Chapter 60

Starting with his lips, she made her way down his strong jaw, enjoying the slight stubble he had going along with the goatee, to his neck, tasting his skin and nibbling on his Adam's apple. Her robe was still on, but it was wide open, so her breasts and hardened nipples brushed against his chest the further down she went. Brooklynn pressed soft kisses along his chest, her nails gliding down his sides and flicked his own pectorals with her tongue. Eventually, she made her way down to his stomach and traced the BSK Pride tattoo with her tongue, feeling Mark shudder and tremble the same way he made her earlier. Good, turnabout was fair play, after all. Her mouth encased around the button of his jeans when she finally arrived and unsnapped them before taking the zipper between her teeth and tongue to slide it down. The sound of it made her wet all over again, drenched even, but first Brooklynn craved to taste Mark again after all this time.

Being sort of a gentleman, Mark folded his hands beneath his head, propped up on pillows to watch her. He'd be nice, let her do this, knowing she needed some time to recover. Then he felt her freeing him from the confines of his jeans and maybe he wasn't being nice at all, but cruel, allowing himself to be tortured. A glance into those molten golden eyes of hers told him he was definitely about to be tortured. She wouldn't torture him nearly as much as he did her, at least Brooklynn didn't think so, but then again, he was stubborn and could hold back on her. There was only way to find out as a smirk curved her lips before she removed his jeans completely, his boots already off. She was even nice enough to remove his socks, wanting him just as naked as she was as she shrugged the robe off.

They were both stark naked now and could feel everything the other offered. Sliding her tongue along the crease of his pelvis, Brooklynn focused on his inner thighs first and the area all around his cock, enjoying the fact he was well groomed. She really didn't feel like plucking the pubic hair out of her teeth, which is why she had neatly groomed herself prior to doing any kind of sexual acts with Mark. Hearing him hiss out and growl from low in his throat at her teasing sent a surge of satisfaction through her body. Good, he had tortured and tormented her for over an hour and payback was a bitch sometimes. Finally, she decided not to hold back any longer and French kissed the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum with a moan.

However, Mark hadn't been overly celibate and he had also fallen back on his hand, he wasn't cumming anytime soon. It did cross his mind that she might want to keep that salve handy, for her jaw, eyes fastened on her tongue when she stopped kissing and began licking. Slow, long licks, like he was an ice cream cone and then she alternated, rapid licks, now a melting ice cream cone and his cock head was now sensitive.

If this man stayed celibate for over a year, then Brooklynn was the Queen of England incarnate. There was no way he didn't get his rocks off with women, especially after she shattered his heart into pieces. Brooklynn didn't care how many women he slept with, whatever helped him get through the heartbreak without completely losing himself. Mark had been a downright whore back in his nomad days, fucking and forgetting the women he was with. Brooklynn had been the only exception, though it hadn't happened right away. Men and women dealt with heartache very differently and there was nothing wrong with that.

However, now that she was back in the picture and home, she was the ONLY woman he would be with. Brooklynn didn't share and neither did Mark, they were both possessive of each other, which was both good and bad. Pushing every other thought out of her mind, Brooklynn put her full heart and focus into pleasuring her man, refusing to think of Mark as her ex-husband. Sliding her hand up his chest, Brooklynn began bobbing her head up and down, driving his cock in the back of her throat and raked her nails back down to add to the sensations. It was even better when she began humming, which sent vibrations throughout his body and made his cock pulsate more. When Brooklynn started deep throating him, that was pretty much when his hands stopped behaving and remaining behind his head. Reaching down, Mark let his fingers tangle in her thick hair, mindful not to take over, not in this position anyway. He'd wind up hurting her throat.

"Mmm… Lynn, lay on your back, with your head over the edge."

Not questioning him, Brooklynn pulled away from his cock to do as he ordered, lying sprawled on the end of the bed with her head over the side. Mark had stood up from the bed to stand in front of her, mouth and cock aligned perfectly. Brooklynn had no idea what he had planned, but it definitely wasn't this as Mark guided his cock back in her mouth. Essentially, he was fucking her face upside down and all she could do was grip his hips, digging her nails into his cheeks. This was new and incredibly erotic, the blood rushing to her head only enhancing the sensations and desire that flooded her body.

