Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) (11 page)

I remain in Breccan’s lap the entire time with his arm around me as he randomly kisses my neck or shoulder and occasionally runs his hand along my hip. Constantly letting me know he is enjoying this full body contact as much as me.

It is damn near a perfect day.

“Thank you for everything. Really,” I whisper to Avery as he hugs me goodbye.

Everyone else has already left for the evening. Breccan is in the kitchen doing the last of the dishes for me after Avery and I picked up the living room.

“Of course, girl. I would do anything to see you happy
,” Avery says quietly in my ear then hugs me tighter. “And he makes you happy. Hold onto it and accept it.”

We separate from our embrace and I nod my head at him, “I’m doing my best. Thank you again. I love you, Avery.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight.”

I lean my forehead against the door for a few moments after I close it, just thinking about the events of the last twenty-four hours.

It’s rather insane isn’t it?

Am I crazy to just accept that everything will be fine? I shouldn’t have just jumped back in with both feet.

But I treaded lightly before and ended up with a broken heart. Should I trust that things will work if I quit having reservations about everything?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath and slowly let it out hoping answers will come with a fresh breath. But before any can come to me, strong arms close around me and Breccan rests his chin on my shoulder.

“Everything okay, dove?” he asks then tilts his head to the side to kiss my neck through my hair.

I turn around and lean with my back against the door. Breccan drops his arms to rest his hands at my hips. I look up at my beautiful Adonis and know that no matter what my trepidations are about our future, I will never let him go again. No matter what happens or whoever comes after me I will have to deal with that when it comes. I can’t allow my fears to run my life any longer. 

“Harper?”

“Everything is fine.” I answer as I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close, burying my face in his chest and inhaling his scent of Armani and soap. “Are the dishes done?”

“Yeah. Everything is cleaned up. Would you like a glass of wine?”

I look up at him and smile before answering, “That would be great.”

I sit down on the couch and shortly after Breccan joins me with two glasses of red wine. He reaches forward to get the remote off the coffee table and turns the television on to ESPN. I roll my eyes, but don’t otherwise comment. Breccan moves his arm around me so that I can curl into his side and we sit there and watch the commentary on some baseball game.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me during a commercial.

I lift my head up to look at him to find him already looking down at me. “I’m fine. Why?”

“A lot has happened this weekend. You don’t have any intentions of running off, do you?”

“Actually, I don’t. I feel good. How are you? After what I told you…” I trail off and let my eyes wander down.

“Hey. Look at me,” Breccan orders softly and I raise my eyes back up to his. “As I said before, you did what you had to do to survive. And even if it was your choice to do it, it would not change what you mean to me. That was a long time ago and you are not that girl anymore.

“That girl made you who you are and that is someone that I love and admire. So, to answer your question, yes, I feel good. Fucking ecstatic actually.” My eyes widen and my brows raise to hear that he is happy to have heard that I was a whore. Breccan gives me his sexy half smile and continues, “I’m fucking ecstatic because you opened up to me. You made a declaration with that story. You trusted me. You jumped with both feet into this relationship, which tells me that you are in it for the long haul. So yes, dove, I am fucking ecstatic.”

“Do you…think…
” I bite my lip as I try to think of way to continue, “Do you think we should slow down?” I ask.

“Why?” Breccan asks, his face changing to a mask of confusion.

“Because… well, Brecc we haven’t know each other but just over a month. Isn’t this all pretty fast? I mean…” I run my hand through my hair, “It’s crazy!”

Breccan grabs my wine glass and sets both of them on the table before coming back to me and laying me down on the sofa as he
moves over the top of me. My clit lets out a hungry throb between my legs as he lowers his hips into place. He slides my shirt up and off me causing goosebumps to crawl along my flesh where he touches. He then bends down to trail kisses along my neck.

“
No,” he finally answers me, “I don’t think it is crazy. When you have what we do… you don’t waste time, dove.” He hovers above me and stares into my eyes, “With everything we have both experienced… you losing your parents… me losing Mark… why waste time when we know this is good? This makes sense and it’s just right…” he bends his head and lays a quick and gentle kiss on my lips.

“I’m not spending any more of my life without the woman I am meant to be with… without the woman I love.” He lowers his head back down to my neck and begins to trail kisses once again. “
I am so fucking ecstatic that you are one hundred percent mine,” he says as my breath lets out on a hitch. “That you acknowledge the fact that you are mine.” Another nibble and another hitched breath along with a regular throbbing beginning in my core. “And that we have as long as we want tonight for me to fuck you senseless.”

“Oh… God…” I moan
and dig my nails into his back as he trails his mouth down to suck my nipple through the lace of my bra.

I move my hand down and rub the bulge in his jeans, causing my core to flood with wetness. Breccan moves back up to my neck and I feel him suck at the hollow of my throat where his necklace resides. His hands move down and unbutton my jean skirt and slide it down. I manage to shimmy out of it while unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in for my treat.

Breccan raises his head and stares down at me in nothing but my lace white panties and bra. I reach down and pull his shirt up, wanting him much more naked. He reaches behind his shoulder blades and assists me with getting his shirt off.

I lean up on my elbows and say, “Let me please you tonight.”

He stares at me a moment before relenting.

“Okay, dove.”

He kisses me softly and deep while I continue to move up until Breccan is sitting on the sofa, then I break the kiss and move down to the floor, taking a throw pillow with me to set my knees on. I may as well get good and comfortable since I plan to spend a long time down here tonight.

