Crown's Chance at Love (29 page)

“I’ll be right back,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice gruff. He stands up and starts  walking towards the bathroom.

“Mike,” I whisper and he stops, his muscular back to me but he’s not turning around, “Come to bed with me Mike.”

“Let me clean up,” he says softly and with that walks into the bathroom closing the door behind him.

I didn’t have too much time to chew over why he had left so quickly or why he didn’t turn to face me because as quickly as he had left he came back and pulled me into bed with him bringing up the luxurious down comforter with him. Covering both of us, he tucked me into his side. I sighed in contentment with a soft smile on my lips.

“You okay baby?” he asks, his heart beating calmly against my ear, I nod.  Thinking about how he had pleased me I wanted to take care of him back, and I felt a little guilty that he had taken matters into his own hands…even if it had been one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed.

“Stop.” His voice is clear in the silence of the room.

“Stop what?” I ask my hands on his abs, mindlessly drawing tiny circles.

“Thinking so hard. I wanted it to be about you tonight,” he says and it creates a ripple effect in my heart.

“What if…” I start to say stopping as I hear him laughing, his arms holding me tighter I look up at him.

“Baby, you pleased me. I have never came that hard or fast before. Between tasting you and touching you, fuck feeling you come on my mouth, it drove me crazy. Shit baby that was all because of you. Trust me I’m okay. If I come like that when I go down, I’d fucking eat you three times a day every fucking day!” he says and I look at him in surprise.

I smile at him as he leans in to kiss me. My face is warm from blushing at his words, but he makes me feel something so deep inside of me I don’t care that I’m blushing like a schoolgirl. His kisses are light, sweet and achingly tender. I move away from him looking into his beautiful pale blue eyes and he looks at me questioningly.

“Thank you Mike. That was….”

“Good?” he lifts an eyebrow and I shake my head and sigh.

“A lot better than good Mike,” I whisper getting comfortable tucking my body into his, letting the warmth of his body blanket over me in so many different ways. Something about tonight shifted things. I just wasn’t sure how. My eyes are so heavy that they close on their own, without giving me too much time to think about it.

***

Mike

I hold her close, kissing the top of her head. Her naked body relaxed next to mine, her breathing evening out, I knew she was well on her way to falling asleep. Even with my eyes heavy, all I could think was about how perfect it felt to hold her like this, the way her body fit into mine when I held her as she started to fall asleep. So many thoughts in my mind, I wasn’t sure which one to focus on first. From knowing that I am completely over my head with her and the situation I put us in, to how badly I want to call her mine, to not wanting to ever let her go. Slowly I fall into a deep heavy sleep.

***

The bed rises, and my arms feel empty, but even then I keep my eyes closed. I hear soft shuffling noises around the house, my arms automatically reach for her but my bed is empty. The spot in the bed where she had been sleeping was still warm. I glance over to my alarm clock; taking in as it glares at me that it’s a quarter past five. Rubbing my face, I stand and go looking for her.

I find her in my living room, fully dressed, her hair still down and a little wild as she puts on her shoes.

“Hey,” I say standing behind my brown leather recliner.

“Hey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?” She asks, sounding a little nervous.

“No you’re good. What are you doing baby? Leaving?” I asked calmly trying not to show how much I didn’t like not waking up next to her.

“Yeah. I want to be back before the kids realize I’m gone. I’m sorry Mike,” she says standing. Not looking at me as she talks instead focusing on trying to zip up her black hoodie, I can tell she is nervous.Closing the space between us I move her hands from the hoodie, slowly zipping it for her. Once it’s closed, I kiss her forehead.

“I don’t want to leave,” she says almost as a whisper, her head in my chest as I tighten my grip on her. Her voice sounds slightly sad, just the way I had felt when I had realized I had woken up in bed alone. In a weird way that made me slightly hopeful, that whatever the hell I was feeling she was feeling the same way.

“I don’t want you to go either sweetheart.” She looks up at me, her eyes dark and so fucking honest. Everything she was feeling was written across her face. Everything she was feeling, I felt tenfold, but I was stuck choking down my words.

“I’m sorry about picking a fight last night. Thats why I came here last night, to apologize.  I wasn’t expecting to do what we did. Not that I regret it. I don’t.  I’m glad we did… I really really liked it,” she says as she starts to ramble nervously. “I want you to know that I get you wanting to take this slow Mike, I really do. I mean look at us right now. I’d rather stay in bed with you. Everything I bring to the table…”

“Is fucking amazing. I understand you having to leave, even if all I want to do is to drag you back into bed with me and repeat everything we did last night,” I admit and she gives me a bright smile, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Standing on the tips of her toes she rises, her lips going to mine. Her kiss leaving me breathless. She tastes like mint and everything I am feeling, everything that I have been keeping at bay when it came to her, fucking hits me.

I will never have enough of her.

There will never be enough time with her.

Never enough time to kiss her or hold her.

I will never really deserve her.

Her small, soft hands on my face, she keeps kissing me and I break the kiss trying hard to smile at her.

“Do you have plans today?” she asks as she pulls her hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head.

“Yeah, John is coming over later,” I lie.

I am an asshole.

I lie because all I want to do is be with her, but I know I should probably give her space. Her expression shows her disappointment, but she quickly tries to mask it.

