by Tory Baker
I fist his cock with one hand, stroking him from tip to base, my tongue coming out to lick up the pre-cum that’s gathered at the head. I moan, savoring his flavor, my eyes never leaving his face, wanting to see what I do to him.
“Mel,” he moans, his head tipping forward, watching as I take him in my mouth as much as I can while twisting my hand, giving him that added sensation, and I know from the soft mewling noises he’s making, it won’t be long until I can make him feel just as great as he made me.
My goal is in sight with the way he’s rocking his hips every time I take his length to the back of my throat. Fox’s legs are shaking slightly, his hand tightening in mine, as his body takes over. So, I up my game, hollowing my cheeks, tightening the palm of my hand, and moaning around Fox’s cock.
“I’m gonna come. You going to swallow it for me, Mel?” he questions, as if I’m not trying to do that right now. I nod my head, letting him see my answer. That’s when he doubles his effort, and I relax my throat, letting Fox go deeper than he was before. When his body freezes and I feel that first spurt of cum, I suck it down, not allowing any to escape.
“Fuck, Mel. You’re God damn perfect for me.” I pull back, allowing his length to leave my mouth. Fox has me up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He shuts the water off, and then he’s marching us to the bedroom, already hardening again as my pussy slides along the underside of his cock.
“It’s a good thing I think you’re perfect for me too.” My lips suck on the side of his neck, causing him to stutter in his movements.
“We’re perfect for each other, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, more excited than ever to see what he has in store for us, my face lifting to look into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He kisses my lips, fast and hard. I never had a doubt in my mind that once we worked through some things, he’d be the perfect man for me, and he’s proving it with every single thing he does.
17
Fox
I gave zero fucks that we were both dripping wet, probably leaving more of a mess than necessary, but damn, this woman, she sucked me dry. Or so I thought, until I came to my senses. Melanie on her knees, body bare to me, slick from the water, and looking pleased at herself because I lost control and came down her throat.
The way she clung to me when I carried her to the bedroom, how I could feel her hips slowly move, trying to find the friction she needed. That’s all it took. Her back meets the mattress, and I’m between her spread thighs. Melanie’s face is flushed, the redness reaching her chest.
“You okay with this?” I ask her, wanting to make sure she’s still okay with us going forward.
“Yes, if you don’t get inside me soon, I’ll leave or do something like this.” She brings her hands to her tits, cupping them before pinching her cherry-colored nipples.
“The fuck you will. Birth control?” I ask, knowing damn well I do not want any fucking barrier between us.
“It’s covered. I’m on the shot, every three months like clockwork.” One of her hands glides down to her stomach.
“Fuck yes. Spread the lips of your pussy for me. Let me see how wet you are for my cock.” My eyes watch the entire time while I stroke my cock. When her fingers do what I demanded, I lie flat on my belly.
“Keep them open. I want to have a taste, then I’m going to claim you, Melanie.”
“Fox, please,” she purrs. I watch her head tip back as my tongue tastes her for the first time, and I know it won’t be the last time either. This woman, she’s mine, and I’m not letting her go, ever. I give Mel what she needs, my mouth on her pussy, rapturing in the taste of her, sucking on her clit, my fingers filling her cunt. When her body starts to quiver, letting me know she’s on the edge, I pull away. There’s no way she’ll have another orgasm without me inside her.
“You’re not coming on my fingers again. This time, it’s going to be on my cock.” She lets out a moan, letting me know how much she hates my mouth and fingers leaving her.
“Ugh,” she groans, but I’m already hovering above her body, my hips wedged between her spread legs. Melanie’s legs are hiked around my waist, my hands cupping her breasts when I thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck, Mel.” This time, it’s me who has to stop, feeling her tightening around my length, being on edge as it is just from tasting her. It’s enough to make me come way before I’m ready.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close, Fox.” Her plea tumbling off her lips spurs me into action, our bodies working together, my hips pistoning, hers thrusting up to meet me. It all adds up. I pinch her nipples, already feeling my own body ready to fuck my cum into her.
