Lullaby of Tears

by Becs, Lindsay

  “Is that a promise?” she asks, dropping to the side of the bed with her chest resting on it, her head propped on her hand.

  She’s a wet dream. My wet dream. In fact, she’s starred in many a wet dream of mine through the years. “I could get used to this view. Just bob your head a few times for me.”

  “You are dirty!” she yells, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her pretty tits together and looking even more mouthwatering. She has no idea what she does to me.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful,” I tell her.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She blows me a kiss and ends the call.

  Leaning forward again, I pull up the screenshot I took of her a minute ago and pull my cock out of my pants. I come so hard jacking off to that picture of her, I’m pretty sure it hit the ceiling.

  24

  Lily

  I couldn’t sleep the whole night, filled with excitement. I packed my bag, showered and did my hair. I made sure I was shaved and lotioned everywhere and got Easton’s stuff together.

  I was dropping him off at my parents’ on my way to the airport, thankful that they could keep him for me. I selfishly wanted this first visit with Mitch to be just the two of us. Easton and Mitch FaceTimed as well and they got along great, but I wanted this visit for us to make a plan.

  As I sat on the plane, I couldn’t help the smile that never left my face. I felt like my life was coming together like it should have in the beginning. Part of me felt guilty for feeling that way after everything Luka had done and been to me, but I also knew my heart was always Mitch’s.

  Mitch and I have never had good timing. Even now it wasn’t the best, but at least we are both in places where we could make it work if we tried. All I know is that I’m not giving up this chance with him without a fight.

  When my plane lands, I collect my bags and find my way to the exit. I see a driver there waiting for me, holding a sign with my name on it. Disappointment crosses my face when it’s not Mitch there, but I understand why he can’t be the one waiting. Fame does get in the way sometimes, and his signature long blonde hair is hard to hide.

  I walk with the driver to the waiting limo. I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s a limo, but I am. He opens the door for me to get in as he takes my bag from me. I climb inside, and when I look up, Mitch is there. I scream and rush into his lap, kissing him like he’s the oxygen I need to survive.

  “Someone’s excited to see me,” he says as I kiss all over his face.

  “You have no idea,” I say as I look into his eyes. He has always been attractive, but aged a little… Yum!

  I climb off his lap and sit in the seat next to him, buckling my seatbelt as the driver pulls away from the airport.

  “Now you feel so far away,” Mitch frowns, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me to him again. I straddle his lap with my hands on his shoulders. His hair is tied up on his head, and I can get lost in his blue eyes forever.

  Bending down, I kiss him again, this time sliding my tongue into his mouth. “Is this better?”

  I feel his hand wrap around my back and slide up my shirt. “We’re getting there.”

  As I sit on his lap, I can feel his hardness and how ready he is for me. “Do you want me now, or do you want to wait?” I ask, leaning away from him with a smirk.

  “I want you everywhere,” he says, pulling my neck back down, our lips meeting again.

  When the limo pulls up to the back entrance of the hotel, we are both panting. I crawl off this lap and smooth my clothes as I take his hand and exit the limo. When we both stand, he pulls me to his side and kisses my temple. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

  “Me too,” I beam.

  We spend the afternoon walking around, enjoying the hustle of the city. The streets are crowded with tourists and street acts on every corner. We watch the dancing fountain of the Bellagio, where we’re staying, and get gelato from The Venetian. Mitch tries his hand at blackjack at the MGM, losing $2,000, but when we go to the craps tables, I blow on the dice and he wins that back and more, picking me up and swinging me around in celebration.

  We go back to where we’re staying, and I get to see the room for the first time. We’re in a penthouse suite, and I think you could fit my whole house inside. It’s beautiful, with gold fixtures and ornate decor in every place you look.

  I go to the bathroom with my bag and pull out the dress I bought. It’s black and dips into a deep ‘V’ in the front and back, hugging all my curves. I put on red heels and pull my hair up on one side. When I open the bathroom door, Mitch is standing in front of the bed, holding a single red rose.

  “Wow,” he says, taking a stumble back. “You look… you look… wow…”

  “Thank you,” I say as I feel my cheeks heat, and I smile at his response.

  “I don’t think we’re going to dinner,” he says, taking a step toward me now.

  “Why not?” I ask, pinching my brows together in confusion.

  “Because I want to see what you have on under that incredible dress,” he says with his hand on my throat, biting my earlobe.

  “What if I say nothing?”

  “Now we definitely aren’t going anywhere.”

  I let out a laugh. “But I’m hungry.”

  “Me too, but what I’m hungry for is in this room,” he says, kissing down my neck.

  I cup his face in my hands, guiding him to meet my eyes. “I promise the wait will be worth it, but I need sustenance if you want all of this.”

  “Then let’s go. The faster we go, the faster we can come back,” he says, pulling me toward the door.

  Mitch had made reservations at a five-star restaurant. They had a bottle of wine at the table for us, and we managed to consume it and another bottle while we enjoyed the most delicious meal. I was feeling the wine pretty good by the time we were walking back to our room.

