Forgiving You

by Melissa Bender

  “Sucks?” Both of his brows rose, and he just chuckled. “Fine. And I love your pizzas.”

  “Of course, you do. I make the best pizzas.” I smiled lightly as I walked over, sitting down on his lap as he shifted Lucy. “I can’t promise it’s going to be easy for us, but I can promise I will try.”

  “Me too. I won’t ever hurt you, Charlotte. I won’t allow myself to.”

  “I know. It’s just going to take some time for me to believe it.” I leaned against his chest as his arm wrapped around me, pulling me into a comforting embrace, and he continued to read Peter Rabbit until Lucy began to cry. She wasn’t settled after her feed, and we decided to take a walk again.

  Ness was in the living room, throwing daggers at the man next to me when we walked out. She didn’t hold back, nor has she ever done. “I go to work for a couple days, and this is what happens? Charlotte, what the fuck is he doing here?”

  “We’re working it out,” I spoke, giving her an eye glare, and she did the best friend thing and nodded, not saying another word. I couldn’t handle her having a go at him too.

  “Cool, you’re both going for a walk?” Adam asked, pulling on his runners. “Mind if I tag along? Kind of miss the noisy girl.” He grinned, and I knew he was making an excuse to get away from Mum and Dad.

  The four, or well I should say five of us, headed down to the beach for a walk. Chris and Adam jogged ahead of us while Ness and I stayed behind with the steady pace of the pram.

  “So, spill.” Ness nudged me. “You’re sleeping with him again, aren’t you? I can feel the sexual tension whenever he looks at you.” She winked.

  “Oh, god.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Yes, I’m dying to tear his clothes off, but no. We’re not having sex.” I rolled my eyes, sexual heat my ass. It’s more like burning desire heat. “As much as I would love to rip his clothes off and explore every inch of his amazing taut body,” I said, watching Chris run, his shirt clinging to his back.

  Ness slapped my arm, laughing. “You’ve got it so bad. You’re practically screaming come fuck me.”

  I giggled, blushing for a split second. “Am not! Anyway, it’s not that easy. He’s making up for the mistakes he made. He’s hurt, and so am I, but we’re going to try and work things out.” I pulled her to a stop, “I’m leaving in a few days to go back with him.”

  “To the apartment?” she asked.

  “No, he sold it,” I confessed. “He bought us an actual home. He said he’s going to buy the place here, so we can still visit here whenever we want, which will be nice.”

  “God.” She let out a long-winded groan. “Damn, I need to marry a rich guy,” she said and wiggled her brows. “So, Mr. City lover bought a house with a yard?” she asked, raising her brows, looking slightly impressed. “That’s a big move for him.”

  Don’t I know it. “Yeah, he feels bad, and I feel bad that he got played like that. Chris’s friend told him we were having sex. They even edited some photos to make it look like we were having an affair. How sick is that?” I scoffed keeping my voice low from the guys.

  “Photos of you and another man . . . that’s why Chris left?” she asked, and I nodded, “Shit. Now, I kind of feel bad for him.”

  “I know, but it still doesn’t excuse what he has done. The best I can do is try and forgive him, but it’s hard. His whole family and our friends hate me,” I muttered, remembering when we go back, I would be facing them also.

  “Don’t worry about them; fuck them all.” She laughed loudly and made the guys glance over their shoulders at us.

  She was right in a way. I didn’t have to take their crap. I knew the truth, and so did Chris. Well, he finally knew the truth now, so he was able to back me up. All I could do was hope for the best and have him stand up for me as I do to him.

  We ended up right down near the water; the ocean breeze blowing lightly against our faces as the wind picked up. Ness and Adam took off down to the lower rocks while Chris and I stayed back, his arms around me and held me to his side as I leaned into him. It felt like home, that nothing had gone wrong.

  “Does this house have furniture?” I asked, spotting a dolphin out in the water, and pointing.

