The Good Life

Chapter 62

Mar…where are….” Bruno started to yell through the house. He turned toward the laundry room seeing her holding what she was looking for. ”Those…” he smiled taking them from her hands.

”You’re welcome.” she laughed at him watching him turn around. He spun around looking at her with a flirty smile. ”What?” she asked him.

”You aren’t done with the laundry yet are you?” he asked her stepping closer to her and over a pile of his clothes she was washing for him. She shook her head not sure what he was thinking.

”Mar..I might regret this…but I think we need to do it…” he said pushing her against the washing machine holding onto her head so it didn’t hit it on the cabinets above.

”What are you doing?” she asked him as he started to kiss her neck. ”Bruno….what…..” he moved his lips onto her making her stop talking. ”But Rosie….”

”We’re terrible parents. Yeah. I know….” he said to her running his fingers along her sweater making her tingle. ”blah blah blah…she’s in the music room playing the drums…” he told her through his kisses pushing her against the washing machine placing her on the edge.

”You’re crazy, Bruno.” she said watching his eyes look over her semi naked body.

”You’ll thank me later.” he told her kissing her stomach reaching her chest ripping off her bra. He kissed her neck as she moved hands down to take off his pants.

Marla moved head toward his ear whispering in it. ”You’re right…oh my…” she moaned feeling him move his hips into her quickly but yet thoughtfully running his fingers through her hair never losing her closed eyes as he made her scream not being heard over the moving washing machine and the noise from the other side of the house from their daughter banging on the small drum set. ”Oh my god…Brunooooo.” she moaned as he continued to hold her tightly. He moved her legs to the exact right place feeling her tense up taking deep breathes. He knew she was close to her climax. He felt one of her hands grab his back. Oh my god. He thought to himself feeling her nails dig into his back.

”Oh….Marla…” he repeated her name over and over again as she continued to kiss his neck through their movements. Bruno felt her loosen her legs around him falling back onto the cabinets where he had kept her from hitting her head earlier.

”Holy shit.” she sighed looking at his face with small lines of sweat dripping down his cheek. She pulled her hand up from the still moving washing machine wiping it off his face. He grabbed her hand that began shaking kissing her fingers.

”Mar…I won’t forget that for a long time.” he said grabbing a pair of clean clothes for both of them.

”Thank you.” she said acting nonchalant about what they had just done. Bruno kissed her on the head holding the clothes he came to her for and walk out the room.

”God Bruno Mars. You turn me on.” she yelled at him as he faded away to the other part of the house.

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”Dad…I’m ready to go…” Rosie told her parents sitting on top of his big black suite case.

”Rosie..you know we said that you get to come next time. But not this time…okay?” he said lifting her up placing her on the bed.

”But, dadddyyyy…please let me come. I’ll be quiet. I won’t do anything wrong..I promise…” she begged hanging on his leg. Marla came over to them grabbing her daughter who was crying uncontrollably.

”Mama..I know it’s hard. He’s been home for a long time. But remember fun stuff we did the last time he was gone? We went to Disney and we shopped and we bought all the cool stuff…” Marla tried to console her daughter.

”I’ll be home soon, Rosalia. I promise…” Bruno told her picking her up. ”You have to take care of your mom for me, okay?”

”But daddy…I’m the kid. She has to take care of me.” she told him.

Bruno hugged her tightly trying not to cry himself. Marla took his hand hugging his back. She whispered in his ear, ”It will be okay. Te prometo.”

**

Dear Marla,

I haven’t figured out how I’m going to write you letters when I’m gone…but I will figure it out on the way to wherever we’re going first. Thank you for showing me the strength it takes to go on tour again. Know that I’m counting down the days, the hours, the seconds, until I see you again. Right now it’s 1,814,400 seconds. Yes, I googled it. I love you.

Bruno Mars

ps- you turn me on too.