Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series (9 page)

I spent three days on the psych ward at St. Joseph Hospital before I was released.  My hands and arms were sore, but it felt good to be home
, once again.  I would have been home sooner, but Dr. Marks felt that it was best if I remained in the hospital where they could keep an eye on my wounds, and I suspected that he wasn't convinced that I was ready to be at home, either. 

I didn't disagree with him.  I was still dealing with my issues, but it felt good to have someone to talk to.  It didn't take me long to open up to him about my accident as a teenager and I'd even begun telling him some things about my childhood
. 

I was never left alone.  Dylan
had hired a nurse to stay with me during the day, while he tended to business matters.  We didn't discuss business matters or my mental health issues when we were together.  We were just a young, married couple trying to get to know each other again.  We spent our evenings eating dinner and watching TV.  It was the most normal our lives had been since we'd met.  I missed his touch so much, but I knew that neither of us was ready to go down that road, just yet.  

I had sessions with Dr. Marks two times a week.  It was intensive therapy, and since I was outpatient, I agreed to the terms.  It was either that, or return to an inpatient facility and be away from Dylan for undisclosed amount of time.  I had promised myself that I would no longer be a victim when I was on the psych ward
, and this was my chance to prove that to myself. 

Tristan was responsible for driving me to and from my appointments every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.  I could tell by the way he looked at me, that I'd lost his respect. 

My Thursday afternoon session had been rough, and I had been instructed to write a letter to my father as part of my therapy.  Dr. Marks promised that I didn't have to send it to him, but  I still needed to write it.  I was beyond terrified to relive that part of my life, but he assured me that it was the first step in healing scared, damaged child inside. 

I had no other choice but to trust him, which at the moment was something that was very difficult for me. 
I agreed to take the weekend and work on the letter, and share it with him during Tuesday's session.  

I was just about to walk out the door when the good doctor asked me, "Brooke, how would you feel about having Dylan join us for a couple of sessions?"

"Well...not the one on Tuesday, right?"

"No, no.  Not that one.  I was thinking that maybe he could join us the following week.  How would you feel about that?"

"Honestly?  I don't know if I'm ready to share all of this with him, yet.  I still haven't processed it all myself."

"That's fair.  I'm very proud of you, Brooke.  That was kind of a test, and you did well by explaining what you're not ready for.  Keep up the good w
ork.  You're already making great progress."

"Thank you
, Dr. Marks.  I'll see you on Tuesday," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. 

I walked out the door and into the
black car that was sitting at the curb, waiting for me.

CHAPTER 9

Dylan

I had decided to surprise Brooke
with a dozen, pink stargazer lilies when she came out of her session with Dr. Marks.  The look on her face when Tristan opened the door, told me that I needed to tread lightly with her.  I could tell that something was weighing very heavily on her mind.  "Hi, Princess.  These are for you."

She moved in closer to me and placed a kiss on my cheek.  "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"I wanted to surprise you, so...surprise!"

She gave a slight smile.  "I'm sorry, Dylan.  I am surprised and I love the flowers.  I remember when you sent me three dozen of these at work," she said, laughing.

I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.  "I'm glad you like them.  I thought maybe, we could grab a bite to eat.  Are you up for that, or would you like to go home?"

"Going out sounds good.  But, can we just grab something and take it back to our place?"

"Sure," I said, hesitantly.  "You want McD's?  Is that what you're saying?"  

"Yuck, no!   I don't want that crap.  You know I hate that place.  Why don't we just grab a burger at that little place around the corner from our house."

"Oh, yeah.  That does sound good."       

"I know.  I love their fries.  They are delicious!"

"I love their brownies.   They remind of my mom's." 

Brooke laughed,
"Dylan, you and your sweet tooth."

"Well
, I married you, didn't I?  And I think you're pretty damn sweet."

"Oh.
My. God!   That is the cheesiest line I've ever heard," she said, shaking her head.

"It's all true, baby.  Maybe I'll skip the brownies and have you for dessert
, instead."

"Ha!  Like that'll happen." 

"Oh?" I said, raising my eyebrow.  "Is that a challenge, Mrs. Prescott?"

"It is," she said,
lifting her skirt higher up on her thigh.  I wanted to have her right here on the seat.  I knew I had to tread lightly when it concerned Brooke.  Although, she was doing much better, I wasn't convinced that we were out of the woods with her, yet.  I would use this night to gauge just how far I could go with my wife.  And since it wasn't quite evening, anything could change within a matter of moments.  So, I decided to take a chance.

I was hard as a rock, staring at her sitting next to me with her leg exposed.  I eased my hand slowly toward her flesh and lightly ran my fingers up and down the inside of her thigh.  Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, tossing her head back against the seat as I rubbed her mound
.  She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that came out of her. 

I heard Tristan chuckle in the front seat, but I wasn't about to stop.  I placed my finger over my mouth, letting him know to shut it.  I wasn't thrilled that he was seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure, but I couldn't resist touching her. 

I snuggled into her neck and kissed my way up, until I reached her ear.  I slowly licked and whispered dirty things to her.  "Your pussy is wet, isn't it, Brooke?  You want my cock in there, don't you?"  She nodded
, but kept her eyes closed.  "I'm going to finger-fuck you, right here.  How does that sound?"

"Please," she begged in a light raspy voice. 

I stuck my finger inside and she moaned again, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  I was about to explode inside my pants.  I wanted to fuck her so bad. 

