Saving Mel

by Rye Hart

  This time, it was wanted.

  His hands steadied my hips as my entire body shook above him. I could see him biting down on his lip, trying to keep his carnal urges at bay. I smiled down at him before I leaned in and gave him another kiss, planting a small one on the tip of his nose before I rolled my hips.

  It didn’t take long for us to pick up the pace.

  We rolled and we bucked. I was grinding down into his lap as he met me, thrust for thrust. His hands gripped my waist as my hands came up to my tits, massaging their throbbing ache as his cock filled me to the brim. I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead as a sheen covered Evan’s body, and soon I lost myself in the feel of him as I slammed my hands back down onto his chest.

  “That’s it. Ride my cock. Take what you want from me.”

  His words swirled around in my head as whimpers began to pour from my throat.

  “You feel—so good—” I said breathlessly.

  I slammed down onto his lap while Evan pounded into my hips. My tits bounced with every movement he made and I could see the smile gracing his cheeks at the view. His legs were strong and his muscles were throbbing—contracting underneath his taut skin.

  “Shit. Oh. Evan. Just—so close.”

  “I’ve got you. I’ve got it. Just sit there,” he said.

  My body went limp against his chest as he pounded up into my body. My clit was rubbing against his prickly skin as his beard tickled my neck. His hands grabbed onto my ass and pulled me closer to him, giving him leverage to sink even deeper into me just before my body burst.

  I dug my teeth into the meat of his broad chest just as my pussy flooded his skin with its juices.

  “Fuck, Melanie, you feel so good. That’s it, just like that, baby.”

  I loved his sounds. I loved the way my name fell from his lips. I loved the dirty talk he used, encouraging me while still making me feel as if I was in control. His hands dug into my ass until I could feel my skin throbbing, then he thrust into me one last time as I finally collapsed from the force of my orgasm. His dick was buried within me as his body pumped me full of his arousal. Throb after throb pulsed against my walls, sending shivers down my spine as my toes unfurled from my orgasm. My legs were shaking and my skin was drenched with sweat. I could feel our intermingled juices running from between my legs and trickling down Evan’s thighs.

  But I didn’t care, and I got the distinct feeling he didn’t either.

  We lay there for a long time. His broad arms were wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest as I pressed kisses into his skin. His warmth was comforting and his strength seemed to blanket me with a weight that was safe. His fingers traveled softly up and down my spine as my body draped on top of his.

  I could’ve fallen asleep just like this, but I knew we had to move.

  He pulled his cock from between my legs and let the rest of the evidence of our lust spill out onto the bed. He slowly rolled me off to the side and cupped my cheek, then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked into the eyes of a man that had become a comfort to me. A small grin played on his cheeks as I pressed my body back into his, my face dipping into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms back around me.

  And without another word, the two of us fell asleep.

  CHAPTER 15

  EVAN

  I woke up to the sound of Hadley crying in her crib. Fuck. I’d forgotten the baby monitor in my room last night. I slid my arm from around Melanie’s soft, warm body and groaned. I wanted to stay cuddled up to her all morning.

  I slipped out of bed and quickly padded to my room. I threw on some clothes before I headed to Hadley and I found her red-faced and angry. I scooped her out of bed and began changing her for the day, hoping she hadn’t yet woken Melanie from her slumber.

  Last night had been incredible. Melanie’s desire to take control had twisted my insides in ways I craved. No woman I had ever been with had been so intent on being on top. And she felt marvelous. Her body was just as perfect as I had imagined it was underneath all those clothes. Part of me was wishing Hadley had slept longer.

  Melanie may have woken up with my tongue between her folds.

  I got Hadley into a new diaper and some warm, dry clothes before I heard Liam stumbling from his room. He peeked into Hadley’s room and smiled, then he came over and hugged my leg. I scooped the little boy up into my arms and walked them into the kitchen, feeling rejuvenated. I sat them down at the table and began making breakfast, hoping to give Melanie a bit of a break before she got up.

  “Where’s Mew?” Liam asked.

  “Mel’s sleeping,” I said quietly. “Let’s let her get some rest this morning. What would you like for breakfast?”

  “Cheesy eggs?”

  “What about you, stinker? What would you like for breakfast?” I asked as I turned to Hadley.

