Chapter 53: Chapter 53

MELODY

I turned to get a better position for sleeping. After ten minutes, I sat up straight, unable to sleep. All I could think of was, ~Why didn’t he join us for dinner? Is he okay? Did I tease him too much?~

No, I hadn’t. He’d enjoyed every bit of it. By the way he was stroking himself, I knew he’d enjoyed the view.

I smiled, remembering his hooded eyes solely fixed on me, the way his eyes had caressed every inch of my body while I was lounging near the swimming pool in my triangle bikini.

He’d seen everything I’d hidden under my full clothes, my piercing, my tattoos, and the faint silver line from pregnancy.

What if he was sick? I’d wanted to ask Asher, but instead, I’d feigned that I didn’t care, but the truth was the opposite. I cared for him more than I should.

Until the last few months, I’d never thought I would be thinking about him, let alone caring for him. I had been engaged to Matt, and we had been about to get married.

~Should I go and check on him? What if he’s sleeping? It’s already 2 a.m.~

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~What if he’s sick and needs someone?~

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~Fuck that.~

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I climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around me. I couldn’t go to his room wearing a camisole and panties.

I stopped before I turned the knob. I wanted to see him, yet I didn’t want to give him false hope about our future.

I couldn’t deny that I was falling for him again, not that I’d fallen out of love, but this time my feelings were stronger than before.

He’d walked back into my life and my heart like he’d always belonged there. He’d broken down my wall, and now he was ruling my heart all over again.

In the last five days, I’d seen his patience, his devotedness toward me. Was I being too hard on him? No, I wasn’t.

After everything I’d gone through because of his one decision, I wasn’t being hard enough. I mean, yes, we’d both suffered; we’d both lost something precious, but…

I shook my head. It wasn’t time to dwell on the past. We couldn’t change it, and we couldn’t do anything besides moving on.

Making a decision, I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and saw Xavier standing in front of me. His hand was up, preparing to knock. “Hey,” he whispered sheepishly.

“How long have you been standing here?” I asked.

“Umm… Ten minutes,” he whispered awkwardly. “Going somewhere?” he asked.

My cheeks flushed, and I shook my head. I opened the door wider and moved to the side so he could walk in.

He stepped inside. After locking the door, I turned to find him already sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat beside him.

“Is everything okay? You’re frowning,” I said.

He grunted. “Everything is fine.” He frowned again.

“You can tell me,” I prompted, placing my hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t come for dinner either.”

He looked tortured and hesitated before speaking. “I talked to Mila,” he said, looking for my reaction.

I schooled my features and smiled gently to encourage him. “Is she okay?” I asked, concerned.

He frowned again. “She told me she has a boyfriend.”

I laughed, unable to control myself. He scowled at me. “Xavier, she is preparing you for the future.” I laughed again, harder this time.

He was still scowling. I bit my lips and leaned forward, placing my hand over his. “Xavier, kids of this age are advanced. She will start dating very soon.”

“She will not date until she is at least twenty-five,” he growled.

I glared at him. “Hypocrite much? You told me you went on your first date when you were only fourteen.”

“I’m different.” He shrugged.

“Why? Because you’re a man?” He didn’t answer.

I sighed and tried to explain. “I started dating when I was fifteen.”

His scowl deepened, and I shook my head. “You need to understand and accept that she will eventually start dating after a few years.”

“She won’t,” he snapped.

“She will, but if you don’t allow her, she will go out behind your back. Do you want that?” I asked softly.

“Do you think she will?” he looked scared.

I grimaced and nodded. “Kids are curious about every new thing. That’s why I’m saying when the time comes in the future, let her date, but only if you are satisfied with her choice.

“But at a certain age, she needs to know about the birds and bees.” I stifled my laugh.

He looked at me comically. “I’m not telling her about sex.”

“I’m not saying to tell her now, but we have to tell her when she starts asking different questions, and we need to be ready for that.

“But if we won’t answer those questions, she will ask someone else, and we don’t want that. Do we?”

He looked at me with amazement.

“What?”

“You said, ‘we,’” he whispered. I could see hope in his eyes.

~Did I really say “we”?~

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I shook my head. “I was coming to see you,” I told him. He frowned, noticing I was changing the topic.

“Why?”

“You didn’t come for dinner and…”

“And?” He angled his body so he was looking directly in my eyes.

“I was worried,” I whispered and quickly jumped into another conversation. “And I want to talk about Matt.”

He didn’t utter a word, but just continued looking at me. “As you know, tomorrow is the bachelor party and then the wedding.”

“And?” he gritted out.

“Matt will be here by noon.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, his hands tightened around mine.

“Did he tell you?” he asked.

“He told Mia.”

“Alone?”

I shook my head. “He’s bringing his date.”

He relaxed. “Why are you telling me?”

“Because I don’t want you to get jealous and do something again. I don’t want to ruin their wedding day.”

He cringed. “I’m sorry.”

I nodded because I had no words to say. I glanced at the phone. It was already 3 a.m. “You should go,” I said.

“Can I…” He hesitated.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I interrupted before he could finish.

