“Michael,” his mother’s stern voice snaps us out of the moment. He lets me go slightly moving me to his side with his hand still on my waist and with a strained smile he says, “Hello mother, you remember Sabrina?”
“Yes. You look lovely dear, why don’t we go in,” she says almost rolling her eyes. She is in a beautiful cream colored pant suit that looks extremely expensive.
“Thank you for the invitation Mrs. Crown.” I look at her as she stares at me, her eyes are serious, almost angry.
“Of course dear. Seeing as my son spends so much time with you I figured we got to know one another.” Mommy dearest 1, me-0.
“Where’s Dad?” He asks as he heads towards the living room, my hand in his as I drag my feet as we go further into the huge house.
“Upstairs, he will be down in a minute.”
“No, I am already here. Michael it is so good to see you.” An older gentleman appears from behind us, and we turn.
Mike’s dad is as tall as him, if not maybe even an inch taller than Mike. When women talk about how unfair it is that men age gracefully, they obviously are talking about men like Mike’s dad. Walt Crown is roguishly handsome. Tall, lean and obviously in great shape are all wonderful qualities he possesses, but his face. OH MY… It is a mix of kind and sweet with “I used to be a bad boy once-upon a time,” and the way he carries himself- he knows how attractive he is, but isn’t smug or arrogant about it; he has pale blue eyes just like Mike’s, only older, wiser and his hair is completely gray.
“Hey Dad,” Mike says smiling. He goes over to his dad and they hug, then Mike is at my side. “Dad, I would like you to meet Sabrina Miller.”
“The woman of the hour!” he says smiling as he comes over and hugs me shocking me a little, but I hug him back. “I have heard so much about you Darling. I am so happy you were able to make it tonight. Thank you for bringing my son. He seems to have forgotten his parents exist, but now having seen you, I understand why,” he says sweetly and I laugh.
Something about Walt gives me the opposite reaction of his wife. He is warm and inviting and extremely charming.
“Let’s go to the dining room so we can eat. They are already late as it is,” Gail hisses and Mike frowns.
“Oh that was my fault I apologize. I caught traffic on the way to drop off my kids at my parent’s house.”
Gail makes a face and opens her mouth to say something when Walt comes over placing my hand in the crook of his elbow leading me towards the dining room.
“Tell me about them. You have three correct?”
“Yes. I do. Mark is the oldest. He just turned thirteen. Then there is Penny, she is nine, and the baby is Christopher at six.”
“You certainly have your hands full. Enjoy them, time flies by so quick. One day they are little, then next they are forty bringing a girl home for you to meet,” he says jokingly and I smile at him.
“So Sabrina, how are the details coming along with the Gala?” Gail asks abruptly.
“Gail…”
“Mom…” both Walt and Mike say at the same time their voices sounding mildly frustrated, but I don’t want them to have to deal with her on my account so I look at her.
“They are going wonderfully. Everything is now in place, I only have one more table to sell.”
“Hmm, when will you be sending the place cards to the calligraphers?” she asks sternly as she notices that Mike has sat right next to me.
“Mother, this isn’t a business dinner,” Mike says annoyed and I place my hand on his knee and gently squeeze.
“You are right,” she says as her staff brings out course after course.
It was a delicious meal. Dinner conversation is mostly the men talking and Gail trying to bring up the Gala. I learned that Walt is wonderfully charming, and easy to make laugh. In a lot of ways Mike is a lot like his dad. Charming, charismatic, incredibly handsome. Mike is just a lot more reserved than Walt.
By the last course Gail suggests we should have dessert in the sitting room and asks me to accompany her to get the coffee together, and to give us a chance to get to know one another. Mike looks hesitant, but I just smile and go with her.
Alone in a beautiful kitchen with her makes me a little nervous, but I try to relax.
“What can I help with?” I ask.
She stands next to the coffee machine staring at me with a sour look on her face.
