Love Hurts (7 page)

I could tell my mom was scared. She looked at the table, unable to meet our gaze.

My dad stared at her for a while before he kissed her forehead. “Diane, it will be alright.”

“I don’t want to die…”

“You aren’t.” My dad held her close. “We just have to be cautious about this.”

“But…I just want to forget about it.” Her eyes watered. “Let’s just forget about it.”

“I can’t,” my dad said gently. “I need to take care of you.”

I hated seeing my mom cry. She was so scared.

“It’ll be alright,” my dad said. “We just have to be cautious and proactive about it. Being in ignorance is never a good thing. We’re going back to the doctor, and together, we will see this through. You aren’t alone, dear.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Finally, she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” my dad asked.

“For putting you through this.”

He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. “Don’t ever say that again.”

She held his gaze before she finally looked away. “Okay.”

We sat quietly at the table, falling into comfortable silence. I felt bad for my dad. I knew he was scared even though he didn’t show it. I grabbed Scarlet’s hand under the table and squeezed it. You never knew how long you had on this earth. Anything could happen in a blink of an eye. Feeling Scarlet’s hand in mine calmed me down. I could deal with anything happening to me, but I couldn’t stand it if something happened to her. Because she was everything to me.

When we got home, I grabbed a blanket and a few candles and placed them on the beach. It was dark so it was difficult to see the ocean, but the waves were loud and clear. I lit the candles to set the mood then retrieved my wife.

I walked into the house and saw her sitting on the couch. Her knees were pulled to her chest and she was staring at the wall, probably thinking about my mom. Wordlessly, I kneeled before her and pulled her legs down. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her to me.

I rubbed my nose against hers then stared at her lips. Her breathing increased, and I knew the spark was still between us. We were just as hot for each other as we were when we first got together. She drove me wild, igniting every nerve in my body.

I gently pressed my lips against hers and held it. Her lips were wet and soft. My hand cupped her face and I suddenly felt scared. I loved her so much and I would die if something happened to her. I knew I shouldn’t think this way.
The travesties of life were unpredictable and unstoppable, but I wanted to hold onto this moment forever. I wish I could be immortal just so I could always be with her. That’s how much I loved her. No one else ever made me feel that way.

Her lips responded to mine
and she breathed hard, feeling the same emotion I felt. Her hands dug into my hair and gripped me tightly. Our kisses grew passionate and hot. I was aroused but not in the way I usually was. I wanted to kiss her forever. Kissing used to be boring to me, but I loved doing it with her. She was exceptionally good at it. Kissing got me hard like it did when I was a teenager.

When I remembered our blanket and candles, I broke our kiss and pulled her to her feet. She and I usually argued and bickered, even before we made love, but neither one of us had anything to say tonight. I held her hand as we walked down to the beach. Every sound was heightened and loud. The sand crunched beneath my
feet and I heard her breathing in the darkness. I felt nervous and I wasn’t sure why. I was never nervous with Scarlet.

When we reached the blanket, I lay her down then moved on top of her. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips sought mine in the darkness. The candles burned slow and steady. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me close.

I wasn’t in a hurry. I took my time kissing her, relishing the intimate moment I was sharing with my wife. I was lucky she was my best friend in the entire world, my first choice if I walked into a bar, and the most amazing woman I’d ever known. I still didn’t understand why she married me, but if she was stupid enough to settle for me, I wouldn’t try to talk her out of it.

Our breathing grew hot and
heavy while we kissed. I was harder than I’d ever been, wanting to be deep inside my wife. The sex with her was so much better than any I ever had. Her body was perfect, and the look in her eyes drove me wild. She wanted me so much and it was obvious in everything she did and said. Every touch made me burn like a wildfire. Every intimate whisper made me shiver like I was in the freezing cold. I never believed in soul mates or destiny, but that changed when she and I got together. She was my other half, the only person I wanted to share my life with. She made every other girl pale in comparison. She was the one to me, my ultimate fantasy and my closest friend. She had the whole package.

We slowly peeled our clothes off, taking more time than we normally did. Her hands felt my ch
est and shoulders, scratching me lightly. When I removed her her panties, my hand moved between her legs. I usually had to get a girl wet because I moved inside her, but Scarlet was always wet for me. I hardly had to do anything.

