Brett's Little Headaches (10 page)

This shit even sounded crazy coming out of my mouth, but I’d be fucked if I knew what the hell was going on with me.

"For crying out loud we were kids, it's not like we've been together or anything, he was gone long before the twins were born." She tried getting out from under me but I kept her pinned to the bed with my dick heavy inside her.

"None of that matters don't you understand? I have to wipe him out of your head, I won't be happy until that happens."

I think I tried to do that shit with my dick then, pounding it into her until she sunk her teeth into my chest to bring me back down.

"So what, you want me to get rid of my boys, give them up?" There was all that fire I’d seen that first day. She was pissed and maybe with good reason.

We grappled with each other until I wrestled her onto her stomach, lifted her to where I wanted her, and slammed into her hard from behind.

She bucked and dragged her nails down the mattress as I fucked into her hard while digging the nails of one hand in her hip, and pulling her head back roughly with the other.

"Don't be stupid, the boys are a part of you, he had no hand in raising them. I'm the only father they'll ever know, but you will give me two more just like them, then we'll start on the girls."

"You're insane."

She might be fucking right at that.

LAURIE

Holy crap he’s a barbarian, and not just because of the amount of bruises he left all over me, from his fingers digging into my hips, to the little marks he left all over my neck and breasts. But it was also the way he thinks.

And the things that comes out of his mouth. He’d bought a multi million dollar house one day after meeting us. Maybe that’s how things were done in his world, but they certainly weren’t the same in mine.

I know he loves the boys, I can see it in his every interaction with them. And they loved him too. There was no shy, hiding behind me, no shunning him the way they did everyone else until they got to know them.

With him it was no holds barred, all out belly laughs, and ‘Brett do this and Brett do that.’

Now he’s on this thing about Jonathan, a boy I hadn’t even given a second thought to since two a.m. feedings eons ago.

He was still pinning me to the bed from our last round of marathon sex. His face was buried in my neck but thankfully he was too tired to maul me again. I don’t even want to know what I looked like with all his little love nibbles.

“Am I squashing you love?” He was, but I liked the way it felt, like he was standing between me, and the rest of the world.

“No I’m good.”

“Then why do you sound like a strangled hen?” He started to move but I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside.

“Feeling greedy are you?” He started moving inside me again; he’s like a machine.

I like the way he looks into my eyes as he moves, the way he holds my head still while he tells me that he loves me, and most of all I love the way those words make me feel.

If only he could get past this obsession he has with Jonathan, then I think we could maybe possibly have something.

That, and the fact that he seems to have one speed, warp.

***

BRETT

I spent the rest of the day buried inside her until I was raw and she was sore. After licking the soreness away with my tongue, or giving it my best shot, I gave her a bath and then it was time to go get our boys.

“Brett look at me, I can’t go outside like this.” She was trying to cover up my marks of ownership that were on a couple spots on her neck and her cleavage.

“You stay here and I’ll go get them then.” I pulled on my jeans and zipped up. I could go for a nap, she’d drained the shit out of me.

“What about tomorrow and the next day? How long do these things last anyway?” she kept rubbing at them like they would go away.

“It doesn’t matter sweetheart, because as soon as those fade I’m giving you more.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“It’s either that or an engagement ring, and since I know you’d have a fucking fit if I put one of those on you now, it’s these for now.” I ran my finger over the two in her neck.

I’d be fucked if I’m gonna let her run around without some sign of ownership. It was just my luck that every swinging dick within a five-mile radius would start sniffing around her ass now that I’d found her.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Of course I’m coming you crazy person.” At least she was dropping the shy girl act and my little hellion from the park was making a comeback.

“Your ass looks amazing in that thing, go take it off.”

“What, what’s wrong with it?” She looked over her shoulder at her ass. She was wearing some kind of hot pink, terrycloth number that stopped at her knees, but it hugged her ass like a second skin.

“Put on a skirt, preferably one that reaches the floor.”

