64: Baby Love

Belinda

       I'm sitting here at Hurricane, the same place where I ran into that ex of Erin's, and I'm staring at the picture of my great-grandmother when I hear a familiar voice behind me.
       "I didn't expect to see you here."
       It's Julian, and he sounds happily surprised.
       I turn and smile at him, "True. This isn't my usual Friday night spot, but I wanted something a little different today."
       Tonight is karaoke night at Hurricane, and so far, the participants are terrible. That's part of what makes karaoke fun though.
        Julian laughs a little and says, "This is certainly different from Bryce's bar with this junk they're trying pull off as 'music.' " He takes the bar stool next to me.
       I laugh as well and ask, "Then why do we choose to come on nights like these when we know what's going to happen?"
        "I suppose that's one of the great mysteries of the universe," he answers me with a smile.

        I'm happy that Julian is talking to me. I'd worried that he'd avoid me like the plague after what had happened the last time I gave him a massage. I tactfully decide to leave that out of our conversation - which has lulled into an awkward pause.
        I pull out my old standby. "Do you know who that woman in the picture is?"
        "Yes. That's Gloria Love."
        I smile as I look over at him. Not many people get that right, maybe one out of twenty, but I figure it has to do with the clientele of the joint. "Correct. She's also my great-grandmother."
        "No way," he says in a state of awe. I love it when I get this reaction. "She was inducted into the hall of fame recently wasn't she?"
       Wow, he really knows! My little smile turns into a big grin. "Yes. It's kinda funny because for the longest time, the world forgot about her, Then there was this sudden surge of interest in her again for no reason people can pin down. It just sorta... happened. Then people realized she'd been overlooked in history, and they put her in. My mom went in her honor," I tell him and hope I don't sound like I'm bragging. It occurs to me that he may already know everything I just told him. Oh well.
      "I guess you never realize who people are and where they come from sometimes," he mentions quietly. Louder, he says, "I have a few of her old records and then a few CDs. I'd love to get my hands on some of her old phonographs."
      I raise an eyebrow and ask, "Really?"
      "Yes..." he lets his answer trail out in a questioning way.
      "I have some. My great-grandfather ordered a hundred of all of them at one time, and of course, he never needed all of them."
      He smiles, puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture, and says, "I'm not asking for you to sell them to me. I'd feel guilty especially since you're her descendant. I would like to have a listen though."
      "My player needs a new needle," I say.
      "Then why not bring them over to my place and I'll play them on my old Victrola," he offers.
      "That would be... nifty!" I crack up laughing at the word I chose.

 

Pamela

     Simon finally comes home, and he greets me in my favorite way. I hate him working those several-day-long shifts because I miss him like mad. This time has been especially difficult because I have news that I hope will make him happy. I didn't want to tell him over the phone.
      "Hey, baby," he says in his beautifully deep voice.
      "Hey, Uncle Simon!" we hear coming from the hallway before Adele bounds into the room.
      Simon lets go of me so that he can hug Adele before kissing her on the cheek.
      "Jer-jer ate dirt today!" she announces and then laughs at Simon's expression.
      I put my forehead in my hand and say, "That child's hands are fast."

      Jeremy comes toddling in, and Simon gets down on one knee to hug his son. He's so great with kids. When I first met him, he acted so tough and macho. Then when I saw him playing with Adele before one of our first dates, I was happily surprised at the more warmhearted, tender side he showed. It was so sexy. ...Still is.
     Lost in my little reverie, I come back to the here and now to see that Simon has pulled out the bottle I stuck in the fridge for later and handed it to Jeremy. He's is too old for bottles, but we humor him.
     And we're going to need those bottles again, I think happily.
     Adele picks up Jeremy and carries him to the television so that they can watch their favorite show. I walk over to Simon and grab his hand to drag him back into the bedroom. Well, there's actually no dragging involved because he happily follows behind me, understanding my wordless suggestion with a smile.

