Brett's Little Headaches (12 page)

“He signed the papers so that I can have the boys. Note I said I, which means you’re stuck with me, because they’re mine now.”

I licked my way down her body until I reached her pussy, which was already starting to get wet. I lifted her to my mouth and licked her clit until it came out of its hood, then teased it gently with the tip of my tongue.

She has lost all inhibitions in bed lately and I have the marks to prove it. She got it into her head that since I mark her she should mark me, and now my back is full of the scrapes from her nails.

“Open for me baby.” She spread her legs wider so that my shoulders could fit and I feasted on her.

“Ohhh, Brett...” her voice broke and trailed off just the way I like as she came in my mouth. “Come.” I knelt over her and led my cock to her waiting mouth.

The sight of her tits made my cock stand up even harder. “Fuck babe, I want to cum on your tits.” But I won’t tonight though, oh no, I had more important things to do with my seed.

She licked the head of my cock as she looked up into my eyes. She knows just how to get me going, and when her little hand came up and cupped my balls as she took me all the way back to her throat, I almost lost it.

Fisting her hair, I fucked into her mouth until she choked, then I pulled out of her mouth and mounted her.

“This is the last time we’ll discuss him ever again, here or anywhere else.”

“Fine, just tell me, are you over whatever the hell that was you had going on?” I fingered her pussy once, twice, to get her juices flowing again, before pulling them out and slamming my dick into her.

“Ahhh.” That got her attention.

“Yes I am smartass but still the fact remains, you gave him two sons, you'll give me four."

That was the end of the conversation for a while; we both became too caught up in each other.

I pulled her legs higher around my back, bending her in half as I fucked into her hard and deep, trying my best to fuck her into the mattress.

"Give me your mouth."

She was breathing erratically as she turned her lips up to mine. Her body glistened with sweat as she moved beneath me wildly.

“I you love you Brett.”

“I know sweet girl I know.” I reached over, sending my cock deeper into her belly as I opened the nightstand drawer and removed the little velvet and leather box that I kept there.

I never stopped moving inside her as I retrieved the ring with my teeth and dropped it on her chest.

Leaning on one arm I took it in the other. “Give me your hand.” She didn’t hesitate, but lifted her hand for me to slip the ring on her finger.

I pounded harder and harder into her as she clenched around me, while I bit down on the ring I’d just bonded her with. "By the way, I changed your pills weeks ago." And with that I pushed through her cervix and released my seed.

LAURIE

“Brett, are you trying to impregnate me, or kill me?” I could barely get the words out because I was still breathing like a runaway train.

“What, why, am I too heavy?”

“No.” I squeezed my thighs around his hips so he’d know that that wasn’t it. I love feeling his weight on me, pressing me down, after we’ve made love. It adds an extra special something.

When he could move he lifted his head from its favorite spot in my neck, to look down at me.

“Then what is it?” He started moving inside me again.

“That.” I pinched his ass, because seriously, he was too much. I don’t know where he got it into his head that we have to have sex every hour on the hour for me to get pregnant, but the last time I reminded him that I got that way the first time after only one try, the house was like a deep freeze for days. He’s so touchy about certain things.

“We’ve been in this bed for four days, we’ve only left long enough to eat.”

“And?” At least we were having fun while we were at it, because I seriously believe that it was his intentions to keep me here until the job was done.

It’s been a month since he sprang his little surprise about the pills on me. At first I thought he was joking, I mean I would’ve noticed if my pills had been switched out wouldn’t I?

But in the morning when I checked, which was the first time he let me out of bed by the way, he sure had changed them. I’d been popping vitamins since we moved in.

I tried getting him to see just how wrong he was for that, but have you ever tried arguing with a tree stump? Yeah, it’s about the same. Only I think the stump might give you something, not Brett.

It was only after his mom and I grew closer, and I had an ally that I came to understand him.