I whispered in her ear again, "When we get home, we're skipping dinner and going straight for dessert.  I'm
gonna shove my cock so far inside you, you'll scream my name loud for everyone to hear.  Maybe I'll fuck you against the living room window, so you can look out over all the pretty lights.  You want that, don't you?  You want every bitch to know I'm yours, and you know what, Brooke?  I want every guy to know you're mine."

"Oh God...Dylan.   Please?"

"Please, what?"

"Take me hom
e.  NOW!"

"You sure about that?  We could do this right here, you know?"

"Home.  Now.  Against the windows.  I want you to fuck me where the whole world can see."

Well fuck!  Who was I to argue with a woman that knew what she wanted?  I motioned to Tristan to take us home.  The bastard laughed and flipped me off.  I knew he was enjoying the show, the fucker always did like to watch.

"I'll take you good and hard against the windows, baby, but I'm gonna eat your delicious pussy before I fuck it!"

"Ah...oh...
mmm," was all she could say.  I had rendered her speechless and I was glad, because the last thing I wanted to do, was fucking talk.

As the car neared, I tried to manage my raging hard
-on.  Tristan dropped us off at the elevator and then left to park.  Stepping into the elevator, I pressed my beautiful wife against the wall and kissed her, deeply.  The doors opened and I gently took her hand, careful not to hurt her wounds and led her to our bedroom. 

"Lay on the bed, baby."

"But...don't you want me to get undressed, first?"

"
Shh...don't talk.   I'll take care of your clothes, trust me.  Dessert first, remember?"

"Yes," she said, waiting in anticipation. 

"You're so fucking beautiful, Brooke." 

"So are you, Dylan."

I kissed her hard, one last time before I went down and removed her skirt and panties.  I rubbed her clit with my fingers, watching it harden.  She spread her legs wide and that was my cue to dive in.  I loved the taste of Brooke's pussy.  I could spend every waking moment with my head buried between her legs.  I spread her lips and licked up and down her folds, as she let out a scream.  I continued to lick and suck at her, like a starving man.  I loved it when she was just about to cum, because she'd move around and I'd have to chase that little, love nub with my tongue.  Slowing down, I gently sucked on her clit, letting my tongue lap at it as she jerked and writhed as her juices flowed into my mouth.  It was like Heaven. 

It was perfect timing, as the sun had set and she was primed for the fucking I was going to give her.  And that's what I loved about her.  We could make slow, beautiful love and we could fuck hard, still knowing that we were in love with each other. 

"Are you ready, Princess?" 

"More than ready," she replied, getting off the bed.

"Perfect.  Come over here so I can help you take off your top."

She walked toward me and I lifted her top, only to discover she wasn't wearing a bra.  Perfect.  I kissed her neck and the
n down to her perfect titties.  I took the left one in my mouth and pinched the right one as she rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a little love bite.   

"Dylan," she whispered softly.

"Against the window, baby.  Look at the pretty lights.  If your hands start to hurt, let me know." 

My God, she was gorgeous bent just perfectly against the window.  Her ass was so round and I could see how wet she was as the light glistened off of the wetness.  I quickly undressed and came up behind her, pressing my cock against her backside.

"I'm ready," she said, bending further.

I took my cock in my hand and placed it at her opening.  I entered slow, teasing her as I moved in and out as I caught a glimpse of our reflection from the glass.  I wasn't the mushy, gushy type, but...it was beautiful.  She was beautiful.  I took her faster as I grabbed the back of her hair
, gently pulling her up for a deep kiss.  My tongue searched her mouth, taking everything she was willing to give.  She let out a soft whimper as I felt her wetness on my cock. 

"Brooke, look at us.  Look at our reflection.  See
how beautiful we are together?"

"Yes.  I love you, Dylan.  I love it when you're inside of me.  You make me feel so...loved."

"That's because I
do
love you.  Don't ever doubt that.  It's just you and me against the world, Brooke.  Always...forever.  Now, show the world you're mine.  Cum for me, baby."

I changed my stance and went in at a different angle, and she let loose all over me.  I cou
ldn't control myself any longer, and gave her every, last drop I had. 

I pulled her back into me and feathered soft kisses down her neck.  "Let's get cleaned up and go eat something."

"Okay, but only under one condition," she said with a smile. 

"What's that?"

"After we finish eating, we do that again."

"You don't have to ask me twice,
Princess.  I'm game!"

She laughed,
"I think you might be a sex addict, Dylan."

"No.  Just a man whose dick ha
sn't seen much action in a very long time."

"I'm sorry," she said, hanging her head low. 

"I'm not.  Now we can have all the sex we want.  Besides, I kind of like watching myself fuck you as the rest of the world watches.  It's really hot!"   

"You're crazy."

"Yeah.  Crazy about you," I said, smacking her naked ass.  "Let's go shower and eat, I'm hungry."

I led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.  I let the water run a few seconds until I felt a warm stream.  We stepped in, letting the water wash over us.  I took some shampoo and rubbed it in her hair as the suds ran down her breasts.  She was just as amazing as the first time I'd showered with her.  It took everything I had not to take her here, as I continued washing her body.  She needed food, was sore and needed to take her pain pill.  I shouldn't have taken her like I did, but when it came to Brooke, I lost all conscious thought.  She still did crazy things to my body, heart and soul. 

We finished showering and dried off.  We both slipped into a t-shirt and sweats and went in search of something to eat in the kitchen.  I opened the fridge, and found two cheeseburgers from Jimmy's around the corner, and a bag of fries.  I pulled them out and heated them in the microwave, then set each burger on a paper plate.