“I just want to hold you,” he begged.

My chest squeezed, and my breath barely escaped my parted lips. They felt dry, and my tongue slicked out to moisten them. His eyes immediately dropped to my lips, and he swallowed.

I was quite sure he could hear the thumping of my heart in my chest. “Okay,” I said.

He smiled and excused himself to go to the washroom.

I let my robe fall on the floor, and after turning the lights off, I dove into the sheets. A few minutes later, I felt him crawl into bed next to me, wearing only boxers.

The warmth of his body felt good against my skin as our bodies molded together. He held me like he was never letting me go, and when his hand brushed against my stomach, I tensed up.

All the memories rushed back as I inhaled his familiar scent.

“Relax,” he said against the softness of my neck, and it felt like home. For the first time in years, I felt complete with Xavier next to me.

I could only hope that whatever was going on between us had to work.

After a few minutes, I gathered up the courage to ask what I’d wanted to ask for so long. “Is it true that you haven’t been with any women since me?”

“Yeah.” His hot breath fanning on my ear gave me a shiver that traveled right straight to my sex.

He moved closer, letting me feel his erection.

“Not even oral sex?” I hated that my insides were all twisted up over thinking of Lisa or someone else going down on him. I shouldn’t have felt that way, because I hadn’t been celibate either.

“Not even fellatio,” he whispered. Relief rushed to my bones instantly.

I inhaled sharply as his hand slid under my camisole so close to my breast. “Why?”

“When I promised I’m yours, I meant every fucking word. I’m yours and always will be, whether you accept me or not.” His warm breath tickled me before he placed a kiss by my ear.

I couldn’t help but rub myself against him. “Always and forever,” he whispered.

All my insides melted at his declaration. I turned and shoved him back slightly so he was on his back. I still didn’t know what the future held for us, but this moment, I wanted him.

I wanted to feel him; I wanted to taste him. I straddled him and leaned down to kiss him but stopped just before our lips touched. “Don’t hurt me again,” I pleaded.

I knew it was fear that had kept me running away from him. Every time, I’d thought about taking a step toward him but had stopped just before reaching him.

“I’d never hurt you,” he promised.

I smashed my lips against his. Our lips moved like we had been kissing each other for years in perfect sync, fighting for dominance. I pulled away, breaking the kiss, and we stared at each other.

I leaned down, kissing his cheek, forehead, and down his chin. My lips traveled a little, down to his neck. He warned, “Melody,” his hands squeezing my ass, roughly.

His voice sounded deep and rough, which was turning me the fuck on.

“Just enjoy.” I leaned a little to meet his eyes and smirked. “You can’t touch me, but I can touch you.”

He growled. “Not fair.”

I shrugged and peeled his hands from my ass. “But if you touch me, I’ll stop.”

I dropped another kiss on his lips. Moving down, I kissed across his collarbone, then down between his pecs before tracing his abs and nipples with my tongue.

He groaned and fisted the sheet tightly with both hands. I smiled, knowing he didn’t want me to stop.

I decided to relieve him and gripped the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down his legs and letting his cock spring free. My mouth salivated just imagining the taste on my tongue.

His hands came up to touch me. “No touching,” I whispered as I crawled between his legs and took him in my hand.

“You are going to pay for this,” he threatened. His green eyes locked with mine, and I felt shivers all over my body.

“I can’t wait.” I winked. I wrapped my hand around his soft skin and slid the length out, releasing a needy whimper at the sight of his hard flesh.

I gently pumped him up and down a couple of times while running my thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Fuck!” he hissed in pleasure. “Baby, please let me touch you. Let me feel how wet your pussy is for me,” he rasped.

I bit my lips to suppress any sound that was originating in my throat at the thought of him touching me.

I shook my head and squeezed a little before taking him in my mouth. His eyes shut, and his lips slightly parted as he absorbed the sensation.

I swirled my tongue on the crown, the salt of his pre-cum exploding against my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

I looked up to see his face. His eyes flared with heat, igniting my skin. I slid all the way down his cock until he was hitting the back of my throat.

I continued deep-throating him, taking him as deeply as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he roared. I popped off his cock, dropping my head a little down to suck on his balls, still gripping his length in my hand.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned as his back arched off the mattress. I sucked his balls, jerking his length at the same time.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, fisting the sheet with both hands until his knuckles turned white.

I took his cock back to my mouth and sucked him harder, and seconds later his cock twitched, and he exploded in my mouth.

“Fuck!” he growled.

His warm arousal gushed down my throat. I continued sucking him slowly until he was finished and starting to soften in my mouth.

I gave the tip a lick to make sure he was clean. Before I pulled back, he grabbed my face and smashed his lips over mine, kissing me possessively and tasting himself on my mouth.

His hand dug into my hair, and he tipped my head, pushing his tongue against my lips. I opened them and groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, pulling me into his lap. “I want to touch you, taste you,” he groaned, nuzzling my sensitive skin. He licked and sucked at my neck.

It felt like his hands and mouth were everywhere.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him after seven years.

