Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 55: My Turn

(Picture of adorable Evan Taylor Above *WARNING: sexual-ish scene down here but not bad AND this chapter is long*)
* Third Person POV *

          Evan and Brooke lay on a blanket in the backyard, the moon and lights inside the house being their only light. Evan chuckles as he stares down at Brooke, his left arm holding her body close to his while his other hand holds her bare legs against him. He stares deep into her eyes.
             "What's your biggest turn on" He says awkwardly "—that I don't know about?"
               Brooke giggles, her hand moving up his broad chest. Biting her lip, she thinks for a moment.
               "It's weird." Brooke giggles.
             Evan narrows his brows. "Does it involve that romance movie you watched with Paul's wife? What's it called? Shades of Grey or something?"
             "No, no! It's just—it's gross when other people do this in movies and just in real life." Evan raises his brow at her words. "You know! When a couple is kissing and their lips make that smacking sound? Yeah, that grossed me out whenever I hear it in movies or when others do it ."
                Evan blinks. "I asked you what turns you on, not what doesn't—though I do now."
                The pretty 23-year-old rolls her eyes as she smiles. "I was getting to my point."
               Evan rolls his eyes and sighs, nodding. "Continue then, Princess."
               "Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted—when WE kiss and make that smacking sound, that's just ONE of the things that turn me on. When other people do it, I want to puke." Brooke explains. "I told you it's weird."
              "Okay...you're turn to ask a question." Evan says slowly.
              Brooke rubs her hand on Evan's chest, loving how her hand feels his hairy chest. "Do you let me when at wrestling?"
                Evan burst out laughing. "Yes, always. My turn."
                 Brooke leans up and kisses his bare chest. Their naked bodies are pressed together under the blanket and cover.
              "Do you enjoy us doing new things together? In general and in bedroom?" Evan says
               "Of course." Brooke says, "What's your turn on?"
               "A lot of things. When you touch my chest, when you pout, when you get excited, when you try to be sexy—everything basically." Evans voice drops low, as does his eyes.  "Do you see a future with me? I mean, when you think about your future, what do you see?"
When Evan's blue eyes flicker to Brooke's, all he can see is her brown eyes and sweet smile looking up at him happily. Her hand on his chest moves up to his thick neck.
"When I think about MY future," Brooke plays with the bent hairs on the back of Evan's neck "I see a very handsome man who slowly dances with me in our living room at 2 in the morning. I see a man who still makes love to me as passionate and wild as he had before we ever got married AND we listen to his 70's to 80's music afterwards.
"I see three or four kids—maybe five—at least have one boy or one girl out of them all. They all look like a mixture of us—mainly my husband. Only one is allowed to completely look like me. One has blue eyes while the others have brown eyes. They have his nose instead of this honker." Evan beans down at Brooke, hoping she's talking about him. "My husband let me name all but one because I already have an idea on what I want to name them—especially the boys.
"I see him coming up behind me and holding me close to him as I make our family pancakes and bacon. He still holds the door open for me and holds my hand, I still look at him like I had the day I met him. Even with his grey to white hair and wrinkling skin, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen." Brooke finishes, "Evan, I see you and I and our 3 to 4 to 5 pale kids living in a bigger house with two dogs and whatever our kids brings home."
Evan grins and pushes her down onto her back again, locking lips with her intensely. He then slows it down and begins to lightly smack their lips together. Brooke can feel her lower part of her body come alive as his bare body shifts to between her legs. Her hand flies to the side of his face, quickening the pace of their kiss. They continue to smack their lips as they kiss as their bodies become more and more alive with the sound and feel of each other's bare bodies closeness.
"My turn." Brooke sighs.
Evan begins to attack her collarbone with his lips. She whimpers as his hands run up her body and legs. Her arm lift above her head, touching the trimmed backyard grass.
"What do you see in your future?" She lets out a unsteady sigh. "A family? New career? A second wife?"
Evan continues to leave hickeys all over Brooke's chest, enjoying himself while making her happy. She runs her hands through his combed back hair.
"Ah!" Brooke's eyes widen at what she feels between her legs, Evan intensely and lustfully stares deep into her eyes now. "Ooo Baby, round two tonight?"
Evan smirks wickedly as they condomlessly begin to do the deed on his large quit in the backyard. Brooke stares up at the beautiful masterpiece of the crescent moon and it's stars as Evan harshly makes love to her. Her hands shift from his chest to under his arms and holding onto his back. All she can do is repeatedly sigh and softly beg him sexually in his ear and let him fiercely have his way with her thin body.

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(those lips tho)

Small whines awakens Evan from his sleep. He hears his loud snore as he wakes up. He rubs a hand over his beard and groans lightly from grogginess. Suddenly, he hears a terrifying sound on the other side of the bed.
"No, please!" It's Brooke and she sounds scared. "No!"
Evan quickly sits up and flips the light on his nightstand on. It blinds him for a few moments but he still turns and looks at Brooke. She lays on her back (she only flips over onto her back when she has a nightmare) with her arms above her head, tears trailing down her cheeks to her lips. She whimpers and lightly whines, her face pure terror. His heart partly melts with relief and partly quickens with worry.
"No! Please, just stop! NO!" Brooke says louder, her leg kicking at the sheets.
Evan's muscular left arm dives under Brooke's body, pulling her up to him. His other pulls her hip toward him. Brooke's head goes straight to his chest as he pats her back and shushes her as if she were a child. Her teary eyes slowly flutter open, sniffing.
"Shhh" Evan's lip brush against the top of her head "it's okay. I'm here. You're safe."
Brooke sniffs. "Please don't ever leave me again. Please. I'm sorry."
"Aww, sweetheart! I've never left you." Evan says tenderly, holding her tighter to his chest. "You were just dreaming."
Brooke shakes her head, bawling into his bare chest. "No, you left me! You left me! I couldn't have kids and you left me to a bunch of greasy, horny men!"
Those last 10 words echo inside Evan's mind. He once left her to a bunch of greasy, horny men before because he was too drunk to realize what was going on. The reminder of the worst night of Evan's life threatens to tear him apart. He shakes his head, patting Brooke's back as if she were a baby. He stares down at her as she cries, her hand on his side. He kisses the top of her head.
"Well, I'm back now Baby." He kisses the top of her head as he lays back, "And I'm never gonna leave this bed."