Trust Me (42 page)

Chad was kissing along my neck and his hands stroking down my arms when he paused. He saw it and I felt his body melt into me.

“Is that…” His words were lost as he rolled from on top of me and flicked on the over head light to get a better look. He was stunned speechless, not common for Chad. “Carrie…” He swallowed and looked at me with all the love and honor and peace I think any person could have.

It was Dorothy.

“Am I still your Dorothy?”

Chad crumbled before me and fell to his knees, sobs wracking his body, his face buried against the lowest part of my tummy. “You have always been my Dorothy.” He cried and I of course cry right along with him because seeing him this way, any man this way, is usually reserved for a wedding day or the birth of a child. In our case it was me being his Dorothy.

“I love you Chad. This is the forever love. I got Dorothy back in December and I was getting her whether I was still yours or not. She is my promise to you that I will always be your home.”

“Fuck babe. We are meant to be you know that right?” He asks this and stands to remove his shirt and my mouth go’s dry. It has been months since I have seen him shirtless and let me tell you… my memory sucks bad. Every defined inch of his lean chest is carved to perfection, the ‘V’ at his hips makes me salivate at the sight. What he says next though unravels me completely. “Only something this strong could make me cry like a pussy.”

I smile but say nothing because it’s his way of admitting his weakness for me. This moment is ours though and I will never tell a soul about his tears.

“I remembered your promise too baby.” He moves to me and we are naked chest to naked chest and I am so home it’s not funny. “Look at my promise to you. I got it the day you left me.” He shows me his side and there is script there.

“How blest am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds is to be free; then where my hand is set, my seal shall be. Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be to taste whole joys.”

Holy fuck
!

“Oh my God!” It’s the remaining of my John Donne poem that was my gift to Chad before I even knew he would be the one receiving it.

“I’m your promise baby and you’re my home.”

“I love you!” I say through sobs as my lips and hands seek him out.

He guides me to the bed with his kiss, our feet tangling in the urgency to be connected in every way. “I need to get inside you baby. I was tested this time, I haven’t touched a woman since Seattle and I will only ever touch you again.” His lips are pulling at my nipples making it hard to think. “tell me I can come inside you baby.”

“I trust you.” I say and it is the only answer he wants or needs.

There is no foreplay. Six months apart was foreplay enough and I needed him inside me. Before I could let him inside me I needed to see him, all of him. My poem on his side, my fingers wrapped around him. I opened my legs in a selfless invitation and guided every long thick inch of him inside me, bringing him home to me for good.

“Jesus fuck, I have missed you baby.” He says and lays a hand between my breasts to feel my beating heart. His other hand is on the bed beside my head and he is rocking into me slow and deep making sure he feels all of me and I feel all of him. “You’re so tight…” He mumbles to himself and I moan such a needy and greedy sound I actually blush.

“Arch your back baby, let me deeper.”

I do as he asks and feel him slip farther than ever before. “I love you Chad.” I say as I climb that inevitable hill that will lurch my body off and into oblivion. He has me close, hitting the head of his cock on the top of my cervix and tapping my G spot with determination. He knows my body as well as he knows his guitar and works it just as perfectly. “Right there babe.” I pant and he chuckles the cocky sex God he is. He knows what he’s doing without question.

“Come for me Carrie. Please baby I can’t…” He never finished the sentence because I came with his command and felt him kick off inside me marking me as his once again.

We cried out together, promising love and forever and I knew that it was right.

Dorothy and John Donne came together and created a home of promise, love and security in the heart of our own Emerald City.

I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm.
I'll follow you down, while we're passing through space
I don't care if we fall from grace
I'll follow you down to where forever lies
Without a doubt I’m on your side
There's nowhere else that I would rather be
Am not about to comprise, give you up to say goodbye
I'll guide you through the deep I'll keep you close to me!
Shinedown

Epilogue

Chad took me and Noah out to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings because that was who they were and I loved it. They drank cheap beer hung out with some fans and then to my complete surprise he looked at Noah and handed him a shot of Jameson.