      When we get in our bedroom, he immediately wraps his arms around me and kisses me much more passionately than he did in the living room. His hands are already at the hem of my shirt in anticipation of removing it.
      Maybe what I have to say can wait, I think as I unbuckle his suspenders and remove his shirt at light speed before running my greedy hands all over his chest and abs. There's one good side effect about his job, I think while he makes me stop what I'm doing so that he can remove my shirt.
      We have to be fast. Adele understands that Simon and I like to be alone for a while after he gets home from a long stay at work, but she thinks we're only kissing in here. Well, we do that too.
      Simon jerks my shorts and panties down roughly from where he crouches on the floor. Then he surprises me by shoving his face between my legs and circling my clit with his tongue. I cry out and grab his dreads in my fingers as I fight to remain standing.
      "Oh, baby," I gasp out, "I missed... you."
      He laughs a deep laugh in the back of his throat and gives me a chance to catch my breath as he works his way up my abdomen. I coyly step away and walk towards the bed. He stands up and watches me while I watch him remove his boxer shorts. His huge erection gleefully springs free from the confines of his clothing, but he doesn't give me much time to enjoy looking at him as he takes two steps over to the bed where I wait for him.

     Without a word, he lifts my legs up and pushes himself into me. I cry out from the intense pleasure of finally having my husband's dick inside me. Damn, I really missed him.
     He lets out a sigh as I guess he has similar thoughts running through his mind. Then he starts to rock his hips into me, pulling my legs up with him as he crouches over me. Our eyes meet for a few seconds as he slowly fucks me, and I enjoy every inch of him as he moves in and out of my wet center at an unhurried pace. In the back of my mind, I always worry when he takes it slow because of Adele and Jeremy, but I never ask him to speed up. I could never tire of this.
    "Sweet Pamela," he whispers, breaking our eye contact as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back a little to take a deep breath. His tempo never falters.
     I close my eyes when I feel that delicious tightening in my lower belly as my orgasm tells me of its impending arrival. Simon still doesn't speed up, and I have to breathe fast before biting hard on my lip to keep from crying out. It's only at this moment do I wish he would speed up, but I still don't ask because I know how good it will be if he doesn't.
     I whimper a little when he applies more force, and I can feel him brush up against my cervix. I throw my arms back on the bed on either side of my head and moan as I continue to slowly rise up to that desired moment.

     I whisper his name just before I finally climax. He whispers something I don't catch because I'm too caught up in him moving inside me at an even slower tempo as waves of pleasure rock the foundation of my universe. I'm in a state of nirvana as he thrusts himself into me over and over, saying my name and groaning softly. I love watching his mouth say my name.
    I grab one of the pillows next to me so that I can scream into it before moving it aside and watching my husband as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
     A whimper escapes me as I feel it happening again.

    "Fuck," he whispers. "Give it up, baby." I feel him throbbing inside of me. Everything is so sensitive when I'm like this. I remember loving sex when I was pregnant with Jeremy, and I'm glad to see that, at least for now, nothing has changed. Simon's eyes meet mine and hold me prisoner as he groans, "C'mon, give The Dragon his sweet seconds."
     I can't keep from crying out as I come again, and he groans as he pours himself into me, his dick thrusting so far into me that I cry out again, a little concerned.

    He pulls out and lays down to kiss me. "I love you," he says quietly to me. Then, he's quiet for a second before he says in a questioning way, "Something was different though."
    I work on catching my breath as I ask, "Really?"
    "Yeah," he says.

     When I pull back, I smile at him and say, "We're going to have a baby."
    I laugh at the look on his face. He looks like he's been knocked stupid.
    "Why do you act so surprised? We were trying, weren't we? You doubted your ability to knock up your woman?" I ask in a teasing voice.
     His expression changes to a broad smile before he tackles me back against my pillow and kisses me passionately.

63: Good Boy/Bad Boy

Erin

     We get back to Bryce's place, and after putting Adele to bed, he takes a shower. When he comes out of the bathroom, he finds me standing in front of his dresser looking at some pictures. My attention is drawn to the one where he holds a toddler Adele.

     He wordlessly walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

     "Hey," I say and reach a hand back to run my fingers through his hair. He answers me by kissing my neck. "You look weird with longer hair," I finish.

     "Hm?" he mumbles into my shoulder. "What do you mean?"