“Shit, the way you’re gripping me, I’m about to come inside you. You want that, Mel? Want to feel me leave a piece of my body, a piece of my heart, a piece of my fucking soul?” My words push us both over the edge. It’s our first time together, and we come like our bodies have been synchronized for years.
We’re both breathing heavily, both sated, but I need my lips on hers, telling her without words just how much she means to me. Her lips meet mine, and instead of it being soft, slow, and sweet, she initiates what she wants, and I give her exactly what she needs. It’s searing hot, a tangle of tongues, sucking at lips when we take a breath.
“You’re amazing, Fox. I mean, even though I’m unsure if that’s your real name or not,” she jokes.
“That’s all you, sunshine. You want to know my real name? I’ll tell you, but if you ever use it, I’ll smack your ass red and withhold something you love that I give you.” I move my hips, letting her know just what I’ll take away.
“You wouldn’t.” She grinds herself against me.
“I would. Now, for the name, swear you won’t ever use it.” I bring my pinky out, a joke of sorts because even though I hate my name, hearing it from her lips would probably make me rock hard again.
“I promise I won’t. Now tell me.” Our pinkies are entwined between our bodies while her other hand is holding my neck, her thumb sliding along my jaw.
“Benedict Fox Adams, that’s my full name.”
“I can see why you go by Fox.” A small smile is playing on her lips, but she’s not saying anything, not like other people do. It’s why as soon as I was allowed to in school, I went by Fox, and it stuck, so I don’t ever go by my given name.
“Yeah, it wasn’t always fun, that’s for sure.”
“I bet not, but Benedict doesn’t suit you. How did Chance luck out with a normal name?” she asks, which causes me to laugh. I roll to my side, bringing Melanie with me, even though it means my cock slips out of her warm heat.
“Oh, he got the middle name of all middle names though. Apparently, my mom thought it was funny to give us some crazy kind of name, but my dad put his foot down after she came up with Benedict. Chance’s middle name is Bartholomew. Could you imagine having that as a first name. God bless Dad.” At this she laughs.
“Could you imagine? That’s a long name, and they’d more than likely call him Bart.”
“Sunshine, you are not wrong. Though, having dick in my name sure gave everyone a good laugh too. Come on, lazy bones, let’s get cleaned up and fill our bellies.” I kiss her forehead. She sighs in contentment, but I’m rolling out of bed before she lures me back inside her again.
“If we must.” She follows my lead, and now it’s me who has to hold back from going after her again.
“I know. There’s always later on though.” I wink, grab her hand, and take her back to the shower. This time, maybe I’ll actually get to wash her body and have her coming on my tongue.
18
Melanie
It’s been a week, full of as much fun that Fox and I can have. Don’t get me wrong, I still have those crying jags. Sometimes I hide them from him, sometimes he holds me while I cry and listens to me mourn the loss of my dad. If it weren’t for Fox, I wouldn’t be doing as well as I am. Though, part of that is because he urged me to
see a grief counselor. I didn’t want to at first. Nothing about sitting in a stuffy office sounded like something I wanted to do. Fox has a solution to every problem and said if that was the issue, there’d be no reason not to do it as a teleconference instead. That’s what I did. It’s for thirty minutes every other day, and even my therapist said this will take time, and she’s not wrong.
That’s why I’m sitting on Fox’s back deck, my body holding dad’s guitar that just arrived from Gene. My guitar would have sufficed, but now that I’m staying here longer and the house is being boxed up, I knew I needed it here with me. I jot down a few notes here and there, making adjustments. Somehow, I managed to get a whole lot of my father in me when it comes to singing and songwriting. We even co-wrote a song together. It was never sold though. Dad was firm on it being just for the two of us, something we can jam out to together. Now that he’s gone though, I’m thinking about getting the lyrics written and framed. The only problem is, now I don’t really have a place for them.
