18

 

BRYNN

After a week in the hospital, I got to take my king home to our castle. A broken leg—his second earned while on duty it turned out—punctured lung and four broken ribs, but he was alive. Alive and absolutely all mine.

Hunter was released after just two days with some minor burns and a cough he would kick soon enough. Cage and Charli got a crash course in parenting—good thing since we just found out they’re pregnant—while I stayed at the hospital and they kept Amelia. Levi insisted on visits every day, and his hospital room was never less than overflowing. 

We were surrounded by people. Our people. With the girls and our babies, the guys from the station and several hot cop buddies. They were our people, and realized Lola had been right. They'd been my people all along.

“I fucked you in a hospital already, don't think I won't again, honey.” Levi growled as I lay beside him on discharge day.

“Levi! Behave.” I giggled though, as I had hardly been behaving.

We were waiting for paperwork to be finished so we could head home and I was antsy. Anxious. Excited. To walk through the doors of his house and at least have it feel like our house. To make us dinner and sit with our daughter and let myself embrace the truth that they were my family.

I spent every night with him in his bed, despite the nurses' protests. I couldn't stand to sleep without him now; it felt too cold, too empty in a bed without his weight or Amelia's tiny fists and chunky knees snuggled into me.

Today I was being less than proper as I slid my knee over his cast. My hands lingered when I touched his bruised and bandaged ribs. Lips whispered over his throat and my teeth traced the vein that pulsed life through his damaged but still perfect body.

“You behave. I’ve been hard as shit for hours. Trust that once I figure out the logistics that equal the least amount of pain, I am fucking the shit out of you.” Levi brought his hand down hard, as hard as he could manage, on my ass and I moaned.

“Promises, promises.” I laughed into his neck, biting at his vein and moaning again when his fingers slid between my legs.

“Keep it up,” Levi growled, and fuck, I loved that sound as it vibrated against my tits,” my cock sure as shit ain't broke, honey.” Levi's fingers pressed the pulse between my legs, spreading me beneath my leggings, groaning when he found the dampness there.

“Fuck. I miss this pussy. Hope Charli and Cage want to play house for a few more hours. I need quality time with your cunt.” I shuddered against him, my fingers sliding through his hair as I lifted to kiss his filthy mouth.

“Ahem,” someone cleared their throat from the doorway, “Here with your discharge papers, Mr. Holt. Mrs. Holt.” I moaned into Levi's mouth; not because I was hot, not because we'd been interrupted. But because the nurse had called me his wife. Mrs. Holt. Fuck.

“Thank you, Betty. I think I am going to miss you the most.” Levi smiled a big, sexy, warm smile at the sweet nurse. I think she blushed.

Discharge went fast and we were home in no time. Levi was pretty skilled with his crutches, considering his past experience, and getting him in the house and settled went smoother than I expected. I was bringing him a beer, figuring he earned it, when I saw the serious look on his face.

“Baby...what is it? What's wrong?” I sat on the coffee table facing him, my heart kicking up.

“Brynn...” Levi's voice was choked and his eyes stormed like the starry sky, emotions swirling in their depths.

“Baby?” I took his hands, bringing his bruised and bandaged left hand to my lips.

“Your stuff. All...all your stuff is here. When? How?” I twisted to glance at the few boxes lining the dining room wall.

Some of it was already unpacked, the boxes half open, some even empty. Everything I'd shipped from Boston weeks ago. Plan had been to wait for Levi to ask me back home. When he got hurt, I figured he had given me the keys, I might as well use them.

“This week. The guys did most the heavy lifting. Every time I came home, I unpacked a thing or two. Is...is it okay?” I wondered suddenly if I'd been too presumptuous.

“Jesus...Brynn...it is more than okay. I want you here. Want you home, with us. Where you belong. Is...is it for good?” I bowed my head, shamed I' d caused him such doubts.

“For as long as you want me.” I kissed his hands again, my eyes lifting cautiously to his.

“Forever. The other day...you called me your husband. Today, Betty called you Mrs. Holt. Someday...” My breath catches as I slide to the floor between his outstretched legs.

As the air charges between us, I carefully wedge myself close. I know it’s not a proposal, know he would do something I could never turn down, could never forget, but it's enough. My heart thrums, my blood heats and I feel whole and wholly aroused.

