Love Hurts (Forever and Always #17) Page 6

  “Have you heard from your parents?” she asked.

  “No. I barely spoke to them at Mike’s party, and that was because they were shoving their tongues down each other’s throats the entire time.”

  She smiled. “How cute.”

  “I need to go over there and talk to them.”

  “About what?”

  “Mom’s sickness. They’ve had their honeymoon and now we need to talk about this as a family.”

  “I’m sure Andrew is taking care of it.”

  “It’s still a family decision.”

  She didn’t argue with me. She took small bites of her food and chewed quietly. Her tits looked nice in her dress and I kept staring at them. It was hard not to. But since we couldn’t have sex, I controlled myself. I was just torturing myself.

  “Sean?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Stop staring at my rack.”

  I smirked. “You shouldn’t dress like that then.”

  “I can wear whatever I want in my own home.”

  I growled at her and finished my food.

  “Growl at me again and I won’t let you tit fuck me after dinner.”

  That caught my attention. I stayed absolutely silent so I would be rewarded.

  “That’s better,” she said with a smirk.

  I was sprung on my wife, and when she let me play with her titties, I was pathetic and weak. But I loved those damn things. She had me wrapped around her finger, strong and tight. But I was okay with that.

  Scarlet and I drove to my parents’ house then pulled out in front.

  “Did you call first?”

  “Yes.”

  “So they know we’re coming?” she asked.

  “He didn’t answer…”

  “We should just leave them alone.”

  “No. They’ve had weeks to do…whatever they are doing.”

  “We’ve been married for over six months and we still get it on like rabbits.”

  “Not the same thing,” I said with a cringe. “I know my mom said her tumor is fine and not harmless, but how do we really know that?”

  “Is Mike coming?”

  “No. I don’t want to bum him out. He’s been really happy since he got engaged.”

  “I don’t blame him,” she said.

  “Let’s just knock and see what happens.”

  She sighed. “Fine. But if your dad answers the door naked, I’m taking a peek.”

  I glared at her. “Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re into my dad or not.”

  She shrugged. “I guess you’ll never really know.”

  “Preston whore…” I mumbled.

  “What was that?” she demanded.

  “Nothing.”

  She eyed me. “I guess you aren’t getting laid tonight.”

  “I said Preston wife.”

  “Sure…”

  We got out of the car then approached the door. After knocking and waiting, my dad answered it. I was glad to see he was fully clothed.

  “Hey, Sean,” he said. “Did you need something?”

  He didn’t even say hi. “Um, can we come in?”

  “Oh. Sure.” He opened the door wider and we stepped inside.

  I noticed how messy his hair was. “Are we interrupting anything?”

  “Well, you could have called first.”

  “I did,” I snapped. “You haven’t returned my calls in weeks.”

  “Oh.” His cheeks blushed. “I haven’t been using the phone much…”

  Gross.

  “What can I help you with?” he asked.

  “I want to talk about Mom’s health.”

  “She’s fine,” he said immediately.

  I gave him a firm look. “She has a brain tumor in her head. No, she’s not fine,” I snapped.

  My dad ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess I’ve been putting it off in light of our…reunion. But you’re right. We need to talk about this.”

  “Thank you,” I said. I eyed his jeans and noticed something red coming out of the pocket. After a second of staring, I understood what it was. “Dad, are those panties?”

  He looked down and shoved them further into his pocket. “Oh. Sorry about that…”

  I cringed. “Gross…”

  Scarlet smiled. “I’m glad you and Diane are reconnecting.”

  My dad smirked. “It’s been fun. We’ve got toys.”

  “Dad,” I snapped. “We don’t want to hear about it.”

  “But I have to listen to you talk about your sex life all the time?” he asked incredulously.

  “It’s…different,” I said.

  “Not really. Your mother and I are very—”

  “Don’t finish that sentence, I beg you,” I said quickly.

  “Fine,” he said. “I’ll get your mother.” He headed to the stairs. “Is Mike coming?”

  “No,” I said. “I don’t want to drag him down right now.”

  My dad nodded. “Good idea.” He walked up the landing.

  I shivered in disgust. “Gross…”

  “Your parents having sex is gross?” Scarlet asked.

  “Disgusting,” I said vehemently.

  “I think it’s cute,” she said. “They’re in love all over again.”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dining room. “Let’s not talk about my parents having sex.”

  “Then what do you want to talk about?”

  I pulled her into the chair next to me. “You and I having sex.”

  “Well, there’s nothing new there…”

  “How about we take a walk on the beach tonight?” My intent was clear.

  “Sex on the beach?” she asked.

  “Yeah. It’ll be romantic.” I kissed her on the corner of the mouth. “And we’ll just do it for us.”

  “You aren’t trying to knock me up?”

  “No.” I kissed her again. “I just want to make love to my wife—plain and simple.”

  “Well, that sounds nice.”

  “We can do anal just to make sure you don’t get pregnant.” I gave her a dirty look.

  She shook her head while she rolled her eyes. “Okay, that’s not romantic anymore.”

  “I know you like it like that…” I kissed her neck and trailed kisses to her collarbone.

  “Not on the beach, I don’t.”

  “Fine. Missionary will be fine.”

  “Fine?” she asked with an edge.

  “Magical,” I said quickly. “It will be magical.”

  “That’s better.”

  My parents came into the room and sat down. Judging my mom’s hair, she wasn’t just reading a book or filling out the crossword. I was glad my parents were back together, but the idea of them having sex made me want to hurl.

  My dad sat beside my mom and held her hand. “So, where should we start?”

  My mom shrugged. “The doctors said it was fine. It’s not cancerous.”

  “Now,” I said firmly. “What about in a few years? As long as that thing is in your head, we can’t trust it.”

  My dad gave me a firm look. “Don’t talk like that.”

  “Sorry,” I said quickly.

  “Maybe you should go back to the doctor and discuss your options,” Scarlet suggested.

  “He said if it becomes cancerous, then we’d have to operate,” my mom said calmly. “Until then, we should leave it alone.”

  My dad looked uncomfortable. “But you’re on medication for this. I don’t want you to take it for the rest of your life. It’s not good for your body.”

  “Well, I’m not going to stop,” she said immediately.

  My dad rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “I think we should see another specialist and ask for all the information.”

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “What the mortality rate of the surgery is, what are the side effects, what other problems will this tumor cause long term, everything,” my dad said.

  “But we already discussed all of that,” my mom sa
id.

  “I want to hear it myself,” my dad said firmly. “You weren’t in the right mind last time you went. We need to do this as a family.”

  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 chest 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 hers, 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 hear 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 pe
rson 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 to 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.”