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Maybe Brookie was right all along. Maybe this happened for a reason.
It sure feels different having Brook in my bed when I wake early. I shuffle around the kitchen making coffee while he’s still sleeping. I know it’s going to be slow when I take Noodle on her morning walk today and getting ready for work.
I make a mental note of everything I have to do later on, as well as what has happened in the last twelve hours, and none of it includes screwing my accidental husband.
But he takes me by surprise, yet again, when I jump into the shower to ease the ache down the side of my body. It’s bruising now and feels very tender to the touch. At least I can walk again, though I’m definitely slower than normal.
I feel his eyes on me before I see him. Turning in the shower, I see he’s leaning in the doorway looking oh so sexy, one hand on his hip, giving me eyes like a man never has done before — at least, not any other man.
“Good morning,” I say, glancing down at the wood he’s sporting in his boxers. He must have put them on at some stage. “You’re happy to see me.”
“How could I not be?” He shoves them down and lets his awaiting cock spring free.
I stare at it hungrily. “You better jump in here.”
“How are you feeling?” he asks, moving toward me and opening the shower screen door as I watch his throbbing third leg bob as he comes closer.
“A little sore.”
“Your hip and leg or…?”
I blush. “Everything.”
He grins, stroking himself a few times. “How sore?”
It’s a little more confronting by the light of day, that’s for sure. “Only a little.”
He moves in front of me and I feel that tingle low in my belly as the wetness pools between my legs. He bends down to kiss me. “You look beautiful this morning.”
“You’re very sweet, but I’m sure I don’t.”
“Yup. You do. Say, why don’t you kneel your good leg on the ledge here and let Daddy help you forget your soreness.”
My nipples pebble at his words. I have a wide ledge in my shower where you can even sit if you want to, mostly it houses my shampoo bottles, razor and shower gel. I’ve never used it for screwing. “Does he ever get tired?” I titter, my eyes glazing south.
“Not around you.”
I turn and do as he suggested, resting my right knee on the ledge as he comes up behind me and wraps a strong arm around my waist. Bending me forward slightly as I place my hands on the tiles. I feel his hand slide between us as he touches my wet heat, breathing into my neck. His other hand reaches up to my nipples and tugs on each one a few times. He lines up and I sink back the same time he pushes in.
“OH, God!” My head rocks back and rests on his shoulder as he kneads my breasts and kisses my neck in soft, delicious strokes. Holding himself deep inside me, his fullness spreads me apart in ways I’d almost forgotten. It’s like he’s letting me slowly get used to him being there. He starts to pump in and out after a moment, moving back and forth in that sexy way he does.
“This is gonna be quick,” he murmurs, rocking his hips faster, my ass slamming against him. His hand reaches to my sweet spot and pinches my clit.
We rock fast and steady, while I ignore the pain in my side from the fall. I’ll need to put some ice on it when I get out, but it’s well worth it to have this first thing.
We’re both falling in record time, pulsing in tandem, our grunts and moans echoing around the bathroom, filling the once quiet space. It’s still the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and I love how he pulls my back to his chest and doesn’t let go.
It feels so good with him, better than I could ever imagine. It’s like we’re finally one.
25
Brooklyn
We part ways eventually, and it’s not easy but it has to be done.
Our daughter will be back soon and we both have a busy day ahead. We don’t want to get caught just yet when all of this has only just happened and we’re navigating our way around it.
It’s a surreal feeling getting into my truck and driving home, knowing exactly where I’ve been all night, and how good it felt being back with Eden again. It feels kinda new and exciting, but also like we’ve never been apart at all.