I melted into him, my head lying on his shoulder, burying my face in his neck, and I was out as soon as I closed my eyes, breathing his familiar scent.

***

I groaned as I heard knocking on my door. Ignoring the sound, I tried to sleep again, but my eyes flew open when I felt his erection poking me, settled right against my pussy.

His hand was under my camisole, cupping my breast, and soft breathing was tickling my neck.

There was another knock.

Shifting, I try to peel his arms from around me, but all I got was a tightening of his hand and arm, pulling me even closer against his warm body.

“Xavier,” I hissed.

“Mmm,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward, protruding even deeper between my legs, hitting my clit with a sharp jab. I sucked in a sharp breath of pure pleasure.

He whispered my name sleepily. “Melody…” I bit my lower lip so that no moan or voice escaped my mouth.

“Xavier, someone is at the door,” I hissed. I shoved him back. Climbing off the bed, I grabbed my robe from the floor. I wrapped it around myself and answered the door.

My eyes widened, seeing Asher and Dan standing in front of me. Dan scowled as he looked at me from head to toe. “Is he here?” He tried to step inside, but I blocked him. That was when I saw a woman standing behind him.

“Melody,” Asher called, “is Xavier inside?” he asked.

I nodded, my eyes still on the woman who was staring at me with little interest. I looked closely, and I stopped breathing as I recognized her.

~Xavier’s mom.~

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~Fuck!~

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He’d told me they would be here tonight. What was she doing here early in the morning? I looked around for Mila.

“Can you wake him up? Mila is looking for him,” Asher said.

I nodded and moved back to the bed. I shook him. “Xavier.” Instead of waking up, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

Before I made sense of what was happening, his lips met mine. Cupping my face, he kissed me harder. He opened his eyes and smiled lazily. “Good morning,” he whispered.

“Good afternoon, son.” With a stern voice, his mom made her presence known.

“Mama?” he whispered, raising his brow.

I nodded and stood to adjust my robe. I didn’t dare to look in their direction. He immediately stood without caring he was naked, or maybe he’d forgotten.

There were several gasps. Only then, I noticed Mia and Sandy were also in my room with their husbands. His cock, standing tall, greeted everyone.

His mother closed her eyes and let out a string of curses, whereas Sandy and Mia were ogling him shamelessly.

~Great.~

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~Just. Fucking. Great.~

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I stood in front of Xavier, shielding his nakedness with my body. I bent a little to grab the sheet from the bed and passed it to him as his mother crossed her arms and glared at us.

Dan scowled at me, and Mia and Sandy were grinning like lunatics.

Wrapping the sheet around his waist, he stepped forward.

“Mila is waiting for you. Get dressed,” his mother snapped.

He nodded. “If you’ll excuse us?” He looked around, and everyone left one by one. Mia and Sandy looked in my direction and winked in code, ~We want details~.

I glared at them, and they giggled and left, closing the door behind them.

“That’s quite a beginning of the day.” He faced me with a smirk plastered on his face.

I glared. “This isn’t how I wanted to meet your mom the first time.”

He closed the distance between us and yanked me closer with his hands on my waist. “You wanted to meet my mother?” he asked.

My cheeks flushed. “Well, she’s going to be Dan’s mother-in-law, so yeah, I wanted to meet her.”

“That’s it?” He cocked his head with a smirk.

I bit my lips and nodded.

He laughed and leaned his head against mine. “Do you want to meet Mila too?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s the right time,” I whispered. I didn’t know if I was prepared or not.

He sighed. “Okay, but will you tomorrow?”

The lump in my throat was getting heavy, making it hard to gulp my saliva. “What if she doesn’t like me? Or she hates me because she saw me hitting you?”

“Baby.” He cupped my face and made me look in his eyes. “She knows I did wrong with you, and I’m sorry for losing control that day.

“I was jealous, and I couldn’t see straight because I wanted you all for myself. You were mine, but I forgot I was the one who gave up on you.” I felt the wetness on my cheeks.

“You hit a nerve that day, Xavier. You reminded me of the time I regretted and wanted to forget, because that’s what I had been doing before Matt came back in my life.

“I wasn’t strong enough to accept reality. After losing you, I wasn’t myself but I was living, and two months later, I found I was pregnant. It gave me a little hope to move forward.

“Nine months I lived with hope, and it shattered just after giving birth. I lost Owen too. I had nothing left inside me. No hope, no strength, no wish to live anymore. I…” I whimpered, unable to speak.

“Shh.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“I missed you every day. I dreamed of Owen every day. I wasn’t strong enough to deal with reality. So I started drinking.” I sobbed in his chest.

“Shh… That was the past. We have our future waiting for us,” he whispered. “Take as much time as you want. I won’t force you to do anything, but I’m not giving up on you.”

His arm tightened around me. “Know that wherever you go, you will always find me at the end of the road waiting for you.” He kissed my hair.

We stepped back after a minute. “Should I call Dan before leaving? I don’t want to leave you alone.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. Go. Mila is waiting for you,” I said and walked into the washroom. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm my mind.