by Maine, Miley
I stare at him with wide shocked eyes. He can’t seriously be bringing this back up again. I already told him that I wouldn’t come and live with him. And for him to offer to pay off my debts as well is something else.
“Before you refuse, just remember that there is plenty of space in the house for everybody. We won’t need to be stepping on one another’s toes all the time. Plus, it will allow Travis to stay at the school he likes.”
“I don’t think so...”
“I just don’t think a hotel is going to be a good long-term solution for you. I think you will struggle with your work. I think you have spent all your life struggling, especially since Travis has been born. You don’t need to keep struggling anymore. I can help you. Even if it’s just for a little while...”
I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him. “So, you aren’t asking me as a long-term thing? Just until I can get myself sorted?”
“It can be for as short or as long as you like., you can stay forever if you want to, I would certainly like that.”
He’s making it seem like this is not just out of necessity but because he wants me as well. Because he wants to live with me, which makes me feel much less desperate and needy, like a charity case. It’s only because of that I even consider his offer.
“You can’t pay off my debts,” I tell him seriously. “I need to be the one to pay them off. Don’t look at me like that, I can’t accept it from you. A lot of my debt has come even before you were in my life. I don’t want that to be anything to do with you.”
His face breaks out into a smile. “But you are saying that you will be coming to live with me. Because that’s what I really want. To be there for you and Travis. To have you guys in my life. To be around you all the time because it really was the best time ever when you guys stayed at mine. I love the noise and the activity. I just love the company of you both and would like nothing more than for it to become a permanent, or semi-permanent thing if that’s what you want.”
I’m speechless, absolutely lost for words, completely unsure of what to do from here. I don’t ever want to be indebted to anyone. I certainly don’t want to start a relationship imbalanced with Marc. But it would be nice to stay at his, to have that stability just for a little while. For Travis more than me.
“I suppose so.” I nod slowly. “But just until I know where my head is at.”
“Of course, of course,” he reassures me. “Whatever you need. I’m just glad that everything is okay.”
He opens his arms and invites me in for a hug which I fall in to willingly. Being back in his arms and having him hold me and comfort me is everything I need and so much more. It makes me wonder why the hell I spent so much time pushing away the only person who has ever really cared about me. And not just me but my son as well.
“Would you like a drink or something?” I ask thickly. “You deserve it.”
“I don’t need something to drink,” he tells me gruffly, almost as if there is something stuck in his throat. “I just need you.”
I feel it as well, I can feel how badly he needs me and it creates a bubble of unexpected desire inside me. I don’t know if I should be feeling this way, especially since this has been one of the worst days of my whole life, but it has ended well, so there isn’t any reason that I shouldn’t go for it.
Without allowing myself to get caught up in my thoughts, I push myself up on to my tip toes and purse my lips out towards his. Marc looks stunned for a second, but it isn’t long before that hooded desire floods his eyes and he’s leaning in to kiss me as well.
Every time I think that we shouldn’t be getting closer because its dangerous, life pushes us right back in to one another’s arms and it feels amazing. If this is fate or destiny or whatever, then I am more than willing to go along with whatever it keeps telling me. Especially when it feels this good. And everything about Marc feels incredible. God, he is just phenomenal, isn’t he?
Wow. The moment our lips finally meet, my heart erupts into fireworks. My whole body flip flops and I slide in closer to him like an automatic reaction. Why do I keep trying to deny myself this pleasure? This sizzling chemistry, this desire, this joy…?
Marc is right, I have lived without joy for far too long, I have struggled by myself for seven long years, there isn’t any need to anymore. I have him and he actually wants to be a part of my crazy messed up life with me. He wants to make it better which is exactly what he does just by being in front of me.
17
Marc
December 30th
Her hands slowly travel down my body as our kiss deepens, I can practically feel the intense desire gripping on to her as her crazy day comes to an end. Thankfully, a positive ending because I’m sure that she’s very aware this could have taken a very terrible turn.
“Oh God,” I murmur as her eager fingers cup my bulge. The material might be in the way, blocking her from really getting a grip of my cock, but I stand to attention anyway because even this feels so good. There was a time when I feared I might not get her back again, which intensifies every sensation inside of my body already. “Oh, Aisha, that feels so good.”
“Mmm.” She’s smiling, I can hear it in her moan, which brings a grin to my lips as well. Soon, I get to know why she’s so happy because she has a cheeky thought in her mind. The tips of her fingers graze the waist band of my underwear, daring to just about feel the tip. My hips buck every time she brushes over me which just shows how out of control this incredible woman has made me already. She has flipped from damsel in distress to a sex goddess in seconds, and I love it. She really keeps me on my toes, which is amazing. “You are incredible, Marc.”
The way that her name rolls off of her tongue like it’s always belonged there, combined with the sensation of her dipping her hand right in and taking me between her fingers causes a guttural, primal sound to fly out from the most animalistic side of me.