I smile up at him as I slide his pants off him. His erection springs out as I pull his
black boxer briefs off.

Damn... I love his cock.

I grip his erection with my right hand and dip down to lick the tip gently. I look up at him to see him throw his head back against the sofa as he lets out a tortured moan. I smile to myself and begin at the base and lick all the way to the top before I suck hard on the head as my hand pumps him. I watch his reaction the entire time, fascinated by the emotions that move across his face.

I continue to torture him slowly with long licks while I bring my other hand up to massage his balls, occasionally moving down to suck them into my mouth.

Before long his hand moves to my hair and grips hard causing another surge of wetness to pool in my panties.

“Harper…” he growls desperately.

I take pity on him and suck as much of his length as I can get in my mouth, working the rest with my hand. I alternate between slow sucking and hard and fast plunges until I feel his pre-come on my tongue. I pull his throbbing cock out of my mouth and lick the tip enjoying his unique taste.

“Harper…” he begs and I smile at him as I lick the tip again. “Harper… fuck me,”

I stand and lock eyes with Breccan as I strip off my bra and underwear before climbing onto his lap. I rest my hands on his shoulders as I slowly lower myself onto his cock.

God… it feels so fucking good.

Breccan is holding my hips tight while staring deep into my eyes and I bite my lip when I get that perfect pinch of pain as my core adjusts to his size. He then grips my hips harder and slams me down onto him, making us both cry out.

He holds me in place as we both adjust to the tight feeling. I bring my elbows up to his shoulders and rest them there as I grab hold of his hair and start to fuck him with everything I have.

“Fuck… yes… that’s it… fuck… that’s so good, Harper…” he groans as he moves me up and down his cock.

He tries to lean forward to catch my nipple with his teeth, but I hold his head in place by gipping his hair tighter.

“I’m… gon-gonna… come…” I pant out as I slam up and down onto his hard shaft.

“Come for me, dove. Let me feel you,” Breccan says as
he releases my hip to grab onto my nipple.

I feel the pressure build, travelling down my spine and up from my toes. I push Breccan’s mouth towards my breast, he latches on and bites down while pinching the other one and I explode from my very center. 

I cry out at the same time that I feel Breccan’s groan vibrate against my chest and he slams me against him two more times before holding me still.

Wrapped tight in each other’s arms we collapse to our sides on the couch and Breccan moves so that I am laying on top of him.

After a long while of catching our breath, Breccan moves my hair out of my face and says, “How about a bath and bed, dove?”

“Mmmm…” I mumble, unable to actually form words after this day of nearly non-stop sex.

Breccan lets out a laugh and carries me up the stairs. He takes me to the bathroom and starts the bathwater as I just sit on the counter and watch him move. After the tub is full he picks me up and sets me in the water.

“I’m going to take Bane out and then I will be back to join you. Okay?”
he asks me.

I smile and nod as I lean back in my tub. Breccan leans forward and kisses me softly before I close my eyes and relax back into the warm water.

*****

I wake up before my alarm goes off and I can’t stand to open my eyes. I was having such a good dream. For once. A dream where Breccan and I worked everything out and we
were back together.

But… of course… it was all a dream.

I instantly dread attempting to spend another day pretending.

Pretending that, yes, I am okay.

That, no, I don’t miss Breccan.

Early mornings like this are the only times when I can allow myself to truly wallow in my misery; and only ever for very short periods of time.

I roll over in bed keeping my eyes shut, hoping to snuggle with Bane for a bit before getting up, and I land on something hard.

Much harder than Bane.

I peek one eye open and see a man’s chest next to my face. A very familiar chest; one that I would know anywhere.

As the weekend’s events come flooding into my brain, I could smack myself for forgetting that it was all real. A rush of excitement and desire surge through my entire body and I
nestle closer to Breccan’s side and let out a long satisfied sigh. My core is still pulsing from the activities of the past two days leading my lips to form a smile.

Breccan’s arm curls around me, pulling me closer into him. That wonderfully familiar tingling
courses through me and settles in my soul.

“Good morning, dove,” he
growls into my ear, his voice soft and rough rushing over me. He begins to nibble on my neck.

“Good morning, Brecc
,” I purr back and smile coyly as I breathe in his scent.

“How did you sleep?”
he asks me as he trails his hand along the bare skin of my back and down to my hip. My lower abdomen clenches with need and passion.

“I slept very well, actually,” I answer as I look up at him.

My eyes wander over his features and his magnificence takes my breath away. His dark blonde hair is tousled and falling around his face and loosely down to his shoulders. The stubble that covers his chiseled and strong jaw begs to roughen my skin. His straight nose and full lips only add to the perfection of the Adonis.

As always, I wait until last to make contact with his eyes; those amazing, soul searching, cerulean blue eyes.

“Mmmm…” he responds to my perusal of him and turns his body into mine as he rolls me over, stretching himself out above me. “Something on your mind, dove?” He smiles then leans his face down to my neck and nibbles a trail from the hollow of my throat, where my dove necklace resides, spending extra time trailing his tongue around the pendent and up behind my ear.

“Same thing as yours, I imagine
,” I moan then gasp as he bites down gently on my neck.

“Well… great minds and all that.” He continues
his assault on my neck.

He brings his hand up and pinches my nipple. I inhale a sharp breath and let it out on a moan. My hips undulate under his weight. My
core floods and begs for attention with a constant throbbing. I let out another, more strangled, moan as he presses his erection into my thigh.