     "That picture with you and Adele. The older one," I clarify while he tightens his arms around my waist and presses himself fully against me.

     "Have I ever told you how much I love these shorts?" he asks, his mind obviously elsewhere other than the topic I chose. A single hand roves around the front of my shorts before settling comfortably between my legs. "I'm so glad you're here tonight," he whispers as his fingers start moving.

      I gasp out, "Well, I can tell what kind of mood you're in."

      He chuckles a little before saying, "Like there would be any doubt?"

     He turns me around and continues, "Speaking of which..."

     I interrupt him, "You mean what I did earlier in the bathroom didn't tide you over?" I hope he can see the humorously-mischievous gleam in my eyes.

     He does, and he smiles. "It helped, but you know me better than that. Three days. I've been going insane." He drags his thumb across my lips as we stand here quietly for a few seconds.

     I hadn't realized. Hm. Three days? 

     I suddenly realize my period is late. Fuck!

     "Like I was saying..." he starts again, "... I have a request. More like a 'begging, pleading, what do I have to do to get this again?' kind of thing." He sees the look of panic in my eyes. "What is it? What's wrong?"

     I quickly work at changing my expression back to a more neutral one. "Nothing," I reply.

     "Erin, don't give me the bullshit 'nothing' response. It's obviously something," he says sternly.

     "No, seriously. I'm curious about what you want so bad that you're willing to beg. This should be interesting." I hopefully distract him with a wicked twinkle in my eyes.

      He watches me calculatingly for a few seconds before he decides to tell me. "That thing that you torture me by forcing me to be still."

      "You're asking to be tortured," I state the question with one eyebrow raised.

      He smiles and says, "That kind of torture? Hell yes. I'm begging."
      I love that smile. "You're such a bad boy, Bryce."
      "No, I'm not," he responds with a mockingly-hurt expression. "I'm good."

      "At least," he says then kisses me gently on the lips, "that's what you said last time." He kisses me again too lightly. "Although... it was so long ago that I'm having trouble remembering."
      "Three days," I state. "You'd think you were about to shrivel up and die," I tease. He'd better stop kissing me so lightly because it's driving me insane.
      "Nothing shriveling here," he says a little too seriously before he kisses me way to sweetly. Damn it! I need more than that, and he knows it!

     He groans with pleasure when I attack him. Sonofa... he wanted me to do that, I think when he FINALLY kisses me like I need him to.
      His hand slides down over my ass, and he pulls me up to him. Nope, no shriveling going on down there, that's for damn sure. I let out something like a cross between a whine and a moan when his magic hands start kneading me. I wish I knew how he does that! I think as I again feel like his hands reach below my skin to every extra-sensitive nerve ending beneath the surface.
     He runs his mouth down the column of my throat while one hand moves up to undo my shirt. Then he takes both hands and quickly pushes my shirt off my shoulders.

      "Please, Erin," he groans as he starts backing up towards the bed and pulling me with him.
      I keep wondering why he hasn't undone my bra yet. He acts like he's enjoying the 'novelty' of it by the way he plays around with it and through it.
      "Huh?" I ask. I've forgotten all about what he'd mentioned earlier.
      "You know, that thing you do when I have to be still and you go apeshit inside," he mumbles against my breast.
      "Oh yeah," I say, sounding like the stereotypical 'dumb blonde.'
       He growls and mimics me, "Oh yeah."
       I laugh, and he swings me around before laying me down on the bed.

