Ripley
My eyes flutter open as the sun shines through my bedroom window. I feel Brock’s body snuggled up behind me, his arm around my waist, holding me tight to his body.
Last night after dinner, we hung out for a little while longer. We eventually got up to leave, and Jonah and Jessica asked to keep Alex for the night because Jonah was going to be watching Alex the next day anyway. I hated for Brock to think it was common for me to dump my child on other people, but he answered for me and said that was great.
When we went to leave, Jonah grabbed me and pulled me aside. “You need some alone time with Brock. Plus, Alex and I have shit to do tomorrow and we have to get a move on early.” I could only shake my head and then wrap my arms around him.
“I love you,” I muttered against his shoulder. “Thank you.”
After we said our goodbyes, we made our way toward my place. I wasn’t sure if Brock was planning on sleeping over, but I kind of hoped he was.
He pulled into my driveway behind my car and then came around to help me down. Before I even closed the door, he had me pressed up against the side of his truck, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, causing me to moan. From chest to groin, there wasn’t any room between us. His erection dug into my stomach and made me wet.
Brock finally pulled away, and we walked up to my door hand in hand. I handed him the keys and stepped past him when he opened the door. Clasping my hands in front of me, I watched with nervous anticipation as he locked the door and then stalked toward me. My feet carried me backward until I bumped into the recliner, but he caught me before I fell. With his hands on my ass, he lifted me and carried me up the stairs right into my bedroom.
He set me down next to my bed then slowly peeled off my light blue shrug and slipped my straps down my shoulders until my dress slid down my body, leaving me in nothing but shiny green hip-hugger panties. Brock’s hands reached out and his thumbs dragged across my nipples. My mouth opened and a quiet moan slipped out as he played with them until I pressed my thighs together to alleviate the ache I felt.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached out, slipping my hands under his t-shirt, touching his warm muscular stomach. It gave me a little thrill to feel his swift intake of breath and the way his abs rippled. I lifted my hands until I slipped his t-shirt up and off of him; he had a beautiful body when we were teenagers, but now he had the type of body you’d see on the cover of a romance novel—all tight, compact muscles that made me want to weep with joy and appreciation.
I took two steps toward him and kissed him right on his breastbone, then my lips moved to one nipple, licking and sucking it before moving to the other. My lips again moved, but this time to the puckered scar on his shoulder. I looked down and saw his erection straining against his jeans in what seemed to be a painful way.
My hands gripped his hips and ever so slowly, I sank to my knees right in front of him. I unbuttoned his jeans and his erection sprang free. Not hesitating, I wrapped my fingers around his thick length, wrapped my lips around the head, and sucked him in deep. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping it almost painfully, and I moaned around him.
I moved my head back until just the head was in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the fat tip, savoring the salty flavor of him. “Fuck baby, you like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
My answer was my mouth engulfing him and sucking him to the back of my throat. Too soon he had his hands under my armpits and I was sailing through the air until I hit my mattress. The sound of fabric ripping was my only warning before Brock buried his face between my legs. At the first pass of his tongue, my back arched up off the bed and I cried out.
I played with my nipples while he licked and sucked at me. My body writhed and bucked as he worked me over and over, and when he stuck a finger inside me, hitting that spot inside that made my toes curl, I exploded. Crying out, I grabbed him by the head, grinding against his face and not even caring if I was smothering him.
When he finally kissed his way up my body, I pulled his mouth to mine, loving the way our flavors mixed. As we kissed, I could hear the drawer open and then the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper being opened. I felt him reach between us and then the head of his cock was at my entrance. He pulled away from my mouth and looked deeply into my eyes as he entered me.
I wrapped my legs around his thighs as he began to move. Tears filled my eyes as he leaned down and whispered against my lips. “You are so beautiful, and sinking into you is like sinking into heaven.”
I wound my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight as he begins to move. Just as we got our rhythm, he stopped, and then I was up with my back against the headboard and him on his knees before he impaled me again. I found purchase on the headboard with one arm, and the other wound around his shoulder.
The ache between my legs grew until I felt like I was going to combust. “Please baby, I need to come.”
He reached between us and began to rub my clit then hit me with digging strokes. Finally, it came. My head flew back and hit the wall as I moaned, long and loud. Again I felt myself being moved. This time he was on his back and I was astride him. “Take me there baby.” That’s exactly what I did. I began to move back and forth, up and down, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through me.
He thrust up into me, hitting a spot that was bordering on painful, but a good pain. His movements became erratic and he flipped us again, pounding deep between my legs, and then staying planted deep as he finished.
“Let me get rid of this.” He pulled out, kissed me, and then disappeared across the hall.
When he came back, Brock covered us with my blankets and pulled me into his arms. My lips touched his pec and I inhaled his woodsy scent. His breathing sounded like it was evening out, like he was falling asleep.
I took a deep breath. “Brock?”
“Hmm?” he asked sleepily.
“I just want to say I’ve had so much fun with you. I know when you leave it’s going to break my heart, but I’m glad I’ll have these memories if you don’t come home.” His arms tightened around me and his lips touched my forehead. “I love you, Brock.”
“I love you too.”
I really wanted him to tell me not to worry, to say he would be coming home, but instead he just gave me a squeeze.
