He Ate Her Real Good

Snow Brook Valley 

Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup.

Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

He stood in the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, staring at his reflection like it might give him answers. His shoulders sagged, exhaustion etched deep into his posture. It wasn’t physical tiredness. It was the kind that came from constant tension, from walking on eggshells, from conversations that always ended halfway because neither of them wanted to say the wrong thing again.

Claudia has been difficult lately. Maybe it's because of the pregnancy. Always angry over little things. Cold one minute, distant the next. They hadn’t really connected in weeks, not the way they used to. And Brandon felt it. He always did. He wasn’t blind to her moods, no matter how much she pretended everything was fine.

He figured if they attended the Nativity night, they would connect with other people and maybe have a good time, but Claudia said she wouldn't be attending.

He tied the towel tightly around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, all fresh. As he walked into their bedroom, he stopped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Claudia laid on the bed, her legs slightly apart, revealing that she had no panties on. He swallowed hard, unable to find his words. Her sexy white satin lingerie gown hugged her body, her perfectly shaped curves teasing him.

“Hey baby,” she said in a soft voice, seducing him.

“Hey, you look hot,” he managed to say.

For a second he thought he was imagining it, for some time now Claudia doesn't allow him to touch her let alone make love to her.

He could feel his hardness underneath his towel. It was a full time job to resist her, because she was irresistible. She opened her legs wider, blessing him with the view, before he could say a word, she slipped her middle finger inside of her with gentle thrust. Her other hands fondling her bosom, she did all these without taking her eyes off him.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned, rolling her eyes as she gently slid her finger that had been coated with her cream out of her kitty, and she licked it.

“Come here daddy,” she called him, taking off her gown. 

Brandon threw his towel, revealing his hardness to her, making her smile, and she bit softly on her lower lip. He climbed the bed, beside her.

“I’m sorry about earlier. About all the fighting. I know I’ve been… a lot.”

Brandon didn’t speak. He couldn’t yet.

She reached for his hand, fingers warm against his skin. “You’re an amazing man. You know that, right?”

That did it. Something cracked open inside him.

She smiled up at him. “And I was thinking, after feeding you, I'll make that pasta you enjoy. And that's not all, I'll go with you for the Nativity night.” Her fingers traced lightly over his arm.

Brandon’s lips curved into a smile before he could stop himself. He was still human. Still attracted to her. Still affected by her, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then her cheek. Then her lips slow, familiar, aching with everything they hadn’t said to each other in weeks.

Claudia sighed against him, melting into his touch like she’d been waiting for it.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, his hands slowly went in-between her thighs. She was so wet, he wanted nothing more than to fill her up real good. They've got all the time in the world, and he was going to take his time.

She said she'll feed him, and she fed him. As his mouth covered her swollen kitty, he ate her like he hadn't eaten for years. He ate her until her back arched and she pulled his hair, he ate her until her legs couldn't stop shaking, he ate her until she baptized him with her tasty puzua juice, his favorite.

………..

Later, when they lay side by side, breathless and warm, Brandon stared at the ceiling.

Claudia’s mind was elsewhere, she was thinking about the money and how to get it from Brandon. She was trying to be all nice to him, make him happy, and then when she's gotten him where she wants him, she'll ask for the money.

But for now she'll focus on pleasing him.

They got dressed together after, Claudia humming softly as she slipped into her coat, Brandon watching her with a thoughtful expression.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The Snowbrook Christmas nativity was exactly what Brandon remembered. The beautiful nativity scene, an old tradition of younger children playing the birth story, this time it was different. There was no Melody, there was no Jamie and Cynthia, there was no giant bubblegum bubble competition between the four of them. 

Everyone pretending like nothing has changed, people greeted them as they walked through the square, nods and smiles exchanged like currency. Brandon felt like he’d stepped back in time, into a version of himself that hadn’t yet learned how complicated love could get.

Then he saw her.

Melody’s mother.

She stood near the edge of the crowd, wrapped in a thick coat, face unreadable. Brandon hesitated, then gently nudged Claudia.

“That’s Melody’s mom.”

Claudia nodded. “Let’s say hi.”

They approached slowly.

“Good evening Mrs. Hart,” Brandon said politely.

She looked at them, recognition flickering briefly in her eyes. “Hello.” Her voice was neutral, not warm, not hostile.

“Hope you’re doing well,” Claudia added.

“I am,” she replied simply. “Merry Christmas to the both of you.” And with that, she turned and walked away.

Brandon watched her leave, a strange weight settling in his chest. Before he could think too deeply about it, someone clapped him on the shoulder.

“Brandon!”

He turned, surprised. “Jamie?”

Jamie grinned, tired but happy. “Man, look at you.”

Claudia smiled politely beside him.

“The latest daddy in town,” Brandon teased. “I wanted to come by, but I figured Cynthia was still mad at me and it'll be better not to piss her off.”

Jamie nodded without saying another word.

“Why are you here, ain't you supposed to be babysitting?”

Jamie laughed. “Yeah, but she insisted I come out tonight. Said I needed air. Baby Melody is a full-time job.”

Brandon laughed. “Baby Melody?”

Jamie smiled proudly. “She named her after Melody. Said she wanted our daughter to be just as sweet.”

Brandon felt Claudia stiffen beside him.

Jamie noticed. “Claudia, you look amazing.”

She forced a smile. “Thank you.”

“I’ll grab us drinks,” Claudia said suddenly. 

“Give you boys time to catch up.” She walked away before either of them could respond.

Jamie watched her go, then turned back to Brandon, his expression serious now.

“So… what’s going on?”

Brandon frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You and Claudia. You good?”

Brandon nodded quickly. “Yeah. We’re great. She’s amazing. One of the best things that ever happened to me.” His mind drifted back to the hot sex session they just had few hours ago.

Jamie studied his face. “And the wedding?”

“In less than a week, I'm really pumped. I can't wait to walk down the aisle with her.”

Jamie nodded. “Good to hear that. Claudia looked different, is she okay?”

Brandon smiled. “Yeah. Claudia’s pregnant.”

The words hit Jamie like a punch. His face was drained of color.

“Claudia… is pregnant?” Jamie repeated slowly.

Brandon’s smile faded. “Is there a problem?”

Jamie shook his head too fast. “No. No problem at all, that's good news.”

But his eyes said otherwise. And Brandon noticed.