Crown's Chance at Love

by Mayra Statham

  “Mike,” she moans as her back arches, thrusting her hips down so that my finger can go deeper. I can feel my blood star to boil in my veins with need for her. I want to take her, show her how much I need her. Swallowing hard I slip my finger out slowly, only to thrust it back in her a little harder and she whimpers.

  “Slow tonight baby…” I tell her against her lips and she tries to protest, but I smash my lips against hers as my fingers work her.

  The room is filled with nothing but her soft whimpers and the slick sounds of my finger going in and out of her wetness. I go to kneel in front of her, taking in what she looks like, how her eyes beg me for more. I lean in kissing her sternum, licking right below her belly button, kissing her hips, I almost growl at how hard I feel and how badly I need her. Then I finally reach my destination. Kissing her soft inner thighs, I let my facial hair lightly tickle her creamy skin. I want to tease her more but when I look up at her, my mouth goes dry and my need to taste her is uncontainable. Her pretty little mouth parts, her hands dig into the sheets, fuck I need her.

  I go to the apex of her thighs and breathe her scent in deep. I somehow find a reserve of will power.

  “Want me to lick you baby?” I ask her, my deep voice resonating in the quiet room. She moans and I chuckle.

  “You smell so fucking good Sabrina,” I say breathing her in again, making sure to breathe out on her sensitive flesh. She squirms below me. I open her legs wider settling my body between them as I look at her pretty pink pussy staring back at me. Its glistening with how wet she is. Her clit is so swollen it’s protruding out.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “To… touch me, please,” she says breathlessly and I try to hold back my smile.

  “Only touch you? Like this?” I ask grazing her outer lips and she bucks up.

  “Mike.”

  “Tell me baby…tell me what you want,” I whisper against the apex of her legs.

  “Eat me Mike… Please…” She whimpers and I look up at her.

  “You sure baby? Because I am fucking starving,” I growl my face getting closer and she whimpers and begs me. Leaning in I lick and tease her swollen nub. Tasting her, slipping a finger into her, I can hear her moans and curses as she begs me to go faster and harder, but I don’t. I somehow find the control to take it slow until she is begging almost screaming for it. That’s when I add another finger licking and sucking her, tasting her desire for me and I don’t stop. Her legs close between my head and her hands run through my hair and my fucking dick feels like it is going to explode. I reach towards the nightstand, and sit up on my knees.

  ***

  Sabrina

  Sitting up, supporting myself on my elbows I watch as he covers himself with the condom, shivering at how hard and long he looks. His body drapes over me and I spread my legs as wide as I can to give him room. I can feel the tip at my entrance, feeling his hand on the back of my head pulling me close to him, his mouth crashing onto mine. We kiss hard and fast, like we are starving for one another. We both groan against the others’ mouth as he enters me. He feels so good as he fills me, sliding his long thick length into me.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans into my mouth as he starts to work his hips, bringing himself in and out of me, each and every time bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I fight to keep my eyes open to watch him as he takes my body, filling me up, making my toes curl as I lift my hips around his lean hips.

  “Mike…” I pant. I can feel it building as he works me.

  “Let go baby,” he hisses, straining. A bead of sweat rests at his brow as he pushes home again and again as everything in me tightens. I can hear him groan and when he says my name I let go. Everything in me feels as if it shatters as wave after wave of pleasure hits. Faintly aware of digging my nails at his strong shoulders, I feel him thrust in two more times when he finally lets go, moaning into my mouth as he comes.

  I am panting as if I just ran a marathon. His warm body draped over mine, his face in the crook of my neck, I stroke his hair as my eyes grow heavy. He leans up and looks at me, kissing me softly. He whispers he will be right back and when he does my body still feels as if it is floating and I cuddle into him, pretty sure that I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

  Sabrina

  I can feel the warm sunlight streaming into the room, warming my skin and I smile. Opening my eyes I turn in bed expecting to see Mike, but he isn’t there. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms up, my body deliciously sore; a happy reminder of the night before.

  Mike had been incredible.

  So many things about last night had been so different than how they had been the last two months. It had been slow and loving almost as if he was trying to show me how much he cared. I shook my head at the silly notion, but something had been so different about last night. It had been beautiful and sweet and completely indulgent. He had made sure to take care of me every step of the way. Remembering the way his eyes had looked so full of… love? Could he love me? Or was I just seeing what I wanted to see?

  “Hey beautiful,” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts as he walks into the room. My eyes go to him and I feel like my heart suddenly froze.

  He is shirtless in black track pants that make his ass look like you could bounce a quarter off of them, showing that great V right below his hips that always makes my mouth go dry. It is not fair that a man his age looks that damn fine. He’s smiling at me with that boyish grin, that obviously tells me that I have been caught ogling him.

  That’s when I take in that he is carrying a tray with two plates, and a tiny little vase with a pretty pink rose in it.

  “You made me breakfast in bed?” I say more than ask and I can feel my eyes tear up a little.

