Broken Dreams (Franklin Blues #2) (9 page)

I get to the store, and the first person I see is Mason. “Hey man, how’s it going? I haven’t seen you since you drank almost a half-gallon of Jack over at Shawn and Hailee’s place. You been doing okay, you kind of look like shit?”

“Gee, thanks asshole. I’m fine; I need to fix some stuff around the house. I finally have a day off and need to get some shit done before I start working all of those hours again. I love working as much as I can, but I’ve really let the house go.”

We stand around bullshitting for a few minutes and I tell him about Amy and I having a baby and her moving in with me. He gets this faraway look in his eye, tells me congrats, and walks away. I know he’s been through some shit with that Melanie chick, and now I can’t help but think I’ve rubbed salt in his wounds. He was supposed to already have what we all have, and I can’t help but think that I’ve made a huge mess of things with him.

I get all the boxes and shit that I need to get my woman in my house and drive to her house with the biggest smile on my face.

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I pull up to her house, and get out of my car. By the time I get to her door, I can hear the music blaring from the house. I know she’s in a better mood when I hear ‘Country Girl, Shake it for Me’ by Luke Bryan blaring from the speakers.

I walk into the house and she’s dancing through the house. She hasn’t started packing, but considering I have all the boxes, I’m sure she was having a good time before I got there. I stand in the open door and watch her. She has no idea I’m even here, and I love watching her like this. She’s got a spatula in her hand, singing at the top of her lungs. This right here is the woman I’ve fallen in love with. She’s so carefree, wild, and free spirited that she draws in anyone that crosses paths with her.

She turns around and finally notices she’s not alone. As soon as she sees me, she lets out a little scream, obviously surprised to see me.

“Jesus, Lance, you scared the shit out of me. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Have you always been this weird creepy type stalker, because if so I might need to rethink this whole moving in with you thing,” she says and winks at me, but right at this moment the only thing I can think of is getting her naked and beneath me.

I slowly walk to her without saying a word. I want her to know what my intent is, and by the look on her face she knows it. As I close in on her, she gets this devilish smirk on her face, turns, and runs away from me.

“Amy, Darlin’, you can run from me but you know I’ll catch up to you.”

She’s laughing as she runs out the back door. Alright, if she wants a chase then a chase is what she’ll get. I run out the back door, and find her halfway across the yard with her hands on her hips smiling at me.

“I thought you could catch me, or are getting too old on me.”

Did she call me old? Well, then it’s time that I show her how young I am. I start to run after her, and she turns, starts laughing, and runs in the opposite direction. I catch up to her pretty quickly and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her off the ground. I spin her around a few times, and place her back on the ground.

“See, I told you I’d always catch you. Even when you don’t think anything else is going right and you’re falling, remember, I’ll always catch you.”

She looks at me with a world of emotions playing out behind those beautiful hazel eyes of hers.

“What’s going through your head right now? I can tell there’s something going on. You can always talk to me about anything, you know that.”

She shakes her head and stands up on her tip toes, sealing her lips to mine. I feel so many emotions through her kiss, but the one I feel the most is love. As long as I can feel that, I know that we can always work through anything.

Amy

I pour all my love into that one kiss. I need him to know that I trust him to always be there to catch me if I fall. He starts to walk me backwards, and I know he’s taking me into the house and to my room. I’m not sure I can make it that far, so I break our kiss, take him by the hand, and walk him over to the couch.

I push him down and straddle him. I crash my lips to his, and from there it’s like we can’t get the other naked fast enough. He pulls my shirt up and over my head and then goes for the hooks on the back of my bra. He breaks the kiss long enough to kiss his way down my neck, making his way to my tits. He pinches and rolls my nipples before placing one in his mouth, and it’s now that I notice how sensitive they are now. My eyes start to roll back, and I can feel the familiar build of an orgasm coming on.

“Oh God, Lance I’m going to come already and you’ve barely touched me. My tits are so sensitive now. Oh dear God, don’t stop what you’re doing.”

