Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (19 page)

“Turn around,” I instructed her. I didn’t want to see her face. Carefully, I managed to sink my cock into her loose-ass pussy. She moaned as she was fully seated on me. I tried to imagine it was tight as she slid up and down on me. The only thing that came to mind was Melia and how she’d felt. Holding onto that memory, I grabbed the brunette’s hips and slammed her down as I pushed up against her. Over and over I shoved into her as hard as I could while imaging Melia riding my dick in the same way. Imagining her beautiful tits in my face, her tight, wet pussy on my cock had me close to coming. The brunette’s obnoxious, loud moans were drawing attention from nearly everyone in the back yard. Finally, I growled, “Will you shut the fuck up?”

It’s not that I cared that people were watching; she was breaking my focus with all that shit. Once she was quiet, I could fully concentrate on that one sweet time I’d had with Melia. I could almost imaging it was her I was fucking.

“Fuck!” I barked out as I came, filling the condom. Laying my head back against the chair, I breathed hard. I’d had to work for that. Fucking had never been so much fucking work. I turned my head just in time to see Melia standing just outside of the back door. A look of disgust was clear on her face. Shrugging as she spun on her heel to return to the house, I pushed the naked brunette off my lap and tucked my cock back in my pants before standing.

Going to my office, I took a moment to clean my dick and toss the condom before going back out to get another beer. I didn’t see Melia the rest of the party. I did however manage to drink away any thoughts of her. I may have even fucked the brunette again at some point, but the memory is blurry so who knows if it actually happened or if I was more drunk than I thought the first time.

In fact, that brief glimpse of her and the look on her face at having caught me fucking another woman was the last time I saw Melia for weeks. I would hear Ryan in passing say that she was going to see Melia or that she’d talked to her. I was sure it had something to do with me. Maybe it didn’t, but the more days that passed without seeing her sparkling eyes and breath taking smile, the more I didn’t care. I missed seeing her. I’d never had that happen before. Ever. Not even with the bitch who broke my heart. What did that say about me? I had so many issues buried so deep, I didn’t really want to think about why I did the stupid, fucked up things I did.

A whole month passed before I found myself at the bar I had been leaving when I’d initially met Melia. They had agreed to another meeting and tasting. Thankfully the meeting had gone better this time and they had signed a contract with us to sell our beer. As I was leaving the office in the back, I shook hands with the owner and met up with Piro, who was waiting near the door. Piro pushed open the door for me and when I walked out, I nearly ran right into Melia, who was focused across the street at the park there.

“Whoa,” I said, holding onto both her arms when I bumped her back, making sure she didn’t fall over.

“Let me go,
now
.” Melia slapped at my hands until I let go of her. She spun on her heel and slapped my face. It left a stinging burn behind. Without another word, she shoved past me and ran down the sidewalk. I ran after her. I didn’t care if I was running after a woman or if I looked like a complete idiot, it didn’t matter. I had to stop her. I had to talk to her. Not half a block passed before I was close enough to grab her arm and stop her. Instantly, her hands were slapping me again, beating at my chest. I let her get out her anger on me until she collapsed against my chest, sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close as I could with her large belly in the way. Most of her words were garbled in my shirt, but I was able to make out, “I hate you.”

“Baby…” I started, running a hand over her hair. She shoved at me again, lifting her head, locking her red-rimmed, tear-filled eyes on mine.

“Don’t call me that. That’s what you call those whores.”

“Melia. Don’t cry. Please tell me why you’re crying. What the hell is going on?” I was so confused. I expected her to be mad or angry, but I didn’t expect the waterworks. I didn’t know what to do with those. Never really had to deal with them before.

“You. You are why I’m crying.” Melia wiggled, making me drop my arms. She dropped her head as she rubbed her belly. I tried to give her a moment to collect her words, but when she took longer than I expected, I opened my mouth just to be cut off by her. “Tell your goon to get lost so we can talk in private please.”

“Piro, get lost.” I waved my hand over my shoulder. I didn’t need to look at him, I knew he would do what I told him.

“Look. I screwed up. Whatever it is that we have between us snuck up on me. I didn’t plan on ever ending up in your bed. I never wanted to. Well, I wanted to, but I don’t want or need a man in my life. When I woke up in your room, I panicked. I did what I know how to do. I closed myself in and shut everyone out. It’s how I get through anything uncomfortable or painful. The more I thought about it, the more stupid I realized I was. It just took me a while to get over my initial embarrassment for letting my hormones get the best of me and acting on impulse. I realized at the party that it was all for nothing. That I was just another hook-up for you. While I’m not completely comfortable with that thought, since that’s not really the girl I am, I’m okay with it now.” She smiled at me and touched the center of my chest with her finger tips. “As long as we can be friends, that is. As for the running away, crying and hitting…that is just my hormones making me crazy again. When I realized it was you, I couldn’t hold them back for whatever reason. I’m sorry about that too.”

