Hi readers! I know it's taken me forever and a few days to get this one out, but without further ado...I give you Jason's Story Ch. 17.
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The next few weeks brought more hard times for her. She wanted to be the one to tell the boys and they were shocked, hurt, and angry. They refused to speak to her for weeks and aside from telling Brett; this was the hardest thing she'd endured.
Whether a blessing or a curse; they were old enough to fully understand and Stephen was so upset that he muttered something about her being a ho. She set him straight instantly and told him that he'd had every right to feel the way he was feeling; but she was still and always would be his mother, and he didn't have the right to disrespect her.
Sean, her baby before the twins came along; came and sat next to her after Stephen stormed out. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and he just had to ask the one question that she couldn't answer.
"Is there any hope for you and Dad?"
She pulled him close and he placed his head on her shoulder. She decided the day that she finally told Brett the truth that would be the end of all of the lies.
"Sean baby; I honestly don't know. Your father is so hurt and angry with me that he's refusing to talk to me and rightfully so. I can't predict what the future holds for your father and me, but I do know that we both love you and your brother very much and that will never change" she said as she squeezed him tight and kissed him on the forehead.
He hugged her and left with some parting words.
"Mom; I can't believe you could do this to Dad
and
us. I need to go."
She watched him go up the stairs; Stephen was fiery like her and Sean was level-headed like Brett. They were great children but she knew that she'd just stolen a bit of their innocence and it made her feel sick. Their world was now tainted and she'd allowed it to happen much earlier than she or Brett had planned.
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The next month brought many visits to Stan; her physical therapist, at her insistence that she was well enough to start working on getting herself out of that chair. Her doctor was adamant that she do no weight-bearing exercises for at least another month, so she and Stan had started to work on her legs and core in the meantime.
Brett was making great progress at improving his condition as well. His anger at the situation proved to fuel his recovery instead of hindering it as his doctors had warned that it would. There were times that he would see her in her session and he'd just watch. His heart ached at the sight of her; her face had healed fully with the exception of the large scar on the left side. It was amazing to him that she was still just as beautiful if not more so because she seemed so unfazed by the large imperfection.
That was his Nigha...or was it?
He couldn't shake that nagging feeling. Not only had she gone to another man's bed; she'd fallen in love with that man and bore his children. Children that she'd cruelly let him fall in love with only to snatch that away and leave him with anger that consumed him. Could he ever be with her again? He knew that was the question that needed an answer and he was too hurt and angry to give a true answer. That was why she didn't ask it the day she left the hospital; the answer he would've given at that time may not have been the answer for
all
time.
Once he was fully recovered; he vowed to give her his answer. At the present time; he wasn't ready.
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"Did you miss me?"
When she didn't answer, he pushed her farther against the wall and pressed his body against her from behind. He reached up and moved her hair over her other shoulder and breathed against her neck and ear.
"Did you miss me?"
"If I say yes, will you back up off me?"
"I can't make any guarantees. Are you sure that you want me to do that?"
He lightly kissed her earlobe and neck and nuzzled in the space where her neck met her shoulder. She could feel him growing hard behind her and it had been so long since she'd felt him so near. He was silent until he heard the slight moan escape her lips. He smiled against her neck and continued:
"Nigha, why do you continue to deny what you feel? We both know that you and I belong together; it's only a matter of time until we find our way. It's only a matter of time until you let me back in."
"It's not that simple and you know it. There are a lot of things that need to be sorted before any of us can move forward."
"I'll grant you that, but we can't just stop what's between us. I am sorry that you were married when we met, but you belong with me; I knew it then and you know it now.
He kissed her neck and she felt herself begin to lose control as he brushed his goatee across her skin. This man knew her body like no one else. She pushed away from the wall and quickly spun around to face him. That only made matters worse.
His hair was wavy and falling past his shoulders and he'd grown a moustache and goatee in the weeks that he'd been away. She'd thought that he couldn't get any sexier but she was so wrong.
She was silent as she looked at him and he saw the look in her eyes and smiled as he leaned forward. Before he could speak, she leaned into him and whispered into his ear.
"It feels like you missed me more."
She reached down and stroked his hardening length through his slacks. He placed his hand over hers and moved it up and down his cock.
"He definitely missed you" he said as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her senseless.
She lost all thoughts other than having him inside her as he kissed her. He furiously lifted her skirt as she started clawing at the button on his slacks. He tore her panties away from her body and dipped his finger into her wetness before running it across her clit.
"You keep that kitty wet for me don't you baby?"
"Just like you keep that dick hard for me" she replied with a purr.
He growled as she reached into his slacks and gripped his cock while pulling his shirt free with her other hand. He removed his finger from her clit so that he could remove his jacket and she followed closely behind and tore his shirt open.
