Brock
We don’t stay at Ripley’s mom’s much longer and when we leave, I follow them back to their place. Then they ride with me to my grandparents’ place to get Tiny and an overnight bag. I’ve got an uneasy feeling in my gut, and I honestly don’t want them alone right now. Maybe it’s nothing, but it could be something.
Alex, Tiny, and I are watching a movie about monsters while Ripley makes dinner. I tried to get her to let me help but she kicked me out, so now I sit with the little man and watch this movie that is actually pretty funny. Alex is quoting the entire thing, and Tiny is on the floor in front of the couch, fast asleep. He’s never far from Alex.
My phone vibrates on the end table and I see the name that appears on the screen. It’s Tiffany, and I really don’t want to talk to her right now. This is the second time I’ve ignored her call. It’s not to be rude, but she calls when I’m busy and I just haven’t had time to call her back.
Not wanting to seem rude, I grab my phone and shoot her a quick text.
BROCK: Hey Tiffany sorry I can’t talk right now. Can I call you tomorrow?
She answers back almost immediately.
TIFFANY: Okay.
I’m a little taken aback by her short answer but I ignore it, put my phone down, and finish watching our movie.
A short while later, Ripley comes into the living room. “Dinner’s ready. Alex, go wash your hands.”
Alex flies up the stairs with Tiny and I get up and pull Ripley into my arms. Today she’s wearing a Packers baseball t-shirt, and she’s wearing those damn cutoff jean shorts I fucking love. They’re super short and threadbare in spots. My dick takes notice, but I remind myself that Alex is home.
I kiss her lips slowly, but all too soon the kiss is over and Alex comes downstairs. In the kitchen, we sit down at the table and I start helping Alex put a pork chop, mashed potatoes, and broccoli on his plate before serving myself and then Ripley.
We eat in silence because we’re all stuffing our faces. Even Alex is a good eater. I don’t know many kids who like broccoli, but he’s shoveling it in like it’s covered in chocolate. “Slow down bud.” He smiles at me and grabs his glass of milk.
“How did your interviews go?”
“Good. I’m really glad my boss in North Carolina wrote me a letter of recommendation, and I think it’s helping a lot. I’m really hoping the police department calls me back. I mean, if the maintenance position is the one I get, I’ll take it and do that while I go to school, but they don’t require a college degree to be on the force. They both said I’d hear by next week.”
She grabs my hand and gives me that big beautiful smile of hers. “That’s awesome. Officer James has a great ring to it.” We finish eating and I kick her and Alex out of the kitchen so I can clean up.
Once I’m done, I drape the towel over the edge of the sink and join them in the living room.
Ripley’s arms wind around my waist while I brush my teeth, and I cover her hands with mine and give them a squeeze. She’s becoming more touchy feely with me and I love it; I’ve missed it so much. When I’m finished, I turn around. “Is Alex asleep?”
“Oh yeah, and his personal bodyguard is passed out next to the bed. Will you sleep with me tonight? Just sleep, no funny business.”
“Are you sure? What if Alex wakes up and catches me in bed with you?” As much as I want to make love to her, I want to wait until the time is right. I know she still doesn’t trust me, and I want to wait until she truly does.
“Well, as long as we’re both clothed, we should be okay. You’ve been over here a lot lately. He’s used to you, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
“I’d love to.” I follow behind her into her bedroom where she turns down the bed, getting rid of the extra pillows. Sliding in, I wait for her to do the same, and once she’s between the sheets, I pull her into my arms. She rests her head on my chest and her fingers immediately go to the puckered scar from my gunshot. Whenever we’re snuggling, her fingers always subconsciously drift toward it.
“Jonah and Jess are trying to have a baby.” Her voice takes on a wistful sound.
My hand strokes her hair as I respond. “That’s great. I know I don’t know the new Jonah very well, or Jessica, but I’ve seen the way they are with Alex. They’ll be good parents.” We’re both quiet for a bit, then a thought comes to me. “Do you want more kids?”