She strokes me, softly at first, testing the waters but as I unbuckle my trousers to let them fall down, so she can get a better access to me. She picks up the pace which causes my head to spin. Aisha actually has my knees like fucking jelly, she might make me fall over if I’m not careful. I have to grip on to her shoulders just to keep me upright.
“Do you like this?” she murmurs seductively, bolting desire all the way down to the base of my cock. “Does it feel good? Do you want more? Harder? Faster?”
I can’t answer her, all I can do is nod. I want everything that she is willing to give me, I want to know just how much she can make my head twist and turn. But as soon as she does everything that I have just asked for, I realize my mistake. I’m about to explode already, I’m about to lose my mind, and it’s too soon. It’s too much. I toss my head back and let the desire grip on to me. I want to be buried deep inside of her, but I’m too breathless to ask. I don’t stand a chance unless somehow, she senses what I want through my body language…
“You want me?” she suddenly growls while nipping on my ear lobes. A strangely pleasurable sensation considering it stings a little bit. “You have to ask me if you want me.”
Oh, God. It seems that she can read me after all. But she wants me to ask her, she needs me to beg, so I have to dig down deep inside of myself and find the words somewhere…
“Y… yes,” I pant out. “I…” I can’t do it. I want to do it, but I can’t. “I want… y… you…”
As soon as those words erupt from me, she snatches her hand away, leaving me cold and alone. I’m wanting her hand on me all over again. I feel ragged and desperate, a little crazy, but since this is what I’ve asked for, I can’t complain.
“Come with me.” She laces her fingers through mine and pulls me with her. “Let’s go to my bedroom, shall we? Then I can give you your reward.”
I’m so enraptured by her, I wouldn’t be able to resist her demand even if I wanted to, which of course I don’t. I follow her eagerly, watching the delightful swing of her ass as she goes. Her curves are incredible, her body is just amaz
ing, she draws me towards her, and we head for the bedroom. Her room which is much emptier than it was before. She doesn’t even have sheets on the bed anymore. Not that it matters, because we can keep each other warm.
“Get on the bed.” She pushes me back, leaving me very little choice. I find myself chuckling, feeling all wild and carefree as I hit the empty bed. A dizziness consumes me for a second, but I rapidly prop myself up on to my elbows to get a glimpse of her because I absolutely need to know what she’s doing right now… and Aisha doesn’t disappoint.
She’s peeling her clothing off in a little strip show for me. There might not be any sexy music playing, but I’m sure that she can hear something in her head, and I can hear it too. Every sway of her hips, every flick of her ankles, every little movement sends me wild with lust.
“You have no idea how good you look right now,” I groan in agony. “Will you get over here so I can have you? You have me on the brink.”
She tosses her hair to the side and lets out a gorgeous, musical sounding laugh which causes my heart to skip a beat. I think this time I might be falling for her even more. If I’m not careful, soon I will be head over heels in love, probably far too quickly for her. The last thing I want to do is scare her away, so I can’t focus on my feelings. I need to have her already.
“You have protection?” she asks me with a cocked eyebrow at the very moment she tosses her panties to the side. “Otherwise unfortunately for you, you’re going to strike out.”
I always have protection with me now. I can’t risk being in the presence of Aisha and missing out on the chance to be with her, so while stripping myself down in a very rapid manner, I grab out the condom and sheath myself up so that I am ready.
“Lie back,” Aisha commands. “I’m coming for you.”
I act like I’m doing exactly what she wants, but I can’t always allow her to have the control, so as soon as she sits on top of me, straddling me, I can feel my tip just teasing her entrance. I bolt up into a sitting position and kiss her hard. While kissing Aisha, I flip her over, so she is underneath me, then turn her over to her front. As she pokes her ass into the air and glances over her shoulder at me, more than happy to go along with whatever I need, I know that we are in for one hell of a night of fun. I don’t think either of us will be sleeping much. We have spent too much time apart now, even if it was only a couple of days in reality. We need to make up for that, and that will take all night long at least…
Every new experience with Aisha is incredible, particularly the sexual ones, and as I slide into her from behind, this is no different. I can bury deep inside her from this angle, I can see the wonderful curve of her ass which I love so much, I can see yet another side to her…
Each thrust echo through the room, every cry coming from the pair of us might be a little too loud. At one point, Aisha even pushes her face in to the pillow so as not to wake her son up, but it seems like he is too exhausted to hear anything as we ride the waves of bliss together over and over again. My body changes, I can feel myself transform, I’m pretty sure that everything we have shared before is deepening and becoming something even better, even stronger, something that will last as long as I want it to…
And as the pleasure crashes through me one final time, as I explode and erupt, completely losing my head in the process, I can’t help but wonder if it is already too late. I don’t know if I have already fallen too hard for Aisha. I keep trying to fight my feelings back so as not to scare her off, but when I am unhinged and free like this, I just know that I am in danger, that I am putting everything on the line for her. I know how much this one woman could break me if she wanted to, more than I have ever been broken before, and that’s including my romantic history, and I’m still willing to keep pushing forward for her.
