Page 12 of August

“Please, Jacklynn. Don’t stop, baby. Please, you’re killing me.” His own voice was heavy with need. He wanted to toss her to the bed and take her hard and fast. Never had he wanted a woman so fiercely. Sliding her hands down his abdomen, she stopped at the top of his pants and looked up at him. He nodded to her and put his hands over hers. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he moved them down his body to his cock.

Slowly, he showed her what he wanted, how to touch him. Her moan made him ache with need. Her fingers cupped him slightly then when he rocked against her hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and pressed back. His moan was deep; he felt it start at his toes and move out of his mouth. Lifting her chin up to kiss her, he watched, mesmerized when she licked her lips and then leaned in to lick his.

The snap on his pants came undone then he felt the zipper move down. The release of pressure on his cock felt good, but the feeling was short-lived. Now, it wanted relief more than ever. He wanted to be buried deep within her heat.

“Jacklynn…Christ, woman, if you don’t touch me, I’m going to expire. I want to have this luscious body touching me. I want to feel your heat, your skin touching mine. Now, baby, I need you now.” Her hot hands were suddenly at the waistband of his briefs. He could feel the dampness of his pre-cum at the tip of his cock, and when she wrapped her hand around him, he knew he was lost.

Rocking hard into her fist, he cupped her breast and brought it to his mouth. Her nipple was hard and tight. Taking the nubbin into his mouth, he suckled it. When she pulled away and dropped back on the bed, he whimpered. Before he could protest, she was pulling his pants and briefs down. When she had them to his knees, she licked the drop of cum off him and then took him into her mouth.

“Christ!” He cupped her head. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull her away or anchor her there. When she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm, he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. Stopping now was not an option. She was his and he would shout it to the world if need be.

He came enough to have his cum on her pussy. Lifting her legs up so that they were on either side of his shoulder, he slammed his cock forward and into her. Even though she was tight around him, he moved back and took her again. He was nearly at the point where he didn’t care if she came or not, but he slowed himself. Just as he was thinking that he couldn’t take anything more, she bowed up from the bed and screamed out his name.

August couldn’t tell if he had passed out or fainted. Not that he cared, as he was only out for a few seconds, enough time for him to pull her body to his and hold her. Rolling to his back, taking her limp body with him, August tried to get a handle on his breathing and didn’t feel like he was having a stroke. Christ, his body felt turned inside out and backward the same way. But in the most delicious way ever.

“Are you all right?” He told her that he wasn’t sure. At her laughter, he pulled the blanket up and over their sweat-soaked bodies. “I feel fantastic. By the way, while at the hospital, they ran a pregnancy test on me, and we’re going to have a baby.”

He didn’t move when she didn’t. Finally, unsure how she was feeling about the news, he looked up at her and smiled. She was out. Like she’d needed to tell him the news and pass out. Reaching down for more blanket, he pulled it up to her chin and put his ear on her tight abdomen. His child was nestled there, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Jacklynn spoke to him sometime in the darkness. “You do know that we’re going to have four children under the age of eight, don’t you? With two of them in diapers.” He told her that they’d make it work. “I hope so. When I think about what we did today, I’m not afraid but happy that you had the means to take me on, as well as the rest of the kids. I don’t have any idea what I’d do without you. And, of course, your money.”

“I see how you are. It’s just my money that you want to get your greedy hands on. That’s all right. You can have all our money if you have sex with me like we just had a few times a month. Maybe not that often, but enough that we can be as worn out as we are right now.” Jacklynn told him that he had a deal. “Good. I love when we can bargain things around to help us both.”

August dozed off and on. Mostly he would wake up when Jacklynn would move or get up. Several times, she went to the bathroom, and the others were to check on the kids. It was their first time in the house, she told him, and was afraid they’d wake up crying. It must have been all right, she was never gone long enough for him to fall asleep too deeply.

The next morning, he was awake in time to hear some voices outside their room. Sitting up and then lying back down, he was happy to know that the kids wanted to eat and that he was making pancakes. He loved them and called his brothers, all five of them, to come and join them.

