Never Say Goodbye

by Angie Merriam

  “Screw breakfast. You are my breakfast,” I growled up at her just before I pulled her onto my lap. Her legs straddled my lap, the robe falling to either side of her. The only thing between her sweet spot and my cock was my own boxer shorts. She began swirling her hips around softly, dry fucking my cock, making the normally soft fabric hard and restricting. “You’re going to be the death of me woman and what a sweet death it will be.”

  Her mouth covered mine as her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair. Her hips continued to gyrate. She was playing dirty. Her robe had completely fallen off her shoulders down to her waist. The only thing holding it on was the belt tied around her waist. “How about you let me take off these boxers so I can fuck you sideways,” I got out between our deep kisses. She smiled at me, still not moving off of my lap but grinding into me. What a tease. She leaned back slightly, giving me an all access view of her tits and pussy. “Make me get off of you, Elijah,” she taunted, forgetting that I was larger and stronger than her.

  Before she knew what was happening I cleared the table, sending any dishes that were on it crashing to the floor and had her bent across the table, face down. “You’re a dirty girl today,” I panted.

  “You started it by sucking on my breasts. You know how much that turns me on.”

  “You shouldn’t tease me with that robe, baby. Your nipple was begging for my mouth.” I slapped her ass gently. She gasped quietly. I slid my finger between her folds and felt the warm, wetness that was waiting for me. “You’re so wet, baby,” I whispered as I slid a finger inside her. She moaned again, pushing against my hand. I slapped her ass a little harder this time making her squeal in pleasure.

  “See, you’re a naughty girl that likes being spanked.” I slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red mark.

  “Your ass is beautiful when it’s all red.” I slapped her a few more times with one hand while the other caressed the walls of her vagina. I felt her insides begin to tremble and pulled my finger out. “Hang on, baby,” I taunted and saw her grip the edges of the table, anticipating my thrusts.

  I entered her with a quick, hard thrust that made her scream. I continued to slam into her as she continued to scream my name.

  “Cum with me, baby, right now.”

  “I’m cumming, baby. Harder, harder,” she begged and I obliged until we both erupted in pleasure. Our bodies quaking and my legs threatening to give out under my weight. I collapsed across her, trying to catch my breath and steady myself.

  “How about that breakfast now,” I whispered in her ear.

  “How about you help me wash in the shower, maybe fuck me again, then breakfast.”

  “I love it when you say fuck,” I said with a laugh before pulling out of her and standing up. I carried her to the shower where we made love again before washing up and heading to breakfast.

  The days that followed were much of the same. I was an addict by nature only this time I was addicted to her body. I craved her. Needed her. Lucky for me, she seemed to need me just as badly.

  The day before Elsie’s arrival we cleaned both of our houses and shopped for groceries. Chinda admitted she was nervous about seeing Elsie again. She remembered how close they had were in high school but was still worried they might not connect or that Elsie might still be angry with her for taking off like she did after Charlie’s accident. Nothing I said eased her worries though. I figured they wouldn’t go away until Elsie got here and showed her that she wasn’t angry.

  I waited, somewhat impatiently, for my sister’s arrival. When the knock on the door came I nearly jumped up and ran to the door with Chinda right beside me. I had my hand on the knob. “Ready?” I asked her. “Absolutely,” she said with a smile. I turned the knob and pulled the door open to see my beautiful sister with a giant belly. I almost cried when I saw her.

  “Hi, baby brother,” she greeted with outstretched arms.

  “Hey, sis,” I replied walking into her arms. We hugged hard for a long time.

  “I’ve missed you, Elijah.”

  “I’ve missed you too, Els.” I pulled back slightly and saw she was crying as was I. We both laughed a little nervously. I saw Christian standing behind her. I let go of my sister and went to him. “Hey, buddy, it’s good to see you again,” I offered with my hand outstretched for a shake. He grabbed my hand then pulled me into a hug. “Don’t act all fucking formal, Elijah. I’ve missed the hell out of you, brotha.”

  “Yeah, I missed you too.” He released me and I turned to find Chinda and Elsie embraced in each other’s arms. I could hear both of their sobs as they reconnected in those few moments. I sometimes forgot that they were best friends and that Elsie had hurt almost as bad as I did when we ‘lost’ her. Christian and I stood and watched the two of them, both unwilling to let go of the other.

  “Elsie has been talking nonstop about her, dude. Feels like I already know her thanks to Elsie,” Christian said with a smile.

  “Yeah, I sometimes forget how close they were and how hard it was on Elsie when we lost her. I’m an asshole sometimes,” I admitted. Christian chuckled and slapped me on the back.

