20. Melissa

Chapter twenty

Melissa

I watch as Jax leaves, but I know it's not goodbye. He's mine now. My man, along with Earl.

"I love you, Mel. I'm so glad we've patched things up," Earl whispers into my ear, his hot breath dancing along my skin. I spin around in his arms, resting my head against his chest, and listen to the beating of his heart.

"Me too. It's so crazy that it's taken over twenty years for us to finally be together."

"It's our time. If I was with you years ago, especially after Mary, I don't know if we would've made it. But I'd wait an eternity to be with you."

"Look at you being all elegant with your words." I lean back, gazing up at him as I give his chest a playful swat, eliciting a growl from him.

"I'd rather be buried between your thighs." His deep, gravely voice sends desire shooting through my body and my legs go weak.

I don't reply. It's as if he knows I want it too as he pushes away. Earl takes my hand in his and leads me up the stairs. Are we really about to do this? To have sex? In his daughter's house?

"Earl. We can't do anything here," I blurt.

"We can and we are." His voice is dominating, leaving no room for me to do anything but what he says.

A mixture of anticipation and security washes over me as Earl guides me up the stairs, my hands cradled in his as he walks backward confidently, not a single ounce of fear present that he may make a misstep. As I raise my eyes, instead of my focus shifting to the wall covered in photos of all those special in Ashlynn and her men's lives, my attention stays on Earl, never wanting to look away from him. I'm a tiny bit hesitant about what we are getting ready to do, knowing this isn't mine or Earl's home and that my godson is soundly sleeping.

"We're going to the guestroom. They just finished it last weekend, so don't think I'm about to fuck you in their bed." A small sigh of relief rushes past my lips. "That would be sick." He shudders a little and I crack a smile, giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.

This man, this incredibly sweet man hidden beneath a rough and tough exterior, is the other piece of me. Earl is the part that's always been missing, just out of my grasp, and now he's mine. We're going to make it official.

He never turns around as he steps onto the landing of the second floor and begins to move backward like he's memorized each and every little wrinkle in the carpet. The anticipation edging me forward as desire builds within me.

He passes the kids' room, then the nursery, my head shifting so that I can peek inside. My sweet, precious godson, asleep as the night light casts a glow upon his still form.

"He'll be out for a while," Earl informs me, noticing where my attention has drifted to.

A moment later, he's opening the door to a bedroom. I pause, letting my eyes roam around the room. There's a queen size bed with sheer curtains hanging on the windows, a beautiful shade of hunter green. Dim lighting wraps it in a gentle embrace, filling the room with an inviting sense of warmth and comfort. Perched on the nightstand is a baby monitor, with soft music from Jacey's room radiating from it.

"I want you so bad. I've waited a lifetime and don't want another minute to pass without havin' you."

"Me either. I don't want another barrier to stand in our way." The last word has barely slipped past my lips before I'm slipping off my shoes and pulling my sundress over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

"Beautiful." His eyes roam my body, soaking it in.

"As beautiful as the whores at your club, or who strip at the bar?" I reach behind me, unclipping my bra with skilled ease, allowing the straps to slip down my arms before it falls to the floor.

My breasts aren't perky, they hang low, my nipples pointing down, but Earl looks at me as if I'm in the prime of my life. A fire rages between my legs as I rub my thighs together to ease the ache.

"There isn't a woman alive that could hold a candle to you, Mel."

Earl pulls off his shirt, dropping it to the floor, before undoing his pants. When he goes to slide them down his legs, I realize he doesn't have shoes on. His feet are bare, not even a pair of socks adorn them. A few seconds later, we're both standing there almost naked.

I don't waste another moment and hook my fingers underneath the band of my panties, slipping them off.

"Lay down!" Earl growls, and I eagerly comply. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I swing my legs up and move to the center, giving us plenty of room. He removes his boxers, exposing his hard shaft to me. It's glorious, my mouth salivating to taste the pre-cum that's beading at the tip of his mushroom head.

He places his knee on the bed before crawling up beside me. Earl lowers his head, swirling his tongue around my budded nipple. My back arches as I let out a soft gasp, knowing I need to be quiet so I don't wake the baby. Goosebumps cover my skin from his touch and warmth of his mouth as he sucks my flesh-colored peak.

