Brad

In the two weeks since the dinner with Jacob and company, I’ve been in contact with them several times. All parties have initiated the communication, and I’m grateful that I’m not acting too eager. While the conversation sometimes seems strained, we’re all trying and I’m looking at that as the important part. The guys have come to my house and the whole group got together for dinner again. Things are progressing well and, while I have lingering anxiety that things could take a bad turn, I’m hopeful that everything will continue to be just fine with the Maddox family.

* * *

Today is the mediation for Mika and Derek, Jared’s father. While I know I cannot go into the room with them, it doesn’t stop me from pacing the front steps of the building for the hour and half they are behind closed doors.

Last night, Mika, Reed and I sat in her living room with a white board and a flow chart of how today could go. Since Mika has been a model citizen and parent, nothing can go against her. Derek’s main complaint is that I spent time in prison for a stupid crime, which wasn’t violent by any means.

Reed is slumped, sitting on the ground with his head leaning on a pillar of the building while I’m mid-stride on the path that I’ve been wearing into the floor when the glass doors open.

Derek storms out first and Mika follows. She’s has a smug expression on her face as I approach her.

“So?”

“We couldn’t agree on a change at first. I would counter him with something and he would immediately turn it down if it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.”

“Why is he so pissed off?” I ask.

“So, the only thing Derek had to bring up was that you lied under oath, and his assertion was that you would make Jared lie.”

“That’s funny, because all kids lie at one time or another,” Reed smirks.

“That’s what I said to him too. I pointed out the times he’s lied and asked him point blank if, because of the lies that he’s told here and there, that would reflect poorly on Jared. So, he said that kids lie all the time, which was basically what I had said a few minutes before.”

“So now what?” I ask.

“Derek turtled and retracted everything. The schedule will stay the same, and we don’t need to go to court or do anything else.” She squeals while clapping her hands together.

“Wait. So that’s it? No more court shit?” Reed asks.

“None. We’re clear. I still have Jared half the time and my relationship with Brad will pose no issue.” She smiles as she turns to me. “None.”

“This is cause for a celebration. Let’s have a party tonight.” I smile.

“Not on a school night. The only kind of party we’re going to have is pajama party.”

“I guess we need to stop off at the store and buy some proper pajamas.” I smile, entwining our fingers together.

“Or… not,” she says with a wink.

“Guys. I’m right here.” Reed waves his hands. “Right here.”

My surroundings become muted and turn black and white as Mika smiles up at me. We lean in closer together until our lips gently touch. Her arms circle my neck as I pull her by the hips flush against me. Our light kisses grow into a frenzy of gripping and small moans until Reed pulls us apart.

“You guys need to get a room. Cut it out! C’mon, let’s get out of here before you both get arrested for public indecency.”

Mika

I felt the anger vibrating off Derek when we were sitting across from one another in mediation. For every point he tried to make, I came back with a solid example or reason and saw the deflation of his ego each time. I kept calm as his face grew red with each deflection. While I didn’t enjoy proving him wrong and making him look like he’s blowing things out of proportion, I did enjoy the feeling of being right in this situation. When he conceded and stomped out of the room, I turned to the mediator, apologized for taking up her time and shook her hand.

Now, I’m sitting on my couch sandwiched between Jared and Brad. Brad’s arm is wrapped around my shoulders and Jared’s head is on my thigh as we watch some kid show on television. I was not expecting my life to become what it is now. I was not expecting that Brad and I would start a relationship when I first met him in the lobby of the parole office and I absolutely did not expect us to last to the point where he and my son developed a bond of any sort.

When I first met Brad, I assumed he was the cocky, privileged guy portrayed in the media when he was in the headlines. I did not expect him to be down to earth by any means. I did not think that we would become serious and I sure as hell did not think that we would become each other’s family. Jared and Brad get along great and as much as Derek may not like it, I do not think that situation will change anytime soon.

When it comes time for Jared to go to bed, we say our goodnights and I read him a book before tucking him in.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, Jare?”

“Is Brad going to live with us?” he asks expectantly.

“What makes you ask that?”

“It seems like the next step. That’s what happens on TV.” My boy sounds so grown up.

“We’ll see. Maybe one day in the future, but right now we’re happy having our own space.”

“It would be okay, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“I like that he spends time with me. And I like the way he looks at you.”

“Well, I’ll keep that all in mind. Now go to sleep, you!” I kiss his forehead and brush the hair out of his eyes.

* * *

I roll over and my body meets a hard surface. I feel around, feel the ripples of his abs, and then my hand goes lower and brush over a very impressive erection.

“Morning,” Brad mumbles.

I’m fondling Brad in my half–sleep state, my hand moving up and down his shaft slowly. He hums as I switch hands and begin to rotate my movement. I open my eyes to see him naked with the sheets wrapped around his thighs. His chin is tipped to the ceiling as I stroke him. His eyes are closed, his mouth is open and he’s quickly getting out of breath.

“I don’t want to come like this. Climb on top of me,” he whispers, his voice happily strained.

I push away the remaining sheet covering my body as I let go of him and sit astride his lap. I press myself against him, my pussy aligning perfectly over his dick as I slide myself over the length of him. I tease the crown by dipping it inside, but just barely. Brad’s hands grip my hips and he guides my motions, all the while grunting quietly. I lean up on my knees a little and shift slowly so his dick disappears into me. With a sudden intake of breath, we both look toward where we are connected. We’re both holding our breath and as soon as I’m fully seated on him, we both release that breath. I start to pull up but Brad’s hands hold me in place.

“Give me a second. Your pussy is so tight and you feel so amazing bare that I may just blow my load on the first stroke,” he says with a shaky breath.

I smile, enjoying that I have him at my mercy. I flex my Kegel muscles, which earns me a groan from him. Soon his grip releases and I am able to move.

Slowly, I pull my body up and then slide down, relishing in the fullness of having his dick inside me. Brad’s hands move from my hips to my chest and he cups my breasts.

I slowly move over him as his hips thrust beneath me, moving up to meet me with every pull.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he moans, his voice husky with emotion. “Fuck, I’m not going to last. This feels so fucking good.”

One of his hands moves from my breast down to where we are joined and his finger strokes my clit. He rubs it in circles, alternating between rough and gentle pressure. In seconds, I feel the pulsing of my pussy and my movements soon get sloppy. Brad takes over starts bucking into me. I throw my head back, my hands gripping his thighs behind me to support myself as I ride him. My pussy is milking his dick as he groans and sits up, pulling our bodies tighter together.

He takes advantage of sitting up to maneuver me onto my back.

“While I enjoy watching your tits bounce as you ride me. I want to fuck you good morning.”

He pulls out and then, with a ferocity, he slams back into me repeatedly. He builds me up again to another orgasm and, as his dick continues to slamin and out of me, I arch my back, curl my toes, and moan loudly as blackness takes over my vision. Specks of light appear when the second orgasm makes its appearance.

“Fuck. Fuck!” he sputters, as he pushes into me and holds himself, expelling into me. “Fuck. I love you,” he exhales.

“I love you too,” I whisper.