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Welcome Home Sweetheart

 A Sonny and Brenda short story

NC-17

Sonny turned in his chair at his desk when he heard her come down the stairs. He swallowed hard at the sight of her wearing his silk bathrobe, and obviously nothing else. She paused at the bottom, tilted her head slightly to one side, and smiled at him. He stood up and closed the distance between them quickly. "Good morning," she murmured. Sonny flashed a dimpled grin and replied, "more like afternoon." "Well," Brenda told him, moving her head back to vertical, "that's not my fault." Sonny gathered her in his arms, "oh yeah? Whose fault is it?" Before she could respond, he took her mouth in a long, luxurious kiss. She moaned. When her mouth was again free to speak, she continued, "it's your fault. If you hadn't kept me up all night…" Sonny raised his eyebrows, "complaining?" Brenda smiled again, her lips swollen and blushed from the recent kiss, "never." "Good, make sure it stays that way, woman!" Brenda laughed. She'd never admit it to him, but she was glad his caveman attitude was still intact.

It had been a long road to get them to this point, but both were very glad they made the journey. Sonny and Carly had been divorced for several months, and were sharing custody of Michael. Carly knew from the start that Sonny was denying his feelings for Brenda. Sonny knew it too, but tried like hell to maintain his marriage…especially after Brenda went back to Jax. But the insecurity and doubt ate away at Carly, until one night when she fell into the arms of another man. Daniel, Sonny's new attorney, had his eye on Carly from the get go, but, being a smart man, he kept his distance from the boss' wife. Daniel wasn't a civilian attorney like Alexis had been; he was well entrenched in the mob life. But when Carly came to him that night, distraught and needy, he couldn't help himself. And then, when the door burst open and he saw Sonny standing there, he knew he was finished. Sonny knew he and Carly were finished at that moment too. Not because she had been unfaithful, but because he didn't care that she had been. He felt nothing but relief at it finally being over. Daniel, of course, was another story. People are still wondering what happened to him.

Brenda had a revelation of her own upon hearing about Sonny's divorce. She couldn't hide from him any longer, especially because she knew he'd be coming for her…and soon. One day, when Jax was away on business, she found Sonny on the docks, sitting near the spot they'd met all those years ago. "It's funny," she thought to herself, "we always say we met here, but we didn't. We met in Jagger's room." She knew then he was dangerous. She also knew he was the sexiest man she'd ever seen. The electricity between them that day, and every day after, was hard to ignore. She approached him, and sat down beside him. "Are you OK?" she quietly asked. Sonny shook his head slightly, "nope." "Upset about Carly?" Again, he shook his head, and then turned to look at her. "Oh, business. Don’t worry, I know not to ask." He stared into her eyes, "wrong again." Brenda stared back; the answer was obvious now. He was upset about her. Sonny took her face in his hands, and kissed her. Brenda felt the fire ignite in her core, just as she had when he kissed her on the island. When they returned from that adventure, and she learned she wasn't dying, she returned to the safety zone of Jasper Jax. She convinced herself that Sonny was happily married, and that he didn't really want her anyway. Neither held any delusions now. Brenda moaned, and straddled Sonny on the bench. He continued to kiss her, his hands moving down to cup her bottom. Brenda snaked her fingers through his hair, and held on. Finally, Sonny broke away from the kiss. "I'd better take you home, or I'm going to take you right here on this dock." Brenda smiled, "you can take me anywhere you want."

He did take her home to the Penthouse that day…and she never left. When Jax returned, he once again had his heart handed to him on a platter. He certainly wasn't surprised; playing second place to Sonny was his lot in life. Brenda was glad she hadn't accepted Jax's marriage proposal. She knew deep in her heart she didn't love him enough; that it would always be Sonny who possessed her completely.

Now, Sonny walked Brenda towards the couch, intending to ravish her there. But, as usual, a knock at the door stopped them. "Damn," he muttered. Brenda giggled; "I'll be in the kitchen." Sonny kissed her again, then watched her walk off. He tried to quell his large erection with his hand, but to no avail. He opened the door to Benny, and smiled at the sight. They'd almost lost him to a heart attack six months earlier, and Sonny was grateful Benny was still around. "Morning Boss!" Benny greeted him cheerfully. "Good morning Benny."

Meanwhile, Brenda busied herself in the kitchen making breakfast. She assumed Sonny had already eaten, not that he was much of a breakfast person. Usually, a couple of cups of coffee did it for him. She hummed as she dripped honey on a piece of toast. She leaned over the island, and took a bite. "Mmmmm," she moaned. Sonny, having just entered the room, stood behind her admiring the sight. Her hips swayed gently from side to side as she relished the sweet, stickiness of her breakfast. Sonny held back a groan, and quietly idled up behind her. Brenda smiled to herself, but otherwise gave no indication she knew he was there. Sonny grabbed a nearby chair, and sat down. Brenda continued to eat, as Sonny reached around her, and untied the robe. She put her toast down, let the robe fall to the floor, then picked up where she'd left off. His hands caressed her ass, and he studied her tattoo. "That's so sexy," he growled, leaning forward and licking it. "Oh really?" Brenda said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. But not half as sexy as what's below it." "Words," Brenda retorted, "they don't mean nothing." Sonny laughed at her quoting one of his famous Sonnyisms. It warmed his heart that she remembered after all these years. "You got that right," he stated, and lowered his head. Brenda adjusted her stance, parting her legs. Then she licked the honey off her toast as Sonny devoured her. She had to stop herself from begging him to ram his huge cock into her. Instead, she relaxed and enjoyed how he brought her to orgasm with his mouth. "Sonny!" she cried as she came, shaking against the counter.

Sonny stood up quickly, sending the chair skidding across the floor. Within seconds, he had freed himself from his pants, and plunged into her. Brenda squealed, and gripped the edge of the island for support. Sonny leaned forward and turned her head to one side so he could kiss her as he stroked in and out. Brenda whimpered with every thrust; he filled her completely and left no part untouched. In between kisses, Brenda whispered how much she loved him, and Sonny told her his life was now finally complete. "Oh God Sonny, I'm cumming! Do it harder!" Sonny held onto her slender hips and concentrated on driving her over the edge. He did so quickly, and she screamed his name as she came. She collapsed forward onto the island, breathing heavily, as Sonny kept thrusting, seeking his own release. He found it moments later, and erupted into her with a loud, "unh!"

Still imbedded inside her, Sonny pulled her up to a standing position, and held her tightly against him. "Welcome home sweetheart," he whispered in her ear. "Welcome home baby," she replied with a smile.

The End