A thought comes to mind, and I run into the house, guitar in my hand to put it back in the case and exchange it for my laptop. Fox and I haven’t talked about what happens when my rental is up at the end of next month. One thing is for sure though, I’m not going back to California, and I’m so in love with Kelson Beach, I think I’ll find a more permanent place here, if I can afford it at least.
I get comfortable in my chair, pull up the website to see what would be best, a long-term rental or a house to invest in. I’m busy searching when I hear footsteps. Fox must have gotten off work early again. If he doesn’t stop getting home early to me, Sloane will be doing all the work herself. She can do it. Believe me, that girl has more grit than Jax gives her credit for. I got to see that firsthand over the weekend at the guys’ tournament. Fox’s team ended up losing, but he wasn’t the loser in the end, and neither was I.
“Well, what do we have here.” Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I look up and see the proverbial womb donor. She’s standing on the back deck to my rental, but she’s looking right at me. Of course, I would forget my phone that’s sitting on the kitchen counter next to my abandoned glass of ice water.
“Hello, Aggie.” I have never called her Mom or Mother. That’s not who she is to me. This woman standing before me is a money-hungry leech. I shoot a text to Fox, thankful we both have an app that allows us to call, text, or FaceTime from my computer to his phone. I have no idea what she’s going to do next, and that’s the biggest issue.
“Is that anyway to talk to your only living relative, especially your mother?” She arches her eyebrow. This woman might be a relative, but she’s not family and I tell her that. “You’re not my mother. You never have been and never will be. Why are you here?”
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.” She saunters in her stiletto heels, somehow managing not to trip in the sand between our decks while inviting herself over. That’s another reason I could never be anything like her. Who comes to the beach dressed in a black skirt suit, stilettos, and a face full of makeup? It’s a no for me. I’m in one of Fox’s shirts, which is hanging down to my knees, and I even stole a pair of his boxers, my hair is in a bun, and there’s nothing on my face. The best part about looking at Agatha is that it brings home the punch that my dad was the best parent I could ever have, and I’m more thankful than ever he was my foundation, even if it guts me daily that he isn’t here.
“That’s the only thing you have to say? If so, it’s time for you to leave.” I get up, my laptop secured to my chest, and walk inside Fox’s house.
“Not so fast.” She must have walked double time to get closer to me because by the time I make it to the sliding glass doors, Aggie is gripping my upper arm so bad, it’s painful.
I stand my ground, not wanting her to follow me into the house. Who knows what she’s capable of?
“What do you want?” I grind out, shrugging her off my arm. She moves but is way too close and in my personal space.
“Why do you think I’m here? After Gene got the judge to throw out my contesting of the will? Still not too sure how he went about that. I thought I had an in with Judge Smith. Shows just how much reach your father and Gene have in California. Too bad the same can’t be said for South Carolina.” I see my chance while she’s searching for something in her purse. I’m already crossing my fingers it’s cigarettes, but after her grabbing my arm and the way she’s talking, I can’t be sure, and I don’t know if Fox got my 9-1-1 text alert yet. So, I take matters into my own hands, watching her every move. When she pulls her hand out of her purse, I know it’s time for me to do what needs to be done.
She has a gun in her right hand. While she lights her cigarette with her other, that gun is going willy nilly. Christ, this is a mess. I really hope my plan works or that Fox gets here, and fast. That’s my last thought as I use my laptop as a weapon, using all my might, hitting her hands and her head all at the same time. My last thought when her gun explodes and before I lose consciousness is how I barely got any time with Fox, then I’m falling backwards.
19
Fox
I’m slamming my door shut to my truck when I hear a gun explode. I run around the house, phone in my hand, calling the cops when I round the corner.
“Christ.” I drop the phone. Mel is on the ground, no blood in sight, but she’s out cold. Her limbs lying haphazardly as I rush to her.
“Sunshine, baby, wake up.” I feel her pulse. It’s strong and steady, and she’s breathing. Those are all good signs, but why the fuck isn’t she waking up?
