by Tabatha Kiss
Melanie
I rush up the stairs to the fourth floor. I don’t even pause as I make my way down the hallway, easily finding my way back to his door. It’s late. 1 AM. 2 AM. I’m not sure. But I can’t make myself go home again until I do this.
I knock on the door. I make the last few knocks louder and harder by mistake, but he won’t care. I know he won’t.
Robbie opens the door an inch. He’s ditched his date outfit for the classic Cool Guy look; jeans and a white t-shirt. Butterflies ignite in my stomach, telling me once again that I’m making the right choice this time.
Robbie’s eyes grow wide and he opens the door a little further. “Melanie, what—”
I run into his arms. I cup his face, pulling him down for a soft, wild kiss. He kisses me back. His arms hook around my waist, forcing us even closer together. A quick hop and I’m a few inches off the floor, easily held up in a powerful embrace.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, our mouths forever together.
Robbie kisses me again. He turns us around and sets me down on the kitchen counter, prompting my legs to wrap around his waist.
A throat clears across the room. Roger sits on the couch alone, our tryst on full display in front of him.
My cheeks burn.
He smirks. “So, can I tag in on this?” he asks. “If not, I’ll just watch. I’m cool with that, too.”
Robbie’s eyes never leave mine. “Go home, Rog,” he says.
Roger stands up. “Had to try!” he says as reaches the door. “Goodnight, Ms. Rose.”
“G-g-goodnight, Roger…” I say, completely breathless.
He gives me a wink and leaves, closing the door behind him.
I cringe. “I did not know he was here…”
Robbie smiles as he targets my lips again. “Don’t worry about it.”
His hands glide up my back, sending a wave of goosebumps through the ends of my fingertips as he crushes his lips on mine. I reach for his belt, pulling it free so I can get to his zipper.
“Wait, wait…” Robbie breaks our kiss, his firm hands still clinging to me. “My dick will hate me for this, but what do you mean you’re sorry?” he asks.
I touch his face with one hand. That gorgeous, perfect face with perfect eyes and a perfect jawline. “I’m sorry,” I say again, catching my breath. “For leaving, for wanting to leave. I…” I run my thumb along his bottom lip. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want us.”
“What made you change your mind?” he asks.
I tremble, our bodies still so close. “You did,” I say, tears springing to my eyes. “Robbie, I’m so sorry…”
“Shh,” he whispers.
He cups my face and pulls me in for an even deeper kiss.
Thirty-Two
Robbie
Does it even qualify as morning sex if you’ve been at it all night already?
Don’t know. Don’t care.
I thrust forward, plunging deep inside of her again. Melanie opens her mouth, releasing an adorable gasp, and I can’t help but grind into her just to hear it again. This time, I stay inside so I can feel her pussy throbbing. She squeezes me, massaging my cock from the inside and I groan against her lips as another bolt of pleasure fires through us both.
I kiss her slowly, our bodies locked in missionary, but I always thought missionary never gets the credit it deserves. It’s the perfect combination of touching and moaning and other pleasing things, like looking into each other’s eyes and laughing mid-kiss. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Better than this.
“I’m so close,” Melanie says. Her body tightens beneath me. Her nails dig into my sides. I kiss her, tasting the sweet moans on her tongue as I feel the orgasm taking over her. “Come with me,” she says.
Yes, ma’am.
I hold her down. I fuck her harder and faster and right where she likes it.
“Fuck,” she mutters, our lips pressed together.
She falls back onto the pillow, exposing her throat for a few kisses as she moans my name. I lick her salty skin. I watch the pleasure dance on her beautiful face, enjoying it as much as she is. A few of those filthy sounds and my balls tighten for the last time. I release inside of her, filling it with a few quick pumps before pulling out and spilling the rest on bellybutton.
My Melanie.
All mine again.
I stick my cock back inside, still as hard as it was before.
“I love you,” Melanie says.
I stop. I look at her, drawn to her blissfully exhausted eyes. Her words fill me with warmth. It’s been so long since she’s said that to me. I wondered if she ever would again.
“I love you,” I say back. “I always will.”
My lips graze her chin. I leave the softest kiss before finding her lips. We kiss until we can’t breathe anymore. I shift onto my side and wrap my arms around her. My heart skips and my senses sing. I love her so much, more than I can ever express. I don’t want to let her go again.
She holds me back, her little eyes finding mine in the warm morning sunlight. “I’m going to stay,” she whispers.
“Stay?” I ask.
She shifts closer. “In Chicago,” she says.
I pause. I don’t react at first, just in case I somehow heard it wrong. “Really?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
She reaches for my hand and our fingers entwine.
“Really?” I ask again, excitement building in me.
Melanie chuckles. “Yeah.”
I drop my head, resting it on her warm shoulder as I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank god,” I say. “Because the next idea I had involved tying you up.”
She laughs harder. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say. “Just say it again.”
Her smile brightens the room. “I want to stay in Chicago,” she says. “With you.”
I kiss her again. And again. And again.
“No objections?” she asks, amused.
“Hell no.”