  “Yes, you are, my friend, but we love you anyway.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  “Speaking of people that would agree to your being an asshole but love you anyway,” Christian began just before turning back towards the driveway. This broke Elsie and Chinda apart as Els came excitedly to stand beside me. “Oh yeah, we brought a surprise,” she said through her tears.

  “Really?” I asked as Christian walked away a little, waving his hands at something. I couldn’t see the car since they parked on the far side of Chinda’s driveway beside her car. A few seconds later I saw them. Neil and Nathan came strutting out from around the cars, shit eating grins plastered across their lookalike faces. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I exclaimed, walking to them. “I’m so fucking happy to see you guys.” I hugged each of them.

  “Yeah, guess we kind of missed you, asshole,” Neil said with a smile.

  “Thought we better come out here and see what the hell you’ve been up to. Maybe make some music,” Nate said as he sucker punched me in the gut. I anticipated the jab and backed away, making it more of a tap but I doubled over anyway in mock pain.

  “Come on guys, come meet Chinda.” I brought them over to where she stood with Elsie and Christian.

  “Chinda, meet the band. This is Christian, Neil, and Nathan but we call him Nate. Guys, meet Chinda, my fiancée,” I introduced to shocked faces. I went to stand beside Chinda again, my arm around her shoulder. She looked at all of them shyly before offering a, “Hello, nice to meet you,” with an outstretched hand.

  “Fucking fiancée?” Neil asked and I couldn’t tell if it was surprise, excitement, or horror that laced his words.

  “Yeah, we haven’t set a date yet but yes, we are engaged,” I said proudly. Silence filled the air for what seemed like forever before Elsie broke it.

  “It’s about damn time she became my sister! Looks like we have a wedding to plan,” she exclaimed. More hugs were passed around as each of my bandmates hugged Chinda, then me again in congratulations. After the introductions and congratulations were over we showed everyone around her place and mine, where they would all be staying. We had just finished the tour when Aaron’s bus pulled up.

  “Is that my nephew?” Elsie asked excitedly.

  “Yeah, he’ll be getting off in a second. Wait until you see him, sis, he’s amazing.” Just then Aaron stepped off the bus and ran up the driveway. He stopped and slowed when he saw the four strangers standing there, watching him. I ran over to him. “Hey, buddy. I have some people that want to meet you,” I began before he cut me off, his eyes wide with excitement. “Wow, Dad, is that Aunt Elsie and the band?”

  “Sure is, son.” He handed me his backpack and went to Elsie, who was obviously trying hard not to cry though it wasn’t really working.

  “Hi, Aunt Elsie, I’ve been waiting to meet you,” he said before wrapping
his arms around her belly in a hug.

  “I’ve been waiting to meet you too, buddy,” she replied through tears, hugging him back. She looked at me over his head and smiled. Her look said, wow he’s amazing, and I smiled back telling her I know. He was introduced to the rest of the guys and he excitedly told them how much he loves Briston’s music and that I’d been teaching him to play the guitar.

  We all moved inside as Aaron chatted with the guys and Chinda and Elsie huddled together. I watched everyone from my chair in the corner. I felt at peace. I felt happy. Being with all of them again was a fantastic feeling. The night passed quickly and Aaron protested slightly when we told him it was bedtime.

  “Your eyes are drooping, buddy. They’ll be here tomorrow too,” I told him. He gave in, hugging everyone before heading off to bed. We stayed up and talked for a little while longer. Nate told me how the girl in Vegas tricked him into thinking she was pregnant. He was all ready to settle down with her when she confessed that she lied. Things ended badly for them but he was happily single as was Neil. They told us about their travels through Europe over the last few months and both of them seemed happy and content in life. I was happy as hell to have my friends in my home. It was nearly midnight before they made their way to my house and Chinda and I went to bed. I was laying there wide awake, thinking when she spoke in the darkness.

  “Can’t sleep?” She asked.

  “Nah, too much adrenaline I guess.”

  “I’m glad everyone came. You looked so happy surrounded by your bandmates and Elsie.”

  “Yeah, they’ve been my only friends for a long time. Outside of Holly, they are my only friends. They’re more like family though. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I saw them.”

  “Must be a good feeling knowing they are still there with you huh? I know you were worried they wouldn’t come back to the band.”

  “Yeah, I underestimated them for sure.”

  “I was surprised how quickly Elsie and I reconnected. I mean I remembered her of course, but I forgot how much I loved her until I saw her. It was great catching up with her.”

  “Yeah, she’s terrific. She loved you like crazy but I failed to be there for her when we lost you. I was such a mess. I’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for Elsie. I was walking a dangerous line and when I came to close to tipping to the wrong side she’d pull me back. I owe that girl my life. I’m happy she’s found happiness with Christian. She deserves it.”

