“Fine.” I waved him off and found a spot to lounge back on the couch to watch the football game on TV. Not normally my favorite sport, but it was something to watch. Drinking my beer, I drowned out the noise from the rest of the room.
“Here. Have a refill.” Brew appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my mostly empty beer and exchanging it for a new one. I shrugged and started drinking it without a response. When I was about halfway through my beer, Brew plopped down on the couch next to me. “You know, you’re supposed to be, like, talking and interacting with people. Not actually watching the TV. It’s the whole point of a party.”
“I’m here at least. I don’t want to talk to anyone.” I glared at him before turning back to the game. I was actually following along, hoping the team in white won.
“Hey, Wrench. Why don’t you come with me to check on the babies?” Ryan appeared next to me. I hadn’t talked to her much since the babies arrived. She was always busy doing one thing or another for them, but she was supposed to have someone helping her with them so she could have a night to relax for once.
“I thought you had the night off.” I looked up at her. She grabbed my hand and pulled on it, trying to pull me off the couch.
“Just come with me,” she insisted, yanking harder.
“Why are you being weird?” I asked. She kept looking over my shoulder. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was worried. Rising from the chair, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Sure, sis, whatever you want.”
I felt her physically relax as we started to walk towards the door. At the last minute, I turned around to get a good look around the room. Immediately, my eyes locked on the sight I knew she had been rushing me from the room hoping I’d miss. Dropping my arm from around her shoulder, I stepped forward. She latched on to my wrist with both of her hands.
“Wrench, just leave it be. Don’t do anything,” Ryan pleaded. I shook my arm, knocking her wrists off before marching across the room. I tossed my beer to Brew, who was rounding the couch. He fumbled, but caught it before setting it on the end table.
When I reached Monk, I pulled his arm from around Melia’s shoulder and wrenched it up behind his back.
“You must have a death wish,” I growled into his ear as the pressure I was putting on his arm made his knees bend.
“I see nothing has changed,” Melia said calmly before her hand met my face, leaving a burning sting in its place. She was walking away from me, her heels clicking on the ground, her tight dress emphasizing the switch of her hips and gorgeous ass. Shoving Monk to the floor, I ran after her, grabbing her elbow when I got close enough. I spun her around, both hands on her arms, holding her. I had to touch her to know she was really there, I hadn’t imagined her.
“Get out. Everyone out now!” I shouted, my eyes staying on hers. I didn’t care if I had to hold her there forever, I wasn’t letting go of her till I had some answers. Even opening a door was too much of a risk since she could run. No. It was time things got cleared up.
Standing staring into each other’s eyes, I barely noticed everyone leaving until there was no noise in the room. Even then, I still held her, still looking into her eyes. She looked better than I’d ever seen her. Like a tall glass of water after walking through the hot desert for days. I soaked her up as much as I possibly could. Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“Where have you been?” I croaked. My throat was dry from nerves. I’d never been nervous in my life around women, but I couldn’t fuck up again. It was quite possibly my last chance.
“Around.” She shrugged as the corner of her lips lifted. “Miss me?”
“Fuck yes,” I nearly moaned. I wished I had the words to say all I wanted to, but my mind went blank at her beauty. She’d colored her hair so it was a few shades lighter than before with blonde mixed in. Every single part of her had gotten better when before I didn’t think she could’ve gotten any more beautiful. I wanted to ask if she missed me, but I couldn’t force the words from my lips for fear of the answer.
“I missed you.” Melia surprised me by sliding her hands up my stomach to my chest and around my neck. “Kiss me, Wrench. Show me you missed me as much as I missed you.”
Growling, I slammed my mouth to hers. My hands ventured down her arms to her thighs, pulling up her short dress up to her hips before grabbing her ass and lifting her. Instantly, her legs wrapped around my waist bringing her hot pussy right up against my jean-covered, throbbing cock. Our tongues dueled while she dug her fingers into my scalp, pulling me closer to her. Turning, I set her on the edge of the pool table. Again, she surprised me by pushing back from me, sliding to the middle of the table.