“Someday. Not today. Today....” My eyes hold his as I wrap my hands around the waistband of his sweats. A wounded Levi in gray sweats, talking about forever has my thighs clenching and my body hot.

Levi watches me, his eyes half-mast and his breathing hitching. One tug and his cock springs out, heavy and thick, and so hard I just want it driving inside me. Later. Now, it's about him. As I bend in, licking the length of him, I never look away from him. I can't.

“Fuuck. Love your mouth, baby. Shit you do with that tongue.... Goddamn, Brynn.” Levi's head falls back onto the back of the couch, but he too never looks away.

I close my mouth around his silky length, both of us moaning as his salty taste hits my tongue. I wrap one hand around the base, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I pump him slowly. Levi tunnels his fingers into my hair as his hips start moving.

“Goddamn. So Goddamn beautiful with my cock down your throat. So beautiful. Take it all, baby. Take me all the way.” I do as he commands, swallowing as much of his hard length as I can, choking more than once.

Levi starts thrusting his hips, grunting those sexy noises that make me crazy. Watching him turn so carnal, because of me, for me, it makes me so wet I can barely stand it. Levi somehow realizes because he slips out of my mouth with a pop. Before I can argue, I am on all fours beside him, ass in the air, his hands tearing at my leggings.

“Levi! Baby be careful! Your...oh fuck!” I moan, fists clutching at the plush couch as he spreads his fingers over my wetness, guiding my mouth back to his cock.

“Quiet. Fuck you're dripping wet, baby. Sucking my cock makes you so hot. I fucking love it. That's it. Fuck my hand while you suck me. Jesus.” Levi thrusts three fingers deep inside me as his thumb swirls hard, furious circles around my clit. I begin bucking my hips, matching my rhythm to his as he thrusts his cock into my mouth.

I pump my hands, licking his balls with long, furious strokes as I take him as deep as I can. He is pumping slow and hard, that thumb strumming magic on my clit. When he hits that wall, working the flat of his fingers against it, I come undone, shuddering in his lap.

“Oh shit. Oh...Levi...fuck baby.” I moan nonsense and tell him I love him as I come hard, seeing the stars he always gives me.

I pick up the pace, pumping his dick faster, taking him deeper, wanting to give him the same. I feel it right before it happens. Feel the tingle shoot up his thickness, erupting into sweet saltiness on my tongue. I swallow it down, already wet again. Levi groans deep and throaty, his fingers sliding out of my wetness in crude echo.

We're both breathless as I collapse against him. Levi grunts in pain and I shoot up onto my knees. We share a look and burst into laughter as I teasingly wipe at my mouth. Levi sucks his fingers into his mouth and my laughter dies as I grow hot all over once again.

“Goddamn I love how you taste. Like fresh strawberries.” Velvety warmth, his sex voice and I shudder as it washes over me.

“Never behave.” I tease as I sink in carefully beside him to snuggle close.

“Never will, either. Hey, Brynn,” Levi lifts the shoulder I cautiously laid my head out, “Welcome home my queen.” I twist my head and kiss him hard, and deep, not letting up till he grunts in pain.

“Welcome back home, my king.”

 

LEVI

Awesome blow jobs on the daily could never get old. Making my girl come as best I can while she's giving them ain't half bad, either. What I want is to get back between her legs, go back home where I belong, deep inside her. Brynn is being too cautious with me, though. I've had about enough of it.

Four days back home and I haven't fucked my girl once. I have fingered her to at least twelve orgasms. Brynn has swallowed enough of my come I doubt she's hungry. She's also let me paint her perfect tits, and once her face, with it, but it's just not the same.

I am letting her play nurse because first, it’s hot as fuck. Brynn waits on me hand and foot, in panties and my t-shirts and nothing else. Feeds me my favorite meals, lets me have way more beers than she ever did before and we've watched every baseball game she can find. The second reason? Between sucking my dick and taking care of me, Brynn has been moving in.

“Can I put this here?” Brynn asked as she adjusted her framed degree on a bookshelf in the living room.

I don't care where she puts her stuff. All I care is that it's here. Her degree beside my Firefighting and EMT certifications. Her dirty romance books next to my battered copies of S.E. Hinton novels. Her pretty, sexy dresses and skirts next to my basic jeans and t-shirts. Piece by piece, she is building this castle, making it our home.

