by Mia Villano
“Look at me, I’m suffering. I’m sorry. I can’t take you shutting me out. I need to make love to you, Prudence. I need you,” he said.
“I came here to get away from you, Alex. I need to think about everything that happened. I’m still upset you lied to me about Stella.”
The tears came to my eyes as I thought about him with her. Thought about him touching her, needing her, coming for her. Making a baby with her. I hated myself for being jealous of a woman who miscarried a baby at three months in utero and who went mad from the grief. I hated myself for wanting him now. For responding to him now, my cunt getting even hotter.
“Please let me in so we can talk. I came all this way to see you. I know I hurt you. That keeping this from you hurt you. I lied and I’m sorry. Damn it, Prudence. If I could change it, I would. I’m sorry for all of it. For pushing you away, not telling you about Stella, making you wait for me all this time. Prudence, open the door. Let me back into your life.”
“Why do you love me, Alex?” I asked. I still wasn’t convinced he deserved to be let into the house, or back into my life.
“You are everything in my life that is good and wonderful. Nothing else matters, Prudence. You know the real me, not the wealthy senator. You knew me before all of this. I tried to make it work with other women. But they’re not you.”
“I’m no good for you, Alex. I will just hurt your career. This past life of mine is never going to go away. It will always be there, and it will do more damage to you than me. There will always be some idiot around to make trouble because of me. You don’t need to be associated with drugs and AIDS. I love you too much to let my past ruin what you’ve worked so hard for.”
“You are why I’m a senator. Do you remember that night I was over at the house, and your mom out? We were watching television and the President came on, and I said I wanted his job one day. You told me that you could picture me doing that. You said, ‘Alex, I can see you up there one day giving that speech.’ I never forgot that, and that is what I kept in the back of my mind when I decided to run for the senate. ” He shoved his hands into his pockets.
My beautiful Alex was crying because he needed me and loved me. I loved him so much my heart broke watching him.
“Alex,” came out barely above a whisper.
“Tell me you don’t love me anymore and I will go. You won’t have to see me again. If you can't get past this, I understand. I should have told you. I’m sorry. I panicked at the thought of losing you. Fuck, Prudence, before you, I was lonely and unfulfilled. You will have my heart forever, whatever you decide.” He put his hand up on the doorframe and hung his head. I saw the tears drop down.
I unhooked the lock on the screen door; he rushed in and grabbed me in his arms. I kissed him with such force it hurt. His tongue drove inside my mouth searching and begging. I stopped him.
“We can talk more later. I have gone two weeks without you; I can’t breathe unless you are inside of me,” I said, in between his nearly violent kisses.
The floor come out from under me, as he lifted me and carried me upstairs to the bedroom. I nuzzled my face into his neck smelling him, and tasting his skin.
“Which room?” he asked. He held me in his arms as tears streamed down his face and onto me.
“Pick one,” I moaned.
He kicked the door open to one of the rooms and laid me on the bed. The room I’d slept in was the one he chose. The sound of ocean waves coming in on the shore filled the room. A breeze blew in, but did little to cool my hot body. The hunger I had for him at that moment was intense. He took off his coat, sweater, and t-shirt while kissing me. I grabbed on to him, trying to keep him next to my body. He removed my robe and lay across me. He pressed his hot still half-clothes body against me as I tried to unbutton his pants. He shook his boots to the floor one-by-one. I pulled his pants down as far as I could and then he kicked them off the rest of the way. I wanted his boxers off too. I pulled them down, and watched as his cock stuck out, hard and waiting. I just wanted every part of him. I needed him so badly it hurt.
Alex consumed me with his mouth like he was starving. Nothing else mattered. His beard scratches were so sensual on my sensitive skin. His tongue explored me, as he kissed my lips and neck and then worked his way down to my hard nipples. He sucked on each one until I cried out.
“Prudence, I love you more than anything. You are my life,” he said. He snuggled his head into my neck and breathed me in as the tears kept coming from both of us. Hearing him say my name like that, sent a burning ache through my body, as I kissed the warm, salty tears from his eyes.
“Make love to me, Alex. I need you now.”
“God, Prudence.” Instead of plowing inside me, he explored all of me with his hands, like he had to relearn what my body felt like and how to touch it. He caressed my hips, thighs, and calves. He even rubbed my feet before running his hands back over my body. He licked his fingers and put them inside me as he closed his eyes.
“You are so wet and ready aren’t you? You are always wet for me. That’s how I want you forever.” His fingers opened me up, but they weren’t satisfying me and I had to have him.
I moved over on top of him and straddled his body. Foreplay was not needed. He was so hard, and big, and I was so wet that he slipped right into me. My body arched, and I closed my eyes as I took all of him inside. My hands fisted the sheets to hold on. He never felt so big and thick inside me before. My sex clenched around him as he thrust in me. His hands ran up my body to cup my breasts.