I must be an absolute mad man.
December 31st
“We are really moving into your house?” Travis asks me for what feels like the hundredth time. “So, I don’t have to leave my school and my friends?”
“Definitely not.” I smile warmly at him, getting caught up in his excitement. Much as I know for sure that this is the perfect step for all of us right now, I can’t help feeling just the tiniest bit nervous. I’m sure that she feels the same way as well. I can see it in her eyes when she keeps darting strange glances my way. I suppose it’s natural to feel this way because it is a little wild. But I’m sure that soon enough, Travis will rub off on us both and we will begin to enjoy ourselves… well, as much as you can enjoy moving boxes, packing, and unpacking.
“And you don’t mind having all of my toys at your house?”
“Of course not!” I reassure him. “I don’t mind at all. Anyway, you will have your own bedroom, won’t you? So, you can keep a lot of your stuff there.”
“The room I slept in before?” He jumps up and down with excitement. “I like that room.”
“Well then, we should get everything over to my place, shouldn’t we? Then we can all settle in. Have something to eat and decide what to do next. Don’t you think?” Travis nods eagerly, willing to help if this is the solution to all of his problems. “Right, well I will take this box. Erm, Travis?” He looks at me curiously. “Did you still want to have a talk with your mom? You know, about the stuff that we discussed in the park? About you feeling like you don’t have a say in things?”
He cocks his head to one side thoughtfully for a moment before shaking it. “No. Not now, because this is the decision that I would have made anyway.”
Hmm, I suppose I can’t push this because he is only six years old. It might be something for me to bring up later on, just so that it doesn’t happen again. But it doesn’t have to be today. Today, we all have enough on our plates to contend with.
“Okay, well why don’t you grab those toys and come with me then?” I smile. “The quicker that we get this done, the better.”
I want it done fast so that we can all get adjusted, but also so that Aisha doesn’t have to see her asshole landlord again. That guy is a massive prick as I learned when I tried to negotiate a bit more time with him yesterday, and I don’t want him to upset her today. I also don’t want him to tell her that I paid off her back rent because she has made it very obvious that she doesn’t want any more of my financial help, which is something that I have to respect.
She is letting me do some things to help her though, and I just need to be grateful for that.
18
Aisha
December 31st
“I have my own little office space?” I ask Marc in shock. “You are really happy for me to have this desk? To have all this area. You have already been so kind...”
“I want you to have it.” He grins at me. “I know you don’t know how long you are staying here, but I just want you to have everything you need while I am at work and Travis is at school. That way you can have your own little area for your routine.”
I can see what he’s envisioning and it’s an image that I really like. A picture of us with Travis living like a real family. Him going to work, me working from this little office, Travis at school, the school he loves, enjoying his life... it’s a nice picture. I do want to just sink into it. But I have to admit that I’m not one hundred percent content and I won’t be until I have my debts at least organized. I might not be able to pay them off all in one go, but I do want to have them in one place. At least to know what I’m doing. I feel like once I have that sorted, my head will be much clearer.
“I might just check it out if you don’t mind. Travis is happy setting up his room, so I might just get my computer all put in place.”
“Sure. I will be in the kitchen. Call me if you need me.” Marc takes a step back from me seeming to sense that I need a little bit of time alone. He has been so considerate of how overwhelming this day might be for me; I can’t thank him enough. I don’t exactly know how to thank him. I’m going to have to find a way at some point. “Even if you need a coffee or something.”
“Thank you
, that’s brilliant. I appreciate it.”
Once Marc is gone, I start getting my computer all set up as I like it. In my home, I never really had it in one place. I’ve moved it around a lot to suit what I needed at the time, but here I’m happy to keep it all in one place.
“I like this,” I mutter to myself. “This is good. This feels like settling down.”
I rest my hands on my hips and look at everything I have just set up with a small smile playing on the corner of my lips. Marc really is perfect. Everything about this situation is lovely. I do have a little funny feeling like something is going to come crashing down on me at any moment, but I’m sure that’s only because of the lifestyle I am used to. Living on the edge, constantly waiting for something to happen, preparing myself for the bad things to strip away any happiness I find.
But that won’t happen here. I’m sure it won’t, not with Marc here protecting me.
“Anyway, I’m not just here to set up my computer,” I remind myself. “I have a job to do here.”
I sit down at the screen and bring my computer to life. I have spent a lot of time trying to find loans online but haven’t ever committed to any of them yet because it didn’t feel right. But now I know, I need to get a consolidation loan to put everything in one place. It’s the only way I can get organized, it’s the only way I can stop myself from spiraling in interest and further debt. This is the best way.
But it’s not something that comes easy. I don’t want to just jump on the first one that comes my way. I want to do this in a thorough, smart way. I’m trying to make my life better now, for me and Travis, for Marc as well, because I don’t want to be more of a burden to him than I already am.
“Is this it?” I’m also scared of leaping on an offer that feels too good to be true, but I also don’t want to miss out on a bargain. “What do I do?”
