“Oh…” She gave me a sad smile then placed her hand on mine. “How old would she have been?”
“Fifty-seven.”
She sighed with sadness. “That’s so young…”
“I know.” I looked straight ahead with her hand in mine, not afraid to show my emotion in front of her. My mother’s death still filled me with so much pain. I’d never been dependent on anyone for anything, but my mother was different. I missed her because I loved her, not just because of everything she did for me. “It’s not fair. I still struggle with it.”
“It’s understandable. If I lost my parents…I would never get over it. They could be a hundred, and I would still think it was too soon.” She squeezed my hand again.
Her father would probably live to be a hundred just so he could look after her.
We left the car and walked to the plot Ronan and I had bought for her. It had a large tombstone decorated with an angel. She had extra space around her area, a private plot so I could visit her without other people around.
Carmen stood at my side then placed the flowers against the tombstone, the arrangement handmade for my mother. She came back to me then hooked her arm through mine, her face leaning against my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, babe.”
Despite my misery, I loved hearing her call me that. I loved hearing the affection in her voice as well as the love. I loved having this woman on my arm, carrying the weight for me so I didn’t have to carry it alone. The bad shit in life seemed a lot more bearable when I had someone to share it with. I’d decided I would be alone for the rest of my life, focused on making money and maintaining my power. But now that I had something more important than all of that, those things didn’t matter anymore. Money and security didn’t console me during my grief.
It was Carmen.
We stood there together for at least fifteen minutes, staring down at my mother’s grave. Her tombstone showed my name as well as my brother’s. We were the two people who survived her since she didn’t have any other family.
Footsteps sounded behind us, and I turned to see who was approaching.
It was Ronan, with his own handful of flowers. “Sorry to interrupt…” He placed his flowers beside mine before he stood up again.
Carmen left my side and hugged him, squeezing him around the waist as she rested her head against his chest.
He hugged her back before he kissed her on the forehead.
I didn’t mind the affection, knowing my brother looked at her like a sister.
He came to me next and sighed. “I think Mom would be happy to see us together on her birthday.”
“I think so too.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and stood at his side, looking down at our mother’s gravesite.
Carmen came back into my side and hugged my waist.
The three of us stood together at my mother’s grave, and with both of them there, it was the first time visiting my mother wasn’t brutally painful.
The second we were home, I had Carmen on her back, her naked body pressed against the sheets with her head on the pillow. My arms were pinned behind her knees, and I was inside her instantly, relieved the second her wet pussy was wrapped around my length. When we were naked and combined, nothing else in the outside world mattered. It was just the two of us.
There was no such thing as pain.
I moved between my woman’s legs and cherished the pussy I was obsessed with. No other woman had ever felt this good, had ever motivated me to take the condom off and commit to her. They were all the same. Carmen was the only one who was different.
She was as beautiful as she was smart. She was as sassy as she was bold. She was perfect in every single way.
The perfect woman.
I took my time, slowly rocking into her and feeling my toes arch in pleasure. There was nowhere else I’d rather be than nine inches deep inside this cunt. A high-stakes poker game wasn’t nearly as exciting, nor a cigar or the smoothest scotch in the world.
Nothing could compare to Carmen.
I moved deep and hard between her legs, feeling the stickiness develop between our bodies. If I pulled my dick out, there would be a line of drool between us because her pussy was so wet and my dick was so hard. “Tell me you love me.” I held my weight on my arms as my hips pressed deep into her body, my cock moving all the way until only my balls were left in the cold. I pulled back and prepared to slam into her again, claiming her over and over.