A Love We Deserve (True Love Book 2) (21 page)

“I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t wearing that necklace. It was the only piece of him she had, other than me, of course. She gave it to me before she died, and told me to give it to my Georgia peach. She heard about how much I cared for you after listening to me. I guess I didn’t realize just how much I talked about you until she said that. At first I couldn’t bear the thought of her taking it off, but she said it had always given her such joy, and that joy didn’t have to die just because she was. Of course, I couldn’t tell you all that when I gave it to you. At that point I didn’t even know if you liked me.”

What do I say to all of that? It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. What could he have possibly said to his mother for her to pick up on how much he liked me? My hand instinctively reaches up and grabs the little peach. It must have magical powers in it because I think of him whenever I touch it. I’m intrigued to know more.

“Your father, was he in the military?”

“I don’t really know, I think so. I think his parents forced him to join. He did it thinking he would return, but he never came back. I don’t know if he died, or what. My mom cut off all contact with both families, so I’ve never known for sure.”

“Have you ever thought about looking for him? Aren’t you curious?”

“No, especially not while my mom was still alive. It’s best for me to believe he’s dead, and not out there somewhere. It would drive me crazy. Anyway, I just needed you to know the truth about the necklace. Are you mad?”

“Mad? For what? I feel honored to have it. I love it, too. It reminds me of home, you and now your parents. I have to confess though, I saw your mom wearing it in the picture of her you brought to the shelter. I thought maybe you gave one to both of us.”

“Come here, baby.”

He pats his lap, and I oblige straddling his hips with my legs. He wraps the blanket around me, and hugs me tight. The crackling fire is hypnotic, and he gently rocks me back and forth to a song only he can hear. He leans back, takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. I’ve been through every human emotion in the last twenty-four hours. Loneliness, pity, shock, anger, surprise, love, fury, despair, guilt, sadness and love again. All I want to do now is lose myself in this man.

He stands up, and keeps me wrapped around his waist as he walks to his bedroom. We lie down with each other and begin to make love. He removes my bra, and undresses himself. I feel how hard he is against my leg as we kiss. I waste no time. I reach down, grab him and guide him in. I’ve learned how to relax my body so that I can take more of his length. He moans against my neck when he feels my warm softness. He rolls his hips to make close contact with my clit. I’m sensitive from before; it feels so good.

I squeeze myself tight around his hard shaft. He releases a deep moan, and covers my mouth with his own. Our kisses are insistent, full of desire. He opens his eyes, and stares deeply into mine. I feel as if he can see into my soul.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back. You make me feel like I’m sixteen, having sex for the first time. You’re amazing, Melanie.”

I can’t help myself. After he says that, I squeeze him as hard as I can. He wasn’t kidding, he groans and curses as he spills his come deep inside me. He collapses down on the bed beside me. His breath is ragged, and he appears frustrated.

“Jesus, woman, I told you! That feels so fucking good; I have no control. You’re my weak spot. However, now we have a problem.”

I sit up, nervous. What problem?

“What are you talking about?”

I know I sound panicked, but I can’t imagine what he’s talking about.

“Calm down, sweetheart!” He laughs. “All I meant is that I owe
you
something. That’s
my
problem, and I’ll take care of that right away.”

His face is dark, and deadly sexy. He taps his fingers together like he’s pondering one of life’s most difficult questions.

“Where to begin.”

He’s regained his energy, and it’s all aimed in my direction. He lifts up my rear, and places a pillow beneath it. He climbs back on top of me, but keeps his body weight on his arms. He’s starting from the beginning. He begins to kiss my neck again, and slowly travels down to my tits. Each slow suckle of my nipple pulls deeply at my core. He might make me come just from doing that. I don’t think that’s his plan, though, because he doesn’t stay there long. He continues to kiss the heated skin on my belly as he heads farther down my torso. Oh shit,
no
. He just came inside me; he’s not doing…
that
. I pull my legs in as much as I can with him between them, to let him know he doesn’t have to do this. He laughs and shakes his head.

“No way can you stop me now, baby. I want to taste you like this, and I want you to come while I do it. I want to feel you quiver against my mouth. Just relax. Remember, I love you. Just relax and enjoy it.”

I try to relax the muscles of my thighs, and when I feel his mouth down there, they open right up for him. He takes his time, massaging my legs, and inner thighs while his tongue makes small circles around my clit. I’m bracing myself for what I know is coming next. His tongue travels to my wet slit, covered in his juices. It doesn’t bother him at all; in fact, it seems to arouse him even more. He squeezes my thighs hard with his large hands. His licking begins gentle and slow, but the pace is getting faster. He’s determined to make me come without control like I did to him. It’s working. His rigid tongue is exploring with reckless abandon. He reaches my clit once again, and I explode. I feel my eyes roll back as he continues to devour me. The feeling is heightened even more when I feel his finger enter me and stroke my sensitive pussy. My orgasm is climbing, trying to find the peak. I hear my voice scream out. I hope his bedroom walls are thick, because otherwise his neighbors might call the police. Fuck, that was incredible.

He climbs back up my body to face me. He leans in for a kiss, but I playfully push him away.

“No, sir, don’t you dare!”

He’s laughing, and his face is glistening. He hops up out of bed and goes to the bathroom. I hear the sink, and after a couple of minutes he’s back in bed.

“All better?”

He smiles and shows me he’s clean. I smell toothpaste. He’s too cute.

“Yes, thank you.
Now
you can kiss me.”

* * *

I wake up in this beautiful man’s warm bed. I know we embraced all night, but I reach over and he’s not there. I hear the bedroom door open, and the sight takes my breath away. He’s standing shirtless in the doorway, holding a breakfast tray. I could stare at that vision forever. Wherever he got the food must be close by and a five-star place, because it smells incredible.