“Now tell me Sabrina, where do you see this thing with my son going?” she says bluntly and cold, catching me completely off guard.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Crown I don’t understand,” I say, trying to keep my cool, but my stomach tells me this isn’t going to be pretty. It’s obvious she doesn’t like me.
“He is forty,” she says standing heading to her hutch and grabbing a couple of dainty beautifully decorated antique mugs.
“I am aware of that.”
“You are what? Thirty eight?”
“No, I am thirty-six,” I say getting a little annoyed at her rudeness.
“Right, so I am guessing you are done with having children. I mean you do already have an obscene amount as it is.” I almost want to laugh at her comment about having an obscene amount of kids. It isn’t like I’m Octomom.
“I’m not sure I agree three kids is an obscene amount,” I say trying to bite away my smile, thinking there is no way she can be serious. “But as for more children, I hadn’t really thought about it,” I lied.
I had thought about kids with Mike, a little girl with his pale blue eyes and his wavy almost curly hair. But that was a subject that Mike and I hadn’t even discussed. Much less a subject to talk about with his mom; no way that would be appropriate.
“I am going to have to be very honest with you. You as a mother yourself, I think you can see why I am worried about my son, dating a woman like you.” Her voice is angry and her muddy brown eyes are cold and mean. My throat suddenly grows extremely dry.
“Like me?” I ask and her eyes are cold throwing daggers as she raises her chin up at me looking down at me.
“A woman with more baggage than any man should ever have to deal with,” she says shaking her head, almost as if it should be obvious what she is talking about. Her hand is in a fist on the counter, like I am trying her patience. “Especially a man like him.”
Completely stunned and caught off guard at how she is speaking to me, I have no idea what to say.
“I mean you have to know what he is doing being with you right? He thinks that he is correcting a wrong, a wrong his brother made. He isn’t having real feelings for you,” she says seriously and I honestly don’t know what to say to her at this moment. My head is spinning and trying absorb the ugly things she’s saying.
She has no idea what Mike and I share. Sure maybe at the beginning he had approached me because of what Patrick had done, but now things have changed. Haven’t they?
“I mean you must know you aren’t his type. You must have seen the type of women my son dates. I mean Holly alone should tell you that you are dating a little over your head with this one sweetheart.”
“Mrs. Crown…” I try to interrupt.
“You are completely out of your league here sweetheart. He isn’t the type of man that ends up with the help,” she says with a smirk at the edge of her lips making me want to slap her.
“Excuse me?” I am caught so off guard by this conversation I don’t even know what to say. Shocked and stunned I stand there and listen to her.
“All you are sweetheart, is a sad reminder of his brother’s biggest mistake; a pathetic widow with three kids that will never be his own. He deserves to have children of his own, not just some poor schmucks’ leftovers,” She says in one of the most hateful voices I have ever heard.
I open my mouth to say something, just as Mike walks in and Gail veils her evilness with a kind smile. She comes over to me and hugs me digging her boney fingers into my shoulder. I can feel my blood boiling at her hatefulness; and she has the nerve to come over and hug me! Mi
ke looks at us and it’s almost like I see a sigh of relief from him. To him it must look like we are getting along.
“Honey why don’t you and Sabrina finish up here, I’ll go to the living room with your dad,” she says sweetly, giving me a hug as she leaves.
“Sure,” he says as he comes over to me. I am dumbfounded at the game she is playing. I try to smile at him and somehow it must have looked convincing, since he comes over to me and holds me tight.
“Was she okay?” he asks curiously.
“What do you mean?” I ask cautiously. I don’t know what to say. This is his mom after all.
“She isn’t the easiest person to be around Honey.”
“Umm… Yeah you are right about that,” I say trying to distract myself, going to the counter and placing the coffee pot onto a tray. I’m trying to figure out how his mom had just insulted me and basically denying any approval of Mike seeing me, calling my kids baggage and referring to me as the help. My mind is reeling and it must be showing.
“Baby you okay?” he asks sounding a little worried as his body comes up behind me. I know he is leaning down, because his face is now in the crook where my neck and shoulders meet.
