Daddy with anything he wants."

"Be careful saying that," he chuckles. "This Daddy wants to take Momma to the stars and back."

"You already did."

"Then I'll do it again, and again, and again."

I smile like an idiot snuggling into his chest, my hand resting against his heart. I just feel so happy.

It feels so good to be with him again like this. I have no regrets. Not one at all.

Brook warmed up our burgers and fries and gave Noodle some dinner in her bowl.

Then he helped me shower to wash off our sweat and sex before we did it all again.

True to his word, he took me to bed and ate me out like a man who has been starving all this time. Devouring every inch of me.

I've never let anyone do that except Brook. He doesn't know it, but it's true.

The way his beard tickled me in all the right places because of its softness was such a turn on. My nipples were teased deliciously senseless with him playing with them and running his scruff over them for most of the night. I requested he lift his hips up to my mouth so I could suck him off right after he made me come with his tongue. He was so pent up from that, he pulled out suddenly, holding onto his cock at the base, spurting his release all over my breasts. Something he has always loved to do.

He cleaned us both up with a warm flannel afterward and laid beside me for another breather.

We've been silent for a while now, but I know he's not asleep.

"This tattoo?" I whisper. Trailing light fingertips over his heart, feeling the ripple of muscle under my touch, and the light smattering of dark hair.

"Ah that." I'm not looking at his face, but I know he's smiling.

"Yes, that. Did I tell you Blake told me just recently?"

"Yes, you did. I suppose it had to come out sooner or later."

"When did you get it?"

"Right before the last time we broke up," he says. "When I thought we were getting back together."

My heart aches hearing that. I feel the pull of the weight of it in my chest. "Oh, Brook. I had no idea." I trace my finger over my name and then Blake's. I feel tears form in my eyes.

"I know we tried. Maybe the time just wasn't right," he says in a whisper. "But we're older now. We're both where we want to be with everything else."

"I'm sorry we let it slip away."

"I'm sorry, too."

I feel the tear spring to my eyes and I feel unable to stop them. He lifts his head to look at me. "Baby doll, there's nothing to regret. These things happen. It's all part of the journey."

"But we still loved each other. We just couldn't see the forest for the trees."

"It was difficult for us being young parents. Of course we love Blakey, but it was hard work in the beginning."

"We lost sight of each other," I say sadly. "What are we going to do differently this time?"

"We just got to give it time, E. Let's get to know each other again. I know we're in bed together now, but we've always had more than just sexual chemistry."

"See how things go, is that what you're saying?"

"If we're serious about it, then we have to be all in. So you need to think about that when I'm gone tomorrow. I want to know how you feel when I'm not with you."

"I think you know."

"Maybe so, but we need to be sure."

"I agree. We can't break this to anyone just yet."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Were you planning on keeping me a secret?"

He nuzzles into me again. "My dirty little secret."

"You!" I swat him away in jest, but he snuggles right back into me, his hand finding my uninjured hip and tugging it toward him.

"You ain't seen nothing yet. Lucky the left side of your body is on the mend, otherwise those legs would be up over my shoulders, woman."

"Ooh, you promise?"

"Yes, when you get better. I told you, I don't want to break you. Not when we have so much more to do."

"Oh, so we're doing this again?"

"We can have some fun while we get to know each other again, can't we?"

"Sneaking around like old times?"

"Why not." He shrugs. "I'm up for it, always."

My hands dip to the edge of the duvet, feeling under it where his cock is tenting out, bulging and ready for me again. My fingers slide over his thick girth, the breath in my throat hitches as I grab a hold.

"It sure feels like it."

"I'm serious. I wanna do it on hay bales and in the back of my truck like we used to, babe. If you're up for it?"

"So, we're screwing on the side?"

He laughs heartily now, one hand clutching his chest. "That's my girl. Letting me do you wherever I want." He groans sexily in my ear as I keep my firm grip on his cock, my core tightens at the noise he makes. I turn my head to kiss him, we're all tongue this time. My cheeks flame with desire and I love it when there's no bars held between us.

"You're on."

He draws back to look at me. "Really?"

"Like you said, we can have some fun, right?"

