Crown's Chance at Love

by Mayra Statham

  “Wait baby, let me get you ready,” I whisper holding on to her hips gently, but she shakes her head.

  “I am,” she says hoarsely as she suddenly sits right back on my hard cock. My head lunging forward, my forehead on her back, a grunt escapes my mouth loudly into the air. I feel like I am going to go cross-eyed at how fucking great she feels. She’s wet and hot for me. I feel like I am in fucking heaven. She hadn’t been lying. She was ready for me. Sabrina was always ready for me.

  She slides right on me, I can feel her ass press against my hips as she lowers down, in one smooth step she slides me into her. She rides me reverse cowgirl but almost in a sitting position. I hold her close and feel myself in her completely bare, nothing between us.

  I know I should stop since I’m inside of her without a condom, but my mind isn’t working right. Her heat and tightness take hold of me like a fucking glove and we both groan. She feels tight and slick and so fucking hot as she rides my dick. I throw my head back against the car seat. She feels fucking incredible. I can smell her arousal as she opens her legs wider to get a better angle as she slides back down on my cock slowly, and fuck if it doesn’t make me even harder. She feels like heaven and its going to be hell trying to make this last.

  “You feel so fucking good,” she moans. I fucking love when she talks dirty. “So damn good. Don’t stop Mike. Keep fucking me,” she moans.

  She rhythmically moves, setting the pace. I let her take control. I enjoy feeling how wet and hot she is for me as she goes up and down on my throbbing cock. Taking every inch of me. My hands squeezing her tits, her damn nipples hard and up for me. I just wish I could see her face. Her hips roll back and forth on me, somehow getting me in deeper inside of her. My balls tighten against her ass, until the tiny thin thread I was holding on to breaks.

  “Baby I have to fuck you,” I growl and she moans.

  “Please…” she whimpers. “Please Mike… fuck me … hard. I need you,” She says, her voice breathy and begging. No longer having any control I growl.

  I grab her by the waist and pump up into her hard and fast. My mouth still at the base of her neck. I can feel her start to get wetter and tighter. Her wetness soaks my dick as I pound into her. I can feel her orgasm building up so I reach to the front of her spreading her legs more open until my fingers reach her swollen pretty clit. I rub it in circles. Her sweet pearl is swollen and wet as I pound into her. Our breaths and moans fill the back of the limo until she goes over the edge, screaming my name as she descends into bliss. I love feeling her contract around me, milking my dick. I pump into her three more times until I find my own release, pumping my cum deep into her. Marking her. Branding her as mine. Groaning her fucking name as I go over the edge. My fingers digging into her thighs as I close my eyes and everything is white, pleasure sweeping over me as I completely empty myself in her.

  Trying to catch our breath, I hold her close. I have yet to let her go. My arms are still around her waist. My cock buried deep in her, softening slowly. I kiss her shoulders and she shivers. I look out the window, noticing we are still about twenty minutes from my place. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. The interior of the car smells like sex mixed with her sweet scent of vanilla and honey. Her body relaxes against mine. Her head leans into mine, and my lips are on her bare shoulders, one hand lightly playing with one of her nipples. I reach for some tissues by the bar and I pull out of her slowly.

  I clean her up slowly and she lets me. We don’t say anything about the fact that we had sex without a condom, or the fact that I came inside of her. We’re just completely silent, catching our breath, enjoying the intimate cloud we somehow have drifted into. Her mind is probably working overtime and before she pushes me away I have to talk to her. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath I begin.

  “I got scared,” I whisper to her and she stiffens in my arm making me slightly regret messing up the mood, but I know it is time for me to get my finger out of my ass and step up to the plate. It is time for me to man up.

  “You forgave me so easily Sabrina. Honestly it was tough to deal with. Three years, almost four, I had felt guilty about Sean, and then for three months I had lied to you. But you forgave me. You didn’t even flinch or take a second to think about the part I had in Sean’s death.” She starts to shake her head and speak but I shake my own head.