Pushing up on her elbows, her thighs slid apart, her heels digging into the felt on the table.
“What do you want to do to me right now?” Melia purred the question, biting down on her bottom lip and sliding a hand between her legs. It was only then I noticed she had on no panties, her fingers sliding up and down her bare pussy.
“Why say it when I can do it?” I smirked at her, grabbing her calves and pulling her down to the edge of the table. Lowering my face to hers, I whispered, “I have too many things in store for you. It’d just be wasting time when I fully anticipate doing each and every one of them to you.”
She squirmed against me, making my smile broaden more. Pressing my lips to hers, I slipped two fingers into her. The moan that slipped from her lips as she arched her back was swallowed in our kiss. Her hips rotated with the slide of my fingers, trying to get me to go deeper, faster. Pulling back from our kiss, I kept my pace slow, taking my time to cherish the feel of her, letting my eyes feast on her after being starved for so long.
Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of my shirt, yanking me forward. “Make me come or I’m walking out the door,” she growled.
“I’d like to see you try to leave. It’s not happening, little one. You came back to my cave and I’m never letting you go again,” I growled back, slapping my fingers hard into her repeatedly, sliding the tips of my fingers against her g-spot. I could feel it swelling, telling me she was close. Bending, I lowered my face to her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth. My tongue flicked quickly over the tiny ball of nerves as I fingered her hard and fast, pressing against her g-spot each time.
Melia’s fingers slid into my hair, holding tight, pulling hard as a moan ripped from her throat and her release covered my fingers. Leisurely, I dragged my tongue over her again and again making sure I got every last delicious drop before standing up. I let my eyes linger over every sexy inch of her exposed skin before sliding my hands under her shoulders and pulling her off the table. Once she was on her feet, I tugged her dress down before planting a firm kiss on her lips. A disappointed look flashed over her face, but she didn’t say anything as I threaded my fingers with hers and pulled her towards the door.
Hearing her heels click on the floor made me turn and give her another appreciative glance. It was the first time I’d seen her wear heels and they looked damn good on her. Not that I wanted her to wear them all the time, but for a reunion meeting, they were perfect. Opening the door, I realized how we’d managed to not be interrupted; Monk was standing guard at the door making sure no one entered. I slapped him on the back and smiled at him. At the bottom of the stairs, I slipped an arm under Melia’s knees and one around her back so I could carry her up the stairs. I would’ve carried her from the room, but her dress was too short and too many people would’ve had to die if they got a glimpse under it.
In my room, I kicked the door shut and gently laid her down on the bed before pulling off each shoe and throwing it over my shoulder. Kicking off my own boots, I dragged my nose up her torso as I crawled on top of her, her thighs cradling my hips. A strand of her hair fell over her forehead and I pushed it back, letting my fingers caress her skin as they went.
“You are so incredibly beautiful. I don’t know why you came here tonight…” She started to interrupt me, but I put a finger over her lips. �
��Just listen, okay?” She nodded quickly. “What happened downstairs was wrong.” Instantly her eyes filled with tears and I shook my head. Sighing, I tried again. “I know I’m fucking this up. That’s not what I meant, damn it.”
Rolling off her, I paced the length of the room while she sat up on the edge of the bed watching me. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she waited. I stopped and knelt in front of her.
“I’m never going to get this right no matter how much I try. I’ve never cared so much about a woman before. I don’t know how to say how much you mean to me. The time you were gone nearly fucking killed me. I’ve missed you so much I think if I lost my leg I would miss it less. I need you with me. It’ll require a lot of patience and forgiveness on your side, but I promise to try. I’m not much of anything, but I promise to give you all that I am. Just don’t leave again. I can’t handle it again. While I wish I could say I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy, I can’t. It’s not possible. I want you too much. I can’t let you go. It’s just not possible. Your beauty, your strength, it makes me want to be better. To figure out how to make this work. I’d do anything to keep you in my arms.” I grabbed both her hands. She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t batted an eyelash, just looked into my eyes as I spoke to her. “What I meant about what happened downstairs is I shouldn’t have done that, we should’ve talked first. I just couldn’t help it. You looked so good, I was a starved man. If I never see you again, I at least have that one final memory to live with.”
