Hot Summer Nights (Lucas Brothers)

“Come for me, Maggie. Come for me,” he urges, his hot breath spreading against my clit.

“I want you,” I beg, knowing I want him inside of me more than I want my next breath.

“And you’ll have me. Just come for me, baby. Please.”

With everything he’s doing, that one word is my downfall. Bryant is everything, and to hear him say please, his voice so full of desire that it weighs the air around us down, is my undoing. I let go of my restraint and turn myself over to the pleasure that only he can create.

Only Bryant.

Always him.

I climax, grinding down on his face, his fingers biting into my flesh only heightening my pleasure. I ride out wave after wave of pleasure, Bryant never stopping his onslaught. I can’t even catch my breath as he uses his hold on my hips and pushes me down his body. I force my eyes to open, our gazes locked, as he positions his cock at my entrance.

“This is it, Maggie,” he says, staring at me as if he can see all the way to my soul. “There’s no going back.”

An inkling of fear tries to force its way through my pleasure-soaked brain. “Bryant,” I whisper.

“From this moment on, it’s you and me and our family. We’re going to make it work this time, baby. There’s no going back.” I stiffen, fear igniting through all of me now, but before it can take root, he forcefully thrusts his rock-hard cock inside of me. He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in and I’m stretching to accommodate his thickness.

“Fuck,” I hiss, losing any grip on my fear as he barely gives me a breath to get used to the feel of him inside of me, before he starts urging me to ride him. He holds me the entire time, his fingers squeezing my hips with bruising force as I rise up and down on him, still mostly under his control. I grind against him when he bottoms out inside of me. I rock back and forth, before riding again. We keep up that dance, picking up speed with each downward stroke.

“Maggie,” he moans, and I can feel it. He’s close—so close. But honestly, I just came and I’m already there again, too. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Bryant. I’ll always be yours, sweetheart. Always,” I tell him, unable to hold back the emotion that is flooding through me. It’s impossible. What is happening between us is too beautiful right now.

“My wife,” he groans, and I feel him coming deep inside of me and hearing him call me his wife makes tears sting my eyes as I follow him over the edge. We climax together, Bryant kissing me as I collapse against him, riding out the remnants of the storm we created in his arms.

“I love you, Bry,” I gasp.

“I love you, Maggie. I’ve always loved you. We’re going to make it work this time. You’ll see,” he promises. “Everything will be good now.”

I want to argue that he can’t promise that. I want to point out that making love doesn’t stop everything else from going to hell. I don’t do any of that. I’m too weak. Instead, I just lie in his arms, pushing everything else aside except being with Bryant right now.

I’m going to allow myself this moment before everything comes crashing down…

26

Maggie

I watch as the sun peeks up over the hills and finally begins shining through the bedroom window. I’m wide awake. The one time I fell asleep, I had a nightmare.

In my nightmare, I dreamed that I was sick and dying and Bryant was right there by my side, taking care of me. He was so tired—I didn’t see that part, but I had that feeling. I could remember him doing everything for me. I was crying, needing to go to the restroom. I hurt everywhere, and I could barely move. I forced Bryant’s name out, calling out to him, and when he came into the bedroom, he wasn’t the Bryant I expected.

This Bryant was angry.

“What is it now?” he barked.

“I need to use the bathroom, Bryant.”

“Damn it, Maggie, I just cleaned you! Don’t you think I have better things to do than to clean you up? Don’t I deserve a life?”

“You do. I’m sorry, Bryant. I just…”

“You, you, you! Listen to yourself, Maggie. You spent the best years of my life dicking me around and now you’re going to ruin what years I have left. I hate you! I hate you!”

I woke up crying, doing my best to keep those tears silent as I waited for the sun to make an appearance. Now that it has, my tears have long since dried, but this dread inside my stomach seems to be growing and I just keep replaying one of the greatest nights of my life, which is also one of the worst. It doesn’t seem fair that one night could be both of those, but it’s true just the same.