I moved down and kissed her intimately, knowing how much she loved it. The sex with Scarlet was good because getting off wasn’t important to me. When she got off, that’s when I got really hot. Satisfying my wife was far more fulfilling.

Her hands dug into my hair and she moaned while my tongue slipped inside her. She always tasted good, salty and sweet at the same time. “Sean…I want you.” I knew I was dragging out our foreplay, but I knew it got her really hot.

I moved back to her then pinned her legs back with my arms, leaving her wide open. Her hands cupped my neck and she looked into my eyes, waiting for me to enter her.

“Sean…” She bit her lip, wanting to scream even though I wasn’t inside her yet.

I wanted to tease her a little before we started. My lips brushed past hers and then I kissed the corner of her mouth. I rubbed my cock against her folds, feeling how wet she was.

She gripped me tighter. “Baby…”

I pressed my face closer to her
s, my eyes locking to hers. I wanted to watch her reaction when she finally had me. We’d had sex hundreds of times but every time felt new. I pressed my thick head inside her, hearing her gasp, and then I moved all the way in.

Her nails dug into my skin. “Oh god…”

I moved into her at a slow pace, holding myself over her.

When her head rolled back, I knew she was already coming. I gave myself an imaginary pat on the back for making her come so quickly. “Sean…” She stared into my eyes, her mouth forming an O. Her gasps became loud, almost like screams. Good thing our neighbors weren’t close enough to he
ar anything.

I moved faster to make it feel as good as possible. She panted loud for me, out of breath as soon as we started. I liked making her come as quickly as possible just in case I couldn’t last long. When she was done, her hands moved to my shoulders and she rocked into me from below. My cock moved in and out, loving her wetness. It was heaven.

I wanted this to last long so I focused on her face, trying to stay hard but not blow. My lips kissed hers as I slowed down and moved into her slowly. I knew that was how she liked it, slow and sensual. Sometimes it depended on her mood. She’d fuck me harder than I fucked her, but I knew how to read her. All she wanted was to make love passionately on the beach. And that was fine with me because I loved it just as much as she did.

She clung to me and looked into my eyes. “I love you.”

My heart burst in my chest at her words. We hardly said that to each other because it was implied in everything else we said and did, but when those words did come out, they carried so much weight.

When girls talked dirty to me, asking me to fuck them harder or saying how big my cock was, I’d come hard. But those words were so much better—a million times better. But there was only
one person in the entire world who could say it and make me feel this way. I was about to come. I could feel it.

“I love you,” I whispered back. And that triggered my body. I thrust slowly as I filled her, having an orgasm that was unbelievably good and long. I could tell I’d never come this hard or this much at one time. It stretched for a full minute.

When I was finally done, I held her gaze and watched her look into my eyes.

“I think we did it,” she whispered.

“What?”

“We made a baby.”

6

Mike

Cassandra and I went furniture shopping after work. She wore a tight shirt that showed her baby bump and it was incredibly distracting. She used to hide her pregnancy and that made my life a lot easier when we were in public. Those damn curves drove me crazy.

“How about this?” she asked. It was a leather chair set for the living room.

“Yeah.” I didn’t give a shit.

“Yeah?” She sat down, her left hand on her thigh. I kept staring at her ring, unable t
o understand she was really mine. “I want to get something you like.”

“Baby, it’s your house. Decorate
it however you want.”

She stood up. “What? It’s
our
house.”

I laughed. “Not when it comes to decorating. Just pick out whatever you want.”

“Well, your place looks really nice. You obviously have good taste.”
              I smirked. “Professional decorator.”

“Oh. Well, I still want to get something you like.”

“How about this?” I said. “You decorate the house but the office and man cave is mine.”

“Man cave?” she asked.

“Yeah, my office will double as both.”

“Where you can hide your cigars and porn?” She gave me a playful look.

“I don’t watch porn.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure…”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me. “If I watched porn, I wouldn’t lie about it. And I said I don’t.”

“You’ve never beated off to porn?” she asked incredulously.

“Ever? Now that’s a different story.” I took her hand and guided her past the show rooms. “I used to jerk off three days a week watching porn. The other four I picked up girls and took them back to my place.”

“And now you don’t?”

I looked down at her. “Why would I when I have you?”

“I’m still not
a porn star.”

“That’s right. You’re better.” My hand moved around her waist and I held her close to me. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. You’ll realize it eventually.”