  “Shh baby, please let me say this. You let me off the hook and then the whole month flew by, and everything was so fucking perfect with us. With the kids. It was like suddenly my life had reason. I couldn’t see it without you guys in it. Then that night, fuck that damn night everything was fucking wonderful. I could see our future… like thirty fucking years in the future type shit. Things I had never let myself even think about… not even when I was with Holly. I saw it all with you and the kids. Maybe even kids of our own. I made love to you that night with every intention of telling you I loved you, that I wanted to be something to you, not just a friend or boyfriend, but something bigger,” I say, my voice surprising me at how calm and steady it sounds in my ears.

  “Then Reese called you and it was like someone tossing a pail of ice water on top of my head. Reminding me of all my reasons you deserved someone better, someone like fucking Garibaldi.” My forehead is pressed to her back. I am pretty sure she knows I’m crying, her hands hold mine as I hold her breasts.

  “Someone who wasn’t a constant reminder of what you lost with Sean.” When I finish, I hear a sob and realize that it is mine. One of my hands leaves hers. Wiping my face, I breathe in deep deep. Everything I have been holding in for the last four years has rushed out. From the moment I had answered Patrick’s call from jail to call an attorney, to the seeing her for the first time face to face, to pushing her away. Everything feels like it is coming out of me, and I know I look like a freaking girl crying but there is no way of stopping it.

  Sabrina

  His voice is laced with such pain I can’t help the silent tears falling down my face. As he holds me tighter, my heart aches for him. I wish there was something I could do to take away the pain. To somehow have been able to have talked all this out two weeks ago, so the last two weeks of missing him wouldn’t have happened. His arms hold me tighter, and I tighten my hold on him too, silently trying to convey my support so that he would keep talking to me.

  One of his arms goes to his face to wipe away his tears. He laughs gravely and I can feel him shaking his head.

  “I let everything just stew in my head. About why I wasn’t a good choice for you and the kids. I felt like I wasn’t good for you, never the other way around. Never baby. I should have told you how I was feeling, but you know me. Talking about my feelings, I’m not good at it. So instead I fucking went and made a huge mess out of everything after you told me you loved me,” he says, his voice a little calmer as I swallow my tears, trying to stay silent because I want to hear what he needs to say so badly it hurts.

  “All the shit I said, I just wanted to push you away. I didn’t believe I was good enough for you guys. Reese threatening to petition full custody because you were seeing me, it scared the shit out of me. The thought of you even having to fight for your own kids because of me, I didn’t want you to have to choose. I swear to you baby all the things I said I didn’t mean. You need to believe me,” he says, his hold now around my waist.

  “I am NOT in love with Holly. You and those kids are the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. No matter what brought you into it, you four are the best fucking thing. These last couple of weeks have felt like years of torture without seeing you, without talking and hanging out with the kids.” He holds me tight my hands now covering the ones wrapped around my waist. I take a deep breath moving one to cover my mouth so that I don’t sob out loud.

  All the feelings I have been holding back these last couple of weeks feel like they are flowing out of me. How hurt I’d been. What his words had meant. The fact he really hadn’t meant what he’d said.

  “Sabrina please�
� please baby say something to me,” he says and I turn to face him. He gently moves me to his side, my bare ass now on his lap. I lift the top of the dress, to cover my breasts suddenly feeling too exposed. Too vulnerable. He frowns a little at me covering myself, then my hands go onto his chest. He’s holding me gently, sweetly, almost like I was a fragile piece of glass.

  I look at him, his eyes are red and sad with tear stains down his face. My fingers quickly go to wipe them away. He’d messed up, over reacted, and gotten scared. I can understand that. But how would I know that he won’t do it again? If I let him back in how do I know that I can trust him to take care of my heart, of all four of our hearts?

  I take a deep breath after wiping my own face. Then place my hands back on his chest.