  I pause when I see a sign for chapel services, bringing my laughter to an end. Mitch stands confused, looking at me until he notices the sign.

  “You okay?” he asks, concerned.

  I turn to face him, holding both of his hands in mine. “I’m more than okay. Mitch?” I pause, smiling at him. “I love you. I always have.”

  “You scared me,” he says, pulling me into him. “I love you too.” He kisses the top of my head, holding me close.

  “Let’s get married,” I tell him, and if he’s shocked, he doesn’t look it.

  Instead, he releases his hold on me and drops to one knee, holding my hands still. “Lily,” he starts, and my breath catches. “I have always wanted nothing but you. I’ve loved you for the last eleven years and will love you for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife and letting me show you my love for the rest of your life?”

  A sob gets caught in my throat as tears sting in my eyes. “Yes!” I shout. “A thousand times yes!”

  He stands and kisses me hard, cupping my face in his hands. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeats between kisses. Turns out that the nicer chapels in the nicer hotels you can’t just get married on a whim. Who knew? Instead, we jumped into a taxi, and Mitch told the driver to take us to any chapel that was open. We pulled up to a 24-hour chapel down The Strip.

  We sign the papers; I hold a fake bouquet of flowers and Elvis walks me down the aisle to the man I have loved since I was sixteen. We say ‘I do’ and take our photo that is included in Wedding Package A, and as we walk out into the night air hand in hand, I know that it was the best decision I have ever made.

  “Tomorrow I’ll buy you a ring,” he says, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my ring finger.

  “Right now, I want you to show me how much you love me,” I say with lust-filled eyes for my new husband.

  On the elevator up to our room, we stand on opposite sides. I cling to the handrail to keep from ripping his shirt open. We stare at each other, each taking in the other, and we are both dripping with lust. When the doors open to our penthouse,
there is nothing soft about the way Mitch grabs me, pushing me into the suite.

  Picking me up, I wrap my legs around him as he carries me in, and we kiss each other in heated fervor. He has one hand on my ass and the other is in my hair, throwing out the pins holding it up as he walks. My hands are in his hair, around his neck and pulling and scratching at his back.

  We get halfway to the bedroom when he pushes my back into a wall, making me moan when I feel his hardness against my eager sex. He pulls both straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts. I take my hands off of him just long enough to pull my arms out of my dress.

  His hands palm my breasts, pushing me into the wall harder. I lay my head back against the wall and pull him closer to me with my legs around his middle. My nipples harden under his touch, and when he takes one in his mouth, my hips buck against him in desire.

  Mitch pulls my mouth back to his and cups my ass, carrying me once again. Our mouths are connected, and he is all the air I need. When he lays me on the bed and releases me, I protest with a groan from the loss of him. My body is writhing, ready and wanting to have him in every way.

  He slides his hands from my breasts down my sides, taking off my dress that’s now around my waist, leaving me in only my lace panties and heels. I kick my heels off as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the ground.

  Looking up at him, I see a man now. He is no longer the boy I first crushed on, but the most beautifully sculpted man. His tattoo-covered arms and torso are ribbed with muscles that move and twitch with each movement he makes.

  I love this man.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he says, looking me over from top to bottom, making me blush.

  He lowers to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulls my legs toward him. He drags my panties down and then runs his hands up the inside of my thighs until he reaches my heat. He spreads me wide, but I fight a little in hesitation, not wanting him to see my scars from the past.

  He looks into my face with pure adoration. “Open for me, baby. I want to love you.” With that, I let my bent knee fall to the side, exposing all of me to him for the first time.

  Mitch slowly kisses each of my scars, not asking about them or saying anything, just healing me with his love.

  I watch as he lowers his mouth, kissing up my thigh until he reaches my center. The sensation from his mouth on me has my core on fire. He slides his tongue into my opening, then draws it out, making circles around my clit, and I can’t help my hips from rocking back and forth. I grip the sheets in my hands as I feel ready to explode, seeing stars as he licks and sucks harder, sending me to ecstasy.

  When I come down, I slowly open my eyes and meet his with a smile. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he says, kissing my inner thigh again, then standing.

  I lower both my feet to the floor, and sitting up, I wrap my arms around his middle and kiss his stomach. I run my fingers along the waistband of his pants, feeling the head of his cock, and when I unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, he springs free. My mouth waters at the sight of him. I pull his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side.

  I palm his hard cock, rubbing him while looking up into his darkening blue eyes. Lowering my mouth to him, taking only his head in, I make circles with my tongue, teasing him in the same way he did me earlier. I look up at him through my lashes, asking, “Is this the sight you were picturing yesterday?”

  “This is so much fucking better,” he groans out, gathering my hair on top of my head and pushing me to take him in again. This time I don’t stop at the tip, but keep going until I feel him hit the back of my throat. Cupping his balls, I suck and stroke him up and down until he pulls me up to stop.

  “Lily, you gotta stop, or I’m not going to be able to take you the way I want to.”

  Without speaking, I take his hands in mine, pulling him down to the bed and pushing him to lie on his back as I straddle him. I bend down and kiss his chest, up his neck, ending in a deep kiss on his perfect lips.