  “Yeah. I figured after last night, you worked up an appetite,” he grins at me as he comes to sit next to me, placing the tray on the bed. I look down at the plates. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and a bowl of fruit.

  It is something so simple, yet I can’t even say how much I appreciate it as something tightens in my throat and tugs at my heart. It’d been a long time since anyone had made me breakfast in bed, and I can feel my eyes start to get watery.

  “Hey what’s wrong?” he asks and I shake my head still looking at the pretty tray. Shit he even has a tiny vase with a pretty pink rose.

  I can feel him get out of bed, and he takes the tray placing it on the nightstand closest to him. The tears are so close to rolling I can’t get the strength to look up at him. Staring at the white sheets I feel the bed lower against his weight as he comes back to bed.

  “Baby, look at me,” he urges on and I take a deep breath and try to smile. “What did I do wrong?” his eyes are filled with worry. Yet I shake my head and sniffle.

  “Nothing Mike… It’s just that…. no one’s done that for me… in such a long time. I’m sorry I am being such a girl,” I shake my head looking down. His finger lifts my chin and our eyes meet.

  “It’s one of the things I like most about you,” he says smiling and I lean into kiss him. I kiss him slow and he doesn’t take it further. His thumb clears a tear that escaped. God I love this man. The words are at the tip of my tongue, yet I can’t spit them out.

  “I’m sorry. Breakfast looks great. Can we eat?” I say after I pull away from our kiss and he smiles so big at me that it reaches his eyes. When he smiles that way it makes him seem so much younger.

  We eat in a comfortable silence, stealing shy glances at one another. It all feels intimate and beautiful as we sit in the silence eating and feeding one another bits of fruit. Something is definitely different. I can feel it in the air, in him, in me.

  “Mike…” “Sabrina…” we say at the same time and start laughing. He points at me and as I am about to talk, my phone goes off on the nightstand closest to me.

  “Let me answer this,” I say and he nods smiling at me taking a bite of his toast.

  “Hello,” I answer cheerfully without looking
at who it is popping a piece of cantaloupe from the bowl into my mouth, my eyes never leaving Mike’s happy beautiful pale blue ones.

  “You should be ashamed of yourself!” a shrill voice yells at me, and I frown looking down at my phone.

  Reese, Sean’s mom.

  I sit up straighter. She must have found out I was dating. I knew this day would one day come, I just never expected her to be this upset. She was very traditional in the sense that if your partner died, and you were a woman, you lived the rest of your life alone. She hated the fact that Nick would even stay at our place to help us out and always scowled when the kids brought any male influence up at all regardless of who they were.

  “Reese…” I start to say but she starts to yell.

  “NO! I can not believe you would be doing something so…. so disgusting!” She yells and I take a deep breath. I knew this was going to happen. Somehow or another news would get to her that I was seeing someone new. She loved her sons, and she had grieved very much over Sean, as much as I had. But where I knew life had to keep going, she worshipped and couldn’t move past her son’s memory.

  “Reese… It’s been almost four years. He would want…”

  “NO! Don’t think I don’t know WHO you are seeing. You going off and whoring around is one thing, but fucking the brother of the man who killed him! You are sick!” I swallow hard breathing deep, trying not to let her get to me, but I can’t let her talk badly about Mike.

  “Mike had nothing to do with…”

  “YES HE DID! In the reports it stated that man was driving to see HIM! Thats why he was out driving! And now…. NOW you’re screwing him, bringing him around the children! You might as well have been driving the car that killed my son!” she shrieks and I close my eyes.

  She sounds so angry. I really should just hung up but I love and respect her. She’s my children’s grandmother, she’s the woman who had raised my husband to be the wonderful man I loved the short time we had had together.

  “Reese… calm down…” I try to say, trying to hold on to some patience.

  “NO! I won’t and if you think you are going to have that man there around my grandbabies you have something else coming at you Sabrina! Keep seeing him, and Rhett and I will file for custody of those kids! There is no way you are in your right mind seeing him! A judge will see what a completely incompetent whore you are!” she snarls. Yelling and insulting me is one thing, but making threats suing my kids is something completely different, something I will never have.

  “Don’t threaten me Reese!” my voice got louder as the blood in my veins started to boil. Who does she think she is?

  “Its not a threat sweetheart, it’s a promise! If I hear the kids are anywhere near that man, I will file for custody so fast your head will be spinning! Don’t think I don’t know things about you!”

  “There is nothing you could know!” I yell back defending myself.

  “Really? What about Nick living there for MONTHS right after my son died? How completely disfunctional you were!” I squeeze my eyes shut trying to breathe and stay calm.

  “That was almost four years ago Reese…”

  “Nick spending the night whenever he felt like? You think I don’t know what was going on? We aren’t stupid Sabrina! Sean hadn’t even been in the ground for a month, yet a new man was living there!” She screams and I clench my free hand into a fist.

