Forgiving You

by Melissa Bender

  “Pregnant?” Samantha and Ness gasped.

  “Chris, you need to sit down and take it easy brother,” Adam said, breaking everyone’s silence.

  Chris shook his head, finally speaking calmly. “I need everyone out of our house. You’ve proven you’re all too childish to take care of our daughter. She could have been seriously hurt.”

  “And we’ve apologised,” my mum said.

  “So have I,” he sarcastically retorted back. “Still not good enough, is it?!”

  Judging by the look across her face, she knew he was right.

  Epilogue

  After a struggling five years, we could gladly say Chris’s health was back on track. So much had happened, much more than we ever anticipated. Neither of us was prepared for a lot of the things to come. Somehow, we got through them with each other’s help.

  Adam and Ness finally got married. They have a three-year-old son, Harvey, who was just like Adam—quiet but knows how to throw a tantrum. I’m so excited that my brother got to experience what Chris and I have. Although they both say one is far too much for them, I think they’ll have more.

  My parents decided Chris wasn’t so bad after all and let him off the hook. They didn’t come around a lot, preferring to travel and live the senior’s life of touring and exploring with their campervan. I did miss them, but it was what they needed. They were too in my head, suffocating me when they stayed for more than a week. After Chris told them all to grow up and move on from the past, it was never mentioned again.

  Chris’s father had passed away, three months after his surgery. That devastated him; all of us were shattered. He dropped dead from a heart attack just after family dinner at Chris’s parents’ house. That showed us all, just how precious life is. Nothing could have prepared us from that shock. Chris still struggles with it daily, and his mother keeps busy with helping us out when she can. Samantha is great; she loves babysitting.

  Lucy was already walking and talking; a high energy ball of fun. There was not a day where she would just sit still and play quietly. I was on my toes, running after her and trying to keep little miss occupied. Chris was great with her; he was a fantastic father. I couldn’t be prouder of him.

  He and Adam both quit the firm and bought a business closer to home. They’re now both working together with their own firm, and business has been better than ever. Funny how many clients came to them after they quit the big company.

  It was a quiet summer. Chris and I had renovated the little cabin we brought when we split up for that short time. It felt like a lifetime ago. Speaking of which, the day I finally came face to face with Katie was a memory I will happily remember.

  Chris and I came out of the movie theatre from one of our date nights that we went on each week. Katie was standing on the side of the footpath, looking absolutely stunned to see us both. I didn’t speak to her. I let my hand do the talking and smacked her good and hard. The bitch didn’t know what hit her.

  I walked out of the kitchen and onto the deck, looking over at my husband who lazily lay in the hammock with our five-week-old son, Arlo, fast asleep against his chest. I leaned forward and kissed his small head and then kissed my husband on the lips.

  Chris’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled, reaching up and stroking my cheek. “I fell asleep?”

  “You did. Are you sleepy?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.

  Chris looked down at Arlo, then back towards me. “He’s a night owl. The others slept all night but not him. I feel so old.”

  I laughed softly. “You’re not old, and he knows its Mum and Dad time when the kids go to bed. He’s making sure you don’t get to touch his mummy.”

  “I’ll touch his mother however I want. She is mine.” He winked. There was a dominance coming through his voice that sent a shiver throughout my body.

  After all this time, he still drove me insane. I ran my hand over his board shorts and cupped his cock, pushing down and feeling him harden with a groan. He flexed upright, and I bit my lip. “Tonight, you’re mine. As soon as Arlo’s down, so am I.”

  “Devil woman,” he muttered as I walked away and back inside to check on the others.

  Our daughter, Lucy, was sitting up on the couch with her little brother Finn, and sister Billie. The twins who are now three were a massive surprise to us. The entire time we had been told we were only expecting one baby—another girl. But during the final scan, baby number two made an appearance and sent us into a panic. Chris was more than excited. He couldn’t wait to go out and buy things for a boy. His first son.

  We had four children—two boys and two girls. Just like we always planned on having. We had our perfect little family. We were so convinced we’d never fall pregnant again after the twins, but Chis wanted give it a shot. I didn’t hesitate to agree with him. Three months later, I was knocked up and cooking a baby. Chris’s sperm was well and truly just as powerful as before the surgery.

  He didn’t need to worry about being infertile. I was eager for another child, just as much as he.

  “Mum, I’m hungry,” Lucy stated. She was exactly like Chris.

  I smiled. “Good thing it’s time for dinner. Let’s get up at the table, and I’ll bring your food over.”

  Three of my children sat up and waited for dinner to be brought over. I admit, as stressful as they can be, they’re the love of my lives.

  “Hun?” Chris called out. “Can you take him while I get up?”

  I walked out and lifted up Arlo; he was wide awake, just looking around and being placid which was rare. “Come eat, handsome.” I smiled.

  “I plan to,” he said with a wink. “All night long I will eat well.”

  “Chris, god, you’re insatiable.” I sighed.

  A throaty chuckle followed me inside, his hand giving my ass a slap. “Only for you, baby. Indeed I am.”