I dropped my head, sitting back on my heels, waiting for her to push me away. I’d never opened myself up to someone like I had done for her, but I knew it could possibly be the last time I saw her. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to keep her more.
When her hand slid through my hair, I closed my eyes. I loved when she touched me, especially when it was such a delicate, loving caress. Her thumb brushed down my cheek and under my chin, making me lift my head until I met her eyes again.
~Melia~
I sat completely dumbfounded by the words he’d uttered. The sincere way they rolled off his tongue like they weren’t coming from his head but his heart. He didn’t have to think about them, they just were. I had gone and gotten my hair done, bought the sexiest dress and heels I could find and called Monk to see if there were any parties going on. There was always a party being planned. To my surprise there’d been one happening that night, so I’d rushed back to my hotel room and gotten ready and Monk picked me up. When we arrived, the last thing I had expected was to see Wrench charging through the room like a bull racing after a red flag.
Seeing him pull Monk’s arm back like he had, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to watch Monk get beat up because of me again. The last thing I had expected was what had happened. I had hoped, prayed, he’d missed me, thought of me as much as I had thought of him. When we’d stood there staring at each other, I saw more in his eyes than he could possibly know. It was clear to me at that moment that I loved him and he loved me. Over bearing, assholish and sexy as fuck, and he was all mine.
However, when he brought me up to his room, I had expected sweaty sex, not him on his knees pouring his heart out to me. Like I was any better at the heart to heart shit. It took me a few minutes to gather my response. Running my fingers through his silk-like hair, made me smile. I loved his hair, I loved everything about him and he had no idea. Apparently I was better at hiding my emotions than I knew.
Dragging my thumb over his scratchy day old beard, I hooked it under his chin and made him look at me. As I put more pressure under his chin he stood, I followed, looking up into his eyes. Resting both palms on his chest, I slid them under his cut, pushing it slowly off his shoulders.
“Patrick,” I sighed, still trying to put my thoughts together. “You are more than I could ever ask for. Maybe too much at times, but it will definitely keep things interesting. As much patience as I’ll need for you, you’ll need to have for me as well. I, too, am a mess and have no idea how to make this thing between us work. If you are willing to try, then so am I.” Sliding my hands under his shirt, I pulled it over his head. “One day, one fight, one sarcastic remark at a time. The only thing that matters is we both want to be together. Fuck the rest. Well, let me take that back. Fuck another woman and I’ll cut your dick off. I will not share you and I don’t want you to share me.” Grabbing his cock through his jeans, I smiled. “This? This beast is mine. All mine. Got it?”
Wrench chuckled deep in his chest, but nodded.
“I’m not fucking kidding.” I squeezed him a little harder. It was my one hard line that would not move.
“Little one, I get it. I’m not dipping my wick in any other candle. I haven’t since I was last with you. The only woman I want is you.” He kissed me softly. I released my hold on him and started unbuckling his belt.
“With everything all cleared up, are you going to fuck me? I’ve been waiting for a good, hard fuck since I first showed up here and heard about you.” Tugging apart the button on his jeans, I shoved my hand in his boxer briefs to cup his cock.
“All you have to do is ask.” Wrench shoved his pants and briefs to the floor and stepped out of them, my hand sliding up and down his shaft the whole time. “Impatient much?”
“I’m hungry.” I slowly licked my lips. Pulling me into his arms, Wrench reached behind me and in the blink of an eye, my dress was on the floor.