“No one compares to you, Prudence. I don’t want anyone else but you,” he moaned. He looked at me with his sexy dark eyes and pushed in and out, as I enjoyed the sensual ride. I tried to keep my eyes open to look at him. He was so deep in me I felt it in my stomach. We both were sweating, our skin burning hot as the cool air blew in through the window.
“I love you more than anything, Alex. You are right where you belong.”
I rocked back and forth and let the feelings that only my Alex gave me come over me. The orgasm I needed stirred deep inside me. I let out a long moan, and Alex caressed me with his thumb, rubbing the spot that sent me over the edge. He knew just what I needed. This orgasm was spurred by knowing that I was truly his, and it was different this time. It was stronger and more forceful as my body arched, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I held my breath. Alex cupped my bare ass and massaged it as he thrust deeper into me. My mind cleared and the only thing left was the pleasure plowing through me. Alex was right behind me, his head pushed hard into the pillow, hips thrusting with me, pumping me full of his warm cum. We looked into each other’s eyes as euphoria tunneled through us. He stopped quivering and relaxed underneath me as his body melted into mine. We lay there for what seemed like forever, our mouth and hands tasting and touching one another.
“Prudence, I love you so much,” he said, as he kissed me again. His tongue darted inside and I sucked on it. His lips were so soft and warm. I reached up and touched his face.
“I hated being away from you, Alex. I missed you so much, it hurt me, physically,” I said, lying in his arms.
“Look at me, Prudence. I’m a mess. Don’t you see, Prudence? If they can’t accept you, they can’t accept me. You are in my blood now, and I can’t live without you. I am sorry for not telling you about Stella. I wish I could go back and do that all over again. I will apologize to you until I am dead if that’s what it takes.”
I lay silent in his arms listening to his breathing and his heart pounding.
“Hold on. I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” he said. He wiggled out from under me and headed out the door.
“Alex, please don’t go now,” I begged; my body was still on fire from what we had just done and I was nowhere near finished with him. We had two weeks to make up for and I intended on doing just that.
He ran back up the stairs and sat down on the bed. He had a small box and a large box in his hand and smiled down at me.
“What is this
?” I asked focusing on the little blue box. I crossed my arms under my head so I could get a better look.
“It is for you. I was going to wait until we had dinner tomorrow, but, I just don’t want to wait anymore. Besides, we aren’t going to be leaving this bed anytime soon. So with that being said, will you marry me, Prudence Romaine?”
He knelt down beside the bed and opened the tiny box that held a huge diamond. I was speechless. I never dreamed Alex would ask me to marry him. I covered my face with my shaking hands as I cried.
“What do you think, Alex? Oh, my God. That is huge.”
“Are you talking about me or the ring?” he laughed.
“Well, both,” I laughed. Alex placed the ring on my finer.
“Just like you, it fits perfectly,” I said, and kissed him.
“You still haven’t answered me yet and you have one more gift to open.”
“What? Oh, of course I will marry you. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I have never been so sure of anything in my life,” he said.
I looked down at the ring and held out my hand to admire its beauty. Even in the dimly lit room, the ring sparkled. I reached for the bigger box. I wasn’t expecting one gift let alone two. Inside was a beautiful Cartier watch. It looked just like Alex’s, only small to fit me.
“Alex, my God. It’s beautiful and way too much. I didn’t need this.”
“I wanted us to have matching watches since you loved my old one so much. I hope you like it?”
“It’s perfect. The ring is perfect, and you’re beyond perfect. I don’t know what to say. Does Beulah know about this?”
“Well, she does and so does Toby,” he said, smiling.
“Toby. Why does everyone have to go through Toby?”
“She’s the matriarch of the family. I am not going to cross her. She almost shut down an entire newspaper,” he said, kissing me. He worked his way down my stomach with his wet hot mouth. I let my legs fall open, and he just stared at me until he couldn’t stand it anymore. I was waxed, soft, and inviting. I spread my legs wider so that he could see all of me. Alex lapped me up like it was the most sweet and succulent fruit.
“Oh, Alex,” I moaned, his hot breath on my thighs and the feeling of him kissing and tasting me about to overtake me. The smell of the ocean air was exotic as he planted feathery kisses on my most private places. He outlined my sex with his tongue and then greedily sucked on my throbbing clit.
He looked up from between my legs, his lips and face slick from me, and said, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Alex,” I sighed and ran my hands through his hair while admiring my ring that promised his love to me forever. He bathed me in luscious licks and kisses just as the wave hit me intensely. It was such a private and intimate act that it brought me to tears.
“Why are you crying, baby?” he asked, kissing his way back up. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head.
“What is it then? Did I do something wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. No one has ever loved me unconditionally like this before. I just feel so close to you. I love you, Alex,” I said, as I felt the tears racing down my cheeks. “I am just so happy. I can’t believe everything that has happened in my life. I went from ugly fat trailer trash, born to a drug-addicted prostitute, to being engaged to a senator. I don’t understand.”
“It’s not for you to understand. You just sit back and enjoy life and enjoy me.” He smiled and kissed my tears away. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and for the first time since I can remember, I slept like a baby. . He was back with me, where he belonged.