“I never said I didn’t believe you. I’m just surprised.”

“I’m going to be a dad and a husband. I shouldn’t be doing that.”

She studied me for a moment. “You take your positions very seriously.”

“Damn right, I do.” I kissed her neck. “I’m a family man.”

“I never would have expected that from you.”

“
Neither did I. But then you came into my life and turned that all around.” I approached a kid’s showroom. “How about this for the baby?” Everything was blue and dark.

“What if it’s a girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Why are you so sure?” she asked.

“I just know.” My hand moved to her stomach and touched her gently.

“Are you a
n obstetrician now?” she asked like a smartass.

I leaned close to her. “Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone in this store?”

She put her hands on her hips and gave me a firm look. “What if I said yes?” she challenged.

“You don’t think I’ll do it?
”

“Not unless you want to get kicked out permanently.”

“There’s the bathroom…”

“I’m calling your bluff, Mr. Ten Inches.”

I growled at the use of the nickname. Now I did want to be inside her.

Cassandra browsed through the selection for hours until she finally made a list of everything she wanted. It was pricey, but I knew we needed furniture for our new house. It was much bigger than the apartment, and we needed to fill space.

We walked to the check out area and handed over the list. He rang us up then signed us up for delivery. It was expensive but I threw my credit card down and didn’t think twice about it.

Cassandra was buzzing with excitement, ready to decorate our new house so we could move in. I still needed to set up the alarm system and satellite so I could watch all the games.

After we walked out of the store, she hooked her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For buying me all those nice things.”

I rubbed my nose against hers. “I didn’t do it out of the goodness of my heart…” I nodded down to my crotch. “But the goodness of my cock.”

“Well, I’ll thank him when we get home.”

I patted my dick through my jeans. “He says he looks forward to it.”

We got into the car then drove to the house. As soon as it was in our view, Cassandra’s face glowed. “It’s so beautiful.”

I pulled through the gate and headed to our three-car garage. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I can’t believe you lied to me. I was so devastated…”

I cupped her face and pressed my lips close to hers. “That was the only time. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you did a really good job of it.” Her left hand moved to my arm, the coldness of her ring touching my arm.

“That was the plan.” I kissed her then got out of the car.

Cassandra wasn’t too far along, but her stomach looked enormous since she was so small. But I thought that was sexy as hell. Pretty soon she would start waddling. I got hard just thinking about it.

After we walked inside, the movers arrived.

“Baby, stay out of their way.”

“I want to help.”

My eyes widened like she slapped me. “Don’t even think about it.”

She rolled her eyes. “It wouldn’t be anything super heavy.”

“Don’t touch anything,” I snapped. “I mean it. I’m paying these guys for a reason.”

I was usually pretty easy going and let her get her way
with stuff most of the time, but there were certain instance when I put my foot down and acted like a Neanderthal. And those were times when it threatened her safety.

“Fine,” she said quickly, not wanting to fight.

“I mean it.”

“I heard you,” she spat.

I glared at her so she knew I meant business.

“I just said I wouldn’t touch anything.”

“Good.”

“You’re fucking crazy sometimes.”

I grabbed the back of her neck and pressed my body into hers. “You’re responsible for that. Don’t forget it.”

She was never scared of me. Half my weight and a foot shorter than me, she always stood up to me. Even though my hand was around her neck, she didn’t flinch. She knew I would never hurt her, but she always knew should
could kick my ass if she wanted to.

She kissed the corner of my mouth, making me melt immediately. “Calm down, psycho.” She stepped away and my hand dropped. When it came to my baby and my fiancé, I was a little crazy. Now I understood Sean a little better.

The mover’s arrived and started carrying everything into the house. I helped them while Cassandra stayed out of the way like I asked. We practically bought the whole store so there was a lot of shit. Just moving everything inside took two hours alone. And then they had to set everything up. I knew we’d be here all night.

“Baby, this is going to take awhile,” I said. “I’ll take you home and come back.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“It’s getting late. You should lay down.”

“When I’m six months pregnant, we can talk like this. I’m only a third of the way through.”

“You know, most women would love being pampered and taken care.”

“I’m not most women,” she spat.

“You must be hungry. Go rest and get something to eat.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No.” She dug her hands into my pocket and pulled out my keys. Her hand was near my cock so I didn’t object. “I’ll go get us some food.”

