Have I Told You (23 page)

“Hey, Bre!” he yells over the music in his ears.

Not making eye contact, I raise my hand to acknowledge him. My eyes would show that I’ve been crying, and who knows what kind of shiner I have on my face right now. Thankfully, he goes back to reading his magazine. Black Hollywood. Of course. I roll my eyes. Men’s eye candy.

Finishing what I can, I drag myself back up the stairs, and I start to feel woozy. I pause, putting my hand over my stomach. Breathe, Bre. It will pass. This morning/all day sickness is for the birds. I’ll never be able to finish school now.

After a few deep breaths, it finally passes. I quickly hurry back to the room in case it returns.

As soon as I shut the door, a punch lands in my side and I fall to the floor. My hair falls over my face. Moving it out of the way I look up. Mark is glaring down at me. He has my ultrasound picture. Our baby.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

“It’s our baby,” I begin to sob.

Mark freezes. His shoulders square off. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! Who are you cheating on me with?”

“What?” Oh God, how can he think that? I’m never out of his sight.

“Who the fuck is the father!” The look on Mark’s face terrifies me. I have seen him mad before, but this is a whole new level.

I open my mouth to answer. That is when I see it. I foot coming toward me. It connects right in my stomach. “NO!” I scream, clutching myself.

Repeated kicks all over my body. I try to curl up into a tight fetal position. I have to protect my baby. Please, God, if I get out of this, I’ll get away from this man. Two last kicks do me in and I black out. One to my back to make me uncurl and one devastating kick to my stomach.

“Bre, Bre, oh my God, call 911.” I hear through the fog, then nothing.

I slowly wake up. I’m in the hospital hooked to monitors and IVs. Beth and Broc are seated next to me. Beth’s head is rested on the side of the bed, while she is holding my hand.

“What is going on? Where is Mark?” I whisper. Everything hurts so badly.

Beth sits up looking at me in shock. Broc runs out of the room to get a nurse. “Oh my God, honey. I’m so happy you’re awake. I’ve been so worried about you.”

“Worried, why?”

“Honey, you have been in a coma for two weeks. Broc found you at the bottom of a staircase. You’re so bruised and broken. Honey, we weren’t sure if the brain swelling would go down.”

Fear runs through my bones, as realization of the severity of my injuries sinks in. “The baby,” I whisper.

Tears fall down her cheeks. I know what that means.

I lost it. Oh God, my baby. He made me lose my baby.

Caston is gently shaking me, trying to wake me. “Bre, what’s the matter? Honey, you’re crying and yelling out in your sleep. Tell me”

I clutch to him tighter, I cannot show my face. The memory of losing my baby is still so fresh in my mind. The memories of the hospital and recovery still hurt. My heart still hurts. I thought I was over this.

“Caston, I lost a baby about six months ago.” I whispered into his chest. “I’m so embarrassed that I went back to that piece of shit. I thought I was finally turning a corner, but I guess everything with Beverly coming after me brought it back to the surface.”

He tenses as he tightens his hold on me. “Oh, Sabrina. Cry all you need. You’ll never forget and you shouldn’t. The baby was a part of you.”

I cry harder. “I’m an idiot. Broc and Beth knew what happened. They tried to get me to turn him in. Mark came to see me in the hospital. I’m not sure why I listened to him, or even gave him a chance to talk to me. He reminded me of all the pictures and videos he had of me that would immediately get me kicked out of school. He also reminded me that no one would believe that he was to blame since he was the one grieving because of my infidelity. I knew it wasn’t true as much as he did but I couldn’t risk anything. When I took him back he changed his tune and convinced me that he was sorry. That he would spend his life making it up to me. I told the police that I fell down the stairs, because my morning sickness had made me so weak. I could tell they didn’t believe me, but they couldn’t press charges if I wouldn’t corroborate the story. I’m so fucking stupid.” I sob harder into his chest. He sits, stroking my back trying to calm me down. I feel as though I could throw up.

“Beth, wouldn’t talk to me for a month. She stayed her distance from me. That’s actually why she wasn’t with me the night I met you.”

I look up at him to see him looking down at me. His eyes were so warm and full of love. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” he asks.

“Oh, Caston, I’m so embarrassed that I’m one of those stupid women. I was so scared. I couldn’t risk my reputation.” I also didn’t want to say because the doctors told me this might affect my ability to have children in the future.

I look away ashamed of my past. I should have told him before he fell in love with me. Being with someone who may not be able to have a child is a big deal.

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. The kiss started out light, but quickly deepened. “You aren’t stupid, and I don’t love you any less,” he said when he pulled back. Another peck and he added, “Bre, you’re all I need.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as more tears stream down my cheeks. He said exactly what I needed to hear.
You’re all I need
. This time I’m the one to lean forward to kiss him.

Not letting his lips leave mine, I move up and straddle his lap. His warm hands grip my hips. I can feel him under me. Our tongues dance over each other and his hard cock presses up against my slit, making me wet. I rotate my hips, making us both moan. His hard chest is pressing up against my breasts. I run my hands through his hair, kissing down his neck and along his jaw. Nibbling at his earlobe, I kiss him right behind the ear. A shiver goes down his spine and his breath catches.

