Crown's Chance at Love (57 page)

“Only because you want to get off!” she hisses. “Jesus Mike, why don’t you go find someone else to go have mediocre sex with!” she snaps at me. She once again tries to get free of my embrace. Squirming and bucking against me, she tries, but I hold her close, tightly. I can tell what I said to her had done the impact I had wanted, and damn if it doesn’t hurt. It kills me to think she honestly thought I could feel that way. But I’d been enough of a bastard to let her think I hadn’t given a shit about her.

“Let go of me Mike!” she says as she fights me.

“No” I say gruffly.

“Mike, let go of me,” she says louder, squirming, trying to get out of my embrace. We’re both a little breathless. The air around us only getting warmer and heavier.

“I said NO!” holding on tighter to her.

“Damn it Mike! LET ME GO!” she yells and squirms, but my hold is tight on her. Then something in me just breaks.

“No. No. I can’t! I won’t damn it! I can’t be an idiot again,” my voice cracks. She goes completely still. Her back straightens as we are both breathing hard trying to catch our breath. My forehead presses on the middle of her back.

My arms tight around her waist, her sweet round ass presses tight against my stiff cock. I kiss her back. My lips lightly touching the soft skin of her back, licking and tasting her sweet skin. My hands go onto her thighs, my fingers kneading her skin hard and desperately. Desperately needing to bury myself in her. To make her mine. To make her see how not mediocre we are together.

“Don’t you fucking get it! I need YOU,” I growl into her ear as she tries to fight me, not as much as she had been, but she fights none the less.

My hands go to her breasts and I pull her dress down as gently as I can so as not to ruin the dress. I immediately grab her beautiful breasts in my hand and squeeze them. Feeling their weight in my hands. Her head goes back and I let it fall between my shoulder and face, her breath hitched. Her skin is hot and silky smooth. I groan when I feel how hard her nipples are at my fingers as I pinch them a little. I hear her whimper. Feeling her try to rub her thighs together.

“You fucking want me,” I growl into her ear. I grab her hand pulling it to my front making her feel my thick hard erection.

“Fuck baby, you make me so damn hard. Don’t you see that? Can’t you feel it? I need you. Now. Tell me you need me,” I whisper into her ear, my voice slightly hoarse. I lick and kiss the sensitive skin on her lobe. I buck up into her and hear her moan. Surprising me she rolls her hips back against me, and I am hanging on by a thin thread.

I kiss her neck, letting the stubble on my chin graze her bare shoulders. I kiss the sweet spot on her neck she always seemed to melt when I touched. I hear her soft whimpers as she grinds back against me. She moves her neck, giving me more space to kiss and nip and lick the spot that drives her crazy.

“Tell me I can have into that pretty pink pussy. Tell me it’s mine,” I say hoarsely into her ear and feel her shiver again. I watch her skin fill with goosebumps beneath my fingers. I want to smile at her reaction to me. At the way she responds to me. She loves when I talk dirty to her.

“Lift your dress,” I command, my heart beating hard, my dick throbbing, needing to feel her.

She freezes for a second and I worry that she is going to tell me to stop. If she does I will. I just don’t want her to say no, and silently pray that she doesn’t. What feels like the longest couple of seconds in my life, my heart and time stand still.

She doesn’t tell me no. Instead her hands go to her thighs and they try to lift the material. My dick twitches at the realization she is going to give into me. I help her quickly only to have her lift her delicious ass from my front for a couple of seconds while I unzip, my cock now standing at attention. I don’t even pull my pants down, just pull my dick out of my boxer briefs. By this time, her dress is at her waist and she opens her legs slightly as she is about to sit on my cock that already has a bead of pre cum at the tip.

“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?