We are in our cocoon of happiness when El says, “I like you, Brandon.” She brings my hand to her chest and I touch my forehead to hers. We still need to talk about the diary, Brianna’s future. “I really do.”
“Love,” I correct. “You love me, El.”
“I love you, Brandon.”
Her eyes close, she breathes me in. I feel like an ass for ruining the moment but we cannot truly move forward if she doesn’t know the truth. I fear she will reject Brianna. But I shouldn’t be scared. This is El.
“I owe you an apology too,” I say. My fingers run through her hair and she hums in approval.
El wraps herself around me, hides her face in my chest. My jaw rests on her head, the position lends me strength I didn’t know I needed and my shoulders fall in relief. This shouldn’t be hard to talk about.
“For what?”
“For what I said. You were not the reason my life was falling apart at that point.” It was as a result of my mistakes. If I didn’t send that video to her in the first place, Vincent would never have gotten hold of it. In the end, it worked in my favour. She weaves her fingers into my beards. “That was uncalled for.”
A flicker of hurt flashes across her face, she tries to pass it off with a careless shrug. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?” El nods fast. I grin. We are okay. “You tend to say a lot of mean stuff when you’re angry.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “It’s bad. But I’m working on it.” Her eyes shine with mirth. “Baby love. Don’t be mad at me for that, okay? I promise to do better.”
I hug her to my chest. “If you feel like you are about to say something hurtful, walk away. I’ll rather you walk out on me than say all those things because they hurt my feelings. I have feelings too, you know?”
El’s lips turn down in a frown, she hoists herself up so her legs are on either side of me. “I know, baby. I know.” Her eyes soften as she stares at me. “I’ll try harder.” She waves her pinky finger. “Promise.”
Tugging on the hem of my shirt, El frowns when I extricate her hands from my body. Lust darkens her eyes, she bounces on my dick and frowns at my lack of response. “I still have to tell you something.” Her mouth opens. El thinks about it for a long second that scares me, then nods. “It’s about Brianna.”
We are back to sitting on the bed, cross-legged and knees touching. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah. She is.” Emotions build inside me as I try to find the courage to pour out those words. “Can you hold me?” She crosses over and hugs me. I tuck my jaw in the curve of her shoulder and wrap my arms around her waist, almost too tight for her to breathe. I have her. Everything will be fine. Her fingers slide into my scalp. “Brianna is not my daughter.”
I know the second she processes my statement. El tenses. She tries to pull away from the hug but I don’t allow her. I don’t want her to see my face because I am starting to tear up again. I thought I was over it.
“Brandon.” A long pause. “I’m so sorry.”
“Just hold me,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her neck. “Please.” El nods against me. My vision clears soon and the tears dry up as fast as they came. “I found out when Bren was at the hospital and I took out some of the anger on you.” El rubs small circles on my lower back. “I wish you were there with me.”
“I’m here now, baby,” she says. Against my efforts, she wrenches herself from my hold and palms my face. “And I’m not going anywhere, okay?” My head moves on its own accord in a nod. Her fingers wipe the under of my eyes. “Is Brendan her father?” I nod. “Is that why you went to see him?”
“Kind of.” Her brows raise. “Mostly, yes.”
“How do you feel now?”
Different emotions push to the surface. My face is a canvas, everything is on display. I am vulnerable in front of my wife. El doesn’t stare at me with pity, maybe a hint of sadness and her forehead meets mine.
“Sad,” I whisper.
El nods like she can understand. Maybe she does. It affected us both in different ways.
“Angry for the wasted years. Baby, I spent such a long time fighting the wrong battles.” My throat clogs again, I have to take deep breaths to push the rest of the words out. “I wish I knew.” Before the accident happened. Brendan might still be alive. His death is partly my fault. I sigh softly. “My brother is dead, El.”
“I know, baby.” She smoothes my brows, wipes the tears leaking to my cheeks. “Hey, look at me.” Her eyes are shining bright with everything but anger. “You have punished yourself enough.” Maybe. “Baby, you can’t change the past, it’s gone.”
She kisses my tears, smiles at me like I’m the only man in her world.
“But you can try to do better for the future. You thought she was your daughter, it guided your decision. There is no way you would have known.” On a second thought, she says, “Your brother is not exactly a saint either. He was an idiot.” Her hands curve around her mouth and she screams, “Brendan, you were a real asshole.”
I laugh. She snickers. She definitely would have slapped Brendan a few times on my behalf.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay?” I pout. It is such a simple statement but one of the hardest to practise. “You deserve all the beautiful things of life.”
