REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,73

I was growing up. I did, once, after falling down and skinning my knees. After he beat the shit out of me, I vowed never to cry again.

But here today, in front of this complete stranger who is stripping herself bare before my very eyes, I cry. For every damned day of my life that I have been without her, I cry like a newborn baby.

All of a sudden her arms are around me, comforting me with the motherly love I have craved my entire life. More love than I deserve.

“I’m not even worthy of you being here. Or to even be called your son,” I mumble as she continues to hold me.

“That’s not true,” she says. “A mother’s love is unconditional. I’m the one who’s not worthy after letting you down the way I did, but today, the two of us are going to have a fresh start.”

I close my eyes as a foreign sensation washes over me. I wonder what it is, until it hits me. For the first time in my life, I am feeling what it truly is like to be loved.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Clove

After six hours of uninterrupted sleep, then feeding and changing the baby, we made love two more times. I feel like we’re a real family. I hate the idea of being trapped inside. I would give anything to take Journey outside for a walk, let her feel the warmth from the sunshine, see the birds. Anything to let her see there is more to life than being confined within the walls of a house. In her short life, that is all she has known.

“It’s noon and we are still in bed. Don’t you think we should get up?” I ask Turner.

“Nah, I’m not wanting to get up. We may as well enjoy the peace and quiet before Journey is running around the house, climbing in bed with us and all that other stuff little kids do. Besides, I haven’t quite had enough of you yet.”

His deep, husky voice screams his desire for me again, not to mention his rock hard cock pressing into my back. A yearning to taste him has me flipping over and pushing him onto his back, his brows lifting as if to challenge me.

“We’ve barely gotten started,” I say seductively.

I bend forward and bite his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.

“I think I want to begin here... and then here,” I say, kissing his chin. I place one on his throat next. “Here.”

I move back up to his ear, biting and nibbling as he verbally coaxes me to continue.

“Fuck me,” he says.

“My mouth is about ready to,” I grin and move farther south.

The same overwhelming need to touch and kiss him everywhere rushes through me just as I imagine it did to him last night. I know he’s real, he’s here, and he will always be mine.

After being ripped apart and cheated out of an entire year of our lives together, it now feels like we will never get enough. Our hearts, minds, and bodies are combining with a driving force to make up for all that time lost, to just feel again and get lost in each other.

My fingers skim down his chest, my fingernails digging in slightly. I feel the urge to push him until he can’t take it anymore. I want him to fuck my mouth right back like he used to, harder and faster until my mouth is overflowing with the taste of him.

Turner removes his balled up fists from his sides and grabs my hair, pulling it back from my face.

“I want to watch you take me into your mouth,” he says insistently, pressing his hips into my breasts. I begin to rub his cock in between them, up and down for several strokes.

“You keep doing that, I am going to flip you over and fuck your tits,” he growls.

I smirk, knowing how turned on he is.

“Later. Right now, this is mine,” I say as I grip his cock firmly in my hands.

His head falls back, his eyes closing. He inhales and then exhales, then opens them back up and they are on me. My head lowers and I fist him up and down hard at first, coming to an abrupt stop the minute I lick up the outside of his shaft.

“Aw, hell, baby. Do that again,”

And I do, three more times. Then I gently grab his balls, squeezing them just enough to make him jerk while my hand moves down to the bottom