She cups my face, forcefully holding my lips at bay. “I want us to try to start over. I mean really try,” she says. “I don’t want to look back anymore.”
I nod. “I want that, too.”
“I want to forgive you, Robbie.” Her thumb caresses my cheek. “I don’t want to be angry anymore.”
I turn my head to kiss her palm. I hold it, looking into her eyes as I make my promise. “I won’t mess this up,” I say. “The worst is behind us, I swear.”
Melanie smiles. I kiss the edge of her mouth and her cheek and her forehead until she laughs and turns away. I kiss her neck. Her shoulder. Her collarbone. Every little piece of her I can reach.
I love her.
I love her so much.
I finally lean back and balance on my elbow, out of breath all over again. “You want to stay for breakfast?” I ask her.
“Yes, please,” she says. “I’m starving, actually.”
“Any requests?”
Melanie licks her lips. “French toast?”
“I can do French toast.”
“Yum.”
One more sweet kiss on the lips and I push off the bed to find my slacks. “I’ll get it started,” I say.
“And bacon!” she shouts after me.
I laugh as I enter the living room. “All right, all right,” I say as I pause, spotting my phone on the couch. I haven’t checked it since last night, so I grab it on my way to the kitchen.
One new message. It’s from Trix.
Roger’s the secret admirer? Really? REALLY?
I glance over my shoulder for Melanie. “Shit,” I murmur before sending a reply.
It’s a long story.
Immediately, she sends one back.
It’s a BULLSHIT story.
Just let me handle it, I reply.
Coward, she says.
Harpy, I send right back.
“Who are you texting?”
I spin around. Melanie lingers in the doorway wearing nothing b
ut one of my white t-shirts with her panties peeking out the bottom.
My cock twitches. “Oh, just… Roger,” I lie.
She straightens up. “Roger?”
“He’s just… checking in. Making sure last night went well.”
“Such a good sponsor,” she says.
“He’s the best.”
She nods before skipping toward the bathroom down the hall.
I wait until she’s out of sight before shutting down the phone completely.
Thirty-Three
Melanie
I adjust my shirt, twisting around to check myself in the bathroom mirror. Clothes on. Clothes on for the first time in two days, but clothes on. Hair combed. Make-up… could be better, but I’ll live. Shoes? Shoes.
I head back into the bedroom to look.
“Are you going to tell them?” Robbie asks from the bed. He lies on his back, his arms gently cradling his head, with a bed sheet just barely obscuring the thick outline of his penis.
“Tell them?” I ask.
“About us.”
I spot my shoes on the floor, one near the dresser and the other by the window. I gather them and sit down on the edge of the bed beside him. It’s not the first time I’ve considered this over the past few nights. Robbie and I are, officially, back together again. Some would consider that to be worth celebrating, and I’d include Nora and Trix in that group.
However.
“No,” I answer. “Not yet.”
Robbie smiles. “Why not?”
I slip on my shoes. “I’m not sure it’s the right time yet,” I say.
“You’re worried about what they’ll say,” he says, not a question.
“Kind of,” I say, considering it. “I told them to not let me do… pretty much exactly what we’ve been doing for weeks.”
He chuckles. “You did.”
“And I want to enjoy this. I am enjoying this. The last thing I want right now is something jinxing us until we figure everything out ourselves first.”
“I agree.”
“You do?”
“Hell yeah,” he says, biting his lip. “I enjoy being your dirty little secret.”
I twist in his direction and he sits forward to meet me halfway. “Is that right?” I tease.
We kiss, his hand gently curling behind my head to bring me closer.
“We’ll keep it quiet for as long as you want to,” he says.
“Thanks.”
I take my phone from my back pocket to check the time. Eleven-thirty. I should get going if I want to make it to brunch on time.
I move to slide off the bed, but Robbie’s arm curls around my waist.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
“It’s passed eleven,” I say, chuckling. “I need to go to brunch.”
He pulls me back in. “Be late.”
I resist, swiping open my messages as his warm touch crawls beneath my shirt. “Well, I should at least let them know—”
“Or...” He pinches my chin, forcing my lips to blend with his. “You can arrive fashionably late and they won’t care.”
The phone slips from my hand, getting lost somewhere in the sheets as I let myself fall deeper into his embrace. Robbie twists us around, turning me onto my back as he yanks my jeans down to my ankles. I open my legs, welcoming his naked body on top of mine.
He kisses me softly on the corner of my mouth. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
I smile as my heart quivers in my chest.
“I love you, too,” I say, meaning it.
Really meaning it.
I am, officially, in love with Robbie Wheeler all over again.
I stroll into Moira’s around half-past twelve. The girls are already there, sans Haley this time.
As I approach, Trix throws up her hands and sighs with judgment. “Well, look who decided to show!” she teases.
“Sorry,” I say, playfully cringing as I take the empty chair. “I overslept.”
“Long night of word-smithing?” Nora asks.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Are you almost finished with the book?”
I nod. “Yeah, just about. I’m feeling really good about this one.”
“Oh, good!” She grins. “I can’t wait to read it.”
