Sex with his wife. It was amazing, Sonny deduced as he ran his hands up her sides. She didn't fight him when he walked into her room, although he was shocked to see her there. She didn't protest when he grabbed her, he could smell the liquor on her breath. Good thing he had a few drinks too, that way he didn't feel as if he was taking advantage of the situation. She didn't even throw a fit when he tossed her top into the air and ripped her panties off to get to her.
When he stumbled into the room, he was under the impression that he would just be sleeping off the drinks he had consumed at the bar. Carly had taken his keys and shoved a room card into his hands. It'd be too clandestine to believe she didn't know she was ushering him into Brenda's room. Carly was up to something. That was neither here nor there now. He was exactly where he needed to be at the moment. Between those flawless thighs he had often praised.
Each time he rolled her onto her side, she gripped him tightly, and her nails damn near ripped his skin to shreds. He started out on top, driving into her like a madman, but somewhere between round two and three she had managed to get on top and was riding him like a jockey.
He wove his hands through her thick dark hair and pulled with each glorious thrust. She had her nails digging into his chest. With each rise and fall, she let out a sexy moan that seemed to make him harder by the second. His eyes were trained on her, and she was staring at him. The eye contact would have petrified him with any other woman, but this, with her was like old times but better. The sexy way she'd bite her lip just before she came down on him almost made him cum just from the looks.
The way her ass bounced up and down, the sexy way she'd flip her hair and the deep uncertainty that he'd ever felt this pleasure before was imprinted on his brain. Sonny's lungs burned from the ragged breaths he'd been taking. His palms were filled with her plump ass that seemed much bigger than the last time he'd touched it. Her breasts tasted much sweeter than the last time he'd run his tongue over them. He knew for sure her heated core was wetter than he'd ever felt. She was always his dream, now she'd given him a new fantasy. He'd try to get this back every time he was with her from here on out.
While the sweet juices flowed between them and the moans and strokes intensified, Sonny bit down on his own lip to keep from screaming out his pleasure. She wasn't going fast, she was slow and easy, but the way she rolled her hips made this time better than any he'd ever had. He usually took control, but he'd let her have the reins, and she'd shown him all the reason why he placed her above every other sexual experience in his life. There was always something different about her. He wasn't sure if it was the way she felt, tasted, or just the hunger he had for her that outranked the rest.
Gripping her hips tighter, he let her magic flow around him and closed his eyes briefly. She quickly took his lips as she rocked back and forth and he fluttered them open. "Sonny," she moaned when his hands slithered up to her breasts. He cupped them and tweaked her hardened nipples before giving her a dimpled smile. She had them too. Her dimples only appeared when she was incredibly happy or close to a huge orgasm. He knew the difference between the two. This one was going to be epic.
Weaving her hand through his hair, she snatched his head from the bed, and he sat with her still riding him. Running his tongue down her neck, Sonny let it linger for a minute and sucked her skin so hard he knew she would have a mark. He didn't give a damn. He wanted to show the world that she was back and more his than ever before.
When her hands planted on his shoulders, sweaty and shaky, he whispered in her ear. "Say yes." She knew what it meant. He loved to hear her tell him how and what she wanted.
"Yes. Yes, Sonny."
He tossed her back on the bed and slid her thighs apart. He had probably kissed every inch of her body, memorized every curve, ran his tongue over every peak. Now, he'd make her remember what it was like to lose all sense of control.
Sonny kissed up her leg first and then worked his way to her inner thigh. She was all over the place, balling her hands in the sheets when he reached her core. One flick of his tongue had her shivering, and when he latched onto her slippery wet bud, her head flew from the bed.
Her nails scratched his scalp, and her hips moved to the tune her mouth hummed. It was perfect. Her orgasm came in waves. Her deliciously sweet nectar coated his tongue, and her warm flesh quivered. She was his in every way now. He'd sealed that deal.
Sonny laid down beside her after letting her breathing return to normal. She laid on his chest without speaking a word, and within minutes they were both asleep. Sonny was content. He'd make his position clear and she'd accepted what he had to offer.
Hours passed, and Sonny woke to the sound of trays being rattled in the sitting area of the room. He jumped when he realized he was in bed alone. The sheets on the other side of the bed were cold. She'd been gone for a while now, he realized. Looking around the room, Sonny saw Carly and tried to cover up quickly.
"I've seen it all before," Carly laughed. Sonny looked around and she shook her head. "Don't think about it. You'll just give yourself a headache. She checked out this morning."
"This morning? What time is it?" Sonny looked over at his phone and saw that it was past noon. "She just left?"
"You know, maybe it was the way you came in and screwed her brains out and then passed out. She sent me to check on you. Classy girl you have there."
"You don't care about us," Sonny defended. "I know this is probably making you happy to see her leave me here like this. If you're so against us why did you give me her room key?"
"Maybe because I thought you'd do the intelligent thing like talking to your wife. I had no idea you'd let her go to your house with that slut's things there."