     "You know," he says with his own wicked gleam in his eyes now, "this works both ways. I could torture you."
     "Are you threatening me?" I tease. I like how goofy he's acting tonight.
     "Maybe. You've made me resort to threats already," he says and smiles. "I'll cuff you to the bed and suck your toes all I want. I told Adele that she might want to sleep with her iPod playing in her ears."
      My mouth drops open. "You didn't!"
      He laughs. "We've sort of already discussed it. Still, she said, 'ew!'."
      I still can't believe he did that, and I blush when I think about how Adele knows what we're up to. He reaches up and takes my glasses off my face before folding them as he places them on the bedside table. His face has gotten a more and more serious expression on it while he's watched me blush.
      "What's the best way I can beg? Hm?" he says and kisses me again for a minute while removing our clothes.
       It wouldn't be the end of the world if I do turn out to be pregnant.
       "Erin?" Bryce asks. "Please? I'll be really good."
       I laugh loudly at his boyish antics.
       "Don't laugh at me. I'm begging here. See?" He pouts in a ridiculous fashion, and I crack up laughing again. "You're laughing at my begging! I even stopped my threats. Do I need to threaten you again?"
       "They do say it's addictive," I mention noncommittally.
       "I can believe that. I've thought about begging for it again over and over but gotten distracted each time. Now, I can't stand it anymore, and I'll do anything, Erin. Please."
       "You're so cute when you're pitiful."
       "Cute is good, right?" he asks, and he suggestively rolls me on top of him. "So cute that you want to give me what I want. That's got to be it." He parts my legs, placing one of either side of his hips, and whimpers when his playful act slips away for a second. I lean down and kiss him. He feels deliciously warm underneath me as his hands come up and cup the back of my head to get more out of the kiss than I originally intended to give. He only stops when I move my hips over him to suggest that I'm going to give him what he wants.
      "All right. Since you've been a 'good boy,' even if I can think of several instances where you've been a 'bad boy,' " I tell him, and he doesn't argue with me as he sighs when I join our bodies.

      "Remember, you asked for it, begged for it," I warn him, he nods quickly, and start working my magic.
      He whines and starts whispering various expletives. Then he groans and pushes his hips up into me.
       "Ah ah ah," I warn like I'm scolding a child. Child. ... Later, Erin. Worry about that later.
       Bryce distracts me from my wandering thoughts by yelling, "Fuck, Erin! I forgot!" He lets out a wail as he tilts his head back. I'm driving him insane, and I love this power.
        "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, expecting the answer no.
        "No!" he screams. "Shit!" He lets out a little crying noise.
        He's so cute. Hm. Cute...
        "So, I'm 'cute' when I'm angry?" I ask, referring to how he thought it was 'cute' that I got mad at those 'leftovers' earlier today. He whimpers a non-answer. "Well?!" I rake my nails across his chest and watch little red lines pop up. They'll fade soon.
       He has the gall to smile for a split second before moaning and answering, "Yes."
       I slow down what I'm doing and make up for it by getting much tighter. His eyes open like they're about to pop out of his head.
        "Cute?" I ask again.
        "Yes! No! I don't know!" he quickly yells, and I jerk my hips forward once. "Shit!" he yells.
        I hope Adele is asleep.
        Bryce moans my name repeatedly, and it turns me on much more than all the swearing. Then, he starts mumbling about how he wants to move, and I tell him he can't, that it's against the rules.
       "Then I'm a bad boy," he gets out quickly. "Don't stop."

     As quick as lightning, he sits up and covers a nipple with his mouth. I make a little noise of surprise, but he grunts to tell me not to stop. "I'm not moving," he whispers and groans when I really start up again.
      I let out a whine now as he pushes my hips hard against him while suckling my breast, his tongue teasing me and shooting pleasure between my legs. He groans, and I feel him grow harder. His hands hold my hips tighter, and he lightly bites me.
      My head throws itself back, and I let out a small cry as I surprise myself by coming around him. He lets go of my nipple as he loudly groans before crying out as he comes, yelling and pushing me harder onto him.
      That's the first time I've had an orgasm while doing that. I hold onto the back of his shoulders and neck as I pant while we both recover. His arms slowly get tighter around me, and he stands up on his knees before gently laying me back against the mattress. His leans down to lovingly kiss me while he slowly pulls himself out.

     I can feel him looking at me with that stare of his that normally makes me feel self-conscious, but I don't care right now.
      After an eternity, he speaks, "I'm sorry if I broke the rules, but it bothered me last time when you didn't come." I make a wordless noise, and he continues, "So, I thought I'd try that. I assume, now, that you didn't mind." I can hear him smiling.
     "Mhm," I answer in as much a word as I can manage right now. I don't even jump when I feel his warm hand on my stomach when I might normally have felt startled. He sounds like he's moving so that he can hover over me.
      His breath is warm against my cheek as he whispers, "You're amazing, Erin." Then, he tenderly kisses me, and I don't mind the tenderness this time like I did earlier.
       When he lets me talk, I say, "I'll take that as a real compliment coming from you."
       He smiles down at me and says, "And I'm not just talking sex either."
       "You say the sweetest things," I say with the tiniest amount of mockery in my voice as I pinch his cheek next to that adorable smile.