“Course you can, honey. I know where that can go, too.” I point towards her plump ass from my perch in my favorite chair.

“Har. Har.” Brynn giggles though, shaking her ass a little and I groan.

Yesterday we found out I'm getting some kind of silly award for what happened at the fire. Not that I think saving a tiny baby and a young mother is silly. Just think it's my job and I don't deserve an award for fucking it up. Hunter is the one who got them out of there. Brynn is making room next to her honors awards to ready a spot for it.

“Come here, honey. Give me something.” I wave her over, emptying my beer as I lean forward to scoop the mail up.

Brynn obeys, lowering her top half to give me a kiss. I drop the mail in my lap and try to tug her down, but she braces her hands on the arms of the chair. I hook an arm around her waist, as she stands away from my bad leg, trying to tug.

“Give me something more.”  I growl, licking her sweet lips and tugging still.

“Not. Yet. Doctor said a few weeks before strenuous activity.”

I swat her ass, leaning forward and biting it as she heads back to her task. I watch her shake it for me, adjusting my aching cock as I rip open the first piece of mail. I skim it for just a second before focusing and reading it again. And again.

Mine. Mine. Just like I thought. Amelia is mine.

My DNA results are back a lot slower than Stiles' slutty pathologist promised. But they're here. And they tell me what I already know. Amelia is mine. My flesh and blood. I close my eyes and let that sink in before I immediately launch into the plan I formed when I first sent those results out.

“Brynn.  Come here, honey.” Brynn lets out a playful sound of annoyance, but crosses back towards me.

I toss the mail on the coffee table as she steps between my legs. My dick is hard because I love those long, creamy legs of hers. Because I know I am about to take the first step in helping her build our fantasy. Make our family real. And because I can smell how hot she is.

I lean forward, careful of my still bandaged ribs, but willing to take the pain either way. Propping my cast up on the coffee table, I cup her ass and tug her closer. Brynn gasps as I bend further, kissing her lace covered pussy before I tear her panties off.

“Levi!” I chuckle because she doesn't care about the panties and we both know it.

I close my lips around her clit, groaning when her tart strawberry pussy floods my mouth. I land two slaps on her perfect ass, shoving a hand to my cock to stroke it when she moans. I lick her sweet slit in long, slow strokes, smiling against her heat when her thighs start to shake.

“Baby...please don't hurt...oh God. Yes!” Brynn tosses her head back, her long crimson waves brushing her ass.

I bite at her clit, suckling her, one hand stroking my dick, the other shoving into her. Two fingers shove into her tightness, pumping and rubbing at her g-spot, the third slipping into her puckered ass. Brynn bucks hard against my face, her fingers tangling in my hair. I get her close but pull away.

“Come here. Now. Sit on my cock.” I fist my cock, working her juices down my thickness as I watch her with heavy eyes.

“I am afraid to hurt you.” I can tell she wants it though, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip as she watches me pump.

“Shut up. Come, my queen. Take my dick like it’s your throne, honey.” I swat her ass and spin her, her knees already bending as I start to lift her.

Its awkward at first, my feet lifting to the coffee table as she struggles to spread her long legs wide. I hook my hands beneath her thighs, lift her as high as I can manage and settle her ass right over my dick. Brynn's fingers dig into the wood of the chair as she lifts herself. Looking back at me, she drops back down, seating her hot, wet pussy on my cock.

“Oh, fuck. There it is. Now I'm home, honey. Shit. Now ride me.” I lift enough to take her mouth, my hands shoving her shirt up so I can cup her perfect tits.

Brynn pushes off my lap a few times, her tongue twisting with mine. I thrust up hard and she moans, biting my lip. Realizing its more painful not to have her, to be denied this connection, she lets go. Pushing her feet against the floor, she rides me like the queen she is.

“Yes. Yes. Oh...God...Jesus, yes. Baby.” I fucking love when she says it like that, and I thrust up a few times to let her know.

It's been too long though. Her pussy is so perfectly hot and wet and so fucking tight, I know it won't last. My fingers tug and roll her nipples, my mouth ravages her, and I feel the orgasm barreling down on me. I drop a hand, spreading her folds and rubbing fast circles at her swollen clit. With my other hand, I slap her ass as it bounces on my lap.

I watch as my queen rides me like she owns me, and fuck does she ever.