I run my hand through his thick strands of hair, grazing my fingertips along his scalp. His hum of approval vibrates against my skin as his hand slides down my stomach, straight to the mound between my thighs. His fingers slips through my already slick folds, rubbing tiny circles around my clit.

"Oh god!" I cry.

"I'm no god, baby. When you scream from pleasure I give you, I want you callin' my name. Do you understand?"

Overwhelmed by the sensations, I nod my head quickly.

His rough fingers slide further through my seam until they meet with my hole, and he pumps them in and out in a rhythmic beat. He curves the tip of his fingers so that they move along my g-spot, adding a little pressure to send me closer toward the edge.

"Fuck me, Earl."

He pops his mouth off my tit. "I plan on it, baby, but I want you to ride my cock, so I can watch your perfect titties bounce."

"Earl—" He rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him as my legs straddle him.

"Don't ya fuckin' dare ‘Earl' me. You're beautiful. A fuckin' goddess and I'll never let ya doubt yourself." He rubs his hands up and down my thighs. "I don't know if you and the powder puff pastry boy talked about condoms, but I'm clean. If you want me to still wear one, I will."

I smile down at him, and even though my face and boobs are sagging in this position, while every roll is on display for him, I know I'm gorgeous. I can feel it. Finally.

"Jax," I emphasize his name, "did talk about it and I'll tell you the same as I did him. I trust both of you, and I don't want you to wear a condom."

"Thank fuck!" he exclaims in relief. "‘Cause I didn't want to wear one. I want to feel all of you without any barrier."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Without hesitation, I lift my hips up and take hold of his hard cock, lining it up with my hole before sliding down on it.

I have to go slow; he's so large. He's barely halfway in and I already feel full. There's no way the rest of him is going to fit.

"Damn, woman," Earl moans and my heart swells. With his approval, I sink down on the remainder of his cock, giving my body a minute to adjust.

Earl grabs my hips, taking over as he thrusts up into me at a steady pace. I lean forward on my hands, bracing myself. Each thrust pushes me closer to my orgasm. Earl lifts his head, capturing my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. The sensations are overwhelming.

"I'm going to come Earl." I almost scream, but catch myself at the last second.

"Then come, baby. I'm not gonna last. I've waited so long, it's like I'm a horny little boy getting his first taste of pussy."

I roll my hips as he thrusts up into me, bright bursts of light flashing behind my eyelids. My walls clamp down on his dick as I lean forward, burying my face in his neck as my orgasm hits like a freight train, my screams muffled by his body.

"Fuck me, Mel, you feel amazin'," he grunts just before he thrusts one last time and stills, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin as he shoots his release inside me.

My breathing is ragged as I come down from the high. We lie there, his cock still buried inside of me as we bask in the moment that was decades in the making.

"I can't believe I get to feel this for the rest of my life," I whisper.

"I'm yours until the day I die, then I'll find you again in the beyond, Mel. I told you and I meant it, you can be Jax's wife, but you're my ol' lady and that's a permanent position that no one else can fill."

A light whimper drifts through the baby monitor. Little Jacey is making his presence known and effectively blocking us from going another round.

"Let's see if he falls back asleep," Earl mumbles softly, as if Jacey can hear him.

I go to move off of him, but he holds me firmly in place. "Not yet."

But the baby has other plans as his whimpers progressively become louder until they turn into ear piercing wails.

"I think our sexy time is put on hold. I'm going to clean up while you get him." I kiss Earl, then slowly pull off his cock, his cum dripping down my thighs. I gaze around the room silently hoping for an ensuite restroom, but when I only see one door, I know I have to do the walk of shame into the hallway. Getting off the bed, I pick up my clothes as Earl stands, picking up his shirt and wiping his dick off before putting on his boxers. I pick up my panties, slide them on, and tip-toe out of the room down the hallway to the bathroom.

I take a moment to pee, then wash my hands before wetting a washcloth and quickly cleaning up. Earl's rich voice fills the hallway as he sings a lullaby to the baby. My feet lead me in his direction as if he's a siren calling to me. I stop in the doorway, gazing at him, committing this moment to memory. Earl must sense me as he turns and smiles.

I don't think I can ever be as happy as I am at this moment. I have the two men I love, a family I chose. No matter what happens with my son tomorrow, I know I can face anything with all these people by my side.