  “What about the other thing?” I ask, my voice shaky, scared of his answer.

  “What other thing?” he asks searching in my eyes. I can’t seem to look into his eyes so I look down.

  “Mediocre sex, can you live with mediocre sex?” I ask softly, and I feel his hand come up to my chin pulling my face up so that I’m now looking into his eyes. The expression he has on his face makes me want to have hope.

  “Sweetheart… I didn’t mean shit of what I said, especially that! You are the best I ever had… fuck baby when I was saying all the shit, all I could think about was how you were the best I was never going to have again.” I sigh wanting to believe him. Almost like he can see this so he continues talking.

  “Baby, when we are together, even just like this. You sitting on my lap close to me, close enough for you to feel my heartbeat and I can feel yours, it’s better than anything I have ever had in the past. You are better than I should get or deserve, but I’m a complete bastard. ‘Cause even though I know you deserve better I want you to be mine. I’m asking you to give me one more chance. I know I fucked up but I don’t want to live without you. I want that future I saw for us.” He says then kisses my shoulder, and leans his head on it, his arms holding me tight into his warm strong body. I just want to completely give in to what he’s asking.

  I want so much from this man, yet now what I want somehow terrifies me.

  ***

  Mike

  She is looking at me like she is trying to figure out what to say. Then she stares out the car window across from her watching the city pass us by. She feels so damn good in my arms, I’m not sure I could ever give her up. Soft and warm, her body sitting on mine. My hands can’t seem to get enough of her. I know I’m holding her tightly, but I don’t want her far from me. I need her close. I can’t seem to read what she is going to say and I know there is still a chance she will be the one to push me away this time.

  “Mike,” she says still looking out the window and she sighs. Then she turns to face me. Her hands go up to my face and cup my cheeks. Fuck if I don’t just love when she does this. I fucking love her. I know right this second isn’t the best time to tell her, but I will… soon.

  “I have to be honest.” My heart suddenly doesn’t feel as optimistic as it just had a second ago.

  “Now I am the one who’s scared.” Her voice has a slight tremble to it, and it makes me nervous.

  “You run hot and cold. Maybe if it was just me that was in the picture I could see things through and jump without a second thought. But we both know that it’s not just me. I’m part of a team. The kids know something’s up. They’re attached to you, they ask about you Mike. But last weekend, Mark and Chris were really upset you didn’t go with them to the Chargers game, Nick took them instead. Then Penny didn’t understand why you said you would be at her recital and not go. The whole night she peeked through the curtain to see if you had shown up. After the recital she didn’t mention you again. Mark looks at me like he is worried, and Chris doesn’t even ask about you since the whole thing with the game.” She shakes her head, her eyes sad as she looks at me.

  “I just think you really have to think things through. This thing between us. At the end of the day, maybe it is too much baggage for you.” Silent tears fall down her beautiful face and I wipe them away.

  “No… it isn’t.” My voice is hoarse. “Want to know the future I saw for us?”

  She just stares at me so I tell her.

  “Us getting married, maybe having one or two more kids together. If you wanted to. If not I’m okay. We would have to move because your house babe is beautiful, but no way it would fit all of us. I know Sean’s their dad, but I want to be someone the kids know they can count on. I want to adopt them. They don’t have to take my name, but I do want them to be protected legally and financially. I love those kids like they were my own Sabrina. I hated letting them think I was just a flake who didn’t give a shit anymore.”

  “I want to talk to the boys about girls, scare the living shit out of every guy who picks up Penny for a date. I want to stand next to you taking pictures of them and their friends when they are about to leave to proms. I want to be at their graduations sitting right next to you, holding up signs as we scream as loud as we can when they walk to receive their diplomas. Sit in fucking rocking chairs watching a house full of grandkids running around while I get to hold your hand.” More silent tears fall from her beautiful face and I tuck her into me, her head under my chin.

  “I can’t promise that I won’t have my moments because it’s me.” I smile at her and she gives me a half smile.

