by Kayt Miller
“She’s one of my best friends!” she shouts this time.
“That was my niece or nephew. Shit, Jen, it was your niece or nephew,” he sputters.
“Oh, um, I didn’t think of that,” she whispers. “Well, I’m not related by blood.”
We’re all silent now. The few non-family people that were hanging around the party took the argument as their cue to leave.
I look around and see Sophie, Beth, Sandy and Emily staring at Jen. Sophie is crying, and Beth is barely holding it together. They’re both mothers so it makes sense they’d take the news hard. The thing is, I believe that a woman has a right to choose. But, in this case, we were dating. We were serious. Hell, I was toying with the idea of popping the question.
We weren’t too young to have kids with her at twenty-five and me a year older. It just didn’t make sense that she didn’t clue me in on the whole thing. Maybe I would have agreed with her––that it wasn’t the right time or that we weren’t going to make it long term. What am I saying? I would have raised our baby by myself. But, she didn’t give me a chance.
“I can’t do this anymore,” says David softly. “I want you out of my house by Monday. Get your shit and get out.” He’s shouting now.
“But, but, Davey, baby,” she whines.
“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Jen. Besides, I know you’ve been fucking your personal trainer. Got the video to prove it.”
Her face turns fifty shades of green. “But… when… how?”
“Does it matter? It’s over. It’s been over for a long time. He hands her the keys to the car, “Take these and get gone. I’ll be back on Monday night, and you’d better be out of there. And don’t even think about taking any of my shit, Jen. It won’t end well for you.”
She grabs the keys and runs out the door. It slams behind her, and we all stare at one another.
“Now, what are you going to do to get your girl back?” asks Keith. He’s remained relatively quiet during this whole ordeal.
“Nothing. It’s over. I fucked everything up. I’m just gonna get drunk now. You can all let yourselves out.” I grab the bottle and head to my bedroom.
“Mick?”
It’s Emily, but I’m going to ignore her too. “Night, everyone. Thanks for coming to my last Halloween bash.” Okay, now I'm just pathetic.
I throw myself onto my bed, sloshing whiskey out of my glass. I gulp down the remains and then turn to the bottle. The glass was just the middleman. I don’t need him anymore.
I don’t need anyone.
Chapter 28: Roni
Bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, bang.
“What the hell?” I say groggily.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Who… what time is it?” I say as I look at the clock beside my bed. “Three o’clock in the freaking morning?” I stumble out of bed just as another Bang! Sounds at my apartment door.
“Just a second!” I shout out. “Jeez.” I reach the door and step on my tiptoes so I can see who the hell woke me up. “Fuck,” I whisper mutter.
“I heard that,” says none other than Mick Flynn.
Speaking through the door, I say, “Mick. It’s late. What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Can’t it wait?” Until never?
“No, it can’t wait.” He says, his voice getting softer. “Please, Roni. Let me in.”
Shit! “Yeah, okay, but just for a minute.” I take the chain off the door then flip the deadbolt and turn the knob, which makes that lock pop open. I pull the door open to see a very disheveled Braveheart. His hair is a wild mane and what’s left of his makeup is smeared down his neck onto to his chest. Hot mess comes to mind ––emphasis on “hot” mind you. It is Mick Flynn we’re talking about.
“Thanks, Roni,” he says stepping into my home.
“How did you know where I lived?”
“Um, you know Sam, the Uber driver?”
Yeah, I know Sam. He drove me home that first night at Chrome. He helped me up to my place and gave me his card. I’ve called him anytime I needed a cab. Of course, he’d know where I lived.
“He’s a buddy of mine. He remembered where you lived. He even knew which apartment was yours.”
“Uh, huh. What can I do for you, Mick?”
“I came to explain. To tell you about… some things. Explain.”
Yeah, he said that already. “Okay. Explain,” I say crossing my arms in front of my braless chest. I should probably put on a robe. I’m only wearing a tank top and my underwear. I showered when I got home for obvious reasons and put on a fresh pair of white cotton bikinis. Cotton: the fabric of my life. Hell, I must still be asleep.
“Can we sit?”
“Sure,” I point to my little love seat and chair. My place is small, so I had to go with small furniture. He takes the love seat, and his big body makes it look like children’s furniture. I sit in the chair across from him.
He leans forward with his elbows on his knees. With his head down, he runs his fingers through his long, messy hair. “I wanted to apologize. And tell you the whole story.”
“So you said.” The apology was new but yeah. He looks up at me with bloodshot eyes. “Mick? Are you drunk?”
“No. I was well on my way, but I decided to sober up so I could come see you.”
I remain silent. I want him to talk then leave.
“Lauren was my ex-girlfriend.”
“I know.”
“She wasn’t invited to the party.”
“It sure looked like she was welcome.” Okay, that was catty. I should keep my mouth shut, but it’s already out there.
“I know what it looked like and I didn’t help things by making you think it was more. It wasn’t. I cornered her to tell her to get the hell out of my house. She’s stubborn.”
I wait. If I say anything, I’ll say something I may regret.