Her body stiffens. “I-I don’t know. I guess I’ve never really thought about that possibility.” She nuzzles my neck. “I suppose I’d love to have more, to give Alex brothers or sisters.
“I want to be the one to give them to you.”
I’m greeted by silence and figure I’ve gone too far, too fast. Thankfully, she eventually speaks, but it’s so quiet I almost don’t hear her.
“I want that too.”
I hug her tight and feel her body go slack, and it’s a long time before I find sleep. Too much is weighing on my mind, including a new possible career, one I’ve wanted with every fiber of my being since I could remember. I know we haven’t been back together long and we’re taking it slow, but I want to make us permanent, and how to make that happen is what I think about as my eyes finally feel heavy and my eyes thankfully start to drift shut.
I fly up into a sitting position as Ripley does the same next to me, and it takes a second to realize what’s going on. Tiny is barking and growling like mad from downstairs.
“What’s going on Brock?” she whispers with so much fear in her voice.
“Go into Alex’s room and shut and lock the door behind you. If you hear something that scares you, grab Alex and get into the closet and hide.” On silent feet, I get up, and right before I hit the bottom of the stairs, I hear Alex’s door shut. Tiny is growling as I hug the wall and move silently through the living room to the kitchen.
Tiny’s prepared to pounce. His front legs are down, and I can even see the hairs down the middle of his back standing up. I move to the back door and glance out into the dark night, seeing nothing. One good thing is I have really good vision, even in the dark.
Tiny’s growl is low and menacing. “Shhh, boy.” He whines from behind me. “You did good, now stay in here and protect them.” As quietly as I can, I slip out the back door. I open my ears and listen, not hearing anything but a car door closing in the distance. It would be a good idea to go see if I can see what kind of car it was, but I don’t want to stray too far from where I am.
Maybe it was just a wild animal straying too far into town; Tiny’s not used to being around all this open space, and I could see how it would freak him out a little bit. Going through the house, I check all the windows and both doors to make sure everything is secure.
“Baby, it’s okay, you can come out,” I announce as I move up the stairs and reach Alex’s door. The lock disengages and it opens slowly to Ripley with a scared-looking Alex in her arms. “Hey, bud. It’s okay.” He surprises me by lunging from his mom straight into my arms. I hug his little body to my chest, hating that it’s trembling. “Do you want to sleep with your mom?” He nods his head. “Okay buddy. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
In her room, Ripley climbs in bed and then pats the mattress. “Come here monkey.”
I try to put him down but he clings to me tightly. “Don’t leab us,” Alex whispers. “Stay with us.”
Ripley nods when I look at her, so Alex and I climb into bed and he settles in between us. I lie on my side, as does Ripley, and her boy snuggles up with his back firmly against her front and her arm wrapped around his small waist. It’s like he knows he’s safe and drifts right back to sleep, but before that, his little hand grabs mine and squeezes it.
I hear Tiny sigh from the floor on my side of the bed; I knew he would keep watch downstairs for a while, but now he knows his boy is safe so he’s ready for bed himself. It’s a long time before either Ripley or I find sleep, and the only sounds that can be heard are Tiny and Alex’s snores.
It makes me happy when my girl’s eyes eventually start to look heavy, and then they finally flutter shut.
Ripley slips her hand into mine as we make our way back to her place after having dinner with Jonah and Jessica. I didn’t know until I showed up to get them that Alex was spending the weekend with his aunt and uncle, and of course the only thing that went through my mind was that I was finally going to make love to her. I honestly couldn’t wait any more, and I didn’t want to.
She’s been pushing for more, and it has been me that has wanted to wait. We’ve fooled around a little, but I couldn’t let it go further than just some heavy groping over the clothes. I knew that if any clothes were removed, we’d be naked and I’d be thrusting my cock deep inside her.