His hands reach around and grip my ass, hard. Kneading and pulling it. I need to be filled. I continue my decent down his neck while I’m still grinding in his lap. Slowly moving down his body I reach his belly button, looking up at Caston I dipped my tongue into it. His eyes darken with desire. He stared directly at me, he looked as though he wanted to eat me alive. Not breaking eye contact, I moved further down noticing my large wet spot on his crotch. A sly smile crept across my face when I saw it. I moved my mouth over that spot and took it into my mouth sucking up my fluids and him through his shorts. He took in a deep breath and tangled his hands in my hair, holding me in place.

I need him in my mouth, now. Pushing up, just far enough to be able to pull his pants down, to free his magnificent, smooth cock, I take him in my mouth. I open my throat and push his cock all the way down. I want it all. Feeling his head hit the back of my throat, he groaned and let his head fall back. The grip on my hair tightened, which made me want to speed up. I sucked and teased him, popping him out as I reach the head of his cock. Using the tip of my tongue I play with the vein that runs along the underside. I wrap my hand around his girth and stroke him base to tip, as I suck his ball sack into my mouth and move it around with my tongue. I feel them suck up to his body, and I know a drip of pre-cum has formed on the head of his cock.

I lick my lips and move back to suck it up. The salty fluid tastes magnificent. Taking him deep in my mouth, again, Caston lets out a loud growl, pushing me off of him, onto my back. He kicks off his shorts and moves to crawl up over me. Taking one of my legs in his hands he moves his mouth from my foot to my center, nibbling as he goes along. I toyed and squeezed my nipples.

Reaching my pussy, he hooks his arms around my hips, pulling me apart with his long fingers. Slowly he takes his tongue and dips it into my velvety folds. He exposes my clit and lightly blows on it.. Shivers of pleasure run through me. I grab his head and push it deeper, he devours me. Sucking my sides and licking. His finger rubs circles as his mouth sucks on my lips. “You’re driving me insane, Caston.” I tug and pull on his head, moving it exactly where I need him most.

He groans into me and the vibration makes me quiver. Laughing at my reaction he looks up and smirks at me. Just then his cell phone rings. Looking defeated he sighed and dropped his forehead to rest on my pelvic bone. “Fuck me.”

“With pleasure, let it ring.” I try to persuade him to come up and sink into my wet hole. “Please, Cass?”

“I can’t. Just a minute, I won’t be long.”

He hops up and goes to his phone. I laugh at his hard cock bouncing as he walks over there. Licking my lips I let my hands roam and take over my own pleasure. I tune him out and continue but I never take my eyes off of him.

He reaches down and plays with his cock, while he is on the phone. I can tell he is distracted from watching me and his own pleasure. As I sink two fingers into myself, Caston hangs up and bounds over to me.

He scoops me up onto his lap, one push he is in me to the hilt. I gasp at the extremely full feeling. His beast stretches me. “Sabrina, you feel so good.” He says into my neck.

We move together. My soul feeling free, since I have told him about my dark past. My hidden secret that only a few knew about. I wrap my legs around him and hold on. Rocking on his lap we’re one. One soul. Our orgasms take us at the same time. We hold on to each other until our breathing calms.

Pulling back, I take his head in my hands, lightly kissing his lips. “Caston, you’re my other half.” I rest my forehead on his. A tear drips from my eye. Still connected he kisses my tears away.

More tears fall from my eyes, because Caston doesn’t say it back. His eyes don’t have the same twinkle they did just a few minutes ago. I pull him closer, while my heart breaks.

Sabrina told me I was her other half. So many thoughts were going through my head. My love for her, the bitch, Beverly, her lost baby, marriage. I could only hold her tight. It was the only thing my mind would let me do, because I couldn’t think straight.

Her tears were falling down my chest, making small rivers that tickled as they fell to my stomach. I wanted to take away her pain, but I couldn’t do that until I shared my secret with her. “Bre, baby,” I pull her back a little, trying to make her look at me, “I love you more than words can describe. I want to take your pain away, but you need to understand my secrets, too. I won’t feel right until you know.”

“Tell me then, Caston. Please,” she sobs. The look on her face breaks my heart in two. My poor girl, the feelings in her are tearing her apart. I needed to calm her down before she had a full blown panic attack.

I pick her up and carry her to the shower. There is no sound except the water. I set her on the bench, her shoulders were arched forward, shaking as her tears still fall from her eyes. She was broken, and I needed to fix her. Taking the sponge, I washed her. Starting at her neck the bubbles slid down between her breasts. My touch was soft. I wanted to feel every part of her body. I slowly moved down to her breasts, caressingly passed under each round globe. As I grazed over her nipples she let her head fall back, turning herself over to my touch.

Moving my hand lower between her breasts, I stopped just below her belly button. I watched her breathing change. It was now slow and controlled deep breaths. Her eyes were shut and occasionally her tongue would dart out to lick up some of the mist from the steam the shower was producing. Unconsciously, her legs parted.

Acknowledging her need, I slid the sponge lower between her legs. Her breath caught as I washed her; removing all the stickiness of our last love making. I kept running it slowly up and down her slit. Occasionally, I would let one of my fingers graze between her swollen lips. Her hips tilted into my hand. Leaning over a little further, I took her upturned mouth in mine, hungrily kissing her.

Shutting off the water I quickly grabbed the robe off the hook and wrapped her in it, so she would not chill. Taking a towel I blotted her hair and combed it out. She watched me intently as I dried off. Her pink swollen eyes never left me. I picked her up and carried her back to bed. It was only mid-day, but after her confession, our love making, and the events from last night as soon as her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep. I brushed the hair off her face and covered her up. I sat next to her, watching her sleep for hours.