Now, ever so slowly, I roll over in bed until I’m facing Brock. In sleep, he looks like the boy I fell in love with. I reach out and stroke his cheek, and his eyes flutter open as he gives me a sleepy smile and says, “Morning.” His voice is rough with sleep.
I wrap my arm around him and pull myself toward him until we’re chest to chest. With my nose buried in his neck, I feel his arm wrap tighter around me. If I could burrow inside him right now I would; I can’t seem to get close enough to him. “I don’t want to get up,” I whisper against his neck. I have to work today, and honestly don’t want to. “Can you stay for a little bit?”
“Don’t you have to work?”
I pull back and look at him. Does he not want to spend time with me? “I do, but I thought maybe I could call in and say I’ve got a headache and will be in late. I just thought we could spend a little time together.”
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. “Make that call. I’m going to use the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.”
Brock kisses my lips before climbing out of bed, and I watch with lots of appreciation as he walks his fine naked ass out of my room. I throw on his shirt and run downstairs, sending a quick text to my boss to tell her I’ve got a headache, am going to take some ibuprofen then lie back down, and will check in later. She responds immediately and says that’s fine.
As I walk back upstairs, I can’t help but feel a little guilty, but after I use the bathroom and brush my teeth, I head back into my bedroom and the guilt is gone when I find Brock lying in my bed. “Lose the shirt baby.” I pull it off and then climb into bed with him. “Do you ever get to sleep in?”
“Not really. When Jonah or my mom keeps Alex all night, I usually still wake up early in the morning.”
He turns me so my back is toward him and snug against his front. “Let’s sleep a bit more, then I’ll feed you and then fuck you.” Brock kisses my shoulder and I nod. It doesn’t take long before my eyes drift shut.
I turn off my Kindle, set it on my nightstand, and turn off my lamp. Earlier today, after taking a nap, Brock did everything he promised. First we drank coffee and ate French toast covered in lots of butter, powdered sugar, and syrup. My favorite part was when we showered together afterward; it was a lot of fun, especially because he got real creative.
When he left, he said he was going to spend some time with his mom and didn’t know if we’d see each other later. It sucked, but I understood. After all, she was the reason he came home. When I walked him to the door, he kissed me thoroughly and left me in a daze on my doorstep.
I got to work right before lunch so while everyone else was on their break, I used the quiet time to get stuff filed away and new charts made. Jessica gave me a questioning look and I assured her I was fine, but I wasn’t sure she believed I had a headache.
After I was done for the day, I went to Jonah’s to pick up Alex. When I got there, they were in Jonah’s office. Jonah was typing away on his laptop and Alex was coloring. “Hey guys.”
“Mommy!” My little man jumped at me and I caught him, hugging him close.
After kissing his cheek, I set him down on his feet. Jessica came in a moment later and after greetings were exchanged, Jonah looked at Jessica. “Baby, why don’t you get Alex a snack while I talk to Rip?”
Jessica looked between us. “Everything okay?”
I looked at her and shrugged. “As far as I know.” She grabbed Alex’s hand then they disappeared out into the hall, and my pulse sped up as I turned back to Jonah. “What’s up?”
“Have you decided when you’re going to tell Brock about Alex?” Ugh. Why did he have to bring that up?
“No I haven’t. I don’t even know what to say to him.” My eyes filled with tears as the memories, foggy though they were, came back to me. My stomach started to turn as they assailed me.
“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Jonah appeared in front of me, guilt written all over his face.
Shaking my head, I looked up at him. “No, it’s okay. I know I should tell him, regardless of what happens with him, but how do I do it? You know what it’s going to do to him when he finds out. I just don’t know if I’m ready to go back there again.”
“Do you want me to be there when you talk to him? I can be, you know that.” Jonah reached out and pulled me into a hug.
Of course he’d offer to do something like that. “No, I should probably do it alone, but thank you. Do you think maybe Saturday you could keep Alex? Maybe I’ll make him dinner before I drop a huge bomb on him.” I shook off the nerves that immediately hit me. “Enough of that talk. The wedding is two weeks from Saturday. Are you ready?”
“Yeah I can’t wait. Keeping Alex on Saturday will actually be great because we have to go do our final fitting for the tuxes.” I can’t wait to see my baby boy in a big boy tux. “Jess is excited for the bachelorette party. I appreciate you helping her maid of honor throw it.”
“I’m happy to do it, plus you guys are golfing, and we know golf clubs and I don’t mix.” He tried to teach me to golf once, and I did so terribly that I threw my club into the pond.
“Yeah, you still owe me a club.” He chuckled. I went to leave his office but he stopped me with a hand on my arm. “In all seriousness, we’ll keep Alex, and if you want me there when you talk to him, I’ll be there.”
“I know you would, but I should be a big girl and do it myself.”
We took our leave shortly after, headed home, and went through our normal nightly routine.
Now I’m in bed, and I’m having trouble finding sleep. I hated not seeing Brock this evening, but he did text me and said he was taking his mom to dinner and a movie. When I asked him over for dinner Saturday, he immediately said yes. Right before I drift off to sleep, I say a little prayer that once Saturday happens, we will be able to move on.