“That’s good. You guys have fun,” she tells me, clearly giving me a fake smile as she walks to the table by the door putting on her black framed glasses.

“If he cancels, is it okay if I call you?” I ask and a real smile replaces the fake one, her brown eyes going warm and soft.

“If he cancels just come over,” she says smiling. Then she takes a deep breath almost like she doesn’t want to, “Okay then, I better get going.”

Grabbing a hoodie and slipping on some flip flops, I walk her to her car. Kissing her goodbye I stand there as I watch her SUV disappear into the distance and wonder what it would be like to wake up to her everyday for the rest of my life.

I’m completely over my head.

Sabrina

Kids are all in my parents huge living room watching TV, as I walk into my mom’s room. Sitting at the edge of her bed, I watch her finish up getting ready, putting on her make-up. I remember doing this endless times growing up when she would get ready to go out with my dad. Something up until now I hadn’t realized I had missed doing over the years.

My parents are having a fourth of July BBQ and asked me to invite Mike. Another month had flown by and Mike and I had gotten into some what of a routine. We had had one more sleep over, when Emmi watched the kids. That time we had pleased one another with our mouths and hands, but still hadn’t gone all the way. Not that I wasn’t ready to go there, I was. It was just he kept putting the brakes on things going there.

I had hesitated, asking Mike over to my parents’ home for the holiday, worried that it was too much for him to handle. We had hung out with Emmi, Dan and Nick a couple more times since Emmi & Dan’s BBQ at their house. It had mostly gone great, but this was my family. My parents were wonderful, but I didn’t know what to expect as far as their reaction and behavior towards him.

He was the first guy I had brought around them since Sean. Not to say that my mom hadn’t tried to set me up on blind dates with her friends’ sons, she had, but I hadn’t been interested. When I had brought up mom’s invitation he had surprised me by smiling saying he would love to come over and meet them. Luckily Emmi and Dan would be there, along with my sister and her husband Jerry, and even Nick. They would all be able to be buffers in case for some oddball reason my parents didn’t like him or vice versa.

Now in my parents’ bedroom I started to worry. Deep in my own thoughts I hear my mom clear her throat and I look up. Sitting at her vanity putting on her mascara she looks through the mirror and her brown eyes connect with mine. Mom looks great. Great skin, great lashes and naturally full lips that would make Angelina Jolie see green.

“So tell me about Mr. Wonderful,” my mom says with a slight smirk on her face and I shake my head even though I knew the subject was going to come up.

“Mom. It’s not like that,” I say smiling and shaking my head and she looks at me seriously with an eyebrow raised. She’s waiting me out. I obviously forgot the powers my mother possessed.

“Ok maybe it is a little. I don’t even know. We are friends getting to know each other,” I spit out. I don’t know how she still had that magic power of getting things out of me even as a thirty-six year old, but she did and I hoped I had a little of that for when my own kids got older.

Then my beautiful mother turned around from where she sat at her vanity and just looked at me calmly. She wasn’t in a rush. She knew I would tell her what she wanted to know. Knowing that she was completely waiting me out, and I gave in.

“Okay so I like him. He’s nice and funny in a dry witty way. He challenges me. He’s easy to talk to. You should see how he is with the kids, so patient and calm. Especially with Chris. There’s something there…” I admit.

“But?” Damn, she knew there was a but.

“But I bring a lot to the table…” I start to say.

“None of it is negative sweetheart,” she chimes in, her eyes serious.

“I know it isn’t, but it’s not like it’s a walk in the park either,” I comment and she gives me a half smile.

“True… but he isn’t a little kid. He’s a grown man.” This I am guessing she probably heard from Cara who had heard it from Emmi.

“Yeah I know. He’s older than me.” I start to say but she starts to shake her head.

“Sweetheart when it comes to men, age isn’t what makes them grown. When your dad and I met Sean, he was in his early twenties but let me tell you he was grown then,” she says very matter of fact and it was completely true. He had been. When we had met, he knew what he wanted from life and from me and he wasn’t shy about letting me know it.

“He was, wasn’t he?” I say smiling remembering what he was like when we first started dating. “Things were simple with Sean mom,” I sigh.

“Oh honey… hindsight is always 20/20,” she says and to be fair she was right.

“That is true,” I smile sadly at her.

“Has Nick met him yet?” she asks and I nod. “What does he think?”

“Mom,” I groan.

“Sabrina,” she says back to me. She’s staring at me, seriously now, almost frowning.

“Look Nick’s like a brother to me. He knows that. Not only that but he feels the same way,” I say and she starts to say what I know she has been dying to say all along.

“I don’t know honey. Last year I could have sworn…” My poor mother was hopeful that there would be something between Nick and I. She loved Nick. Nick was like a son to her.Especially when her own son wasn’t around. She adored Nick. She saw how he helped me, how he helped and loved the kids. Nick was great, he just wasn’t meant for me and I was most definitely not meant for him.

“No,” I shake my head. “Nick and I are friends. Nick’s just being
Nick
when it comes to Mike”

“And what does that mean?” she asks, her eyebrow raised.

“He’s being overprotective. He says he feels that Mike isn’t being completely honest about something,”
Damn!
I slip up saying.