Was she kidding? I’d been thinking about her non-stop. After my one night of drunken stupid choices, I hadn’t touched another whore. I hadn’t been with anyone else. I had wanted to prove that I could be better, that I was what she wanted. Only that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want me at all. How the fuck did this get so screwed up? Finally a woman gets me to fall for her and she doesn’t want me.

My anger wanted to rage at the unfair situation, then again realized I’d probably done the exact same thing to women many times over. Karma is a bitch.

“It’s okay, little one. You didn’t hurt me at all and as long as you feel better, that’s all that matters. And you’d have a hard time getting me to not be your friend.” I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from making a bigger fool out of myself.

~Melia~

Forcing a smile on my face, I walked away from Wrench. Running into him had been a blow I wasn’t ready for. I prided myself in staying strong through any situation. I hadn’t let my crappy childhood ruin me. I hadn’t let my mother’s illness or untimely death break me. And yet, this man was destroying me one tender touch at a time. As soon as he had touched me, I’d broken. My walls all crashed and I ran. I couldn’t hold back the tears and anger I felt.

I don’t even know how it happened. We had constantly fought and picked on each other. However, the tenderness, the breakdown of those walls between us during our two sexual encounters had shown me that while we had a different relationship and different way of showing our feelings, we were also too similar. Had we not been so similar and the timing been different, things could have been amazing between us. Too bad it didn’t happen that way.

There wasn’t a place for men in my world for many reasons. They complicated stuff, they got too close and hurt you too easily. Wrench was a perfect example of that. I didn’t even have to let him get that close and yet he was still able to hurt me more than any man had that night at the party.

I had gone to find out where he’d disappeared to since he’d been acting weird since I showed up. I stood there completely frozen and watched him fuck some naked broad right there in the middle of the party. Everyone was watching them — I mean, they had to at least hear with the way she was carrying on until he told her to be quiet. I had never seen someone else have sex like that before. Hell, I hadn’t even seen people have sex outside of a porno. It had hurt to see that he’d gone from breathing all sexy down my neck and rubbing his cock on my ass to fucking another woman.

Just when I thought he might not be as bad as I had initially thought, he went and did something to prove me totally right. I’d left right after that, telling Ryan I wasn’t feeling good, knowing she wouldn’t throw a fit if it had to do with the babies. Work had kept me busy, helping pass the days. As the next appointment got closer, I got more excited to finally know the gender of the babies. In fact, that’s where I was heading before my run in with Wrench. Well, I’d been going to pick up my favorite smoothie from the shop around the corner then head that way.

Since I’d wasted so much time talking to Wrench, I had to hurry back to my apartment and get my car. I can’t believe I told him I wanted to be friends. I didn’t want to be friends. I wanted to never see his stupidly, handsome face again.

The run-in made me cranky. I yelled at the receptionist at the doctor’s office when it was fourty minutes after my scheduled appointment and I had yet to be taken back. I growled at Ellis when he tried to rub my shoulder and help me relax. I sneered when Ryan asked me what was wrong. I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to pretend I had never met the most infuriating man in the whole world. I knew it wasn’t his fault really, it was mine. It was my own fault for letting myself think that there was something more there than there actually was.

I had made up the way his large hands grabbed me, but never squeezed, never hurt me. It was all in my head that there was an almost-smile tugging at Wrench’s lips when I’d first turned around when he’d bumped into me. I was going to drive myself crazy thinking about all the places I saw more into his actions than he had intentionally put there.

Finally, we got called into a room and the ultrasound tech got her machine ready. I knew I was ruining the day for Ryan and Ellis with my pissed-off attitude, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was carrying their children, the least they could do was put up with me for one fucking day.

Climbing up on the table, I pulled up my shirt, revealing my belly for the tech. She squirted warm jelly on me before placing a wand in the goo. Closing my eyes, I let her do her thing to check out the babies. The very last thing would be for us to find out the genders. It took her quite a while before she finally turned in her chair to face us with a smile before turning the screen of her machine so everyone could see what she was looking at. Baby one was a little girl. With a swivel of the wand and a little maneuvering, we discovered baby two was also a girl.

I heard Ellis groan and Ryan laugh softly at him. The entire walk out of the office Ellis moaned about losing his hair from the stress of having two little girls. He even managed to make me laugh at all his grumbling. They weren’t even born yet and they were already stressing him out. Once we made it to the parking lot, we went our own ways. I told Ryan I had too much work to go to the house. I would continue to have too much work until these kids were born.

While I had initially been joking with Ryan about being too busy to come over to see her, it became truth. I had so many clients wanting to get their pictures taken it was crazy. I was trying to fit them all in, but not over-do it. It was easy though; besides the ever-growing belly, I felt great. For the most part, I did have an occasional mood swing, but that was usually when Ryan kept telling me I needed to slow down and take more time off. The last trimester wiping me out, but I still wanted to do as much as I could so I wouldn’t have to worry about rent or anything getting shut off as I slowed down on accepting jobs. For a month and a half, I managed to feel fairly normal. I went about my own business, dealt with phone calls from Ryan and worked.