He sighs taking in a gulp of air before he continues, “Let me start at the beginning.” He slides back onto the sofa and looks down at his lap. “Lauren and I dated for over a year. It was serious. I thought she was the one, you know?” He looks up at me sadly.
I nod.
“I was toying with the idea of proposing or at the very least, moving in together. We both felt the same about each other. Or, I thought we did. But…” he squeezes his eyes shut and leans forward again. His eyes meet mine. “She got pregnant.”
I know I must look shocked because I am.
“But she didn’t tell me. Instead, she terminated the pregnancy.”
I gasp, “No!”
“Yes. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, I guess.”
“How did you find out?”
“I… the papers from the clinic about her procedure were just sitting on her kitchen table. It was like she wanted me to see them.” He shudders.
“Oh, Mick…”
“The thing is, I believe in a woman’s choice. I do. But, like I told my family tonight, she didn’t give me a chance. I thought we were going to get married––have a family. But…”
“Wait? Your family didn’t know about this before tonight?”
“Only Emily.”
I nod. I know they’re close.
He continues, “But the thing is, I can’t get the idea out of my head that I’d have a kid by now. She would have been born in June.”
I look at him in the eyes. I know it’s a look of pity, but I can’t help it. “It makes sense.”
“What does?”
“You’re connection with Katie.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she was born in June, right? And…” I stop mid-sentence because the sound that just came out of Mick was agonizing.
“Oh, God!” he stands up abruptly. “Oh, God, I never thought of that.” He puts his hands over his face and bends at the waist. “Ah, fuck!” He’s crying. Mick Flynn is crying. It’s heart-wrenching. He’s crying so hard his entire body is shaking. He speaks in jumbled words, but I understand
him. “I never thought of that, Roni. I love that little girl so much!”
I stand up and walk to him. I run my hand down his back. I have no words for him right now. Maybe he just needs to know I’m here. He may just need to let this out. I don’t know. I use my hands to soothe the best I can.
Still bent over, he shifts is big body around and wraps his arms around me. Nuzzling my neck, he weeps. “I would have taken care of my baby, Roni. I would have loved my baby. But, she didn’t give me a chance.”
“I’m so sorry, Mick. I’m so sorry.” I move us to the love seat so we can sit down. His arms still wrapped around me tightly. The feel of his body shaking with emotion is painful, but I’m his friend. This is what friends do. They provide comfort at times like this.
I’m not sure how long we sit like that, wrapped up in his arms. My hands are touching him, soothing him. I run them up his arms, his back, through his hair. He takes deep breaths when the crying stops. He’s getting himself together.
He pulls his head back and looks at me in the eye. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen. I slide my palm across his stubbled cheek and smile at him. “It’s going to be okay, Mick.”
Mick’s hand slides up from my lower back into my hair. His eyes turn a deep blue as he looks into my eyes. I see a sparkle from his tears on his lashes as he lowers his mouth to mine. His kiss is slow and sensual.
His hand wraps around and around in the strands of my hair getting a tight enough grip. He pulls my head back causing me to open my mouth. He uses the opportunity to slide is tongue deeply into my mouth deepening the kiss and turning it from sensual to frantic.
He moves my mouth kissing my face and chin down to my throat. I feel myself getting wet, and he’s barely gotten started. He swipes his tongue across my pulse point on my neck then he bites my earlobe. A moan escapes that I tried to keep inside. His left palm slides up to cup my breast. His fingers close over my nipple with a pinch.
“Mick,” I whine.
“Shh, I need you, baby. Please?”
I need him too. I stand quickly. It startles him, but I reach my hand out for him to take. He places his hand in mine letting me lead him to my bedroom. Backing him up, I push him down onto my bed. I place my knees on the edge of my queen size bed and maneuver myself, so I’m on my knees next to him.
I slide my hands down his chest, over his amazing abdominals, to the little pouch at his waist. I untie it and pull open his kilt to reveal his big, hard dick. Wrapping my fingers around him, I slide my palm up and down. God, I’m such a slut.
“Don’t stop, Roni. That feels so good.”
He gets up onto his elbows, reaching out to cup one of my breasts. Sucking one nipple into his mouth through my shirt. It makes me delirious. Exhausted and mentally drained; I think it may actually be heightening my arousal. He takes my hand, pulling it away from his cock.
“Hands and knees, babe,” he demands.
I do as he asks and wait. His hands slide under my hips to encourage me to get up higher. He slides my panties down to my knees and then runs his fingers through my wet crease. “So wet for me, angel,” he whispers. He pulls his hand away, and I wiggle my backside to get him back.
He leans over me and kisses the back of my neck and down my spine. His hands reach around to cup my breasts. I feel his erection pressing against me. I feel him ready himself to enter me when I remember what Jennifer said on the phone at the party.
Besides, you and I both know how much he likes his women on top. She’d crush him. He’ll have to stick to doing her from behind so he doesn’t have to see her fat jiggle around.
I stiffen recalling those words, and Mick stops, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he says with sincerity.