Brett, to put it mildly, is spoilt. And now he’s leading my boys down the same path. As a single teenage mom, I know tough, or at least I thought I did. I hadn’t run into anything like him before though.

He takes charge of everything without asking, and how he knows what I need is sometimes a mystery, because I try not to ask him for anything.

With Brett more is always better. Which is why I’m surprised that he let me have my garden wedding two weeks ago at our new home, instead of the massive do his mother wanted to plan.

I finally figured it out. He was trying to make up for all he thinks I’ve missed out on, which is sweet, but unnecessary.

I also figured out how to deal with his brand of nutty. If he thinks something is harmful or can be potentially harmful, there’s no moving him. But if it’s just something I want or need, he’d move heaven and earth to get it for me.

Let’s not get started on the boys. I think we now own the equivalent of two toy stores.

After that day when he came back with the papers, nothing would do but that he adopt the boys right away.

To do that he said, we first had to get married. I begged him to get a pre-nuptial agreement, I knew what most people were going to think after all; but his words were and I quote, ‘where the fuck you gonna go?’

Now he’s had me in this bed for days it feels like. From the minute dad took the boys on a camping trip with their new uncles and grandfather, which is what Brett’s dad said they should call him.

I should probably tell him that he’d already done the deal, long before I even knew that he’d changed my pills, but I needed just a few more days of peace and quiet. I knew that as soon as I say those words my life, as I know it, is over.

“It’s not my fault that your pussy feels this good. It’s like you did something to it, it’s hotter inside and the walls feel different.”

It can’t be, “really?” I moved with him now because I couldn’t help myself. He has this way of making me just as hungry for him as he is for me, no matter how worn out I might be.

“Yes really, I stay hard inside you haven’t you noticed? So in essence it’s you who’ve been keeping me in bed all this time. When I’m not in you I’m thinking of being in you. And when I do get inside you, I can’t leave. I think you bewitched me.”

Yeah that’s it alright. I think for the sake of my sanity and my sore girly bits I’d better tell him; heaven help us.

“Brett?” I ran my hands soothingly down his back.

“Yeah?” I almost couldn’t get my thoughts together because he was still moving inside me. Only this time it was slow and easy, instead of the pounding lust that we’d shared just a short while ago.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” He pulled his head back again. How can he look so relaxed when he was making me crazy?

Here goes, “I’m pregnant.” He stopped all movement and just stared down at me for a full minute.

“You sure?” His voice was as soft as I’d ever heard it; there was such reverence in it.

“What’re you doing?” he pulled out of my body and laid between my thighs.

“I want to see.” What could I do but roll my eyes at that? There was nothing to see, not yet anyway.

But I endured his thorough inspection until he’d satisfied himself that there was nothing to see as yet, then he slid back into me and we made love for the rest of the afternoon. I guess it wasn’t just about breeding me after all.

BRETT

“Mom, I know what you’re going to say, but here’s the deal. My wife is not going anywhere for the weekend without me. I don’t know whatever gave you the idea that I would go for this.”

“Brett, it’s not the weekend it’s just one night. We’ll go to the show and dinner and be back first thing in the morning.”

“Take your husband with you, he likes that opera crap.”

“But it’s girls night.”

“Her girls night is going to be right here in this house. If she wants to see the Pirates of Penzance I can rent the movie.”

“It’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“Oh well. Did she put you up to this? Tell me she didn’t.”

“No, she said you’d never go for it so don’t even try, but I thought for sure that if you knew she wanted to see it that you’d let her have her way.”

“And she can see it, I’ll even sit through the crap when it comes here.”

“But that won’t be for months.”

“So? Mom get a grip, you know just as well as I do that there’s no way I’m letting my pregnant wife go off anywhere where I can’t keep an eye on her.” They didn’t need to know that I had more tags on my family than the pentagon had on the president; that would only defeat the purpose after all.

The women in this family are about as sneaky as they come. Too bad I’m always one step ahead of them. In the two months since she told me she was carrying my child, she’s been trying to make me crazy.