    He humors me when I want to get dressed a little before going to sleep. I don't particularly like sleeping nude, and I always have this fear of Adele walking in. It's too hot to sleep under the covers.
    I can feel him staring at me once we lie down again, and I call him out on it.
    "So what if I am?" he asks playfully.
    "Can't you at least wait until I go to sleep?"
    "No, because what if I go to sleep first?" he points out. "And I want to thoroughly enjoy every second since you have this crazy notion of not staying here every night."
      Um... What? I think, starting to get a little angry. I open my eyes and see that he wears a generic expression. I ask him what he meant by that.
      "I mean that I seriously miss you when you're not here. I have trouble sleeping. It's like I'm sleeping next to a big... chasm," he finishes like he's proud he thought of that word.
      "I have my own house too, and you're acting like you want to move too fast again, Bryce," I say and try to not make it sound like I'm whining or nagging.
      I watch him closely for his reaction, and he looks like he's trying to hide how angrily frustrated he is.
      "I hate it when I have to sleep alone, and... I worry," he says.
      "About what?"

     He lets out a little huff and asks, "Are you still emailing Sean?"
     "What?! No! I mean, he's tried to contact me several times, but I ignore him. 'Don't feed the troll,' you know?" I tell him, shocked and a little madder than before.
     "You're not chatting with him?"
     "Not since that night," I say then wince. I hadn't ever told him about chatting with him.
     "You chatted with him too?!"
     "Yes. Only that night. Every other time I've gotten on my computer, I made doubly sure that my status showed 'offline.' I haven't talked or anything with him since," I say, and I get pissed that he doesn't look like he really believes me.
      "Then what do you do when you're not here sleeping with me?"

     "Write, dammit. You know. My book?" I snap and watch his expression as it changes from disbelief to being angry at himself.
       He closes his eyes. "I'm sorry," he says and looks like he's tearing into himself inside his head.
       I reach up and stroke his face, hoping to erase the self-hatred I see there.
       "It's okay," I whisper. "It's not like your worries are unfounded," I say, meaning what Ashley did to him.
      "You mean because of the bitch?" he asks, and I'm curious why he doesn't say her name. I nod. "I'm actually glad that she left me now." He sweetly kisses me. "It would kill me to not be with you. It does kill me when you're not here. I miss you when you're not here. I want you here all the time." After a short pause, he continues, "I think you know what I'm getting at."
      'At what I'm getting' sounds stupid, I consider when I think how he ended in a preposition to distract myself from the more obvious thought.

      "Erin..."
      "Stop," I say quickly. I don't want him to ask me to move in with him, and I know that's where he's going with this. He's wanted to discuss this with me several times already, and that's what prompted the 'we're moving too fast' speech.
     He sighs and says very quietly, "But I miss you all the time."
     My heart aches as it screams at me to go ahead and do it, but my head mentally shakes at the thought of it. It's too soon. I like the way things are now, and I'm scared that moving in with him will change everything for the worse. Then there's Adele to consider.
     "Bryce..." I say in a choked-up voice. I can't form the words to tell him no.
     He kisses me to, I guess, delay my 'no.'

     "I love you. I've never loved anyone like this, and it scares the shit out of me," he says very close to my lips.
     "I'm not saying not ever," I point out quietly.
     "Then how will I be able to stand it until then?" he asks in a desperate tone. Then his mouth claims mine as it transfers all the desperation from his expression into his kiss. He shakes for a second or two before he squeezes me to him.
      I feel like I can't give him enough, and the thought makes me sad. How can I do this to someone I love? Why can't I just simply give him what he wants? I start crying.
     "Shit," he mumbles into my lips. "Baby, don't cry."
     "I guess I'm a crybaby."
     "I'm not going to lie and say that I don't want it anymore because I do. Very much. But I don't want you feeling terrible even more than that. Don't cry." He kisses me once. "I love you. Don't be upset because I hate sleeping alone. I get it. This is too much right now." He kisses me again. "That's a hard thing for me to accept, but I'm trying." His eyes rove my face, trying to make sure I'm okay or will be okay soon. I wish I could tell him I love him too, but I know if I do that then I'll start bawling.
       He exhales through his nose. I try to calm down while he watches me.