He doesn’t. He moves over to my other nipple and lays the same assault on that one as he works the other with his fingers. Holy shit, that feels fucking amazing, and from the sounds coming from him I can tell he’s satisfied with his handiwork. The hand that was on my nipple has now started to travel south, and I know the moment he touches me there I’m going to lose it.

He unbuttons my jeans and keeps his hand moving beneath my panties. He teases me by rubbing his finger slightly out of reach of where I need him to touch me the most. He does it again, and I get extremely frustrated. I’m going to smack the shit out of him if he doesn’t stop teasing me. Finally, he hits the sweet spot. He takes his thumb and starts moving it in circles, and it feels like a rocket going off inside my body. Once my body stops convulsing, I look at Lance through hooded eyes. He sticks his thumb in his mouth and licks my juices off of it. Watching him do that turns me on even more so I crash my mouth back to his as he starts to take my jeans off. I stand up and shimmy them down my legs along with my thong. He looks me up and down before grabbing my hand and making me straddle him again.

“Amy, you are the sexiest human being I’ve ever seen. You are only going to get sexier and sexier each day from here on out,” he says and lifts my hips, pushing into me. I grip the back of the couch and start moving up and down. Every so often, I move my hips in a circle, and each time I do, his piercings hit that special spot. I throw my head back and moan his name. He takes that opportunity to start kissing and sucking from the bottom of my ear all the way down to where my neck and shoulders meet. The feel of his lips on my body fuels me to a more rapid pace. I throw my head back again and moan his name. There’s the familiar building once again, so I start to move faster. Lance takes a hold of my hips and starts thrusting into me from the bottom.

“Amy, I’m getting so damn close. I won’t go until you go with me so I sure as fuck hope you’re almost there too.”

I nod my head as the sensations are getting to be too much. Lance thrusts into me a few more times, harder than before, and I know he’s really close. The rubber band in my body is almost to its breaking point, and with one last thrust it snaps, and I can feel my body convulse around him.

“Dear God, Amy that was fan-fucking-tastic. It only gets better with you. I will never be able to get enough of you. What did I ever do to deserve you, and the gift that you are giving me? I have never wanted something so much in my life. I’m going to be the best daddy in the world; I want you to know that.”

His words hit home, and I know for a fact that he will be a wonderful daddy to our baby. I’m beginning to wonder though if I will be a good mom. My mom died when I was so young I barely remember her. I don’t know what being a good mom looks like. Sure I had the foster homes, and I had some great “parents” through them, but it’s not the same. I start to get teary eyed, so I get off Lance and get my clothes back on.

“Hey now, Amy where did you go? You were with me a few minutes ago, and then you were in another world. Talk to me.”

I go over to the couch and sit down. I put my head in my hands and shake my head. How can I explain to this wonderful man that I’m terrified of being a mother because I never truly had one? I’m sure he had two parents who loved him and showed him what it’s like to be the extraordinary man that he is today.

“Lance, keep in mind that I’m not like you. I didn’t have two parents my whole life like you did. I didn’t have the role models to teach me what it’s like to be good parents. My whole world died when I was only ten, and then I jumped from foster home to foster home. Sure I had one of the best ones at one point, and I thought I was going to get adopted, but who wants a moody teenager once you get pregnant? They sure as hell didn’t and I can’t blame them. They had been trying for years and finally got what they wanted. I don’t know how to be a mom. Sure I watch Hailee, but it’s not the same.”

I feel Lance put his arms around me. I look up at him and he has an unreadable look on his face. I’m not sure what to make of it and he’s kind of making me nervous. I’m not sure what I expect, but what he tells me isn’t it.

