Ben (The Sherwood)

“That wouldn’t hurt,” she agreed. “But I want to see them all be happy Ben.”

“Do you approve of Lilah because Matt likes her.”

Her eyes traveled across the room where Justin was monopolizing Lilah as usual while Matt avoided her like she had the bubonic plague. “Ben, that woman is complicated. She is hurt, and a little broken right now but then again, so is Matt.”

I nodded.

“I feel about her like I do Merci. I don’t want to see any of them get hurt. I’m just not sure what is right for them.”

I understood her feelings. I felt the same way.

“Any reason you asked for this dance? You didn’t dance with Elijah at his wedding.”

“He would have felt awkward. Elijah is Elijah. I didn’t want him to feel that way.”

Yet she could make me feel awkward. I shook my head at her. Then I hugged her close. I understood that statement about Elijah though.

He wasn’t comfortable with many people. Jenny was one of the few. Me too. He loved our mother, but he would have been mortified if she had asked him to dance with her even though it was just family and friends at the farm where they were married.

“You danced with Matt too at his wedding to Layla,” I stated.

“I did,” she agreed.

The song ended and at first, I held onto my mother. “Ben are you okay?” She asked me when I didn’t release her right away.

“I am but I wanted to hug you just a second longer.”

She laid her head against my chest and patted my back. She understood. I wasn’t her little boy anymore. I probably hadn’t gotten a hug like this since I was thirteen or fourteen. Too big to behave in any manner that showed I loved this woman. “I love you, Rachel.”

She knew deep down that we liked to call her Rachel behind her back. The moment was broken. She pulled out of my arms and smacked my ass before she walked away from me. I glanced over my shoulder and before she got too far, Mom turned and winked at me. I laughed at her or with her. She was chuckling as she walked to my dad. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her. I was glad that they were doing so well.

I rejoined my brothers who were giving me funny looks. I wasn’t sharing anything about that dance with them. It was between me and Mom. If they wanted to find out what went on with a mother – son dance, they needed to find a woman and get married themselves.

It was nearly midnight when everyone left. I finally got to take my bride home. Mom and Dad took my daughter for the night so Disa and I could have a night alone. We didn’t go to the trailer. We went to a cheap motel in Severe. It wasn’t fancy, but it was away from everyone where no one knew where we were.

Disa had packed a small bag for us. We weren’t going to need much tonight. Tomorrow I wanted to take her for breakfast then it was back to normal for us just as man and wife.

In the summer, I promised her I would take her somewhere. She didn’t care. Disa understood that work was just too busy for me to leave right now. Christmas was just around the corner. We would have a few days there to spend together.

We were in our room and starting to undress. I watched Disa taking down her hair while I took off my vest and laid it on the bed. I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt then she turned her back to me, so I could unzip her dress. She let the straps slowly slide down her arms. I brushed her hair aside and caressed her neck with my lips. I felt her knees give and a soft moan of desire escaped her sweet mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her belly and held Disa on her feet. She tipped her head to the side; her long hair cascaded over her shoulder covering her breast where my grandmother’s pin was clipped to her bra.

Turning Disa in my arms I let her gown slide to the floor, leaving her in just her satiny bra and underwear. I assaulted her mouth with my own. Her fingers were struggling with the buckle of my belt while my tongue danced in her mouth, teasing and tormenting her.

She broke our kiss. Then, slowly pulled my belt from my pants with a snap. She tossed it to the floor and unzipped my pants shoving them down my hips. Her eyes were on fire with passion. I wanted to take her and shove her to the bed. She pushed my hands away from her. I frowned.

“Tonight, I give you pleasure first,” she declared. I kicked off my shoes and my jeans. She caressed me through my boxers and I inhaled roughly.

I loved her touch.

Her eyes teased me. They promised me that I would enjoy tonight. She yanked my boxers to my feet then she shoved me back on the bed. Disa crawled across my body, straddling me. Her desire for me as obvious as mine was for her.

Her tongue traced patterns across my chest. I let my head fall back against the bed. I closed my eyes lost in the sensations that she was creating in my body. A burning fire for her started in my groin and was working its way up to my chest. I could barely breath I wanted her so badly.

She rubbed against me. Her satin clad bottom was like torture for my engorged cock. I groaned. She loved every aching minute she was causing me. She removed her bra and laid it on the nightstand. She rubbed her hands across her own tits and I nearly lost my mind. I loved it when she touched herself.

She was an angel with innocence and a wanton woman at the same time. She had bewitched me with her looks and her loving kindness. I was lost without her. I reminded myself it would be years before I had to worry about being without her again then she did the unthinkable. Something she hadn’t done yet.