“You know all the best food places, don’t you? Did they give you the tray, too? Whatever it is, it’s making my mouth water. I’m starved!”

I get up to see if I can help. He shakes his head and nods back to the bed.

“I’ll have you know,
I
made this. Just because I eat a lot of takeout, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook. My mom made sure I did. I’ve just never had a reason to do it for anyone other than myself. I can’t remember when I’ve felt so happy in the kitchen. Now, have a seat, little lady, I made us a feast.”

“I stand corrected. You continue to surprise me, Mr. Eyre. I just need to hit the bathroom real fast, and I’ll be right back, OK?”

He gives me a killer smile, and backs up to let me pass. He leans in as I walk by and steals a quick kiss on my cheek. I feel like I’ll melt. He does the sweetest little things, but where do they come from? He admitted himself that he never had a relationship before. I’m not going to overthink it; I’ll ruin it if I do.

When I arrive back in the bedroom, the image I see is incredible. He’s sitting up in his bed, naked after removing his pajama pants, and he’s poured us both cups of coffee. He has that happy, just-fucked-his-brains-out sexy look down perfectly. His hair is messy, and he has just the perfect amount of stubble on his face. He looks better than breakfast.

“Come.”

He pats the spot in bed next to him.

“You know, you should really build up to something like this. You’ll spoil me too soon, and I’ll take all this for granted.”

I pray he knows I’m kidding.

“I won’t ever let that happen. I plan on spoiling you rotten, so you better get used to it. Ready to eat?”

The tray has bacon, scrambled eggs, fresh berries with yogurt and muffins. He also poured us orange juice, and made a full carafe of coffee. I guess we’re going to be in bed for a while, and that’s fine by me. He hands me a small plate, a napkin and fork.

“Oh, Brian, this is incredible. Thank you for this. I was going to offer to buy you breakfast. You certainly earned one after last night.”

He blushes. Oh Jesus, is there anything cuter than a big strong guy who blushes?

“Come on, after everything we’ve done to each other in the last forty-eight hours, you’re going to get embarrassed on me now?”

He takes the empty plate from my hands, and in an instant, his mood changes.

“Oh, baby, I have barely begun to do all the things I’ve dreamed about doing with you.”

Oh shit. Now it’s my turn to blush. He throws our plates on the tray, and clumsily sets it on the side table. He lips are on me fast. It’s a miracle we made it through our meal.

“I only have you for today and tonight before you go home to be with your boys. There’s so much I want to do with you, but if we don’t make love right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything else. I love you, Melanie. I’ve always dreamed of sharing a Christmas with someone I loved.
Today
is our Christmas.”

He has the same innocent look that he did when we were buying his Christmas tree.

“All right,
today
is our Christmas. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

He grins, and rolls over onto his back. He lifts me up easily and places me on top of him. My breasts bounce, they’re full and heavy, and he grabs them.

“I want you like this. I want to watch your beautiful body on me.”

He pulls me down a little, to suckle one of my breasts. His lips, so soft and needy, drive me wild. Never breaking contact, he lifts me by the hips, and lowers me down onto his erection. I’m a little sore at first contact from all of our activity last night, but that feeling is quickly replaced by pleasure. He must have seen me wince, because he stops.

“What? What is it? Are you OK?” He sounds panicked.

I close my eyes, slowly nod my head, and I really begin to move. Knowing how it affects him, I decide not to put the squeeze on just yet. I just raise and lower my body to take him in fully. He’s trying his best to lie still, and allow me to have the control. It doesn’t last long. He flips us over and turns our bodies so that he’s standing next to the bed with my legs in his hands. He bends and leans his body against my legs and pushes them into my chest. It’s so tight this way, it feels incredible. He’s stroking the sweet spot inside me, and my orgasm comes quickly.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Brian, fuck me!”

That pushes him over the brink, and he spills into me with a hard thrust and a moan. He says my name like it’s a song. He backs up to free my legs from this position, and he massages them as he falls onto the bed.

“Oh, baby, what have you done to me? I’m in deep.”

He says it so quietly, I’m not sure if it was intended for me to hear. I try my best to not react visibly to it, so I turn my head away to gather myself. I don’t have to question anything with him. Contrary to other aspects of his personality, he’s openly shared his feelings about me. It touches me deeply. I want to include him in my entire world, but I know I can’t. Not just yet. I do remind him of what he said earlier, though, about our day. I ruffle his messy hair.

“Hey there, sex god, didn’t you say we had a lot to do today? We’d better get moving. I don’t want to waste one second of our first Christmas.”

He gives me a fast peck on the cheek and runs to shower. He’s out in less than three minutes, and comes out looking like a damned model. That is
not
fair. I’m still naked, lounging in post-coital glow.

“Get a move on! Ho-ho-ho!”

He’s laughing and dressing quickly. He cleans up the dishes while I roll myself out of bed. I don’t want to linger, so I take a quick shower and throw my hair up in a ponytail. That’ll have to be good enough.

We have one of the most memorable days of my life. He was serious when he said he wanted to do it all for our Christmas. We went shopping for each other, had a snowball fight in the park, enjoyed some hot chocolate, the works. I took enough pictures of us to fill an album. I'm eager to see my kids, but the thought of leaving him alone for Christmas is breaking my heart. I don’t want to leave him at all, let alone over the holidays. The kids are out of school, so I don’t know when I’ll have alone time with him again. This is his first Christmas without his mother so I know it will be difficult. If I thought I could hide my feelings around him for a second, I’d have him over to our place, but I don’t want to confuse the boys right now, especially over Christmas. We have plenty of time.