This let him go deeper than she probably thought possible down that throat of hers and with less gagging. The headrush she was experiencing would leave her dizzy and with a heavy head once the blood rushed back. With that in mind, he stopped every so often, helping Brooklynn raise her head to get her orientation back. Each time, her eyes were more wild, gasping for breath, and she had a sex flush down her neck and chest. Mark was pretty sure after a while, his backside had gouges in it from her nails and his own head was spinning. She had started humming and sucking hard whenever he pulled out, the combination reeling.

When Mark finally came, he'd exploded in the back of her throat in a sharp thrust that made Brooklynn shudder from the top of her head to the tips of her curled toes. She swallowed what he gave her, but being upside down was not a good idea to swallow, so Mark didn't let the whole stream go in her mouth. Instead, he pulled out quickly to spray the other half all over her breasts, using his hand to pump himself the rest of the way.

"Mmm yeah…" She moaned out at the feeling of the warm liquid all over her and took some of it on her finger, when she slowly sat up, sucking it in her mouth.

Sex, especially foreplay, could be extremely messy, not that neither minded. Brooklynn laughed as he tossed her a towel, letting her wipe his cum off her, but a shower was definitely in order. The moment she dropped the towel, Mark tackled her to the bed and their tongues entangled together, her eyes widening as she felt his fully erected cock against her. How the hell did he manage to get it up so soon after exploding the way he had?

"W-Wait…" She broke the kiss, breathing heavily and caressed his face with her hand, gliding the pad of her thumb across his lips. "You don't need a breather? Not even for a minute?"

"Oh… right," He grabbed her head and pushed a flow of magic right into her, perking her back up too and smirked when she gasped as the energy coursed through her body. "Better?"

At Brooklynn's nod, he wasted no time in sliding past those slick folds of hers, sheathing himself properly inside of her for the first time in over a year. Lacing his fingers through hers, he pinned her hands in the pillows on either side of her head. Bending down to rest his forehead against hers, both of them reveled in this moment of their reconciliation.

"Mark…oh god…"

That familiar burning sensation flowed through her, refusing to close her eyes, squeezing his fingers tightly. They were locked on dark smoldered forest green and the sheer feeling of his cock inside of her was magical in itself. Exquisite, mind-blowing, surreal, incredible…all the above. That was just him settled inside of her, sheathed, but once he began to move, rocking his hips, her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head. Their bodies moved as one, panting and each had a raging fire inside of them only the other could quell.

"I-I love you…" She stammered in a moan, meeting him for every thrust and finally pulled her fingers away from him to cup his face, searing his lips with hers. "I-I missed you so much…" Tears filled her eyes from the intensity between them.

Bending down, Mark kissed away her tears and then ran his tongue along the trail they left. "I love you too, darlin'." He murmured in her ear, both of them content to take it slow for this moment. Cherishing this. He had every intention of keeping her in bed for several hours, they'd be cycling through gentle and all-out fucks.

This reminded her of their first time together at the mansion in Phoenix, how he had made love to her. It was bittersweet lovemaking because Brooklynn had lost Mark shortly after, due to asking him to bring Undertaker back. The storm had raged outside, the rain playing a sad symphony for them and they took it slow, wanting to make it last forever. There was nothing bittersweet about this time, however, because this reconciliation was the beginning for them. Even though Seth Rollins loomed in the darkness and they knew he wasn't completely gone, Brooklynn vowed to enjoy the little moments like this with Mark.

Life was too short, she had missed over a year with him out of stupidity and she'd never do it again, learning a very valuable lesson. Thankfully, the salve had stopped her from feeling any kind of pain as Mark stretched her to her limits, putting her through her paces, before they finally collapsed against each other, in the early morning hours. Finally sated, for now, they both fell asleep in each other's arms and Brooklynn slept peacefully, without crying, for the first time in over a year.

"I made you guys breakfast!"

The last time Claira had made them breakfast, she had been in trouble for being a disgusting female and working on getting out of being grounded. "Don't you dare open that door!" He bellowed, reaching down to pull the covers up over him and Brooklynn. They had both slept probably the best either of them had during the last year and he had woken her up in a very pleasant way. "She's your kid…" He muttered, burying his face in Brooklynn's neck.