The next morning, I let him sleep in while I fixed him breakfast. I cooked him scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. A little while later, I watched the life come back into his face as he devoured his food.
“Thank you,” he said, as he shoveled a second helping down. When he was done, I took him upstairs, put him in the bathtub, and washed him. I shaved his face, combed his beautiful wavy hair, and saw more and more of my Alex come to life. We didn’t speak. There were no words to say. It was quite a wonderfully intimate moment I would not soon forget. After, I lay in bed with him. We didn’t have sex, just held each other and slept some more.
We spent the next two days on the beach, talking, walking, and having so much sex we were both sore. We shopped, ate clam chowder by the beach, and read to one another. On our last night, we made lobster tails and baked potatoes for dinner.
We talked about our age differences because we knew the press was going to pounce on it once we announced our engagement. We decided to just be honest and explain it like it happened if anyone asked.
After dinner, we sat on the back porch holding one another and watching the ocean
“Who is watching Becket while you’re here?” I asked.
“My buddy, Mark. You should meet him when we get back. He’s helping me write my speech for the convention,” he said.
I shifted position in his arms.
“Alex, can I ask you something?”
“Ask me anything, baby.”
“Do you still want children?” My voice was quieter than I intended.
“I want a team of kids with you. Team Conrad. I can see it now, beautiful red-headed girls and curly dark-haired boys running around the White House.” He hesitated. “Do you want children, Prudence?”
“Maybe one or two. Not a team. You have to become president first. You won’t get elected to the White House with a soccer team in tow.”
“Why not? Bobbie Kennedy was going to do it. I can run the country and you can be pregnant. Toby can be our nanny.” He laughed.
“At least she will keep the kids in line. Just remember that, Mr. Senator, if you have any ideas of cheating or pissing me off in any way, I will just get Toby to take care of it.”
“How well I know. She went down to that newspaper and ripped the editor a new one.”
We both laughed and cuddled to stay warm. Eventually, we fell asleep out there, but not before making love.
The next day, ready to face the press and my past, we flew back home. Part of me was sad to leave, but the other knew we could go back any time we wanted. I wanted to get back home to my family, my job, and my life. I couldn’t wait to show off my huge diamond ring to everyone. I was going to be Mrs. Alex Conrad. I was going to be Mrs. Alex Conrad, a dream I've had my entire adult life. Now, all I had to do was forgive him for lying to me, forget about his ex-girlfriends, his past with my mom, and choose to be happy. I was about to have everything I ever wanted, and I was not going to let anyone or anything stand in my way.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First, I want to thank the three most important people in my life starting with my husband, Chris, who tolerated my obsession for the past two years. I love you and thank you for working so hard so that I could work part time and pursue my dream. To my two daughters, Hannah and Abigail, thank you for being so patient with me and never letting me give up. Hannah, thank you for the support and long drives getting me coffee. I love you both more than anything. You are why I write.
To my mom, sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins, thank you for understanding my love for writing and listening to me babble on. Mom and Carie, thank you for listening to me on the phone when I would be overly happy or crying my eyes out. I love all of you and appreciate that you are in my life. To my dad, thank you for that one time telling me I should write. That is one thing I listened to you about. Thank you, Louie, Frankie, Fat Tony and Gotti, for being patient when I would not feed you on time and for sitting with me and supporting me.
I want to thank the wonderful ladies at TH. You have been with me through this entire ride. Sherry, thank you for the pep talks at lunch, Rosemary, your positive talk kept me writing. Thank you Cindy, for tolerating my constant schedule change. Thank you all, for the wonderful words of encouragement and concern every day.
I want to thank the person that saw something in this story and took a cha
nce on me, Georgia McBride. You are amazing and I could not have done this without you and your wonderful group at Swoon Romance.
Finally, thank you, St Jude, for listening to my prayers. I am doing what I love and living my dream. I am so grateful.
MIA VILLANO
Mia Villano was born and raised in Geneva, Ohio and now lives in Akron. Moving to Birmingham, Alabama for seven years she attended the University of Alabama majoring in Early Childhood Education. Mia started a customer service department for a telecommunications company in 1997.
After the birth of her second child she decided to stay home for a few years and write which is her true passion. Mia self-published her first book in 2011 called Chasing Secrets. This is a historical fiction novel based on stories her grandmother told her about walking from Alabama to Ohio during the Great Depression. Currently Mia is writing what she truly loves, romance. Set to be published in 2014 with Swoon Romance, Mia wrote Loving the Senator and is currently working on its sequel.
In her spare time she loves to visit NYC at least twice a year, cook, work out, and spend as much time with her two daughters as possible. She loves all music from Dean Martin to JayZ. She has a passion for politics and enjoys working on presidential campaigns. Mia shares her home with her two children, a husband, two Dachshunds named Louie and Frankie and two cats Gotti and Fat Tony.
Website: www.miavillano.blogspot.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/mammabasso
Facebook: www.facebook.com/mia.villano.7
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