“Fuck,” Wrench groaned seeing me stand naked before him while I was still caressing his cock. Sliding his hands from my shoulders over my breasts to my waist and around to cup my ass, he took in my whole body in one fluid move. He stepped us backwards to the bed as he kissed the side of my neck. I tried to turn around and bend over the bed, but he stopped me. Lifting my hips, he sat me on the edge of the bed then reached between us and glided his cock through my slit. Teasing me, he slapped it against my clit a few times making my head drop back and a moan slipped out. “No. Look, Melia. Watch.”
Pushing up farther on my arms, I looked down to watch as he slowly disappeared into me. It was hard to keep my eyes open at the sweet feeling of being filled, stretched. Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I managed to keep watching until he was fully seated in me. Pulling back, I watched as his slick cock slid back out. One slow, erotic thrust in and an almost painfully slow withdrawal and I was ready to come.
Wrench groaned and leaned forward to drop a kiss on my lips. “I wanted to do it slow and show you just how good it fucking feels, but its killing me.”
Cupping both his cheeks in my palms, I grinned. “Fuck me hard, Patrick.”
Throwing caution to the wind, his hips bucked and thrust, shoving his length into me hard and deep. Over and over he sank into me, making me moan with the intensity of it. Watching the muscles in his chest and abdomen flex with each thrust only pushed me that much faster toward the edge. When he reached behind me, pulling my hair back so he could bite my neck, I fell over the cliff as waves of searing hot pleasure crashed over me. Moments later, he followed me, filling me with his release.
Falling back on the bed, I breathed hard. Wrench arms kept him from collapsing on top of me.
“Fuck, that’s what I needed.” I moaned, running a hand softly over his shoulder and down his arm.
Wrench slowly blinked open his eyes. “Yeah,” he sighed.
Something was off though. I picked up on it instantly. “What?” We hadn’t even caught out breath after sex and already we were into an issue.
“You’re not pregnant anymore.”
I nearly laughed at his response. “Really? You just noticed?” I screwed up my face knowing I was missing what he was really trying to say.
“I didn’t use a rubber.” He sighed again, pulling out of my body.
“I’m on birth control.” I shook my head. “No worries.”
“Guess I can let you in on a secret no one else knows. You don’t need to be. I had a vasectomy years ago.” Wrench lay on the bed next to me, moving me so we were both on the pillo
ws at the top.
“Why would that be a secret?” I didn’t understand why it even mattered. He rubbed a hand over his face before turning on his side.
“I don’t want to tell you. I just got you back. My dirty laundry might be the stick that breaks everything again.” Wrench frowned.
“Patrick, you can tell me. Let it out.” I caressed the side of his face, letting my hand trail down the top of his chest.
“Long, long time ago, I had a girlfriend,” he started. I already had a feeling I knew where it was headed with that one word, but I stayed quiet. “We were fairly serious. I thought I loved her, I guess you could say. Well, even though I always used a rubber, one day she turned up pregnant. Not that she told me. She never once said a word to me about it. I only found out later what had happened. She waited a few weeks while she debated on what she was going to do, then went to one of those clinics. Without ever talking to me about what I might want her to do, she had an abortion.”
“If she did it without talking to you about it, how’d you find out?” I asked when he stayed silent for a few moments.
“When she broke up with me for her new boyfriend, the bastard she’d been cheating on me with, she said, ‘Oh and by the way, you were going to be a daddy, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it so I got rid of the baby.’ Just like that. As if it was no big thing.” Wrench shook his head as he again ran his hand over his face. “I wouldn’t have. Not at that time, but it wasn’t even an option. Just because she was the one that carried the baby, she only worried about what she wanted to do. I never told anyone about it. A couple weeks later I got a vasectomy. I didn’t want any other woman having that over me again. Ryan had just moved into my house. Taking care of her and seeing everything she needed, even though she was a teenager, that turned me off from ever wanting kids anyway. I just made sure of it. Rubbers were for protection and so no broad could try to say I got her knocked up.”
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