Lance

She doesn’t think she’s going to be a good mom. How in the hell can she think that? Does she think that Hailee and I would let her be anything but a good mom? She thinks I had the perfect childhood and I can’t blame her. It’s not like I told her the truth about my lovely parents. The things I’m about to tell her I haven’t told anyone, not even Shawn. I’ve got so many skeletons in my closet that it looks like an old cemetery, but she needs to know that she’s not the only one who has been through shit.

“Amy, you couldn’t be further from the truth. I didn’t have two parents were good role models. I hope you don’t look at me differently after I tell you my story, no one knows this part of me, and before you ask, no not even Shawn knows this about me. I’m a very private person, and this is not something I’m proud of whatsoever.”

She nods her head in understanding. I hope she doesn’t look at me differently after telling her this very dark story of my past.

“I used to have a normal childhood. I had two of the most amazing parents a kid could ask for, and the greatest big brother on the planet. We were only 11 months apart so we were really close. We could’ve been twins we looked so much alike. Aaron was great, we did everything together. He never made me feel like I was the annoying little brother that always followed him around. We played sports together, hung out with the same kids, and were practically attached at the hip.”

I take a deep breath, and get up off the couch. I can’t sit still while I tell this next part. This is the first time in a long time that I’ve talked about this.

“My parents were high society, and you could say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. My dad worked for some investment banking firm, and my mom was the typical trophy wife. She did all the country club bullshit that came along with being married to my dad. Aaron and I hated going to the stupid functions they were always throwing.

“When I was sixteen, Aaron started acting different. He became distant and didn’t want to chill with me as much anymore. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him until one day I came home from basketball practice and I heard my parents yelling. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so being the nosy teenager I was, I went to see what was going on. When I walked into the formal living room, I saw Aaron sitting on the couch next to his best friend Tyler. My parents were yelling about how something would make our family look. I dropped my gym bag on the floor, and everyone turned and looked at me. Aaron and Tyler were both crying, and my parents were the maddest I’ve ever seen them.

“They asked me if I knew my brother was a faggot. I wasn’t sure what the hell they were talking about. I looked down at Aaron, and he’s looking me like I’m some sort of ghost. His bright blue eyes were wide and red from crying, and his face paled.

“I told my parents I had no idea, but what did it matter anyways. He was still my big brother no matter what, and I’d always love him. It didn’t matter to me who he loved, and I couldn’t understand why it mattered to my parents. He was still the same guy that they raised, so what if he was a little different, right?”

I let out an emotionless laugh. Of course it mattered to them. I now realize I’m crying. I hear sniffling and I look over to Amy who has tears falling down her face. I go back over to the couch, sit next to her, and hug her. I bury my head in her chest and cry along with her. Thinking about Aaron isn’t something I’ve let myself do in a very long time. It’s always been easier to bury it all and not deal with it. I ask Amy if I should continue and she nods.

“I came home from school one day and noticed mom and dad weren’t home. It had been a couple of months since Aaron made his confession that him and Tyler were in love. I’d always liked Tyler so it wasn’t really any different to me. My parents however, didn’t think the same. They hadn’t talked to Aaron in all that time since he dropped the bomb on them. I came to find out mom caught him and Tyler making out and fooling around in his room. He never told me because he thought that I would feel the same way as my parents, and I told him that that couldn’t be further from the truth. He was still my idol, it didn’t matter to me what type of person he loved.

“When I stepped inside, I could tell something was wrong. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but something was definitely off. I walked to my room, but I had this feeling in my gut that there was something not right. I walked into Aaron’s room, and he wasn’t home either. I almost walked back out but something caught my eye the window was open and this piece of paper floated off his desk onto his bed when a breeze blew through the room. I walked over to the bed and picked it up. Never in a million years did I imagine that he was hurting as bad as he was until I read the words on that paper.”

I start crying all over again, and Amy rubs my back, letting me get it out. She’s being my rock right now. I don’t know what I’d do without her in my life right this minute.

“Lance, you don’t have to continue if it’s getting too hard. We can talk about this some other time. I hate seeing you in this much pain. Let’s take a break for today.”