  “But I will promise that I’ll talk things out with you. No more hot and cold shit. I want to be your partner in this. I’ll be the man you need. The man I know I am, because you bring him out of me. I will stand by your side in everything. I won’t blow smoke and say it’ll be butterflies and rainbows because I’m sure we’ll argue and disagree, but you’ll always know that no matter what, I am on your side right next to you for as long as we live.”

  “I don’t think about him when I see you,” she whispers looking me straight in the eyes.

  I feel like time has somehow frozen and I’m a little panicked at her talking about something I have brought up but we haven’t really talked about.

  “You keep saying that you don’t want to be a reminder of him, of what I lost when he died. I don’t. Not once. You don’t even remind me of the connection you and I have when it comes to the subject. Yeah maybe at one point it was connected to Sean and Patrick with the accident, but we have to let go of that. You need to let go… completely Mike. You didn’t kill Sean.” Her eyes are wide and honest. She takes my breath away at the way she brings up my fears and demons and somehow slays my fucking dragons. I see the determination in her warm brown eyes and know she isn’t done.

  “If we do this. If we try again… I need you to let it go. Reese and your mom and whoever else has an issue with it… they will have to deal with it. We can’t let everyone else’s opinion influence what we have, because at the end of the day it’s only us. It isn’t them that will be laying down next to us night after night. But Mike, YOU have to let it go. I can’t go on feeling like you are with me because of some weird guilt thing. Like you are somehow making things right by being with me. Some weird type of big brother duty thing.”

  “What?” I ask a little confused.

  “Are you with me trying to correct a wrong that Patrick did by being with me?” she asks and as ridiculous as this sounds I can see it in her eyes that she is serious.

  “No, of course not!” I can feel myself start to scowl.

  “Then? Please. You have to let it go, the guilt you feel…”

  “You need to know I am not him,” I say gravely and to this she smiles. “I won’t ever be able to live up his memory, to who he was.”

  “Oh Mike,” she whispers. Her lips come to mine and she kisses me slowly and sweetly still having a smile on her lips.

  “You are SO NOT HIM.” She laughs and it feels good to hear her laugh. “You guys are completely different, like night and day.” She smiles brightly, her eyes filled with something.

  “You are not the hearts and flowers type or romantic. Yo
u frustrate the living hell out of me sometimes. Not to mention that getting you to talk about how you feel is like pulling teeth. You go from scorching hot to arctic cold in a minute flat.” Hearing her saying this, imagining that Sean was the opposite, I frown. I could be hearts and flowers, I could be romantic. Yet something about the softness in her voice brings me out of my thoughts.

  “But you brought me back. I had been walking around like a damn robot for three years thinking I had been doing a good job of hiding it. Not knowing I wasn’t fooling anyone.” Her hands are on my face and her forehead’s on mine.

  “You made me feel again, see things in bright colors. Sean’s gone and I mourned him, but life goes on. He will always have a part of my heart, I can’t lie to you and tell you otherwise, but you are in there too. He wouldn’t want me alone. I know he would want me to meet someone. I almost think he would have liked you. He might have even sent you to me. Who needs hearts and flowers? I don’t need all that romantic stuff.”

  “What do you need?” I ask. I swallow hard, her eyes on my mouth, getting dark and hungry.

  “You,” she whispers. “I just need you.”

  “Please tell me you are saying what I hope you are saying?”

  “Yeah,” she whispers a little breathlessly. “One more chance. Just please Mike…” she whispers into my ear. “This time baby… let me in, it has to be a two way street. That is one thing I can’t negotiate on. You want to be there for me, please let me be there for you. Let me in,” she whispers against my lips and my heart is soaring. I crush my mouth onto hers and she wraps her arms even tighter around my neck.

  “I will baby. I promise,” I say against her soft lips and I can feel her smile. Minutes fly by until we feel the car slow down and stop, finally at my house. I help her adjust her dress before we open the door.