  “No. I thought you would like to buy that together?” Chris kissed the top of my head, and I felt my eyes starting to water. Call me emotional or whatever, but I feared this not working.

  “I’m scared,” I admitted.

  “I know, and I promise I will make it up to you—you both,” he corrected and turned me to face him, his hands cupping my cheeks gently as he pressed his lips against mine—a long lingering kiss, no tongue or parting our mouths, just his lips on mine. It felt nice.

  The kiss felt really nice, but it was also playing on other emotions I had been feeling of late.

  Pulling away, I cocked my head to the side and ran my hands up and down his chest. “Let’s head back to the house. Maybe we can take a shower since it’s getting a little cold?” I suggested.

  “What?” he asked, looking at me slightly confused as I continued feeling a little embarrassed to want a shower with my husband and needing to ask him to join me.

  “Little steps, like when we first dated. I need to make things easier as well, and we always showered together. I want to take a shower with you.”

  “My cock will get hard; you know this, right?” He looked embarrassed, but a slight grin played on his lips.

  Eyes rolling, I groaned. “I’d be offended if it didn’t.”

  With a laugh, he grinned wider. “Oh, really?”

  “Little steps, remember? I just want to shower, and have you hold me.”

  “Little steps,” he repeated and brought his lips back to mine.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Do you like it?” Chris looked at me hesitantly.

  “Chris! I love it. It’s so cosy and romantic.” I smiled up at him and threw my arms around his neck.

  He had surprised me with a trip to the woods. Well, more like rainforest, a relaxing long weekend away since we both had been busy with work this week. I had worn a blindfold for the last half hour of the drive, and he only just peeled it off as he carried me through the doors.

  There were no clues given as I kept asking where he was taking me. He replied, “Shut up and enjoy the drive.”

  “It’ll be good to get away, no phones or emails, just us,” he said as rubbed his hands up and down my waist.

  “Making love a lot?” I wiggled my brows as I bumped my lower waist to his.

  “Sex freak,” he muttered, holding in his dying to break out grin.

  “You love it,” I sang slowly, shaking my hips side to side and pulling my shirt up.

  I ended up giving him a sexy slow dance, but only lasted until I went to unclasp my bra. Chris and his rather visible friend decided that they wanted in on the action and I was tossed over his shoulder and carried to the bed. He dropped me down and hovered over me.

  “You’re sexy,” he whispered huskily.

  “You’re hot,” I replied.

  “I love you.” He pulled back eyeing me.

  “I love you more.” I smiled wide at his annoying face.

  “Can’t you just let me give you a compliment and not have you respond in kind?” He groaned and laughed loudly.

  “Okay,” I said and made a zipping-my-lips-shut motion with my fingers.

  “I love you so much, Charlotte. You’re the most beautiful woman I know, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you,” he whispered and kissed me, a deep passionate kiss that had my knees buckling even though they were flat on the bed.

  My hands stripped his shirt off and threw it to the floor. “Make love to me, handsome, charming, and best boyfriend ever.”

  “As you wish, sweetheart.” He grinned as he lowered his body to mine, kissing and caressing every single inch of skin with his lips or fingertips.

  “Charlotte.” He pulled back and stared down at me, his body looking amazing in the light glow of the fire.


  “Yeah?” I whispered back trying to find my voice.

  “I really do love you, more than you’ll ever know.” He then lowered his head back to mine and kissed me. We made slow, passionate love that night, and it was more incredible each time we did.

  The trip proved to be just what we needed. Our love grew stronger, if not, more solid as we spent those three full days together just doing nothing but loving, exploring, and just enjoying being together.

  ***

  “Charlotte?” His words sounded unsure. “We don’t have to do this. We can wait.”

  I turned around and pulled my top off over my head. “It’s fine, Chris. I want us to take a shower together as a family, and as you said before, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

  “Okay then, I’ll go and undress Lucy.” He walked out of the bathroom, and I carried on with undressing myself. Of course, I was completely nervous. He hadn’t seen me fully naked now. Well, my body isn’t what it used to be anymore. I have bigger breasts, curvier hips, and stretch marks on my stomach.