“Don’t be an ass, these pants are perfectly decent.”

“Baby.” I leaned over so that our eyes would meet. “Go change.” Lesson number three; I never fucking argue. It’s the worse fucking exercise in futility.

“Brett, this isn’t going to work...”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” I wasn’t even going to give her the chance to finish that asinine fucking statement.

“I told you in the park, if you don’t want men looking at your ass don’t advertise. Your ass is what caught me by the dick and reeled in the rest of me.

You strike me as smart, so think. Do you really see me being okay with other men enjoying the view? Are you getting where I’m going with this?

And in the future, don’t bring up that shit about us not working, because that’s not gonna fly, not now, not fifty years from now.

I’m in there and that’s just where the fuck I’m staying. Now we’re losing time, you need to go change so we can get our boys before they tear those people’s fucking place apart.”

She hemmed and hawed but since I ignored her ass she had no choice but to do as she was told. I don’t think she would’ve appreciated me getting her dressed myself.

In the end she went with a dress. This long flowing number that wasn’t much better. It didn’t show her ass off, but it hugged her curves perfectly.

“I’m thinking some of those coverall things farmers wear.” She just rolled her eyes and headed out.

I found that I had to keep my hands on her in some way at all times. If I wasn’t grabbing onto her nape as we walked, I had my arm around her, resting on her ass as we stood.

The boys were excited to see us and let it be known as they ran to us and started babbling away at us, telling us all about their day.

She kept drawing closer and closer until she was almost under my arm, and when I started to ask her what the hell she was up to, I noticed her giving the women at the center not very nice looks when they got too close.

I pretended not to see shit, but I had a big stupid grin on my face as we left.

Back at the condo she kicked me out of the kitchen to go play with the boys while she cooked. I took them into the study with me and turned on the TV while I looked up some stuff for work.

It was another evening of laughter and little feet running around making my dog crazy, and then it was lights out; my new reality, and so far, so good.

I fucked her, or she fucked me, for half the night, and in the morning, real life intruded and I had to go in to the office.

I tried talking her into staying home again and I had the perfect argument. “Babe, we need to get started on decorating the house, you said you wanted to do it yourself and that’s a big job.

I think you need to devote all your time to it, make sure we get it just the way you want it.”

“Nice try but I’m not about to give up my one source of income and independence.”

“I hate to tell you this babe, but your independence went south five seconds after I fucked you for the first time. Boys quiet down in there.”

She proved to be very stubborn, but since I was ahead by about twelve days, I decided not to push it for now.

I dropped them all off on my way to the office, another part of my new morning routine. “Babe do you drive?”

“I have my license if that’s what you mean, but I don’t have a car yet.”

“We’ll get you one, in the meantime you can take the hummer.”

“That thing’s too big for me to handle.”

“Yeah, well the one we’re gonna get you isn’t gonna be much better, you’ll get use to it. It’s one of the safest rides on the market.”

“I shudder to think what it could possibly be? Does it come with a gun mounted on the top?”

“Thanks for reminding me, I was thinking only of bullet proof glass and shit like that, but a gun mount might be good too.”

“It was a joke Cantone, take it easy.”

“Uh-huh, we’re here.” I looked around at the place where she spent eight hours a day five days a week. I knew nothing about it and made a note to myself to find out.

She might not understand her change in life, but I was sure that others, once they find out, will be very aware, and so it was up to me to protect her.

There’s no way I can let her stay here. Tonight I’ll broach the subject again and try to do it in a way that doesn’t raise her hackles.

We shared a hot tongue twister that gave me ideas about turning back for home, and bed, but she pulled away just when my dick was about to get unruly.

“See you later Brett and thanks.”

“For what baby?” I caressed her cheek, that needing contact thing again.

“I don’t know, for being you I guess.”

“You’re welcome baby, I love you; see you later.” One more smoldering kiss and I went around to help her out of the car.

