Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) Page 13

  “Honey, there are kids that have kids. Being pregnant doesn’t make you any more a woman than having long hair does. Just ‘cause it happens doesn’t mean shit.” Monk again ran a hand through his hair. “I would know.”

  “Um, I think there’s a big difference there, but sure, if that’s how you want to think of it.” I didn’t know what to say to his off-the-wall logic.

  “Well, see, my hair is long because I’m too lazy to get it cut, so it just happens. Just like kids that get knocked up. They’re too lazy to use protection most of the time, so a baby happens,” Monk tried to explain.

  I smiled and shook my head at his ridiculousness. “The big difference though is that I said I’m a woman, not a girl,” I pointed out.

  “A woman is just an older girl.” Monk shrugged and waved away my comment.

  “Melia is not a girl. There’s no doubt that she’s all woman,” a gravelly voice said from behind me.

  ~Patrick~

  When I saw Melia walk into the game room with Ryan, I made sure to stay as hidden as possible. It had been weeks since I’d last seen her and my eyes feasted on her at last. Her belly was pronounced and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she made her way through the crowd. They were talking as I pushed through people to get closer to her. As she spun in her chair to look around the room, I sat in a nearby chair so I’d be less noticeable.

  I didn’t want to go to her, but I was simply drawn to her. I had to get closer, I had to touch her again. My body called out to hers. I hadn’t touched another woman since I’d been with her. My body recoiled at the thought of touching any of the whores. It wanted the soft, mewling cries Melia made when she was sitting on my cock.

  Just as I stepped up behind Melia, I heard Monk saying she was a girl. The man obviously had his head up his ass. “Melia is not a girl. There’s no doubt that she’s all woman.”

  Both their heads whipped around to look at me in surprise.

  “Uh…” Monk cleared his throat as he looked from me to Melia and back. My eyes were all for her, though. Just her eyes meeting mine had my cock throbbing in my pants, begging for attention. Shit, I wanted to adjust it, but I didn’t want to let her know how easily she affected me.

  “Monk, I would’ve thought you knew a woman when you saw one. Then again, it has been a while since I’ve seen you fuck one of the whores around here.” I flicked my eyes at him, telling him with my eyes it was time he got lost. Of course, he didn’t take the hint, but did change the subject. When Melia turned back around, facing the table, putting her back to me, I tried to tell myself to sit down in one of the other chairs. It wasn’t happening though.

  “She says she can’t cook. I think she’s crazy,” Monk commented.

  “You are a wonderful cook.” I leaned forward, bracing my arms on the table, caging her in as I spoke softly right next to her ear. “We’ve missed you since you moved out.”

  “Oh, I’m sure your stomachs miss me, but that’s about it.” Melia turned her head, moving her ear away.

  “Wrench, leave the poor woman alone,” Ryan spoke up from behind me, elbowing me hard in the side as she moved past me with a bottle of water in one hand and a cup filled with beer in the other. I glared at her as I stepped back from Melia.

  “Thank you,” Melia mouthed to Ryan, but I caught it from where I was standing. The woman hadn’t enjoyed being close to me? I’d beg to differ, but I’d have to wait till I could prove otherwise. With everyone’s eyes on Ryan, I adjusted my hard cock before moving to the other side of the table to take a seat.

  Scowling, I sat and listened to the three of them talk. I didn’t care what they were talking about. What I did care about was the looks that I saw Monk sending Melia’s way and the fact that Melia was welcoming them. It almost looked like they were flirting. Was she doing it to get to me? Well, little does she know I don’t get jealous and I don’t care if she wants to fuck around with Monk.

  No one nailed me down or got under my skin. She wouldn’t do it either. Sure, I hadn’t been able to push her from my mind for weeks, but seeing her right in front of me flirting with another man quickly killed that shit. Standing up, I slapped a hand to the table, telling them I was going to get a beer before walking out of the room. I didn’t spare a glance back as I pushed my way through the crowd and out back. Filling up a cup with beer off the keg, I sat in one of the many chairs around the pool watching the whores running around in bikinis, laughing and being drunk.

  I finished my whole beer and not one of them had flocked to me like they normally did. Must be an off night for me. I never had to work for a bitch. After refilling up my cup, I quickly drained it, then filled it up again. Once I was back in my chair near the pool, I caught the eye of a busty brunette and nodded at her. She slinked her way over to me, straddling my legs as she sat down with her ass rubbing against my cock that quickly perked up with the friction.

  “Hey, baby. You looking for some company?” the brunette said, pulling her wet hair over one shoulder while looking at me over the other. She rotated her hips against my cock that was still partially hard from seeing Melia. “Mmm, yeah, I think you’re want to have some fun.”

  “Whatever you’re up for,” I murmured. My head was still with the way Melia had so casually brushed me off.

  “Let’s go inside and party, baby.” She rotated her hips against me again.

  “No,” I growled. “Here, right here.”

  I didn’t want to go inside where I could run into the woman who was seriously messing with my head and didn’t even know it.

  “Sure, baby.” The brunette bit her bottom lip looking over her shoulder at me again. It looked sleazy on her, but fuck, when Melia had done it, it’d been sexy as hell. Grinding my teeth since I couldn’t force her from my head. I grabbed a hold of the brunette’s hips and pulled them roughly against me. She moaned and leaned her back against my chest. “I like it rough and I hear you do too.”

  I ignored her and reached up to pull the strings to her top, releasing her large breasts. Pinching both of her nipples, she moaned and turned her head towards my neck. I pulled my head away, not wanting her to nuzzle me. I twisted her nipples until she yelled, making sure she got the point. Sitting up, she reached behind her to unzip my jeans. After a bit of maneuvering, she managed to get my cock out of my pants, her hand running up and down my shaft.

  Arching my hips with her on them, I pulled a condom out of my pocket. Thankfully I’d shoved one there in the hopes that I’d be able to corner Melia at the party. Tearing open the package, I rolled the condom over my cock before pushing the brunette off. I spread my thighs farther apart so she could stand between them. A quick yank on the strings on each hip and she was completely nude.

  “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 m
ore 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.