In all fairness it wasn’t anything she was doing, it’s just that I find it hard to go on with my day when all I do is worry about something going wrong.

My father in law and even my own dad seems to think that I’m a lost cause. According to their archaic memories, neither of them had the same issues I now suffer from.

Like jumping up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat because you just knew you were going to get it wrong.

Second-guessing everything. Staying up for hours trying to plan for what comes next.

Right now I’m trying to spend as much time with the boys as possible so that when the baby comes there’s no conflict.

I’ve been reading up on that shit a lot, because although this child was the first of my loins, those two will always be my firstborns.

I know that Laurie needs that security for them, that a big part of her problem in the beginning was accepting that a man could want to claim her boys as their own.

Since the adoption, I’ve done everything in my power to reassure her and I know it’s gone a long way to making her happy.

Now all I need is to get through this pregnancy with my sanity intact and we’re good to go. I had no idea this shit was going to turn my life upside down the way it has.

“I can’t talk to you.” She flounced up out of the chair and headed for the door.

“Fine, who’s next in the lineup?” She didn’t bother to answer, which means she’s pissed. I don’t see why, I’m pretty sure she knew before she came into my study what the answer was going to be. Just as she’d known each time she’d asked me about one of their hair-brained schemes in the past.

“Boy, what did you do to your mom, she’s steamed?”

“I don’t see why; you two got anything else on the agenda for today? Because I really need to get some work done. The boys were in here two minutes before she was, telling me all about some new toy dad brought them.

The object of me working from home was that I’d actually get some work done instead of worrying about you all the time.”

“Cantone, look at me.”

I looked up at her and felt my heart melt the way it always does. “I’m looking.”

“I don’t even have a tummy yet, but you’re already making everyone crazy.” I looked out the windows like I was searching for something.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m trying to see whose house we’re at.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if anyone doesn’t like what I’m doing, they’re always free to go, and no before you ask, that does not include you.

Why don’t you and that old lady knit a blanket or something, whatever happened with that?”

“We can’t knit all day everyday Brett. Sometimes you need to get out the house, get some fresh air, spread your wings.”

Again I looked out the window and she sighed.

“What’re you doing now?”

“There’s about five acres of land out there, all within the safety of the thick ass walls that surround this place. Take Gunther with you if you can’t wait ‘til I’m done here.

I grinned to myself when she too got up and flounced out of the room. My ass she’s going away for the night, I wouldn’t sleep a fucking wink. I hardly sleep as it is and she’s right next to me. No way.

I don’t care what anyone in this family says, it’s not abnormal for a man to want to keep on top of his pregnant wife every second of the day.

When I was trying to seed her, I wasn’t actually thinking about this part of things. I basically saw my dick going in, doing its thing, and then a little being that looked like the boys coming out.

Women talk a lot of shit about what it feels like to be pregnant. I’ll stick my neck out there and say they don’t know the half of it.

They’re not the ones who have to worry about what’s going on inside her body when you’re not there to watch over the two of them.

They don’t break out in a sweat because your whole life is walking around in a five three package that weighs maybe a hundred pounds.

They don’t sit around contemplating the fact that her womb is like the most precious thing in your world for the next however long the kid decides to stay in there.

That instead of one, you now worry for two, every time she’s out of your sight. Or how the thought of all the pain you keep hearing is awaiting her makes you wish you’d never touched her, until the next time you bury yourself inside her of course.

How do you let your most prized possession, the thing you hold most dear, out of your fucking sight, without going crazy?

Don’t get me started on the dangers that no one tells you about. The shit that has you afraid that she’d stub her fucking toe if you’re not there to hold her hand.

I know I’ve lost my shit I don’t need anyone to tell me. I just need them to let me get through the next six months in my own way.

Too bad I know that shit isn’t about to happen, just as I know I’m not going to breathe easy again in this lifetime. This love shit is a racket.