Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Hornet

Iwalked into my house and laid my helmet on the table in the foyer. My parents and Brook were in the living room playing with Ariel, who had a little plastic rattle in her hand. She kicked her feet and waved her arms around.

“I think she might have gas. If you put her on my shoulder, I’ll burp her,” Brook said.

I stepped from the foyer into the living room and picked up my daughter. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s home,” I said soothingly as I laid her against my shoulder and gently patted her back.

“I burped her already,” my father announced indignantly.

“Apparently, she needs burped some more, old man.”

“Sometimes when you couldn’t get your burp out, I would sit you on my lap and lift your arms up. It stretches the diaphragm and sometimes releases the air trapped in the stomach,” my mother said.

I sat my two-month-old on Brook’s lap and she steadied her head while I tugged her arms gently up a few times. Sure enough, she let loose a huge rather disgusting belch that caused everyone in the room to laugh.

“The next thing you know, she’ll be farting up a storm,” I teased.

Brook wrapped her good arm around her tiny body and bent her head down to drop a kiss on the top of her soft baby hair. “Don’t listen to him. Ladies don’t fart, they fluff.”

My parents laughed again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off this woman who had agreed to be mine. She looked good holding my baby daughter so lovingly in her arms. When she glanced up, our gazes collided, making her blush.

My mom jumped to her feet, plucked Ariel out of Brook’s arms, and situated her in her bassinet again. “You can make googly eyes at your sweetheart while you eat your lasagna, Drue.”

My father smirked as he followed my always entertaining mother into the dining room.

“You told them, didn’t you?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Didn’t know it was top secret information.”

“It’s not. You just don’t know how persistent my mom can be about getting me married off.”

Brook smothered back a smile. “I think she’ll be patient this time. I promised her six grandchildren, so we’ve got five to go.”

“Fucking hell, kitten. Happy to start practicing anytime you want.”

She grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her. When we were face to face, she whispered, “We better behave ourselves in front of your parents, I don’t want them to think I’m some kind of floozy who wants to suck my boyfriend’s cock so badly.”

When our lips touched, it was like our souls fired to life in a way I’d never experienced. Brook was quickly becoming my every-fucking-thing that mattered. I slid my arm around her waist and slowly drew her against my chest.

I didn’t know how long we kissed, but when I pulled back, her eyes were dreamy and unfocused. Pride surged in my chest. This wonderful woman liked me, wanted me, and had agreed to give us a chance to get close.

Brook cupped my jaw with her good hand and smiled at me. “We should go eat some of your mom’s fabulous dinner.”

“Yeah, before my old man hogs it all for himself,” I grumbled, hoping he could hear my raised voice.

“Leave the man alone. I don’t know why you always give him such a hard time,” Brook scolded me good naturedly.

“I do it because he’s an ornery old coot.”

She patted my chest. “Whatever you say, big guy. He loves you too.”

I shook my head in disbelief, she wasn’t wrong. I did love that big ol’ grouch.

When she slid her hand into mine, I escorted her to the dining room. Ariel was sleeping peacefully in the living room, I dropped the baby monitor on the table as Brook and I took our seats.

When we settled down to eat, my mom motioned to me with her fork. “Brook said you found the person involved in her hit and run. Want to tell us all about it?”

I took some time walking them through the morning. I skipped the part where I talked to Brook’s father because I didn’t want to talk out of turn about her family life. I told them about how we got the tip off that her ex had lied to us about where he was the evening of the accident, about how strangely his new girlfriend was acting at the diner after he’d gotten arrested, and how on her way home to drown her sorrows she’d seen Brook and decided to run her off the road.

If I had thought for one second my mom was going to congratulate me on a job well done, I would have been very much mistaken. “I can’t believe you hit that poor woman in the face, Drue. She was clearly mentally ill and needed compassion, not violence.”

Instead of agreeing with her like he normally did, my old man did just the opposite. “I think her problem might have been more drug related than mental illness related. People who are strung out don’t always follow directions and aren’t always reasonable, I say our son did what he had to do in the moment.”

“Thank you. At least someone has a good grasp of the situation.”

My mother looked none too pleased, but rather than arguing, she just shoved another bite of food in her mouth and chewed quietly as I finished up the story telling them about the detective showing up just as she started going into some strung-out meltdown.

When I was finished my father looked me in the eye and said, “You’d best be prepared for that woman’s boyfriend to come looking for you. He will no doubt be looking for some revenge for putting his girlfriend behind bars.”

I snorted a laugh without thinking. “I’m pretty sure he won’t be recovered enough to do that any time soon.”

My mother shot me a disapproving look but said nothing. Brook was also suspiciously quiet, but as she forked in a mouthful of lasagna, I saw the flicker of a smile on her lips.

My father started laughing.

When my mom fixed him with a glare, he shrugged, “Come on Joyce, don’t tell me you didn’t like it when I sorted out that freshman who was giving you a hard time back in college?”

“He did have it coming,” Mom admitted reluctantly.