  “You have no clue what you are saying. I think you need to…” I start to say but she cuts me off.

  “Him helping you move down there, helping you find a new place to live. You think I didn’t know that there was something going on with him that whole time?” she sputters out and I can feel my anger starting.

  “Nothing was going on with Nick.”

  “Really? I don’t think a judge would see it that way,” she snarls and I close my eyes.

  “You wouldn’t have a leg to stand on Reese,” I say calmly as I look up at the ceiling.

  “Really? Keep seeing him, and you will see how much dirt I have!” she screams and hangs up on me. My breathing is heavy and I open my eyes and my heart freezes. Mike looks almost pale.

  “Mike…”

  “Shit,” he says and this time I don’t look down. I look straight at him. He is staring towards the huge flat screen on the wall in front of us.

  “She doesn’t know what she is saying…” I start to say but he puts his hand up and shakes his head.

  “You need to get an attorney,” he says seriously and I frown.

  “Mike, honey. She has nothing on me.”

  “After you found out about Sean dying, you said you were a mess. How bad?” he asks not looking at me and I frown.

  Things had been bad, but I had kept it together as much as I could. I had gone to a grief therapist and Nick had been there to help me put the pieces together. It wasn’t like I had ever done drugs or popped pills, yet the way Mike looked at me right now, would make anyone think otherwise.

  “That has NOTHING to do with how things are right NOW! I have everything under control now…” Feeling frustrated and attacked. That is all in the past. I had had every right to feel crushed by what had happened. I had lost my husband, my best friend, the man I had made a family with.

  “Shit this is all my fault baby…” he says. He isn’t listening to me, rubbing his face with his hands, his hands running through his hair, staying up on top of his head.

  “Mike…” I start to say but he just shakes his head as he stands up and goes to the bathroom, shutting it behind him. Sure enough I hear the click of him locking me out.

  How had such a beautiful morning gone to complete shit?

  ***

  Mike

  I lean my arms against the vanity in my bathroom and look down trying to breathe.

  Shit!

  I want to scream and hit something, but I can’t. Not if Sabrina is here. It would scare her and she had enough to deal with as it was. Because of me. I close my eyes thinking about the night before, shit the whole two months before, everything had been so perfect. So fucking perfect. So perfect I had let myself believe I deserved all of this.

  Now Sean’s mom is threatening her. All because of me. Shit! What does she have on Sabrina? A soft knock hits the door and I breathe deeply and open the door.

  She’s in my dress shirt from last night, her hair is up on top of her head and even with the worried look on her face, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

  “Hey,” she says softly. “Come here.” Her hand extends to me.

  I want to grab it. I want to pull her in close and make all the bad things disappear for her and selfishly for me too; but I can’t. I caused all this. So instead of touching her, the way that everything in me is yelling at me to do, I just shake my head.

  “I’m going to shower. If you want, use this one and I’ll use the one in the guest room,” I say coldly walking past her, not turning to see her or the pain in her eyes I just caused.

  “Hey,” she says placing her tiny warm hand on my bare back and I stop, but don’t look at her.

  “There is nothing she could do to take the kids away. You don’t have to worry about this. I’ll call my attorneys just in case to give them a heads up, but…”

  “We should get the kids, it’s getting late,” I say, standing straighter my back completely stiff as I cut her off.

  I can’t be the reason she could ever risk losing her kids. I love her, and them… I can feel her fingertips leave my skin and hear her sigh.

  “Okay,” she says, and when I turn she is already heading to the bathroom, her shoulders slightly slumped, leaving me feeling like an ass.

  ***

  The day passed in a blur. So many thoughts ran through my mind, but it always came to the same conclusion.

  I have to walk away.

  There was no way I could risk her losing the kids. She had already lost Sean because of me.

  The kids are all in bed and she just got off the phone with Nick. It seems Rees
e had spoke to him as well. I watch her walk into the living room rubbing her eyes and then her eyes hit mine. She is so fucking beautiful. No matter how many times I laid my eyes on her, she always left me speechless. How the hell am I going to do this? Walking away from her is going to be hell, they are all I ever wanted and I had almost had them.

  “Thanks for reading to Chris,” she says standing at the door frame to her back patio. She’s been giving me space all day. I know it’s not her to do it, but she knows I need it and I am such a fucking bastard for letting her. Shit I am a bastard for what I am going to do.

  “No problem. I always learn something new about football when I read to him,” I say standing up, stretching my back, trying to seem unaffected and cold. Her eyes never leave me, not that I am staring right back at her. I can’t see them, but I can feel them like the sun on a July morning. A sun that I was about to make set.

  Sabrina

  “You can’t worry about Reese, sweetheart,” I say but he doesn’t look at me.

  “I’m not,” he mumbles out.

  “I’m not worried about it, Nick isn’t either. He’s just pissed about her calling so early to chew him out,” I say trying to make light of the situation, trying to get him to crack a smile or steal a glance towards me, but I get nothing.