I’ve never let anyone drive my car before, but technically, it was going to be half hers anyway. “Be careful.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I mean it.”

“And we can just stay here for the night.”

“We don’t have any sheets or blankets,” I said.

“So?  You’ll keep me warm.”

I liked that idea.

She kissed the corner of my mouth again. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.” I grabbed her ass as she walked away.

She looked over her shoulder and glared at me before she left.

I helped the movers assemble everything. When I got hot, I took off my shirt and kept working. There were at least ten guys there and that made my life easier. They were worth every cent. If I did this alone, it would take a month. And if Sean helped me, it would take longer because he was a damn idiot.

Cassandra came back with food from a restaurant. I was starving so I took a break and ate everything. She eyed my chest while I ate, clearly enjoying the sight.

“What are you staring at?”

“You.” She gave me a playful look.

“It’ll have to wait.”

“I can
be patient.” She finished her food while she kept staring at me. I knew she wanted me to fuck her. I would take care of that after everyone left.

When the movers finally left, all the furniture was assembled. We were still missing rugs and decorations but at least it wasn’t empty anymore.

“It’s looking good so far,” Cassandra said.

“Yeah. You have good taste.”

“I can’t wait until everyone comes over and sees it.”

“We’ll have a party,” I said.

“I like parties.”

We went upstairs to our new bedroom and lay on the mattress and bed frame. I wanted everything to be brand new because I slept with so many other
women on that other bed. I wanted to start my new life with Cassandra—the right way.

She cuddle
d into my side then pulled off her shirt, telling me exactly what she wanted. Her hands went for my jeans greedily, clearly excited to get laid.

“Someone is horny,” I said.

“Seeing you work with your shirt off was very, very arousing.”

I smirked. “I’ll do it more often.”

“Good.” She got my jeans and bottoms off. “Now make love to me.”

That made my spine shiver. “I can do that.”

She lay on her back and hooked her legs around my waist. Her hands rested on my shoulders, ready for me to enter inside her.

I loved how much my woman wanted me. She initiated sex just as often as I did, and sometimes even more. I’d wake up in the morning to the si
ght of her on top of me, riding me like a cowgirl. Now, I moved between her legs, and my dick found her immediately. I slipped inside and thrust.

Cassandra
’s nails dug into to and she moaned loudly. She was never prepared for how good I felt. I made sure I always took her by surprise. The bedframe tapped into the wall while I rocked into her. I took it slow because I wasn’t in a hurry. She lay beneath me and just enjoyed it, desire in her eyes. I usually preferred any sex position other than missionary. I hated looking at a girl’s face. I preferred watching a woman’s ass bounce on my dick. But I loved looking at her. The lovemaking I had with her was so much better than all the fucking from my past. Not just because I wasn’t wearing a condom or because Cassandra was the hottest chick in the world, but because I loved her.

She breathed heavily, a dazed look on her face. “Oh Mike…”

Hearing my name made my spine shiver. Knowing I pleased her so much made me feel good. I kissed the corner of her mouth and kept going.

“Yes…right there.”

I increased slightly and pushed myself all the way in, hitting just the right spot. I understood her body better than she did. I knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it. It was like feeling brail when I was blind. When our bodies were joined, we were combined. And because of that, she was an extension of me. I knew her better than myself.

I steadied my control while she rode her climax, saying my name over and over. Listening to her come was the best part. That’s what always got me off. I never felt that way before. A woman’s pleasure and satisfaction was never my concern. I usually delivered anyway because I was naturally good at what I did. But my fiancé’s satisfaction was important to me. I wanted to make her feel as good as she made me feel. I released inside her then pressed my face to hers, feeling emotionally and physically connected to her. I wanted to hold onto this moment. It was exactly how I wanted to start our lives in this new house.

After I pulled out of her, I lay beside her, my eyes closed. It was two in the morning and I was too tired to drive back to the city. And I didn’t want to risk Cassandra’s safety. I didn’t give a shit what happened to me.

She cuddled next to me. “Can I wear your shirt?”

“I was sweating in it.”

“I don’t mind.” She yawned then released a deep sigh.

I picked it up off the ground and gave it to her. After she put it on, it stretched past her knees, acting as a blanket. There was something about her wearing my t-shirt that got me hot. It just did, inexplicably.