“Yeah… yeah I am, just a little tired,” I say trying to shake off what his mom had said. It’s not how he feels, I think to myself.
He nuzzles my neck and I can feel the anger start to slowly fade away. Just talk to him when you get back home.
“You smell fucking great baby. Can we tell my parents we have to go? Head to that spot a little earlier? Or maybe just take you back to my place?” He licks my neck lightly, his warm breath on the sensitive skin there makes me shiver and needy for him.
“I was kind of looking forward to making out with you… oh… my,” my breathing quickens as I feel his mouth on my skin, his hands roaming my shoulders, back, arms, the outer part of my breasts making me shiver in his arms. Then he wraps his arms around me.
“You’re right… I need to take you to that spot,” he says happily kissing my cheek loudly. “One cup of coffee and we are out of here okay?” I look at him, his light blue eyes are bright and happy. There is no way he feels that way, I think to myself. I smile as brightly as I can, trying to shake off the ugly doubts his mom had just poured over me.
“Okay,” I say and smile when he leans in kissing me chastely on the lips as he grabs the tray, and I follow him to their living room.
Thankfully coffee had been uneventful, and Mike said we needed to head back early because I had to work the next day. I didn’t, but I didn’t mind lying because I wanted to get away from Gail Crown and I wanted Mike to finish what he had started in the kitchen.
Sabrina
We skip his make out spot and head over to his beach house. Having been there only a month before with the kids, it is familiar yet there are things I notice that I hadn’t when we had been here before.
Standing in his bedroom, the moonlight splashes in filling it with a beautiful glow. The room looks beautiful. More beautiful than I ever thought a bedroom could look. The crisp white, plush bedding hangs over the king sized bed, and the gauzy white floor to ceiling curtains are almost transparent as they hang over the windows. I realize I am nervous about being here, knowing we are alone. Which is silly really because we’d already had sex. Countless times over the last two months, more than making up for all the times all we had done was make out and mess around.
But now standing in this room, the way he is looking at me right now, I feel as if somehow we are turning the corner onto a new road of our relationship.
He almost looks at me in a predatory way. His ice blue eyes almost silver, are hooded and glazed with desire.
“I want you,” he says, his voice husky with need. His breath lightly hitting my lips, reminds me of how close he’s standing to me. Not that I could forget with the heat radiating off his body, and his hard long erection poking my tummy.
“I want you too,” I tell him and can’t seem to stop smiling.
He leans in and I brace myself expecting a hungry kiss from him, but he surprises me by kissing me sweetly. So gentle it makes me ache with need. Slowly building the burn for him. His lips are on mine, kissing me softly, sweetly almost as if I’m somehow made of glass. Like I’m something precious he needs to take care of, and for some reason my eyes get watery.
Emotions are a funny thing, one moment you think you have them in check, in control, and the next they punch you in the gut and make you breathless.
I open my eyes slowly to see him, his eyes on mine. They shine with so much emotion that something tightens inside my chest. Something is definitely different tonight, I think. In this moment I want to tell him that I love him so badly… the words feel as if they are at the tip of my tongue. I just worry about his reaction, and about pushing him too much too fast. Or if I’m being honest with myself, I need to hear the words from him. I’ve known for a while that I was in love with him, but have just been too big of a baby to be the first to say the words.
His lips left mine and he took a step back as his eyes roamed my body, his gaze heating my skin. He gently takes off my sweater and when he sees my cami underneath, he mumbles that I’m wearing too many clothes. The seriousness in his face makes me giggle. Giggle! Here I am, a thirty-six year old widow, single mom of three, having endured the worst loneliest almost four years of my life, and this incredible man standing in front of me made me giggle. Emmi would make fun of me for the rest of my life if she knew how much of a nerd I truly was.
“Let me help you,” I tell him, my voice a little raspier than usual.
It felt like we took our clothes off in a blink of an eye, with a blur of clothes and shoes making a pile below us.