We got to their house at six and they had a bag of presents for Alex. I don’t think most of them were from Jamaica; my guess is they bought him the Rasta-looking piggybank there, and everything else was from Toys R Us. They got Ripley a vibrantly colored scarf made of a silky material, and I was looking forward to seeing it wrapped around her naked body.
I stood outside with Jonah while he grilled burgers. Glad he no longer seemed overly nervous around me. He does have a tendency to babble, but the guy does host his own podcast, which I’ve finally listened to. Jonah knows sports and was great talking about them. I was also able to listen to a past episode Ripley was a guest on; she’s the only woman I know who can talk about sports and knows the players and stats.
Jonah and Ripley’s chemistry was palpable, and I could see how those were his most popular shows. My girl was stubborn, and if she had an opinion about something, she wouldn’t let up until she convinced you she was right. They bickered constantly, but you could feel the easy affection they had with each other.
“I checked out your blog and podcast. They’re great.”
“Thanks. I can’t believe I’m actually making money doing this. It’s surreal.” I watched him flip the burgers. “How’s she doing now that you know about Alex? How are you?”
“She’s good. I don’t know if she’s just figured out how to push those thoughts away or if she’s had enough time to work through them. As for me . . . at first it was hard looking at that sweet little boy, knowing he’s my half-brother, but I love him and no matter what happens, I want to be a positive influence in his life.”
Jonah pulled the burgers off the grill and then turned back to me. “He’s easy to love. I think it’s great that you want to be a positive influence. Without Ripley’s dad around, he needs that from as many people as he can get.” We took the burgers inside and then we all sat down together and ate.
We left while Alex was still awake, getting hugs and kisses from his mom and then surprising the shit out of me when he jumped from his mom’s arms to mine and gave me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. In that moment, I fell even more deeply in love with that child.
My mind shifts back to the present. I pull Ripley’s hand up to my mouth, kissing the back of it. “I really like Jonah.”
Ripley squeezes my hand. “That makes me so glad. He really is a good guy, the best.” We pull into the driveway and I get out and go around to help her out. She hands me her keys and I let us into her place. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?
She turns toward me, shaking her head. “No.” Ripley moves toward me, and my dick gets hard as one of her hands travels up my chest and around my neck. The other moves down until she cups my dick. “Take me upstairs.”
My fingers spear into her hair. “Are you sure baby? I told you I would take this slow.”
“I know you did. I’m completely sure.” She pulls away from me. “Unless you don’t want to.”
I move toward her. “Oh I want to.” She runs toward me and jumps into my arms. My hands immediately go to her ass, and I move up the stairs to her bedroom with her in my arms. I set her down on her feet, grab the hair at the base of her neck, and tip her head back. My lips are gentle at first, but I slowly increase the pressure. Her hands cup my face as she opens her mouth, letting her tongue trace the seam of my lips.
Ripley plays with my mouth with her tongue and I let her do so for a few moments before opening my mouth, my tongue tangling with hers. While I kiss her, my hands drift down her body until they’re under her shirt, then slide up until I’m cupping her breasts over her bra. She moans into my mouth as my thumb strokes over her nipple and I give the other side the same treatment, relishing the exquisite moan she gifts me with.
She grips my shirt and pulls it up, and I remove my hands from her shirt to help her pull my shirt up and over my head. Her shirt is up next, followed by her bra. Again I pick her up and suck a nipple into my mouth. Ripley’s back arches and she cries out as I nip it with my teeth.
I pull away and toss her onto the mattress, following her down. My lips slowly travel from her belly button up to one breast, sucking the nipple into my mouth while plucking the other with my fingers. Switching sides, I give the other the same treatment. Her fingers spear my hair, and the bite of pain has my already hard dick trying to punch a hole through my shorts.
While I work on her nipples, I reach down between us and unbutton her shorts then shove my hand down the front of them. My fingers immediately reach the wetness between her legs and I gather some of it then rub her clit until she starts moaning. My fingers move back down and I push one into her, loving the way her back arches as she cries out.