  The kids sat at the table, all eating their chicken and chattering loudly about who was swimming in the pool first and who got to be on dad’s shoulders. I sat there quietly, watching them all until Finn began to cry and cover his face with his tiny hands.

  “Don’t worry, Finn. You’ll get to come in. Boy’s need to check the water first.” Chris reached over and rubbed his mop of black hair. All our children had Chris’s dark hair and big blue eyes. Poor me didn’t get much of a look in.

  Finn grinned and sat up straighter. Lucy laughed at him. “Baby,” she teased.

  “Am not. I am big and strong like Daddy!” he said back, looking at her and frowning.

  Billie decided to get in on the fight and giggled. “I’m stronger.”

  “No, me!” Lucy laughed.

  “I think you three need to finish eating, then its bath and bed,” Chris warned, his voice coming out sterner.

  Of course, all kids listened to their daddy and ate the rest of their dinner. When Arlo decided to cry, that was my cue to go and get him ready for his bed. Just once, I wished he would sleep more than two hours at a time before waking up for his next feed.

  I tucked him up in his cot and kissed his plump lips. Turning his monitor on, I walked out of the room and headed to the other room where Lucy, Finn, and Billie slept. All three of them seemed to sleep better in the same room here. At least we knew they wouldn’t wake up fighting like at home.

  Chris was reading them a story, one each they chose, and he would sit down every night and read to them. No matter how long the book was, he’d read the whole thing.

  “Good night,” I whispered, tucking Lucy in who had passed out with her little bunny rabbit. I then went to the next two and kissed them both.

  I felt Chris’s hand slide around my waist, and I melted into him. “I could sit and stare at them for hours. All night, if possible,” he whispered softly.

  “Me too. They’re perfect,” I said quietly.

  Chris ran his hands up and down my arms, his lips kissing the back of my head. “Would you like a bath? Since we have around an hour and forty minutes before Arlo wakes up.”

 
; I smiled and turned my head back, looking up at him and smiling. “I’d love a bath with you, baby.”

  Chris had spun me around, lifted me up, and carried me bridal style down to our bedroom and into the ensuite. Sitting me on the bench, he kissed my cheek and began to run us a bath, filling it with bubbles and bath salts.

  “How are you feeling today?” he asked, massaging my shoulders softly.

  I let out an involuntary moan and sunk further down into the water. “I’m good. Tired but happy. What about you?”

  “I’m more than happy. I have everything I ever wanted. You, healthy children, and my health.”

  I thought about him being sick and when I worried he wasn’t going to make it. I ran my fingers up to where his lay and held onto his hands. “You’re not going anywhere, Chris. No one will take you from me. You’re healthier than ever, and you’ve got four little children who adore you.”

  “No one will take me anywhere, baby. I’m here to stay with you and our children. Life’s pretty damn good at the moment. I feel happy and complete,” he said and resumed rubbing my shoulders.

  His lips slowly began to kiss back up my stomach, stopping and starting again as he teased me. A hot tongue burning its trail path as he licked each breast. Sinking deep inside me, I couldn’t stop the loud moan. I felt the hottest desire for him right now.

  Our bodies moving together, grinding into one another’s as our lips barely stopped kissing. Both moaning, grunting, and gasping as each stroke took them to new heights. My hands clawed at his back, gripping his ass hard as I reached climax, shuddering underneath his sweaty body. I let the pleasure overtake me and melted into it.

  Chris groaned and thrusted, pumping deeper and faster as he neared his own orgasm. “Char, fuck. You feel so good. I’m not going to last much longer, baby.”

  I moaned. “Get off me then. I want to ride you.”

  He pulled my body as he rolled. I cried out loudly as I began to move up and down, feeling him deeper as I rocked up and down, back and forth. Chris latched onto my breast, licking and sucking. He wasn’t worried about my breast milk. He moved his hands and gripped my ass tightly, pushing a finger into my ass, thrusting it in and out, causing me to explode again.

  This man was insane, absolutely sex-crazed and mine.

  “Oh, god. I’m cumming so good.” I could barely see straight as he rolled us again, plunging into me from behind.

  His fingers were digging in as I felt him get harder. The sex drive of this man! I couldn’t keep up. In no way did I think we’ve be having sex like this after having our fourth child. I wasn’t complaining though. I loved every second of it.

  Chris pulled out. “On your back, sweetheart. I want to finish making love to you.”

  How could I refuse that?

  I rolled over, completely naked and sweating, staring up at Chris. Smiling as he knelt in front of me and slowly lowered down. I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer.

  “Marry me?” I whispered. “Marry me again, with our children and family. I want to marry you again, Chris. You make me so happy. I want to renew our vows after all that we’ve been through. I’ve forgiven and forgotten all the bad times we had. Us—now, this is what it’s all about. Our love is stronger than ever. So Chris, will you marry me?”

  He looked at me, a smile forming further over his handsome face and saying the word that I said six years ago, “Yes.”

  The End

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  Prologue

  “I’ve got a big dick, and you know what they say about big dicks?”

  I shook my head. I really did not have a clue, nor did I even want to know. “They’re more enjoyable?”

  “They need frequent milking. Care to help a man out and milk me?”