“There,” my dad said. “Your son takes after his old man. The Davis men always look out for our women, he’s not turning into some hoodlum.”

I sat rubbing my knuckles with their healing grazes. It was probably a good thing I kept club business well away from my folks, or else Pops might be reconsidering his words. But it was true, the Slayers didn’t like to use violence, but sometimes you dealt with people who only understood justice with a fist. I picked up my fork and dug into my dinner.

***

My parents stayed for another hour or so to visit and then headed home. I cleared up after dinner and took care of the baby while Brook hung around giving me pointers. The quicker we got the chores and childcare out of the way, the more time Brook and I could spend together.

Helping Brook shower was the highlight of my day. It gave me an opportunity to examine her still-healing injuries more thoroughly. After being in the hospital for over a week, everything but her arm was mostly healed or at least healing. Luckily, or unluckily, her shoulder had borne the brunt of the impact, and she’d only gotten slight bruising on her left leg which had pretty much faded already. I’d covered the cast on her arm up with plastic again, and she’d complained about how cumbersome it was, and how she couldn’t wait to have a proper shower. The docs had said that if things healed well, then after another week or two they might be able to switch out the fiberglass cast for a removable brace. In the meantime, showers were undertaken with military precision to keep everything dry.

I ran my hands over her soapy body, taking my time to learn which places were tender. I enjoyed taking care of the woman I’d come to cherish. The way she relaxed into my touch warmed my heart. Her trust was such a gift after the long, hard day I’d had.

I carried her to bed after drying her off. Her pale body still bore the evidence of her recent collision, but nothing could detract from her natural beauty in my eyes. When she parted her lovely legs to give me a view of her pretty pink pussy, I knew what she was offering me. I was all too eager to put my mouth on her, to devour her and make her scream my name. As I moved over her, careful to keep my weight off her, lust consumed every inch of my mind and body.

I kissed down her body. There was a long, still healing bruise going diagonally across her torso where the seat belt had left evidence of its work. I carefully kissed around the damaged flesh and down to bury my face between her legs. She smelled and tasted delicious.

I ran my tongue up her soft folds, eager to capture more of her honey on my tongue. She moaned when my tongue collided with her clit. I swirled my tongue around her clit in order to provoke more of those lovely sounds and slid a finger inside her body and searched out her g-spot. That’s when the sounds became beautiful music to my ears.

My cock was so hard that I was leaking all over my sheets. When she came in a gush, I moved up over her, feeling her wrap her legs around me and tug me forward. When my cock was throbbing along her slit, she whispered, “I want you inside me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten. You wanna climb on top?”

She flexed her hips, causing her wet pussy to slide against the length of my cock. “Fucking clever girl,” I whispered.

“I’m just a girl who knows what she wants. You can’t blame me for that.”

“Fuck no, especially when what you want is my cock.”

“It’s been almost three weeks, babe. I might even get my cast off next week.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten. We can wait.”

“My body knows what it wants. Put your thick cock where it belongs and stop overthinking everything.”

I flexed my hips and rubbed the full length of my cock against her clit. She whimpered and pressed her hips against me more firmly. I repeated the same move until she was begging for my cock. Seeing her pretty green eyes fill with urgent need decided it for me. I pulled my hips back and teased her entrance with the tip of my cock.

“Yes. Just like that, babe,” she moaned.

Then I began to move, gently at first, slipping the tip in and out of her wetness, and then sliding in deeper holding her hips so her ass was lifted off the bed, but making sure her damaged shoulder wasn’t jostled. Tonight was gonna be all about sensation for my kitten, and seeing her lying there with her eyes closed in bliss, as her pussy gripped my shaft was beyond anything I could have imagined. Eventually, I pulled back so we could watch my cock thrusting into her sweet pussy. Seeing my cock wet with her honey was one of the most arousing sights I’d ever seen.

“I love you, kitten. You know that, right?”

She nodded and ran her good hand up my chest and back down again to run her finger around the base of my cock while I fucked her. “I love you too, handsome.”

Her softly spoken words hit me right in the feels.

She rubbed the underside of my cock and I gasped. “Oh fuck. That feels good. Your hand is soft, kitten.”

Then I felt her thumb caressing over my heavy sac for a few seconds before she gently squeezed. I came in spurts, filling her with my fresh seed.

I kept fucking her until my erection came back full force. This little vixen of mine loved the feel of my cock. I could see that now. My job was to give her every inch of it whenever and wherever she wanted it.

If I wanted to keep this woman, I’d have to use every tool at my disposal. I’d charm her, use humor, say loving things, and fuck her anytime she’d let me. I’d give her so much time and attention that she’d never want to be anywhere except right by my side.

With one particularly deep thrust, her pussy clamped down on my cock and she screamed my name. Pure male pride surged in my chest. One more quick thrust into her tight body and I was coming again. I wanted to give her all that I had. The thought of us having a child of our own, a playmate for Ariel, made me want to go another round, but I thought better of it because I didn’t want to be greedy, not with this precious gift.