Every Way (Brush of Love 4)

“There is nothing you did wrong. The blame is on my mother. Not you. The things she said to you were out of line. Honestly? I’m still reeling a bit from the shock.”

“I know. I thought we were over all of this,” she said.

“Me, too. With all the things my father found out, I thought this would put us on a path to healing. My father has accepted it, that my brother’s death had been a murder. I’ve accepted it, for the most part. But my mother ... I don’t think she has.”

“I think it made her angrier,” she said. “And rightfully so. That was her baby boy, and she had it in her mind that his death was his own doing. Now that she knows it’s not, she’s probably thinking she could’ve done something about it.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not worth thinking about. Just because she can’t accept it doesn’t mean she gets to take her anger out on others the way she did over dinner. I need you to know that dinner was not your fault, Hailey. Not by a long shot.”

“Thanks,” she said.

I cupped Hailey’s cheek and brought her lips to mine. I could feel her body pressing into me, her growing curves blanketing my body. My clothes were heavy with water, and my hair was plastered to my forehead, but the way her body molded to mine began to heat my skin. Our tongues swiped together, and our lips danced in harmony. A glorious routine that had given rise to the child growing within Hailey. I wrapped my arms around her as much as I could and pulled her deeper into me, feeling our child kick against my abdomen.

“No matter what,” I said into her lips, “I’ll always pick you.”

“Thank you,” Hailey said breathlessly.

“I love you. You are my other half, the woman I was destined to be with, and nothing will come between that, not even my mother.”

“I love you so much,” she said.

“And I love you.” Our kissing turned heated, and I could feel her nipples puckering against my skin. My hands worked to rid myself of my clothing, straining my muscles as I peeled them off my body. I grew harder as Hailey stood, her body naked and bare for me as my eyes scanned her. She was the most beautiful creation alive, a piece of artwork being molded in front of my eyes. Her stomach sat high, and her stretch marks were purple, painting beautiful colors across her pale skin. Her thighs were thick with love, and

her breasts were swinging freely, beckoning to my lips as I stood to meet her gaze.

I helped her out of the bathtub and led her to the bed, my eyes never leaving hers.

“You are gorgeous,” I said.

“Stop it,” she said, giggling.

“A work of art to be praised.” My lips lowered to her neck, and I could hear her groan at the contact. My hands slid along her body, cupping her breasts and massaging them slowly. She sighed with relief as the aches and pains left her body, and the tension in the lines of her sleek muscles began relaxing as my lips traveled down. I kissed every open part of her. Every curve, every dip, and every stretch mark. I ran my tongue across the purple pastures of her body and dipped my fingers into the crease of her thighs. She was rolling into me, her hands tangled in the wet tendrils of my hair as I nipped at her luscious thighs.

“So beautiful,” I whispered. “So perfect.”

I kissed her thighs and up her side, leaning her over so she was comfortable. I slid behind her, my hand massaging her beautiful bosom as my cock slid between her legs. She was drenched and waiting, her hips rolling back into me. I could feel myself leaking against her, ready for the warmth and comfort her body could provide me.

I kissed her shoulder as I slid in, her walls beckoning me in as she groaned into the night.

“You are breathtaking,” I said in her ear. “A dedicated monument to all the women of this world who have carried children.”

“Oh, Bryan. This feels so good.”

“You are delicious,” I said as I pumped into her. “Like a table of desserts ready to be devoured.”

Her hand reached back and found my head, guiding my lips to her neck. That was what she loved the most, my lips suckling her skin while I slowly thrust into her. Her passion had become tamed with her pregnancy. She found herself more intimate than animalistic. And I loved it. I loved pressing my body deep into hers and taking a slow pace. I loved how lazy our sex had become, how easy it was to please her and how wonderfully she shook at the slightest movements.

My hips rolled deeply, hitting parts of her I rarely did as her legs began to shake.

“I want to hear you say it,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“I want you to say you’re beautiful.”

“I’m so close. Please, Bryan.”

“Say it, and I’ll let you.” My hand released her breast and traveled down to her glistening folds. I parted her with my fingers as she moaned, her hips rolling down to find any sort of friction. I pulled myself from between her legs, with nothing but the head of my cock seated within her body. She was trembling for me. Panting as her body flushed with wanton lust.