What an exquisite way to wake up indeed and the delicious ache between her thighs was a very welcoming feeling. She giggled softly, stroking her fingers through Mark's hair and tried not to get lost in his touch and kisses. "She's OUR daughter and OUR daughter made us breakfast. We should join her and then we can come back to bed if you want." Her stomach rumbling told him she was starved since they hadn't eaten besides Dean's graduation party the previous day. Had all of that really happened in the span of 12 hours? "Come on, up I'm hungry and I know you have to be too, big man."

"We can cheat and use magic…"

"Sonya is growling, so whatever you plan on doing, nip it in the bud, come on! Come get it while it's hot." Laughing, Claira headed back downstairs, her Familiar in tow.

Sighing, he was up. He was up. He already knew Claira wasn't going to let them go back to bed, she was going to be up their backsides. Mark got it, he did. Looking around, he found his jeans from the day before and grabbed them, not bothering with clean clothes because he was going to need another shower.

"I'm gonna need you to go downstairs and grab the box with my clothes in it." She pulled the robe on she'd worn and was stripped of several times the previous night, shaking her head. "And I need to use the bathroom." To clean herself up after Mark had a morning snack before breakfast.

Or maybe she was his breakfast…that made her cheeks burn crimson. Mark nodded at her request, dropped a kiss on her lips and a couple minutes later, a box floated into the room to drop at her feet. Thank goodness, she really did not want to eat breakfast with their daughter without panties on. Pulling a pair of blue jean shorts on with a gray tank top, along with white bra and panties, Brooklynn pulled her hair back in a ponytail before heading out. Claira hadn't seen her new silver hair, so she was in for quite a surprise.

"Hi, Pops!" Dean greeted when Mark came into the kitchen, grinning as he poured the man a morning cup of coffee, the sugar within reach. Sometimes the old man took it, sometimes he didn't. "Claira made a lot of food."

"He helped." Claira was setting fried country steaks down on the table. "Like those, for instance." Dean was a fairly regular visitor here, just not… overnight. Her Dad was chill about a lot of things, she wasn't pushing that button. Not just yet. "Where's Mom?"

"Right here, sweetheart."

Brooklynn was immediately clobbered with a tight hug by Claira and she held her the same way, closing her eyes to hide the unshed tears. There were so many things she wanted to say to Claira and Brooklynn didn't know where to even begin apologizing for the way she acted. She hadn't treated her badly, but…hadn't been around either, not throughout her Senior year. Her most important year and Brooklynn had missed most of it.

"I'm home now, and I'm not going anywhere ever again."

"Good, I'll force you to stay if you try to leave again," Claira mumbled in her mother's neck, knowing she would understand and slowly pulled back, tears in her eyes. "What happened to your hair?"

"Your father changed it for me since I had a lot of silver within my black hair. Do you like it?"

Surprisingly, it made her mother even more beautiful and radiant. "Yeah, much better than the black, actually."

"Good, now let's sit down and eat." She turned her attention to the young man helping set the table. "Nice to see you again, Dean."

"Ma'am," Dean wasn't on as familiar terms with Brooklynn like he was with Mark. He cursed under his breath when Claira bumped his head. "Babe!"

"Ma'am is for old people…" Claira hated that term. Ma'am. She prayed when she was older, nobody ever called her that.

"Pops, you gotta check your daughter."

"Oh no, boy, that's all yours." Mark snorted, eyeballing the food and grinned at Brooklynn.

"Just call me Brooklynn, Dean. I'm inclined to agree with my daughter and don't like the term 'ma'am'." She winked at him, smirking back at Mark and went to make her plate, used to serving everyone else before herself. Things really had changed in this house and it would take some getting used to. "Thank you for breakfast, sweetheart. This looks amazing. You too, Dean." She had overheard Claira praising Dean for his cooking abilities.

"Hey, we haven't had a family meal in over a year, so you bet your ass I was making it a priority."

"Well alrighty then, missy. Now hush up and start eating." Claira obeyed and everyone fell into a comfortable, amicable silence as they chowed down.