Brynn's head is tossed back, her arms flexing as she bounces harder and faster, grinding on my cock. It's mid-afternoon out and the sun lights her up and it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. When her fingers claw at the chair, I know she's close, so I take over.

I tug her back flat against my chest, still kissing her. Telling her I love her. How fucking sexy she is. How I missed being inside her like this. Connected to her like I've never been to anyone else. I band an arm over her front and pin her to me, thrusting up into her hard and fast. Brynn shudders, pulsing around me and I lose it.

“Fuck. I'm coming. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Her sounds push me over the edge and I pump a few more times before emptying inside her.

Brynn's orgasm sets off a small second one for me, her pussy going so tight I can barely move inside her. I bite her shoulder as she shudders against me, sweaty and spent. A soft tangle of messed hair and throaty whimpers.

My ribs are killing me and I struggle to breathe but I don't let go. I don't pull out. I don't pay attention to the throbbing in my leg. I hold her close as we both come down. I softly whisper into her ear, emotions making my words thick.

“Brynn. DNA results came back,” I of course told her during my hospital stay what I had done, “Amelia is mine. Just like we knew she was.” Brynn shoots up, twisting at the waist to gape at me.

“Oh, baby! I knew it. I knew she was yours.” A sweet, tender kiss and she lifts away to watch me with loving eyes.

“We did know. Know what else I know?” I carefully adjust her, spinning her on my lap, and thrusting back inside her teasingly.

“Oh God. What, baby?” Her freckles are everywhere and I love it. Those pretty jade eyes are sated, full of love, and so fucking bright.

“I also know that she's yours. No one but you will ever hear our Princess call her mama. Not if you make our fairytale real...and adopt her.” I nod over her shoulder at the other piece of mail.

Brynn gasps, glancing back and seeing the human services letter lying with the results. I was always going to ask, no matter what the results said. But I had done the math—I figured when I slept with Isabel last and it all added up—so I'd hedged my bets and had a friend get together the adoption paperwork, just in case.

“I want to give you my name too, but I want her to have yours first. I put in a request to get her name taken care of. It won't just be Amelia Holt. If you don't mind, I'd like it to be Amelia Olivia Holt.” Brynn's eyes flood with tears and I felt my nose twitch in response.

Olivia; Brynn's middle name. I couldn't think of anything more perfect. Other than her saying yes to adopting my daughter. My mother's name and hers. The two women who had taught me about love. What it could be, and how it could save you. Give you something real and magical all at once.

I could never change the fact that Isabel was her mother. I was doing what I could to have that taken care of on paper, if we could get Isabel to agree. I thought we could. But I could always make Brynn feel like a part of her belonged with Amelia, because it did. She was my daughter's mother and paper or not, that was a fact.

“Oh, Levi. Yes. I absolutely want to adopt her. Amelia Olivia. I love it. It's so perfect. I love you. You are the most perfect man I have ever met. Your father would be proud. I am. Amelia will be.”

“I meant what I said that night at the hospital. It's you that made this a fairytale. You made me a father, because taking care of a baby wasn't going to make me a father. Just doing the right thing wasn't enough. Building us a castle and slaying whatever dragons come our way, and being there at bedtime and dinner time, and tummy time, that makes me a father. Loving her mother, giving her brothers and sisters, that's what makes me a father. I love you girls so much. More than I thought I could fill my heart with. Thank you.” I kiss her softly, both of us crying a little, but I don't care.

“Thank me? Thank you. For letting me being a mother and not letting it hurt. Letting me know I made the right choice for both my daughters. You gave me the fairytale, baby. Thank you.” Another messy kiss changes fast and I'm holding her close.

It was hot and fast, and a little bit dirty the first time. This time, it's slow and intense, but still a little dirty. I stare into those jade eyes, her freckles popping out, and I know I am a lucky sonofabitch.

“Now, give me something Queen.”

And, she does. Like always, she gives me everything. Brynn gives me her heart, her soul, her body. And, I take it. But, like always, I give to. I give her all my bricks and let her do the building because that's what she was always meant to do.

Brynn and I will build a spectacular castle and nothing will ever tear that down. Dragons can come, we will slay them all. Brynn will give our family the fairytale.

Brynn was meant to be the one to build our castle and I will do whatever it takes to give her the bricks to do it.

 

 

THE END