“Like you?” I tease.
The heaviness in my chest is gone, replaced by a lightness that has to do with her. I struck gold with this woman, she’s all the colours in one. El pretends to think about my question and my fake frown deepens.
“And the girls and Brianna,” she adds. “You deserve everything good, Brandon. We are all yours, baby.”
El kisses me gently on the lips like she’s afraid I will break if she goes harder. My arms slip around her waist to hold her, my tongue slides into her mouth. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders and it goes flying across the room in our feverish excitement.
“Baby,” I moan into the kiss. She pulls off her gown, her underwear comes off next and she helps me out of my shorts. My erection throbs with anticipation and eagerness. We need to finish this talk before we do any other thing but my dick is now in control. We want the warmth of her vagina now. “Elna. Baby.”
She goes on her knees between my legs, I shake my head but it’s too late to stop her.
Her mouth engulfs my cock, taking in my whole length like she does this regularly. I hiss and fist her hair. With my dick lodged in her mouth, she peers at me through hooded eyes and I lose control. Her head bobs over my dick in practised precision and a guttural growl tunnels out of my lips. Good Lord.
It happens so fast. In barely a few minutes, my load shoots into her mouth. She swallows every single last drop and slides right onto my dick. A satisfied grunt escapes both of us at the fullness. El brushes my hair away from my face, plants a kiss on my shoulder, jaw and the tip of my nose, then winks.
Who is this woman?
El bounces on my dick that swells inside her. Her hands roam my chest and my entire body lights up under her touch. Her teeth sink into a spot on my neck, she sucks on it until she gives me a hickey.
“I think we should adopt her,” El whispers.
I lost my train of thoughts for a moment. How can she be discussing something as serious as this while riding me? My heart stops. El grips the headboard and grinds her waist against me. My heart jumpstarts.
“Are you sure?”
She laughs her melodic laugh that makes me feel better about everything. I cup her sweet, soft ass.
“Of course I am,” she replies. Her hands drop to my shoulders as she lowers herself to my dick and lifts herself almost immediately. Fucking fuck. Moans tumble out of my lips, she captures my mouth in a brief kiss that turns urgent when my fingers run against her clit. “I can’t think of a better father for her.”
Her voice is breathless but her message is clear. I flip her under me and her legs lock around my waist. El looks up to me, eyes wide with mischief. It took a while for us to get here but I’m glad we are finally here.
“You have always been Brianna’s daddy, I don’t think that should change now.” She’s right. She is so fucking right about that. “If you don’t mind, I can join you in the room when you tell her.” I like that. My dick pokes her entrance, she purrs. I place a hand beside her head and she flattens her palms on my chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“You’re here now and you’re not going anywhere,” I say. She nods. “It’s all that matters.”
Amber eyes lock onto brown ones, silently communicating all the things we are yet to say.
El jerks her hip forward. “Make love to me, Brandon.”
A feather-like kiss on her stomach has her squirming under me. I kiss a path up to her breasts and take one hard nipple in my mouth. Her fingers graze my skin, my throat tightens as her hand works my shaft. She lets out a soft cry as I alternate between both breasts. I link our hands above her head and kiss her.
I kiss her. I love her. I make her feel. I breathe in her scent and bask in her existence.
Another slight jerk from her and my cock slides into her completely. We moan, a beautiful sound that is heightened by our eyes meeting. Her tears brim over, I kiss away the evidence and start rocking my hips.
Words are not enough to describe this moment, this feeling or the delicate communion of our bodies. Electricity charges through my whole being as the tightness of her cunt envelopes me. Her eyes remain fixed on mine as we move closer and closer to the land of pleasure. Her lips part open in silent moans.
“I loved you, Brandon,” she chants in a holy whisper. “Even when I said I hated you. I love you always.”
“I loved you, Elna. Even when I was angry at you.” She sniffs. “I love you always.”
Tucking my head into the crook of her neck, my nose rubs against her soft skin. She stiffens briefly, then raises herself to meet each of my gentle thrust in a delicious rhythm. She is so close. I am too.
“Come with me,” I whisper into her ear.
On my words, her body sags against mine and my seeds spill into her femininity. I collapse beside her, she hoists herself on my lap and slips my deflated erection into her core. Her jaw rests on my chest, she trails circles around my tiny nipple. When my hand cups her butt, she looks up to me with a wide grin.
In that moment, everything is right and one plus one equals one.