“I killed her, oh my God, I killed her!” That’s when I look around. I already know without even asking that she’s Melanie’s mother. If I weren’t worried about Mel, I’d probably grab the gun that’s close to me on the ground and kill her myself, but it won’t do Mel any good if I’m in prison, and Mel is my first priority. Instead, I block Aggie out and cradle the woman who has my hearts head in my lap until the ambulance arrives. I think about all the memories we’ve made in the short amount of time, the way she laughs, her smile that’s my ray of light on the rare occurrence I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. It’s Mel who helps me find comfort in her arms and body. When she’s having a rough day, she’ll come lay her head on my chest, and I’ll run my fingers through her hair until her breath evens out and she’s either asleep or all is right in her world again.
“You gotta wake up, baby. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on,” I tell her, whispering it lowly so only she and I can hear my words.
“Alright, what do we have here?” a police officer asks.
“Not sure. I got a 9-1-1 text from my girlfriend, heard a gun discharge, then found her on the ground. No blood or anything that I can see. My guess is the woman over there, which Melanie has a restraining order against, is the reason,” I state.
“Ambulance just pulled up. I’ll go deal with the lady.” I hear him murmur a few words then hear a wailing. “That dumb bitch! She’s the reason everything happened. I lost my body, then the man who was my meal ticket. That whore over there got it all.” Agatha is blabbering as the female Police Officer places her silver bracelets around her wrists.
“I’d love to hear all about that, but let’s go out front.” She escorts Agatha, then the paramedics are making their way over to Melanie, fucking finally.
“Who do we have here? Any information you can give me? Next of kin, date of birth, drug allergies?” he asks. I rattle off what I can and let him know I’m her fiancé. This way, I have some way of obtaining information until I can grab her phone and call Gene.
I watch as they take her blood pressure, take her pulse, and then finally my Melanie wakes up.
“What the hell? Don’t poke me.” She wakes up fighting mad.
“Sunshine, calm down, let them work on you,” I tell her, reaching to hold her hand.
“Tell him to quit poking around my head. It fucking hurts,” she complains.
“She�
�s showing signs of a concussion, probably nothing major. Just the same, we’d like to take her to the hospital.” I nod my head in agreement even if the blue-eyed beauty is glaring at me.
“Can I ride with? I just need to grab her cell phone and lock the place up.” My mind is already on autopilot thinking about the shit we’re about to endure at the hospital.
“Yeah, but be quick. The sooner we get there, the better.” I nod my head, then tell the woman who is mine from infinity and fucking beyond what I’m about to do.
“I’m going to go inside, grab your phone, call Gene, put your laptop away. Great thinking, by the way. Couldn’t be prouder of you than I already am, protecting yourself.” I kiss her forehead even though she’s in a neck brace.
“Don’t be gone too long, please.” Her fingertips brush my hand.
“Not a fucking chance.” I leave her but definitely not for long. I look around, seeing her laptop is trash. I grab it, put the dented thing on the counter, grab her phone and keys just in case, then I’m locking the house up. My only goal is to get back to Melanie, and fast.
20
Melanie
“Absolutely not. You’re not cancelling. It’s not even a concussion, just a headache, and by tomorrow, I’ll be good as new. You heard the doctor.” I harrumph, crossing my arms over my now braless state. Stupid hospital gowns.
“It’s tomorrow. No one is going to be home with you. Hell, by the time you get discharged from this place, more than likely when the skies are pitch black and we get back to our place, it’ll be close to freaking midnight. Please, let me be there for you, sunshine. Seeing you like I did, thinking you were lifeless, I’m gonna need at least twenty-four hours around you to settle down.” Fox is practically begging me, and I hate it, so freaking much. I hate that he doesn’t want to be at the second beach volleyball tournament of the season. Apparently, Cruz said he’ll drive or fly up to take his spot. Of course, that was part of Fox’s plea too. I still hate it.