Pulling it out, I thrust two inside. She’s so wet, her body is making a squelching sound. I want to get deeper, but her shorts are in the way. After pulling my fingers out, I rip her shorts and panties down and off. I push her legs back by her thighs so she’s spread wide for me, and without hesitation, I attack her pussy with vigor. The taste of her coats my tongue and I moan, savoring the flavor. I work her clit until it swells between my lips, and she’s babbling incoherently, pumping her hips up toward my mouth.
“Please let me come.”
How can I resist a request like that? I shove two fingers inside of her, moving them in a come-hither motion as I suck her clit hard. It’s not long before she cries out and her body spasms. Her juices flow freely and I lap them up eagerly. When her body goes lax, I climb off the bed quickly and strip out of my shorts and boxer briefs.
Ripley is a vision in front of me, her hair spread out on her pillows, her body covered in a rosy hue. Her nipples, slightly red and swollen, beckon me again, and the best part is her legs, which are still bent and spread in front of me. Her sex is wet and swollen for me. Starting at her stomach, I plant kisses along her smooth skin, up between her breasts until I reach her neck. I drag my tongue up slowly until I reach her earlobe, nipping it with my teeth.
I reach into her nightstand and grab a condom, ripping it open with my teeth before sheathing myself. “Are you ready baby?”
She cups my cheek and gives me a look so filled with warmth and love that my eyes get blurry. “I’m ready. I love you Brock, so much.” I line my cock up with her opening and just before I push inside her, I place my lips against hers.
“I love you too.” Thrusting in to the hilt, I groan at the way her body squeezes me. She’s so warm, tight, and wet.
She’s got her legs wrapped around my thighs as I work myself in and out of her, and I grab her by the wrists to pin her to the bed. Her pussy flutters around me when I do it—Ripley’s always loved when I pinned her down, and I’m glad she still loves it. Bending down, I nip at her lip and say, “You feel so good baby. Fuck, you’re tight and so wet for me.” I plunge deep and hold myself there, slowly circling my hips, hitting her clit every time.
Ripley tries to free her hands, but I squeeze her wrists tighter. She tries to move her hips, but I keep myself planted deep. My dick would be cussing me out right now if he could talk. I need to move, but not yet.
“Brock, if you don’t do something right now, I’m going to scream.”
I chuckle and she growls at me, trying to buck harder. Infinitely slowly, I pull out before pushing back in at the same pace. Her groan is music to my ears, but the ache in my balls is telling me to move faster. Before I do, I move her hands up above her head and shackle them with one of mine. My other hand moves down to her thigh and pulls it up higher around my hip, and I manage to sink even farther into her, causing us both to moan.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I whisper against her lips.
“For the love of god, please just do it already.” I kiss her lips hard and then pull almost all the way out before thrusting inside. I begin to pound into her at a punishing pace, and grunts, cries, and moans fill the room as I fuck her hard and fast. I let go of her wrists and she grabs my shoulders.
I reach between us and rub her clit until she explodes around me. Her head tips back, and the most glorious cry rips from her lips. Her channel tightens around my dick and I feel the telltale sign that I’m about to come. I throw both of her legs over my shoulders, practically bending her in half, and power into her until finally I plant myself to the root. Burying my face in her neck, I groan against her skin as I come into the condom then collapse onto her with my full weight.
Ripley’s fingers trail up and down my back, causing goose bumps to pop up all over my skin. I push up looking down into her sleepy eyes, and reach up to stroke her cheek with my fingers. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.” I ease my softening cock out of her, not missing the whimper that slips past her lips. “Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.”
I kiss her one more time before exiting the bed and going to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Back in the bedroom, I find Ripley lying on her side, still naked and uncovered. I climb in and settle on my back, and in seconds Ripley is draped across my chest, her fingers gently brushing over my scar. It only takes about thirty-seconds before she’s out, and I’m following close behind her.