"I didn't know she was coming, and just like everything else, you're wrong about me and Brenda. Kim isn't serious, Brenda is. Sex with my wife isn't illegal."
"It's not illegal, but it's stupid if you're trying to prove why you want her back. You have Kim's stuff at your house, Sonny. You set yourself steps behind. You just looked like a neanderthal that thinks he can have his cake and eat it too. Imagine Brenda begging you to come home and you come back to someone's things in the place you used to occupy."
Sonny hadn't stopped to think about what a big deal it probably was to Brenda. The fact that she spoke to Carly about it meant she was more pissed that he had realized. He had miscalculated the situation. He knew she'd enjoyed the sex, he had the scratches to prove it, but he hadn't assured her the way he should have.
They never had a problem with sex. It was the one place they were always in sync. She always wanted him, and he was addicted to her. He'd let her feelings get tangled up in his need to always have someone. He hadn't been alone much, but she had. He'd taken something that meant more than he could put into words and made it feel trashy for her. He'd been in bed almost ready to have sex with another woman the previous morning.
"What do I do?" Sonny asked, not sure if he was crossing a line asking his ex-wife about his current.
"Not my area. I know nothing about how that twit's mind works. I just know if I were staying at the Quartermaine mansion, I'd need all the entertainment I could stand. Monica, Ned, and Olivia can be exhausting."
Sonny had no idea why Carly was helping him and furthermore why Brenda would tell her where she was staying, but he wouldn't question the curious relationship they seemed to have now. Brenda had to know Carly sent him to her, just like she'd know she sent him again. Now, Sonny was going to have to brave the disapproving looks from Monica and possible fist fight he would get into with Ned upon his arrival to the Quartermaine mansion.
"Thanks, Carly," Sonny said, even though she was acting as if she didn't give a damn. It was then that Sonny realized one of the qualities in Carly that most didn't get to see. She hated the thought of him with Brenda, but she'd do what she could to secure his happiness. She was like that with every person she loved. It was why he'd always value her friendship.
"Sober up," Carly tossed him a bottle of Tylenol. She had thought of everything. She always did.
Sonny took a shower and freshened up. He had to wear the same clothes, but at least he'd swing home to get something new before he headed to the Quartermaine's. He had no clue what he would say to Brenda, but he knew he'd stop and grab some of her favorites. He wouldn't try anything physical, maybe a kiss, he just wanted to be near her.
After being satisfied that he was ready to make moves, Sonny drove to his house and was surprised to find the door unlocked and open. He immediately drew his gun and was ready to fire when he walked around the corner to find Kim sitting on his couch. She had a few of his shirts shredded in her lap.
"What are you doing here?" Sonny quickly asked.
"I waited for you last night, you didn't come home. I found these." She twirled a pair of black panties in his face, and he had to laugh at the antics of his jealous ass wife. She'd probably left them there purposely. She would do things like that when she felt the need to mark her territory. "Who do they belong to?"
Sonny was past the point of lying. He had already decided that this thing with Kim was over. He'd decided that before he left Rome, but he let his feelings get involved when Brenda rejected him. He hadn't handled it in the best way.
"I was going to call you. I think you should take your things to your house."
"So you're doing this? Really doing this? She's not coming back to you. I feel like you should—"
"She's back. Those," Sonny took the panties from her hands, "are hers. We both knew this wasn't anything serious when it started. I was honest about that."
"It wasn't until it was," Kim ran her hand over her stomach. "As I was trying to tell you last night, I took a test. It's yours."
Sonny's mouth went dry. There was no damn way. He'd used condoms every step of the way with Kim. He wasn't going to have another situation like he had with Ava. He loved Avery, but he had decided against more children. The only way he'd have more was if Brenda wanted them. He doubted she did. He knew she wouldn't accept this one the way she had fallen in love with his other children. He'd seen her bond with Avery instantly. She'd loved his youngest daughter. There was no way he'd get Brenda back with the news of Kim's pregnancy being thrust at her.
"I want a DNA test." Sonny shrugged, hoping it would buy him some time.
"Fine," Kim said and threw his shredded shirts on the floor. "In the meantime, you might want to warn your little girlfriend that she's going to be a stepmother, again."
"My wife, you mean," Sonny threw out, feeling the need to clarify her little cheap shot. "Brenda is my wife."
Kim's eyes blazed red, and she looked at Sonny like she wanted to kill him. "You will pay for this." With that, she stomped out of the room, leaving Sonny to throw his hands in the air. He held his game face together while she was there, but now that he was alone, he had to admit defeat. Brenda would never forgive this. She had been through a lot with him over the years, but he didn't see a good ending to this.
While he knew he was right, even he couldn't have predicted this turn of events. He went to yell at Kim but stopped when he saw her and Brenda standing face to face. "So you're pregnant by my husband?" Brenda slammed the door, making both Sonny and Kim jump. "Don't look so shocked to see me. I live here," Brenda announced and threw a bag on the floor. What the hell?