  I turned the shower tap on, adjusting the temperature when the water sprayed out. I stepped in, hoping the steam will block his sight when he enters. It felt like when we had our first shower together. Mind you, that was way before we slept together. Sure we’d done other things, but I was still shy when it came to undressing in front of him.

  I heard the door open and the footsteps nearing. Chris handed over Lucy, so he could undress. God, I had to look away. Otherwise, I would want to jump him.

  “After this, I might go see the owners and make him an offer to buy the place. What do you think?” he asked over the water.

  “That sounds good,” I said, smiling down at Lucy who was just blinking sleepily as the water ran over her tummy. I moved my arms, so she was lying over my chest. I looked up and saw Chris staring right at me. My eyes skimmed over his body, and I wanted to smack myself hard.

  “Like what you see?” He winked, walking in and in front of us.

  “You know I do,” I replied, looking up at him, my cheeks flaming red as a grin spread over his face.

  “What’s wrong? You’re not embarrassed, are you?” He looked down at me, his dimples slowly fading.

  “Of course, I am,” I muttered, “You’re all hot, and I’m . . .” I trailed off.

  “Perfect,” he finished. “You’re still as beautiful as the day I met you outside that supermarket, if not, even more now. You’ve given me a daughter; your body is only a reminder of giving me something so amazing, and I love you for that, so stop thinking anything else negative. You’re beautiful to me, and that is all that matters.”

  “Why do you have to be so sweet all the time?” I whispered and felt all my insecurities wash down the drain. He had a knack for making me feel beautiful, and he’s just done that again.

  “Not all the time. I can be a grade A jerk as we both know,” he retorted and moved behind me. “Now, let me wash your hair because I know how much you love head massages.” He laughed lightly, reaching for the shampoo.

  It was nice to have this together—the bonding between the three of us as we washed together. Chris washed my hair, something I always got him to do back in the apartment, and his fingers were almost good enough to put me to sleep.

  Well, good enough to put me to sleep, and drive me completely wild.

  “We should get out. Lucy looks ready to fall asleep,” he whispered, kissing the side of my neck softly.

  “Mm, she loves the shower. It always puts her to sleep.” I tilted my head, looking up at him, my heart racing as he stared back down. He had the same lust he always had when he looked at me. My heart was beating a million times an hour as he brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly.

  Pulling back, he smirked, and without a word, he reached and took Lucy from my arms. “Wait here,” he spoke and walked out, leaving me in the shower alone.

  He soon returned and dropped the towel, water trickling down the front of his toned chest as he stepped back into the shower, looking at me with that hungry and lustful look he always got before we had sex.

  “No,” I blurted out as I realised what he was thinking.

  His hands ran down my hips as the water spilled over the top of us, his mouth coming closer as he pulled me flush against his chest. “Oh, yes.”

  His bent his head, placing little kisses all the way down my neck, sucking gently as he reached my collarbone, his teeth grazing over my breast as he nipped and licked lightly. I wanted to say no, but the desire in my body was saying yes.

  “Chris,” I breathed out a soft moan as his mouth reached over my hips. His lips were sucking my skin as he ran his hands easily down the curve of my ass, lifting my thigh over his shoulder and his mouth bit down hard on my butt cheek.

  “Ouch!” I laughed, squirming. “What was that for?”

  He chuckled, kissing my bottom and coming back to the inside of my thigh “Well, baby, I do have a lot of ass-kissing to do. May as well start at the bottom.” He winked, and without warning, he took my core into his mouth, licking and teasing as he always did so well.

  If there was one thing he knew how to do, then it was this; always so generous and giving. Never once has he gone down on me and expected me to do the same; it was always my pleasure over his own.

  “Oh god,” I moaned loudly as he pushed his fingers inside and curled them, running over the sensitive spot and pushing harder.