       I take a deep breath and say, "I'll not go three nights again if I can help it." Although, my period should've started, and I don't like to when I'm on it....
      He takes a deep breath and says, "That helps." He wipes my face with his thumbs. "And I'll try to be good and stop bringing it up all the time."
      "You haven't brought it up all the time," I say, and he merely gives me this look without verbally contradicting me.

      I love him so much, but I'm worried that if we move fast that everything will turn out like it did with Sean. I know that worry is irrational for the most part, but it's there nonetheless.

Bryce

     I feel like such an ass. I didn't want to bring all that up, and I did it anyway.
     Erin curls up on her side facing away from me. I pull up behind her and hold her close, and she sighs happily.
     "I'm sorry," I apologize again quietly. Then, I feel the need to still explain myself a little further. "I'm just so happy that you're a part of my life now that I have trouble letting go a little."
     "I'm not going to leave you, Bryce," she says quietly.
     I whisper a painful realization, "I hate being alone." I have to stop talking because I don't want to cry about this.
     Erin rolls around to face me and says, "Even if I'm not here, you still have me. I'm still your girlfriend. I don't want anyone else."
      I hate that she feels like she has to say those things, but quite honestly, I think I need to hear them. I want to tell her that she doesn't have to say all that, but I don't trust my voice at the moment. Instead, I kiss her and try to keep myself from turning into the train wreck again while I do. I have to get myself under control and not fall apart.
      Asking her to marry me is definitely out for a while. 'Girlfriend.' 'Fiancée' or 'wife' sound even better... and there I go again. I think as she rolls back over. Then I kiss the back of her shoulder as her breathing gets deep and even.

     I'm not alone right at this second, I think and hold her a little tighter to me. She moves so that her back better molds itself into my chest, and I bury my face in her hair. I love this. This is what I want all the time.

     I start getting hard again because of how her butt is pressed up against me. No, stop it. She's tired.

    Damn, she smells good, I think as I breathe in the delicious scent of her hair. My hand slides down to her hip and around to her belly as I pull her back even tighter to me.

     I am such an animal, I think as I start kissing the back of her neck, hoping she's not that tired.

     She makes a little whining sound. I guess she is that tired.

     But... I move my hand inside her shorts. She's just wearing shorts and not her panties, so I have an even easier time getting my hand where I want it.

      "Bryce..." she whines my name and gasps like she's actually surprised by what I'm doing.

      "I can't help myself," I mumble into her neck as I use the hand that's pleasuring her to also push her even harder against me. This feels so good, I think as I rock my hips into her sweet ass.

      A small noise comes out of her mouth as I really start working her. Lay there and take it! I scream inside my head as I thoroughly enjoy how I'm humping her, and the knowledge of how I'm driving her wild makes me want to keep going.

     She cries out and reaches up to grab her pillow with her fist. Then she says my name as almost a complaint and a moan at the same time. This isn't exactly what I had in mind at the start, but damn it if I'm not loving this. I've half a mind to yank her shorts down and come in through the back door, but I don't know how she'd respond to that. I don't really feel like stopping long enough to either do it or ask.

      "You kinky sonofabitch," she groans. She's not saying it like she's insulting me really.

      I moan, "You have no idea." Then I come in my underwear, working very hard at not completely stopping my hand.

      I feel even more satisfied when she comes wetly into my fingers.

      While she pants, I say quietly into her ear, "You also have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that to you while you've worn these shorts." Day one, for example.

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I hope that's not too strange a place to end the chapter. Oh well!

Thanks, Valpre, for making me those pictures!

Y'all will see more of 'em in the rest of the chapters.