“We have more family to get to know, and you should be here.” Locke asked him if he knew what time it was, and he laughed. “My kids are up. Get your asses over here so that we can have a good time. I might be persuaded to make bacon and sausage if you get here in record time. He was thrilled that he only had to beg his older brother once to come over. He knew that he couldn’t resist orange juice and bacon for his meal.

August was happy that Jacklynn was moving as tenderly as he was. The bottoms of his feet hurt the most, and he was positive that he had pulled all the muscles in his legs. Just the thought of going down the stairs was making him wince, but he was determined to do it even if it had to kill him.

The boys were a little shy around his brothers. Joey seemed to have gotten them to do whatever his brothers would do for her. He watched them carefully to see if they were in any pain, too. Richard was protective of his brother, and he hoped that someday they’d come around to loving them as much as he did them.

They decided to keep the baby news a secret for now. There was a great deal going on, and he honestly didn’t want the kids to know just yet. They were still tender about things and this might make them feel like they weren’t going to be as welcome if they had their own child coming along. He didn’t care how many kids they had; they were all theirs, and they were going to love them no differently than he and Jacklynn did right at this moment. Christ, he was a dad to three kids with one more on the way, and he couldn’t have been happier than anything.

After the food was finished up and the kids were outside, Dusty asked if he could talk to them all for a moment. He looked so sad that he wanted to tell him to tell them whatever it was some other time. There was too much happiness in the house right now, and he didn’t want things to be crashing down right now.

“I was notified that Mom is dead.” No one moved and he continued washing the pans that he’d used. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her since we started making some good money of our own. She never seemed to care about us or what we were doing. But I didn’t want to be blindsided by her just showing up one say. But as of last Tuesday, she died in her sleep. She was just shy of her sixty-second birthday.”

“Does anyone else not care?” He turned and looked at Locke. “I’ve thought her to be really selfish over the last few years. I think that we’ll all agree that Martha was our real mom. I know that I didn’t love her as much as I did Martha. She was selfish and cruel for leaving us with him when she should have been caring for us all.”

“I agree with Locke. I’ve been thinking about that myself.” They all agreed, and it was then that Knox admitted that he knew where she was a while ago. He’d been keeping an eye on her for the same reasons. As it turned out, they all knew where she was and how she was faring, but none of them ever reached out to her. “Dad died about ten years after we left. The city wanted to know if we wanted anything from the land that the house was on. I told them that they could have it and settled up with them about the time that Martha died. I think we all didn’t want the memories that were associated with it.”

They all agreed and told him that should it come up again, which no one saw a reason for it to,that they would put a headstone together for him and have it say his name and birthdate and date of death and nothing more. They decided to do the same for their mother.

No loving wife or mother. Nothing about him being an abusive prick who drank too much. Nor would they go to their respective graves to make sure they were gone. They were both dead, and that’s all they needed to know.

Chapter 5

It was hot out, but she loved being out of doors. Jack kept an eye on the kids as they played in the dirt. It was much too late to plant much of a garden, so she was going to put in a large patch of pumpkins so that they could have fun carving them when it was time. Looking over when Joey squealed in delight. The older kids were playing peekaboo with her and she was enjoying it.

Richard came to sit by her while his brother was playing with Joey. He was such a serious little man and she did wonder if there would be a time when he was less tense. It would take time, she knew, but for now, she was going to love him to pieces.

“I have a question for you.” She stopped what she was doing and pulled him into her arms. “I needed that. Thank you.”

When he started to cry, she wrapped him in her arms tighter and held him until he was ready to talk. The little boy had gone through so much, and her heart broke for him. When she realized that he’d fallen asleep, she still held him. Soon, Peter came to her and laid in the dirt. Before it got too much warmer out, she gathered them up and took them into the house. After changing the baby, she put them all in the living room on the floor and decided that she needed a little nap, too. It must have been a sight when August came home and found them all sleeping on the floor.

“I didn’t want to wake the kids.” She got up to his whispered comment. Getting up, she picked up Joey when she started to fuss and handed her to August. Peter, Richard’s little boy, was beginning to fuss as well as he was hungry. “Do you suppose they’ll ever be on the same eating schedule?”