“So look, there was something I need to run by you guys.” He seemed nervous and that was so not Chad’s style. He could talk a room full of Eskimo’s into buying ice he was that comfortable in his skin.

“Okay man shoot.” Noah said but waited to take the shot because Chad hadn’t touched his yet.

He looked to both of us, his ball cap on backwards and his deep grey hoodie making him impossible to ignore…at least for me. “Well, here’s the thing. Your dad he was a sick prick without a soul and he could never ever deserve what I am about to ask.” He looks at us both as if trying to gouge our reactions but we are both still waiting. Nothing he has said makes sense other than our dad sucks at life.
That
we knew.

“Noah, you’re my brother, my best friend and my band mate. You are the greatest man I know and the closest thing to a father my girl has. You always had her back even when she was wrong. Because of you she was able to let me in, to trust me and promise me things she never thought she would have.”

He is choking on the words but I know he won’t cry and neither will Noah but I am crying because I am sure I know where he is going.

“I want to marry her. I want to be her husband and give her babies and never make her want for anything. I want your blessing and I want you to give me her hand with my promise that I would die protecting her.”

“Holy fuck!” I gasp because
yay
! I was right!

Noah seemed to take in Chad’s words and looked between the two of us for what felt like forever. I was about to kick him when he finally spoke, his eyes pinned on me. “I did as best as I could by you Carrie. I fucked shit up though too. I don’t doubt you love Chad or he you, but I fought so hard to keep you from ever being with someone like him that I didn’t see that he was what you needed.” Now he looked to Chad who looked like he was about to kick Noah too. “I’m fucking glad that I made you work for her, I made you stew and pine so that you knew how fucking special she is. You knew already though and you waited for her. You went leaps and bounds and made deals even the devil wouldn’t have made to find her flower and her music. You opened her up and made her live in a way I never would have been able to. You’re my brother by bone and by soul and I would never deny you what you do best and what you’re best at is loving Carrie. Fuck yes bro, she’s always been yours.”

He stood and took his shot before pulling Chad into a man hug that was full of hidden tears and emotion simply because they were men. Chad slammed his shot and without hesitation he dropped to one knee right there on the filthy floor of Buffalo Wild Wings. The place went silent and every person with a cell phone close enough would have this moment on YouTube within the hour. All I cared about was him on his knee before me.

“There is nothing I won’t do for your smile. I’ll listen to country music. I’ll buy you all the girl shit you want or need. I’ll fill our house with night blooming jasmine, I’ll make you our own boathouse in Gig and I’ll never
not
be in love with you. Not a single day goes by that you’re not my first thought in the morning and my last before bed. You’re my it, my all, my everything. Marry me Carrie?”

I had a million and one things to say but nothing came because I was sobbing. I nodded and flew myself into his arms, an answer on my lips and all I had was a nod.

“I want to say yes for certain so yes!” I kiss him and pull him close holding him to me tightly.

“Thank fuck!” I hear from behind us and see Candy, Cal, Shamus and Lilly and Seth all behind us. It was Cal that spoke though and my tears were renewed now that everyone I loved was here…except for Cassa. I made a vow to call her the first chance I had to pee.

“Shots for everyone!” Chad yelled and he meant the entire place. Rockstar moves on a rockstar budget.

As the shots were passed around he made his way to me, eyes on mine and love all over the fucking place. “Want to make a toast with me Future Mrs. Blake?”

“I would love to but I can’t.” My smile is soft and shy and he leans in.

He cocks his head to the side and looks at me. “You are aren’t you?” He asks and he is referring to our conversation last night.

I nod and he pulls me into him so excited I am overjoyed. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am. At least that’s what the test said this morning. You stole my thunder asking us out tonight. I had a whole thing planned and decided I would tell you at home but then you one upped me.”