  “I love you,” I whisper as I reach down and line up his hard erection with my entrance. I push myself down on him, causing me to gasp at the feel of him filling me. A clipped moan releases from me as I slide up and down again, slowly, wanting to feel every inch of him hit every part of me.

  Being one with him in this moment is unlike any other intimate moment I’ve ever had. Mitch is my soul, my heart. He’s what I crave and the breath I need to survive. I am his, and he is mine.

  I open my eyes to find his eyes on me. It’s a magical moment, getting lost completely in one another. Giving every ounce of love I possess to this man who has held my heart all along.

  Wrapping his hand around my neck, he brings me down to crash our mouths together, tasting each other fully. I arch my back as I slide up and down again, him cupping my breasts. This man is doing things to me and making me feel things that are from another universe.

  He wraps an arm around me, and in one movement rolls us, putting me on my back, with him still inside of me. I never want to feel the loss of him now that I have him.

  He runs his hands down my front, teasing my breasts again, making me arch and buck into him harder and deeper. When I moan his name, it’s all he needs.

  He thrusts in harder, swallowing my loud moan with a kiss.

  He thrusts in deeper, taking and claiming me as his forever.

  He thrusts in one last time, taking both of us over the edge together.

  At that moment, all the parts of me that had been broken, used and beaten, past and present, were all healed and mended. I was saturated with love. Healed by the only person who truly could. He loved every part of me, the beautiful and ugly parts.

  We lay there wrapped in each other until we both let sleep take us under.

  I woke up to the sun streaming through a crack in the curtain, shining over the beautiful man lying beside me. The man who made me whole again.

  I lie on my side, my chin resting in my hand, as I run my other hand through his hair. I could stare at him forever and it still wouldn’t be long enough. I can’t help the need I have to feel his lips on mine again as I bend down to kiss him. He reaches up, putting his fingers in my tangled hair, returning my kiss.

  “I love you so much,” he says with his eyes still closed when I pull away.

  I smile, looking down at his perfect face. “I love you till the end.”

  * * *

  Before leaving Vegas, Mitch bought me the most beautiful ring. We decided to tell our families that we were engaged instead of married, so we wouldn’t get murdered by them. Plus, it was really important to Mitch to talk to Easton about being a part of our family.

  Mitch and I flew back together a day early. He didn’t have a lot of time between now and the end of the tour in two months, and we wanted to ‘get married’ at the end of those two months in front of everyone.

  I had asked Lo to pick up Easton from school, since it was her usual day, and meet us at my house with him. I didn’t give her any more details and she didn’t ask, but I know she suspected what was really going on.

  “You are glowing. You aren’t pregnant again, are you?” Lo asks as she pours us each a glass of wine.

  “No! Besides, even if I was, we wouldn’t know this early. It has been over a year since I’ve had sex.”

  “Was it amazing, earth-shattering sex?”

  “Holy fuckballs, yes!”

  “It’s about damn time, Lil,” she says, clinking her glass to mine.

  “We got married,” I blurt out, confessing to my friend.

  “You slut! I can’t believe you lied to me!”

  “Sorry, but I don’t even care. It’s what we should have done a long time ago.”

  “Was it planned before you got there?”

  “No, it just happened, but it was perfect. Elvis and all,” I laugh.

  “I’m really happy for you. You and Mitch. Now you two can have crazy monkey
sex and be happy together like you’ve always been meant to be.”

  “Will you be my maid of honor at the wedding?”

  “Of course! Even if it is a sham,” she says, taking a sip of her wine.

  “He’s talking to East now. What if he tells Mitch no? What if he’s not ready to let another man into our lives?”

  “Shut your face. He loves Mitch, and Mitch has always loved him. It’ll be fine.”

  “I’m so nervous right now.”

  “Let’s go spy,” Lo says with a head tilt toward the hallway where Easton’s room sits.

  I bite my lip thinking about if I want to breach the privacy of their conversation. “Yeah, let’s go,” I say, walking toward Easton’s room.

  Lo and I lean against the wall outside his bedroom door, which is cracked open, and listen.

  “…You want to be my dad?” I hear Easton ask Mitch, and it makes my heart hurt a little bit for my ten-year-old son, who has known too much loss in his short life.

  “I’ll never try to take your dad’s place, Easton. No one ever can. What I hope is that you’ll let me be part of your life with your mom. We can make new memories together and become a new family together. I love your mom a lot. And I love you too.” Mitch’s words to my son touch me so deeply. If it’s possible, I love him more because of them.

  “My mom, she’s been sad for a while. Even before my dad died. Can you help me to make her happy? She does so much for me to try to keep me happy, but I want to help her be happy too. She’s the best mom.” I feel Lo’s hand on my shoulder as a tear falls down my face, listening to Easton.

  “I hope so. I’ve never wanted anything more than to make her happy. But I want you to be happy too. It’s not about just one person. It’s about the three of us all being happy together. Do you think you’d be happy with that? Would you be happy with us being a family together?”