I watched her ass sway as she walked across the lot and looked around to see who else was looking, and told myself that I really needed to get a grip.

I called her just to mess with her as I pulled out of the parking lot. “I miss you already baby, you sure you don’t want to play hooky again?”

“Go to work Cantone, I’ll see you later okay. Hey, I think I’m starting to understand those feelings you keep talking about.” She hung up before I could say anything.

I started to grin until I heard her voice. At first I thought she was talking to me, but there was something off about the quality in her tone.

‘I told you not to do that.’

‘Is this why you called out sick yesterday, huh? You little slut, I see you’re still up to your sluttish ways. Two kids with no husband aren’t enough I see.’

What the fuck?

‘Take your hands off me Norm. Do you know how much trouble you can get into if I tell the owner, or worst yet, the labor board?’

‘Shit, who’s gonna believe you? You’re an underage mother, which usually spells slut, while I on the other hand am an upstanding member of the community.’

I could actually see the smirk on the fucker’s face as I made a U-turn and headed back to her.

I was lucky enough not to run anyone over, since I wasn’t really paying attention to where the fuck I was going.

I slammed on the brakes with my front end nowhere near the curb, and jumped out with my phone still in my hand as I hit the door.

My eyes scanned the area as I heard her in my ear begging this asshole to leave her alone. For the next few seconds my heart was in my throat, especially when I heard what sounded like a slap and a man’s voice uttering the words ‘you little bitch’.

The place was already packed, but there was no sign of her. I moved towards the back and was in time to see her coming out of a swinging door, holding an apron around her waist while clutching the neck of her torn shirt closed.

Right behind her was a big guy with a greying beard and a beer gut. His tag said manager; that was all I needed.

“Brett?” I ignored her as I reached around her for his fucking neck, pushing him back through the doors into the kitchen.

Everyone seemed to freeze in their tracks as I slammed my fist into his face, knocking him back into the wall.

“Brett, stop it.”

“Get the fuck away from here Laurie.” I didn’t stop hitting him until my arms were tired and my knuckles hurt like hell. He tried to defend himself but he was no match for my anger.

It was very telling that no one came to his rescue while I beat the shit out of him. And by the time the blood had cleared from my eyes, he was almost comatose.

“You ever come near her again I’ll fucking kill you.” I dropped him and turned to her. “Get your things you’re not staying here.”

“Brett.”

“Go, now.” The asshole on the floor started making blustering noises. “You shut the fuck up unless you want me to finish what the fuck I started.”

No one back here had moved as yet, but I could hear raised voices coming from the other side of the door.

“Come here.” I pulled her into my chest when she came back with her purse. “You okay?” She nodded her head yes; I pushed her away so I could see her face.

“Don’t you dare.” She grabbed my suit jacket and refused to let go.

“I’m going to kill the son of a bitch.”

I could see where he had torn her shirt and scratched her in the process.

“Please Brett, for me, leave it alone.” If she wasn’t here, I would probably end the fuck, but she’s a woman with feelings. Begging me for the life of the piece a shit that accosted her.

“Give me your phone, you didn’t turn it all the way off by the way, that’s how I knew this asshole was hassling you.”

I searched through her phone for her dad’s number and hit dial. “Chief, no this isn’t Laurie, it’s Brett Cantone.”

“Laurie, the boys...”

“No nothing like that. I need someone down here at the restaurant where she works, her boss just tried to molest her, we’re pressing charges.”

She looked like she wanted to argue but I quieted her with a look and a kiss to her brow. I’m not the type to let shit like this slide. “It’s jail or a wheelchair, choose your pick, but we’re not sweeping this shit under the rug.”

I’d just dealt with some bullshit of my own, where a female employee, out to make a quick buck, tried to get me for sexual harassment.

When she couldn’t get me to fall for that one, she upped the stakes and tried to set me up for date rape. All unbeknownst to me, who just thought I had an overzealous intern on my hands.