  I looked down at him, my back against the wall. He looked up at me, giving me a flirty grin like he always does. He then sucked harder on my clit, sending me into a definite knee-buckling orgasm as he pushed his tongue deep inside me and removed his fingers. His hands went up, gripping my breasts and going to a slower pace to draw out the unbelievable bliss I was in right now. My hands that were gripping his hair tightly, slowly loosened as I came down from the high.

  “Keep the beard.” Was all I could say at this moment. Fuck me. That was staying.

  He kissed his way back up; his hardened dick was pressing into my stomach as his mouth crashed over mine. I went to touch him, but he pulled my hand away. “No.” he breathed out.

  “Why?” I pulled back.

  “Char, I can wait,” he groaned as I ran my fingers down his chest, my hand reaching down and fisting around his hardness.

  “Okay, then stud.” I smiled and pushed him off me, grabbing the towel and running into the bedroom as I left him there half-shocked and very hard.

  I checked to see if Lucy was in her bed, but she wasn’t. I figured Chris must have put her into the big cot to sleep and get used to it during the day more.

  I didn’t know whether it was the hormones acting up or the fact that Chris walked out completely naked with his cock bobbing, but I wanted him.

  He was looking at me in the same way: desire, want, and hunger as his body moved over mine, his mouth kissing me as I wrapped my legs around him. His hands held mine out, and I don’t know if that was because I kept trying to touch him, or he just wanted to hold hands.

  “Let me,” I spoke over his mouth as I tried to pull away.

  “No,” he groaned. “We’re not having sex until you trust me again.” He pulled back, looking slightly annoyed.

  I raised my brows. “Who mentioned sex?”

  “What do you want then? Because I won’t fuck you.” He sighed, lying down beside me.

  My hand did the talking as it slowly skimmed down his chest and reached the area I wanted. It was only fair that I give him what he gave me. I stroked his dick, lying by his side and watching his reaction. My hand moved up and down, twisting around as we continued to kiss, his hand running over my bare body as he gently caressed me.

  “Char, I’m going to . . .” he breathed out. A low husky groan came from his mouth as he tilted his head back. His breathing quickened from his parting lips as he blew over his chest while I stroked faster, wanting him to come hard.

  My hands ached as I let him go and grabbed the towel to clean him up, but stopped a
nd leaned forward, knowing he was still watching as I licked the white fluid from his chest and trailed my tongue lower, down to his flaccid cock that still had semen around. I cleaned him with my mouth, not because he had just eaten my pussy like a king at the buffet, but because I wanted to.

  “You didn’t have to do that.” He sat up and reached for some underwear.

  “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” I shrugged, pulling my shirt over my head.

  “I’m sorry.” His face softened. “I shouldn’t say that.”

  “I just want us to be how we were. We had sex all the time, and I could barely keep my hands off you. Now, I’m too nervous to touch you.” I sighed, sitting beside him.

  “Me too. I think you’re right when you said we need to start over. I love you, and I will do anything to prove it too you. Just remember I fell in love with you long before we had sex. We did other things before that,” he said as he pulled me close to his chest and held me.

  “You’re right, but I do enjoy seeing your face when you get off.” I smiled.

  “And I love seeing you the same way.” Chris stood up and walked over to the bassinet. “Where’s Lucy?”

  “Didn’t you put her in the big cot?” I questioned, panic setting in. One, because I couldn’t believe I had just done that with her in the room.

  “No.” He frowned, standing up as he threw his clothes on quickly.

  I felt my stomach drop as we both raced out of the bedroom and into the hallway. There, Adam was standing with his arms crossed and shaking his head at us. “Really?” He smirked. “Not while my beautiful niece is in that room, you don’t.”

  “We just took a shower. Where is she?” I asked him, breathing out a relief that she hadn’t been kidnapped.

  “In her cot. I didn’t want her to be scared from the disgusting noises coming from that shower. You couldn’t keep your legs shut.”