Ask Me Why(88)

“Uh-huh. Super-positive.” Ollie passes the jewelry to Brance. He opens the clasp and loops it around my wrist.

“He picked this out all by himself.” Brance spins the links until the charm is facing us.

“I love you both so much. My f-fiancé and my… my son.”

Brance wraps me in a hug with Ollie in the middle. “You belong in our little family.”

“I love you, Mommy and Daddy.” The soft murmur soothes the few broken pieces still part of me.

My boys hold me tight while I whisper, “I love you, too.”

Not that long ago, I contemplated something inconceivable on this cliff. And now, because of these two wrapped around me, I’m healed.





Braelyn



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I wake on the brink of orgasm, certain it was a dream. But Brance’s face is buried between my thighs. The sun is rising over the ocean behind him. A salty breeze tickles my cheeks. I could definitely get used to this.

“Good morning.” His greeting puffs against the overly sensitive nerves twitching along my slit.

“Indeed.” I arch and stretch wider. My muscles sing with glorious warmth.

Brance takes a languid lick. That tongue doesn’t miss a spot, swiping across every private piece of me.

“W-why’d you slow down?” I wiggle in his hold, seeking more of what he’s giving.

One massive palm cups my ass, lifting me to the optimal angle for his feast. I spread further until my hips threaten to snap. He has full access, permission granted to everything.

“Patience,” Brance murmurs.

The sheets are fisted in my grip. “I’m s-so close. Please.”

His lips brush along my throbbing core, a filthy kiss meant to keep me hovering over the brink. Brance tongues my clit, swirling faster the louder I moan. My lungs are already burning. A finger nudges my entrance. The teasing makes me whimper.

I try to press closer, but his grip is unrelenting. “More, Bran. Please. Please make me break.”

“You always beg so pretty, babe. Love hearing you plead for me. I wanna shatter the windows with your screams.”

While he talks, his finger is pumping into me with lazy strokes. A slow rhythm meant to drive me wild with lust.

“You’re torturing me.” My whine is aimed at the ceiling.

The man sprawled between my legs laughs. “My wife is so spoiled. Maybe you need to wait longer.”

I clench my teeth and hiss. “No, please. I need you.”

That single digit keeps sliding in and out of my clenching core. I want more—him—and he knows it.

“Bran.” I drag the syllable out on an extended groan. “Make love to me. It’s our honeymoon. You have to do what I say.”

Brance inserts another finger, doubling his efforts. “My wife shall want for nothing. Relax and accept the orgasm I’m about to give you.”

“But—”

My words are cut off with a silent scream as he pounces and attacks with vigor. He dives in, eating me as though this is his last meal. The tip of his tongue is flicking my clit with rapid bursts.

I thrash my head on the pillow. “Y-yes, oh my sh-sh-sha-gahhhh. There, so much there.”

Brance snakes a hand up my torso, landing on a peaked nipple. The pinch is a bite on the right side of pain. My husband plays my body like the finest tuned instrument. I bow toward his touch, stumbling over the ledge. My knees lock around his ears as I buck into him. I’m cracking, splitting apart until endless desire floods in. Liquid nirvana blooms through my center, spreading beyond reach. He doesn’t let up. Brance forces me higher until I’m left in a boneless heap.

I feel my chest rise and fall as the splinters gather into some semblance of sense. I’m dizzy after that, and my blink is heavy. “Wow.”

“You taste sweeter in Tahiti.” Brance’s smirking lips are coated in me. I shiver regardless of the tropical humidity already bearing down on us. He licks the evidence away. Damn, he’s sexy. And all mine. An electric aftershock ripples through my core, contemplating another round.

I skip my toes down his calf. “You’re more spontaneous.”

Brance nibbles a path across my inner thighs. “Have to keep our marriage spicy and exciting.”

I tip my head back, a throaty laugh escaping me. “It’s been two days, Bran.”

“Best of my life.”

I reach for him, scratching along his scruffy jaw. “So romantic. Careful or you’ll make me swoon.”

He nuzzles against me. “That’s the idea.”

The calm tide calls to us through the open bungalow doors. Coconut and pineapple linger in the air. I could lie naked in this bed for hours on end without complaint. I mean, a private exotic beach is tough to beat. Especially when it’s our honeymoon.

Chilly rain showers break up the sticky heat. Rainbows frequently streak the sky. I could easily be convinced to move here. At the very least own a vacation home in this place.

“What’re you thinking, Missus Stone?”

I comb through Brance’s sleep tousled hair. “How much I love my husband.”

“Lucky man,” he purrs against my lower belly.

“And what’s on your mind, Mister Stone?”

He kisses a trail between my hips. “I’ve determined it’s too quiet.”