***
Mike
Her chest on mine, my thighs touching her legs, my throbbing cock poking her tummy. I need to bury myself in her. She had quickly become my addiction. There hasn’t been a day that has passed without me having had her, except for the three day business trip I had to take last week, and even then we had been creative over Skype. Watching her touch herself while I told her what I wanted to do to her body the next time I was there had been the most erotic thing, and when she came undone my name on her lips was my own undoing. I’m so completely in love with her, but haven’t told her yet.
Part of me believed I fell in love with her the first moment I felt her in my arms, but the way she had really forgave me had solidified it for me. There was so much I wanted to tell her and show her. Tonight isn’t going to be about hard, fast and dirty. I want to show her how much I care.
“Baby tonight,” I can’t seem to get my words together, but her eyes her eyes tell me she understands.
She looks at me, her hand going over my heart, almost like she is about to say something. She opens and then closes her mouth twice. I can see the wheels turning like she is trying to decide on something.
God I love her.
I love every little thing about her. The way her eyes glitter with mischief and light, the way she lays it all out on the table, never confusing you as to where you stand with her. Tonight I’ll show her how much I love her. I’m going to love her slowly, making sure to worship her body like a queen, and then tomorrow I’ll tell her.
I pick up her hand that’s over my furiously beating heart and kiss her knuckles. Damn, even the skin there is silky soft. I lift her up and she looks surprised, but then surprise turns into an expression I haven’t seen before on her. One of sheer happiness, one that showed me that she places all of her trust into my hands. One that I want to see everyday of my life, and I am more than okay with that. She’s the rest of my life. With her I could see a future I looked forward too. I see so many things that in the past would have freaked me the hell out. I see endless nights of falling asleep next to her, countless mornings of her being the first thing I lay my eyes on, BBQ’s during the summer, building fires and snow fights during winters. I see us taking long walks hand in hand as we watch the leaves turn in color. Maybe
even bringing in a baby or two to the mix. none of it freaked me out. None of it frightened me. I’m completely confident in what I want with Sabrina.
She smiles softly at me, her eyes bright and happy. Her hands are on my shoulders, and her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist. I walk us to the bed, climbing onto the center of it, our eyes never coming off one another. Her face is flushed and her rapid breathing makes me harder. I can feel her heat from where we are connected and know she’s wet and ready for me. My girl is always so ready for me.
I place her down softly, making sure to be careful. She lies back and I stare at her. The soft pink glow of the candles I had lit gives her skin a beautiful glow. Her maple brown hair fanned out, my girl is a sight to behold. She looks like a queen and I am her servant; her servant ready to do anything and everything to please her. I’d make sure to make her breakfast in bed tomorrow. I want to see her in my bed in the morning being served and pampered by me, right before I tell her I love her. After tonight, after the way I am about to worship her body, she will have no doubt about how much I love her.
With no words exchanged, I lean in kissing her smiling face lightly, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. My hands slightly shake as I let the pads of my fingers trace the soft skin at her neck as I lean on my side. The rough pads of my fingers slowly go to the center of her bare chest and she shivers, only to tighten her hard beaded nipples, filling her naked silky skin with goosebumps. I lean in to get close to one of her delicious nipples, but I don’t lick it, I don’t take it into my mouth the way I want to. The way that I am dying to. I nudge it with my nose and she arches her body up. I lick it lightly, tasting her delicious skin. Then I continue the same torture to the other one. I sit up and look at her. Her creamy skin is flushed and warm, and the room smells like her arousal and sex. I let my hands roam her body slowly moving lower and lower until I reach my destination. I let one finger caress her slick folds, teasing her, making her whimper and moan as I lightly caress her swollen needy clit. I finally slip my middle finger into her hot wet slit slowly. So damn tight I close my eyes, enjoying how she feels on my fingers. It is like heaven every fucking time. She’s wet and so damn hot- so fucking ready for me. Feeling her slickness, how tight she is, the sounds that escape her pretty little mouth, everything single thing tests my strength to pull off what I need to do to her tonight.
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