I glance across the table into Trix’s dark and sinister eyes. She flashes a devious smile with her hand gently resting beneath her chin waiting for me to notice her.
I grow nervous. “What?” I ask her.
“You had sex,” she says.
Nora gasps.
“What?” I ask, playing dumb. “No, I didn’t.”
“Oh, yes. You did,” Trix says, her painted lips curling even more.
“Uh, no. I didn’t.”
She leans closer to me and sniffs. “This morning,” she says. She grabs my hand and brings it to her nose. “With Robbie!”
Nora gasps again.
My jaw drops. “What?”
Trix rolls her shoulders back, victorious. “At eleven thirty-two this morning, to be more exact,” she says.
I deflate. “Okay. How do you know that?”
“Wait, it’s true?!” Nora asks.
“Yes, it’s true,” Trix says as she lays her phone down on the table. “You butt-dialed me and left a very interesting message...”
She taps play and our quiet corner erupts with sounds of...
Oh, god. No.
It’s me and Robbie from this morning, moaning and groaning as the sheets swish beneath us. They rub against the microphone, but not nearly enough to drown out the sounds of pleasure falling out of the two of us.
“Oh, my god,” I say.
Nora’s mouth hasn’t closed yet. “That’s you and Robbie?!” she asks.
“Oh, no, no, no. This is not good.”
Trix raises a brow. “Sounds pretty good to me.”
Dammit.
So much for not talking to the girls about this yet.
“How did this happen?” Nora asks, her eyes burning for gossip. “Did you invite him over? Did he invite you? Are you moving in together? Wait, aren’t you leaving town? Are you still going to New York?”
Trix points at her. “All very valid questions.”
I blink, their voices completely faded beneath the sounds of me having sex echoing through the entire cafe.
“I... don’t know,” is all I can say.
“You don’t know?” Nora repeats.
“We weren’t going to tell you guys about it yet!” I say, panicking. “It’s all very new.”
“You said no more new,” Trix teases.
“Well, I lied. There’s been a lot of new.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” She looks at the phone as Robbie and I louder groan simultaneously. “Okay. So, what exactly is he doing to you here?”
“He’s, uh...” I pause, clearing my throat. “Well, I’m on top.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And he’s...” My cheeks burn. “He’s reaching around me and massaging my asshole with his finger.”
Trix smirks. “Nice.”
I let out a wild grunt on the recording. “And in he goes,” I say. “Can we maybe lower the volume? Please?”
“Wow, Melanie,” Trix says as she obliges. “You’re straight-up blushing right now.”
“Yeah, that happens when your friend broadcasts you having sex within earshot of twenty other people.”
“Since when are you so ashamed of sex?”
“I’m not ashamed, I’m just...”
“Happy?”
“Confused.” I sigh. “Yes, Rob and I are... back together.”
Nora squeals loudly.
“It’s been happening for a while now, actually.”
“How long?” she asks.
“Since, I don’t know...” I think through the timeline for a moment, blissfully reliving the last few weeks. “Since the snowstorm.”
Trix’s jaw falls this time. “What? Really?”
I nod. “We reconnected after I found out he was sober and…” I glare at the phone as we keep going at it. “How much longer is this message?”
“About another twenty seconds,” Trix answers.
“Wow.” I tilt my head, blinking twice. “We do sound good.”
They both nod.
Finally, it stops and I heave a sigh of relief.
“Anyway,” I say. “The night of the snowstorm, I remembered something from the night I got wasted at the bar.”
“When Robbie took you home?” Nora asks.
“Yeah. I, uh...” I swallow hard. “I came onto him and he stopped me. He said he wasn’t that guy anymore.”
“What guy?”
“The kind of guy who would take advantage of me just because he could,” I explain. “Something about that just... shook me, you know?”
She nods, her eyes bleeding sympathy.
“That, along with the snow falling down, reminded me of betters times. I remembered how truly great Robbie could be when he wasn’t blasted out of his mind.” I lick my dry lips once, pressing them together. “Long story short, I went to his place, and we spent three days... well, reconnecting again. In more ways than one.”
“That’s so romantic.”
I chuckle. “I guess.”
Trix pauses. “So, when we staged that intervention, you and Robbie were already back together?” she asks.
“Yeah. Well, no. Not exactly. We were fucking, sure, but at that point we were keeping feelings out of it and just...”
“Reconnecting your parts?”
“Yeah. It was fun and exciting. Work on the book, have sex, work on the book, have sex. It was easy to lose myself in him again, especially since I knew he wouldn’t go through my purse for beer money while I was sleeping. Then, he found out I was planning on leaving Chicago and things got heated and we broke up.”
Nora deflates. “Already?”
“But we worked that out,” I say quickly. “I realized after what happened with Haley the other night that you can’t always trust a man when he says who he is, but you can always trust him to show you. And Robbie...” I sigh. “He’s shown me he’s really changed. He’s willing to keep changing and I really want to see who he’ll be a month from now. A year from now. Five years from now. I’m just so tired of being angry and I want to move forward. If the worst parts of him really are behind us, then I want to do that together.”