  I saw her finger point to a banana from her high chair as a smile crossed her cheeks.

  “Banana it is,” I said.

  I set to peeling the banana before I brought out everything for breakfast. Liam could easily devour two eggs with cheese as well as some toast, so I made a big batch for everyone. Hadley was enjoying smearing her banana all over the place while I scrambled the eggs in a pan, but then I heard a giggle fall from Liam’s lips.

  “Morning, Mew!” he said excitedly.

  “Morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?”

  Melanie’s voice was still heavy with sleep. I turned around and took stock of her and how quickly she’d put herself together. Her hair was thrown up into a haphazard bun and she was back in that sexy little number she’d had on yesterday. I watched her press a kiss onto Liam and Hadley’s heads before she headed toward the coffee pot, her eyes darting over to me before she smiled.

  “Morning, Evan,” she said, lightly.

  “Good morning, Melanie. I take it you slept well?” I asked.

  Her grin was suppressed and her eyes were playful, tugging at a side of me I hadn’t allowed out into the open in years.

  “Like a rock. Yourself?” she asked.

  “Better than I have in a long time.”

  Her eyes lingered on me before she started brewing a pot of coffee. I plated up Liam some eggs before I started making toast, and soon we were all sitting at the table and partaking in breakfast. Hadley was covered in banana mush, Liam had eggs all over his face, and, the entire time, they were focused on Melanie. Liam was asking her questions and Hadley kept trying to get her attention, and the budding look of happiness on her face was mesmerizing.

  She really looked like she enjoyed spending time like this with the kids.

  “Uh oh,” Melanie said. “I smell something in the air.”

  “Not me,” Liam said, pouting.

  “Hadley?” Melanie asked.

  The little girl had this crazy look on her face before a loud sound came from her high chair. Liam crinkled his nose and Melanie threw her head back to laugh, the sound filling the room. Hadley’s face was priceless as she grunted and groaned, and soon Melanie was scooping the little girl into her arms and walking her down the hallway.

  “Sounds like someone needs a very big diaper change. Yes, ma’am. Yes, you do.”

  The way she cooed at Hadley made me smile as I started to clear the breakfast table. I wiped down Liam before he took off down the hallway and wrapped his arms around Melanie’s legs. I watched her as the kids clung to her, the smile on her face large and shining while her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness.

  “I think we need to get you in some new clothes, handsome,” Melanie said.

  “Can I wear a sweater like you?” Liam asked.

  “You can wear whatever you want. Why don’t you go pick out your outfit for the day?” she asked.

  It was amazing how wonderful she was with the kids. She was flawless when it came to taking care of Hadley and Liam. She would obviously be a wonderful mother to her own someday, and as Liam scurried off into his room to pick out his outfit she looked up at me and smil
ed.

  “You could’ve left those dishes. I would’ve gotten them,” she said.

  “Consider it my contribution for today,” I said.

  “I’ll make a mental note of it.”

  “Have you ever thought about having children?” I asked.

  She hesitated for a moment before answering. “I thought about it when I was younger, but not as much over the past few years.”

  Her closed off expression told me that the question had broached a tough subject. I decided not to press just now. I wanted to bask in the glow of our night together a little while longer.

  “How about you?” she asked. “Do you want children of your own?”

  “I didn’t, no,” I said.

  “You didn’t?” she asked.

  “I mean, I don’t. It’s—complicated, I guess.”

  “Do you enjoy watching Liam and Hadley?” she asked.

  “I do.”

  “Do you watch them a lot?” she asked.

  “Often, yes.” I was skirting the issue.

  “I’m sure your brother appreciates it,” she said.

  I felt my shoulders pull tight at her statement. I still wasn’t ready to talk about it. I wasn’t ready to rehash that night when the police came rolling up onto my fucking doorstep in the middle of the woods. I wasn’t ready to rehash how angry I was at the scenario when two helpless little kids were dumped on my doorstep. I wasn’t ready to own up to how resentful I’d been of their presence for the first month before I caved and hired a nanny because I was weak.

  And selfish.

  And a fucking pill-popping tool.

  When I came back to reality, Melanie was staring at me. I could tell she was curious and a bit worried and I felt exposed. So, I did what did best; I deflected.

  “I’m gonna go get some work done in the shed,” I said.