  I pictured myself sitting on an upside down tin bucket, wearing pink rubber gloves and squeezing the udders of a milking cow. Major turn-off. “Sorry, I’m actually here with someone.”

  “Oh?” he questioned. His dark brows dipped closer together as his brown eyes stared at me in question. “I don’t see anyone.”

  Make a run for it.

  I should have done just that. Unable to find Harvey who had obviously been picked up, leaving me high and dry, I instead, without thinking, reached out and grabbed hold of the arm of the guy passing by me. Too bad if he were in his fifties or more. It was too late to overthink as my palm rubbed the front of his chest. I smiled, leaning in. “Him…He was just grabbing us a drink.” Finally, I looked up with relief to see that he was younger and extremely handsome.

  The man I was currently clinging to shot me an annoyed glare as if I had ruined his night. I could not tell if he was smiling, though, as his mouth was covered by a dark beard. “Pardon?”

  “Weren’t you, babe? You grabbed us drinks, right?” I said, pleading silently with him to just go along. I noticed his hands were empty. My plan was failing. “Where are they?”

  He was quiet for a moment, eyes directed on mine. I could tell that he was well into his thirties, possibly older. There was a hipster charm about him with that well-kept beard and pulled back hair. His blue eyes were burning holes through my head as he smiled back warmly. Thankfully, his body relaxed as his arm slid around my waist, resting his hand against the curve of my hip. “Yes. I was at the bar waiting.” His hand slid further down, taking the whole fake thing we were doing to another level as his hand cupped my ass and squeezed. “I, however, decided I’d rather go home and fuck.”

  Now it was my turn to be caught off guard. “I’m sorry? What?”

  “I said—” he made a point to speak louder over the music, as he leant in “—are you ready to go home and fuck?”

  I almost choked on my breath. He was pushing it. Managing a smile, I glared at him, forgetting all about the horny milk bottle in front of us as I turned to face him. I raised a brow as my fingertips grazed over his crisp, white shirt, fondling with the button below his open collar. “But we just got here. I want to dance.” I did a little pout for extra annoyance. “Come and dance with me.”

  He leant in, his warm breath blowing against my ear. I fought the urge to let out a throaty groan. “Dance on my cock.”

  If my panties weren’t soaking wet already, they were now. “It’s my birthday. Buy me a drink then?”

  He grinned, tilting his head towards the bar. “One drink for the birthday girl, coming right up. Was there anything else, pretty?”

  “Oh, yeah. You owe me a new pair of panties.”

  Chapter 1

  “Oh my god!” I groaned against the crook of Griffin’s neck. My lips pressed against his skin as I opened my mouth and bit down lightly—and not in a good way.

  Here I sat, straddling my man’s lap, practically grinding myself to an orgasm when his next-door neighbour walked in with the announcement that she needed more milk. His cock was rock solid, straining against my crotch. His long fingers dug against the curve of my ass, holding me in place and keeping me still, unable to move away.

  How was I supposed to ignore this? She was in our kitchen at the opposite side of the living room where we were, oblivious to our usual midday fuck while the two boys were in school. This was supposed to be our time.

  My bra was on the floor, tossed wherever the black lace material had landed, and my breasts, hidden by a thin, white tank top, was pressed against his chest. I could feel his heart beating steadily, showing me that he was not at all annoyed by our current situation. I wondered how often this had happened when we were not home, and yet he never seemed to mind.

  God forbid that she ever walks in while I am on my knees, blowing him to heaven and back. I wondered if his heart would be so steady then. Would he loo
k up, offer her a smile, and continue ramming his cock down my throat? I highly doubted it.

  Nothing ever bothered him.

  I, however, was very bothered.

  A year ago, I thought I had hit the jackpot when Griffin and I met in the club, saving me from the creep bragging about his gigantic penis. He had brought me a drink, and we walked around the city. He spoke about architecture, showing me the buildings as we walked to my mother’s café on the corner of Bathurst Street, Sydney, where I then made us breakfast.

  Breakfast led to maple syrup being licked off my stomach as the undeniable pull between us became too much to handle. The next thing we knew, we were hot and heavy, ripping each other’s clothing off.

  Fast forward to the day we moved in together, I found out that my new next-door neighbour was, in fact, his ex-fiancée and the mother of their fifteen-year-old twin sons, Toby and Mack. They were not my problem; the kids were great. It was her.

  Slamming the stainless fridge door shut, she walked back towards the door with our milk and called out, “Thanks, Griffin. I’ll replace it soon for you.” There was no anger or jealousy in her tone. It was said as if they were best friends.

  I eyed him, watching closely as he said back, “Thank you, Karen.”

  As soon as I heard the door close, I mentally screamed, Fuck off, to her. She was not going to replace it. She never did.

  “Now, where were we?” Griffin groaned, flexing upwards as his fingers dug deeper into my ass.

  With a slight twitch of my neck, I squirmed from his hold and pried his hands from my ass, moving to a standing position. This so was not going to happen. “Kind of not in the mood anymore,” I said with a dissatisfied mumble as I bent and snatched up my bra from the light grey rug.