  “Yes, she does. Hey, Elijah, I know we haven’t set a date for the wedding yet but everyone we’d want to be at the wedding is here, except Frankie, but she could be here quickly if I ask her to be. I think we should get married soon. While they’re all here. What do you think?” Her hand fidgeted in mine as we lay side by side in bed. God, I love that woman.

  “I think that is a great idea. I can’t wait to make an honest woman of you and the fact that you want to be my wife and have my band and sister here makes me so fucking happy. Call Frankie tomorrow, tell her to get here as soon as possible. Two weeks long enough for you to plan it?”

  “Eeeeekkkk…” she shrieked. “Two weeks it is.” She rolled on top of me. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Elijah Briston. I love you, baby.”

  “I love you too,” I replied before she kissed me. I made love to her that night like it was the first time before we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chinda

  I woke before Elijah after a night of passionate lovemaking and him telling me to start planning our wedding. If only I could show him how happy he made me. I tried in every way I knew how with my body but worried it wasn’t enough. I watched him sleep, the sun shining softly through the window casting an angel like glow across his face. He was so perfect he took my breath away. His hair fell in waves around his strong face. I gently swept his hair from his face before letting my finger gently trace the bridge of his nose, under his eyes and over his masculine cheekbones. I traced the outline of his perfect lips before dragging my finger down his chin, to his neck and finally to his sculpted chest.

  He stirred slightly and I stilled my hand, not wanting to wake him, but needing to touch him. He settled, and I continued my private exploration of his body. My hand traveled across his shoulders and down his toned arms then onto his stomach, which was stretched tightly across his muscles. The blanket was only covering his thighs, leaving me to touch the indentations on either side of his hips just before I reached his manhood and gently cupped his balls in my hand.

  “Good morning, baby,” he said sleepily. Damn, I was caught.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Waking up to my beautiful angel cupping my balls is the best way to be woken up.” I felt myself blush at his words. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said softly, pulling me up to him. My head laid across his chest while his hand gently rubbed my back. I continued to caress his manhood and watched as it went from limp to hard in a matter of seconds under my touch. “Mmmm, morning sex. Yes, I could definitely get used to this,” he said breathlessly. It gave me a sense of control and pride knowing I could excite him with just the touch of my hand.

  I would never tell him that his time with Holly still haunted me. I understand their relationship and accept it and even liked her yet it doesn’t change the fact that she helped him do what I should have helped him with, coming to peace with himself. I take full responsibility and know that him being with her was because of my running, but it still hurt me to know another woman was able to get so close to him. Seeing him excited by my touch helped my insecurities where Holly was concerned. I shouldn’t be jealous of a dead girl, except I was, and it bothered me. Time would take the feelings away and in the meantime, pleasing him would suffice to smother my jealousy.

  He was moaning softly while his fingers rubbed gentle circles across my back. I slowly began kissing his chest, then stomach, and then the base of his penis before taking it in my mouth. His body stiffened, and his hand stilled as I took the full length of him over and over. His hand moved from my back to my head where it wound its way through my hair, pulling slightly. I continued my course of action, licking him from root to tip, sucking the head gently at first then more vigorously as he moaned louder. My hand still had his balls rolled into it.

  “Baby, I’m going to cum,” he breathed in warning. I turned my head slightly to look at him trying to tell him with my eyes that it was okay to let go, I wanted him to. I needed him to. He looked into my eyes briefly before I felt his shaft begin to pulse under my tongue. I sucked harder, my hand pumping where my mouth couldn’t reach, milking him until my mouth was full of him. When the pulsing slowed and his penis softened a little, I let it fall from my mouth before scooting back up to my place across his chest.

  “Wow,” was all he said but his racing heart that I felt under my head told me more than words ever could. I smiled to myself, pleased to have pleased him. Today we planned to announce our wedding to our friends and family. The thought excited me. I couldn’t wait but I had a ton of planning to do and wouldn’t get anything done if I stayed there, cuddled up with Elijah. I forced myself off him and out of bed.

  “Hey, where you going?” He whined a little, reaching for me. When I looked at him I had to remind myself to breathe. Even in the morning he was sexy. His wavy hair was messy and he was completely nude but the lust I saw in his eyes as he looked at me made me ache for him in my own way. I couldn’t do it though. I had to plan my wedding. I shot him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I have to plan our wedding. We’ll never get married if I stay in bed with you all day.” I pulled my robe on and tied it closed.

  He was on his side, propped up on one arm but fell back in exasperated defeat, at my denial to get back in bed. “So dramatic,” I teased. He had his arm thrown over his face, one eye peeking at me. His chest was finely chiseled but not too bulky with tattoos engraved across his chest and abdomen. His sculpted arms also covered in ink that told the
story of his life. I love his tattoos. Watching him peek at me with the devil’s grin and naked glory almost makes me jump back into bed with him. I resist.