  I saw her twitch for a split second before Liam came running around the corner.

  “Got my outfit!” he yelled.

  “All right!” Melanie said, smiling. “Let’s see what you got here.”

  I smirked at Liam’s choice of clothing. He picked out a pair of fuzzy socks, his tie-dyed pajama bottoms, a black sweater, and a reindeer hat. Melanie began helping him dress, showing him how to put on his own shirt and giving him room to try it himself.

  He was grunting with frustration, but he seemed to be getting the hang of it.

  “Go on,” she said, as she looked at me. “I’ve got it here. Go get your work done.”

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “Yep. I got this.”

  Liam tripped trying to put the rest of his sweater on and Melanie caught him in midair. She helped him the rest of the way while he wiggled around, trying to get his head through the wrong opening. Her face lit up whenever she was working with the kids and a part of me started wondering if I could convince her to become full-time.

  She was way better with the kids than my nanny was anyway.

  “Go,” she said, breathlessly.

  Without another word, I grabbed my coat from the door and started off for my shed. I had projects I needed to finish up so I could get them delivered.

  CHAPTER 16

  MELANIE

  The next morning, I arrived at the cabin early, just as everyone was getting up. I let them get settled as I made breakfast. My phone was going off incessantly as I tried to work and Evan looked up from the table where he was buckling Hadley into her highchair. I glanced down to see that Layla had been trying to get hold of me. I knew she wanted to know what was going on with Evan and me, but I wanted to hold it close to myself for just a little bit longer.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  “Yep,” I said. “Just my friend Layla calling to chat.”

  “She’s pretty persistent,” he said, as my phone went off with another text.

  I laughed. “Um, yes. That is exactly the word I would use to describe her.”

  Evan looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “You know, it is Saturday and we never discussed you working weekends. Why don’t you get out of here and go meet up with your friend or whatever else you want to do? You don’t have to be here all of the time.”

  I finished plating up breakfast and sat down to eat. It would be good to see Layla, and I knew she was dying to know what was happening with Evan.

  “If you’re sure you don’t need me today, then I think I will do that,” I said between bites.

  “We will miss you, but I know you had a life before us. Go, have fun. I can handle the kids by myself.”

  We finished eating and Evan insisted on cleaning up so I could leave. I gave the kids quick kisses on the tops of their heads and waved to Evan as I headed out the door. On the drive into town, I thought back to the night we had spent together and how amazing it had been.

  Evan was a patient and giving lover. Everything he had done had been to ensure my pleasure, including letting me be on top. Letting myself be intimate with a man was a huge step for me, and knowing that I was in control had made all the difference.

  I was starting to feel more like the old me than I had in a while. I got to the diner to find that Layla was already inside with milkshakes waiting for us. She stood to wrap me in a hug before sitting back into her side of the booth.

  “Holy shit,” she said.

  “What?” I asked, looking at her.

  “You did it,” she declared.

  “I did what?” I asked.

  “IT! You got laid!” she practically squealed.

  I flapped my hand at her to quiet her before anyone else heard her and shook my head.

  “What are you talking about”? I asked, trying to be coy.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You are glowing, Melanie. I know that glow. I’ve had that glow. You, however, have not. Not in a very long time.”

  I looked down into my milkshake. When I raised my eyes to hers, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “So? How was it?” she asked, leaning in to get the juicy details.

  “It was really nice,” I said.

  “Nice?” She looked almost disappointed. “Nice is Mr. Rogers. Nice is the captain of the debate team.”

  I laughed. “Okay, okay, it wasn’t nice. It was amazing,” I said.

  Layla clapped her hands and did a little dance in her seat, making me laugh out loud. I recounted the night to her, telling her how Evan had let me be in control and how that had been what had finally allowed me to let it happen.

  “So, he still doesn’t know?” Layla asked when I had finished.

  I shook my head. “No. I mean, how do you bring something like that up? Hey, before we get naked you should know I was kidnapped, chained up in a shed for two days and nearly raped by a crazy psychopath before I got away.”

  Layla looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. “But that is what happened, Mel. And it’s kept you locked inside yourself for four damn years. I’m not saying you didn’t have the right to protect yourself like that. But if you want things to go any further with Evan – and it sounds like you do – you’re going to have to tell him at some point.”