“Even my sperm love you baby. We tried and succeeded our first bang out the gate!” He hoots out loud between us and I roll my eyes.

“Charming baby.”

“Fuck Charming baby.” He says it against my lips and I can’t help but think that maybe yes his sperm do love me. We had discussed kids and marriage in length with no preference to what one came first. Based on the tour we had decided that now would have been a time to try if we didn’t want to wait a few years so off birth control I went. My book was done and the second tour would be over after the baby was born. I told him last night that we might be because I was late, tired and I had gotten sick that morning.

He had been so excited and I demanded he not get his hopes up.

The bastard one upped me!

“I am always gonna one up you baby. I at least needed a ring on that finger of yours before you told me my baby was in your belly.” As the master of one upping me he did it in perfect style once again. Pulling from his pocket a moderate sized diamond that was so old, the band of gold was thin and the setting was loose.

“This was my grandma’s. Gramps gave it to her forty-eight years ago and when I asked for it he didn’t hesitate. I’ll buy you your own because this is old and special and it’s what I want to give you now and the day we marry but its special and ours. We can buy you an everyday ring, any ring you want but marry me with this one please.”

Like I said. One upped me.

Yes Chad. I love it and you and our baby.

“Forever baby?” He asks and slips it on my finger, the perfect fit a sign.

“Forever.”

The End!

Be on the lookout for:

Sass and Shame, book two in the TAT series.

What you may or may not know about Melanie Walker

I spend most of my time drinking coffee, hanging with the two coolest kids I know-mine, drinking coffee, writing, drinking coffee and then watching some kind of bad reality TV I refuse to name…and drinking coffee.

I went into this self publishing thing telling myself that I would stick to my three rules:

1) As long as I am the lone publisher, I will NEVER charge more than 3.99 for an e-book.

2) I will ALWAYS have a happily ever after ending for my H&H it’s everyone else who might get hung off the cliff.

3) I will listen to my fans whether they are 1 or 1 million, I am nothing without them.

I have the most wild imagination ever, and I spend most of my free time (when not drinking coffee) thinking up ways to build my characters.

No, in case you were wondering, I am not a lunatic but I absolutely talk to my characters and listen to what they have to say.

My office is a hall closet and all that means is I never use the office.

I will one day buy myself an fj Cruiser because that is really all I want to feel cool…lol.

I WILL one day go on a vacation to Disneyland and actually hang with Belle, Beast, Briar, Winter and Ashess.

I will never dedicate a book to my hubby or my kids because it seems wrong. I write some steamy stuff and so yeah, not dedicating to my kids or to the hubby who wonders why I keep saying my HERO is hot!

I chat A LOT on facebook with my fans.

I have a book obsession (physical books like ppb and hard back) that is putting me real close to an intervention on Hoarders. I now have to make a judgment if the book is GOOD ENOUGH to be on my SHELF… Yes mine are on there…

I want to be able to work with foundations in the future when I can afford the cut in pay and the time away from my kiddo’s.

My best friend is almost always hidden in one of my books somewhere as my shout out to her. It can be a name, a word a scene…most are inside jokes and it’s funny telling her where they are in said book.

I write while listening to music, extremely loud and usually with headphones on.

I am almost always writing while watching my ‘favorite TV’ shows. When in reality I only stop writing for:

Ink Master

Jersylicious

Big Rich Texas

Big Rich Atlanta

Master Ink

Bones

SYTYCD

Master Chef

Hells Kitchen

I am usually in the heart of writers block when I watch TV.

I have a cat named Izze who is a total bitch

I have a fish named Homey who eats the scum off the tank

My favorite band is Alice In Chains and Nickleback a distant second

My favorite musician of ALL time is Van Morrison

I have four sisters, One brother. Two amazing sister in law’s, Two amazing brother in law’s, four nephews, three nieces and none of this includes the bestie and her brood who are equally important and loved by yours truly.