"I don't want you getting all in your head about everything else. We're going to work it out. I'm not letting you go again without a fight."

He slides over the top of me as I lay back on the pillows and take him in. "That's the best thing I've ever heard, Brookie."

He chuckles in the dark and strokes himself between us, holding himself steady, he finds my entrance and slowly slides back into me.

Oh it's coming all so naturally now. Like we've never been apart all these years.

My mind isn't keeping up with everything that's happened tonight. I'm almost delirious with the events that have led us to this point.

If I try to recap it all, my head might just explode.

All I know is that we have tonight, and the next night, and as long as it takes for us to work ourselves out. And I may be jumping the gun a little, but Brook made it pretty clear he's been feeling this for a while now. And underneath it all, I have too. I just wasn't ready to admit it. And I still have my reservations, because if we do have another go at things, I want them to work this time. We couldn't go through all of this just to end up apart again. My heart couldn't take it.

One thing is for sure, it's a bizarre turnaround of events between us and I'm starting to think this non-divorce thing could be the best thing that has ever happened to us.

Maybe Brookie was right all along. Maybe this happened for a reason.

It sure feels different having Brook in my bed when I wake early. I shuffle around the kitchen making coffee while he's still sleeping. I know it's going to be slow when I take Noodle on her morning walk today and getting ready for work.

I make a mental note of everything I have to do later on, as well as what has happened in the last twelve hours, and none of it includes screwing my accidental husband.

But he takes me by surprise, yet again, when I jump into the shower to ease the ache down the side of my body. It's bruising now and feels very tender to the touch. At least I can walk again, though I'm definitely slower than normal.

I feel his eyes on me before I see him. Turning in the shower, I see he's leaning in the doorway looking oh so sexy, one hand on his hip, giving me eyes like a man never has done before — at least, not any other man.

"Good morning," I say, glancing down at the wood he's sporting in his boxers. He must have put them on at some stage. "You're happy to see me."

"How could I not be?" He shoves them down and lets his awaiting cock spring free.

I stare at it hungrily. "You better jump in here."

"How are you feeling?" he asks, moving toward me and opening the shower screen door as I watch his throbbing third leg bob as he comes closer.

"A little sore."

"Your hip and leg or…?"

I blush. "Everything."

He grins, stroking himself a few times. "How sore?"

It's a little more confronting by the light of day, that's for sure. "Only a little."

He moves in front of me and I feel that tingle low in my belly as the wetness pools between my legs. He bends down to kiss me. "You look beautiful this morning."

"You're very sweet, but I'm sure I don't."

"Yup. You do. Say, why don't you kneel your good leg on the ledge here and let Daddy help you forget your soreness."

My nipples pebble at his words. I have a wide ledge in my shower where you can even sit if you want to, mostly it houses my shampoo bottles, razor and shower gel. I've never used it for screwing. "Does he ever get tired?" I titter, my eyes glazing south.

"Not around you."

I turn and do as he suggested, resting my right knee on the ledge as he comes up behind me and wraps a strong arm around my waist. Bending me forward slightly as I place my hands on the tiles. I feel his hand slide between us as he touches my wet heat, breathing into my neck. His other hand reaches up to my nipples and tugs on each one a few times. He lines up and I sink back the same time he pushes in.

"OH, God!" My head rocks back and rests on his shoulder as he kneads my breasts and kisses my neck in soft, delicious strokes. Holding himself deep inside me, his fullness spreads me apart in ways I'd almost forgotten. It's like he's letting me slowly get used to him being there. He starts to pump in and out after a moment, moving back and forth in that sexy way he does.

"This is gonna be quick," he murmurs, rocking his hips faster, my ass slamming against him. His hand reaches to my sweet spot and pinches my clit.

We rock fast and steady, while I ignore the pain in my side from the fall. I'll need to put some ice on it when I get out, but it's well worth it to have this first thing.

We're both falling in record time, pulsing in tandem, our grunts and moans echoing around the bathroom, filling the once quiet space. It's still the best sex I've ever had in my life and I love how he pulls my back to his chest and doesn't let go.

It feels so good with him, better than I could ever imagine. It's like we're finally one.