“No. Do you, um, like to do it any other way?”
“What to you mean?”
“We did it this way in your bedroom.”
“From behind? No, I like it every way. What do you want to do?”
I don’t want to be on top, that’s for sure, but I feel like I need to test him. It’s wrong. I know it is. But, I need to know. “Can I be on top?”
“On top? You want to be on top?”
“Yeah,” I say into the pillow. I’m still face first pressed into my bed. It’s a little off-putting, to say the least.
“I guess. Let’s try it.”
Oh, my God. Why did I even ask? I can never just enjoy myself. I have to mess with everything. “Okay.”
He rolls over onto his back. He’s no longer fully erect. I think I ruined the moment. I sit up on my knees at his side again and place my hands on my thighs. I take a deep breath and slip my sleep shirt off. He smiles up at me and runs his fingers over my nipple. I arch my back a little to urge him on. He rolls toward me to take one nipple into his mouth. He uses the flat of his tongue over the top of each then flicks them fast with his finger.
It feels so good. I can tell he likes it too. He’s getting excited again. I’d like to reach out to touch him leaning forward to force him to lie on his back. I kiss his mouth and run my fingers through his hair. I look into his eyes and feel a little lost in them. They’re still red from earlier, and he looks tired.
He reaches down to grab something from the floor. It’s his little pouch thing. He pulls out a condom, tears open the wrapper and rolls it down his length. Mick places his hand on either side of my waist and helps me straddle him. He’s a big guy with broad shoulders and chest, but his hips are slim, so it makes it possible to get my much shorter legs over him.
No one ever talks about these things in my romance books. It always sounds so easy. He keeps spreading his legs apart which forces mine further outward. It hurts a little. I’m not the most limber person, but I refuse to give up just yet. I slide my palms over his chest and down over his stomach.
I’m trying to get my pelvis over him, and I need to put pressure on him to achieve that goal. He lets out a guttural sound like I’ve pressed so hard I forced the air from him. I’m too heavy to be in this position. I don’t have anything to hold onto. I can’t use him; I’ll break one of his bones or collapse a lung.
He gently rolls me over, so I’m on my back and slides his body between my legs. “Maybe we’ll try that again another time. We’re both tired.”
Tears sting the corner of my eyes. Those girls were right. I’m too fat for Mick. He runs his hand down to my core and presses a finger into me. It feels good. I need to concentrate on him, so he’ll bring me out of this funk. He runs his finger in circles around my clit. If he keeps it up, I’ll come. I wriggle and moan as he uses his fingers to bring me closer and closer to the brink. “Don’t stop Mick. I’m almost there.”
Moving his first finger over my clit, he slides his middle finger into my core in and out as he rubs around in the most wonderful circles. It only takes a few minutes before I’m coming hard at his fingertips.
Mick kisses me sweetly, “Are you ready for me, Roni?”
“Yeah.”
He moves his body between my legs and slides into me. It feels so good I forget the other stuff. It’s euphoric, this feeling of Mick and me together. “You feel so good, Roni,” he moans as he thrusts into me over and over. He’s moving slowly in and out saying dirty, dirty things.
“Fuck, Roni. You’re wrapped around me like a fist. God, I could fuck this pussy all day every day.”
I wish he would. I think he’s even more excited than me because he’s moving faster, thrusting harder. I like it. I do. I just keep going back to the humiliation of me being on top. I never should have tried it.
“Babe, are you there yet? I’m not going to make it much longer,” he groans above me. When I look up his eyes are squeezed tightly together, and he almost looks like he wincing. No matter, the man is still breathtaking.
“Yeah.” I’m not. I already came hard with his hand. Now, I just want him to get his release. It’ll make him feel better.
“You sure?”
“Yessss. Don't stop.” He feels good even if I don't feel ano
ther impending orgasm.
Before I know it, he’s moaning out as he empties into his condom. I moan like I’m coming too. Yeah, I just faked an orgasm. I’m lost in thought when Mick leans down and whispers, “That was hot, babe.” He kisses my forehead then my nose then he kisses me sweetly on the lips.
“Yeah, it was,” I whisper.
He pulls out slowly and I watch him walk to the bathroom. I quickly grab my top and panties and slip them on. A few minutes later, he slides back into bed and reaches for me. “Oh, you got dressed?” he asks surprised.
“Yeah, I feel more comfortable sleeping with something on.”
He pulls me closer to him, my back to his front. We’re spooning. He slides his hand up, so it rests beneath my breasts. He nuzzles my neck and hair and breathes in deeply. “Night, babe.”
It’s peaceful and cozy. I’m ready to go to sleep, but I need to say something else to him. “Mick?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’ll be okay. It’ll happen for you.”
His fingertips are making small circles on my belly. It’s making me drowsy.
“What’ll happen?” he asks tiredly.
“You’ll have kids someday.”
He jerks back, “No! No children.” He pulls his hands away from me, rolls over to the other side of the bed and stands up. “No kids, no relationships, no nothing!”
I roll my body over to look at him, “Mick? You can’t know…”