To Live Again

by Melody Dawn

  Madison winks at us and says, “You just have to know how to handle him.”

  I grab my girl’s hand and help her into my front seat. Going around to the driver’s side, I pull her close to me for a moment, then start the engine. As I pull out of my driveway, I smile as I look out the window. “It’s going to be a great day.”

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chloe

  After traveling into what is known as the “country” in Houston, we stop at a modest, but beautiful home. I have no clue why Jayson won’t tell me where we are going. While we were driving and listening to the radio, I really didn’t care. I was just content to hold his hand and smile until my cheeks felt like they were stretched out of shape. That’s what he does to me…always makes me smile. I would keep him for that alone and well for his looks, but that’s a secret…I’m not shallow at all!

  Since Connor is barging in the house like it is his own, I’m pretty sure this is their parent’s house. Maybe he didn’t want to tell me because he thought I wouldn’t agree to come. I have to admit I would have had some thoughts about not coming, but one look into those green eyes would have changed my mind. Who am I kidding…it’s not just his eyes, it’s just him.

  We get out of the truck and walk towards the door. I can feel my anxiety level moving upwards. Of course, Jayson can tell and tightens his arm around my waist. I remember the last time I saw his parents. Not only did I think Connor was screwing the woman who turned out to be his mom, but that is also the day I treated Jayson so terribly. Tears start to form in my eyes when I think of the carnage I caused that day.

  I’m trying desperately to keep the tears from falling from my eyes. I don’t want to go in there and embarrass myself further in front of these people. Before I know what is happening, I’m pulled around the side of the house and backed up against the wall.

  Jayson looks down at me and says, “What’s going on in that mind of yours, baby?”

  Oh no, does he have to call me that right now; it brings on the tears even more and I lose the battle to keep them from falling.

  Shaking my head, I say, “I just remember the last time I saw your parents. It wasn’t my finest hour. I actually thought your mom was one of Connor’s ‘friends.’ I’m mortified to see them again and all I can remember are the things I said to you that day.”

  Because I can’t stand it any longer, I have to see what his facial expression is and he is…smiling.

  He starts laughing and says, “I forgot that you thought Connor was hooking up with my mom!”

  Rolling my eyes, I say, “That is not the point…the point is...”

  I never get to say what my point is because I have the best lips on the planet covering my own.

  Just as it is starting to get good, I hear, “Mom, they’re at it again, and in front of the neighbors!”

  So much for kissing because I can’t stop laughing. Jayson grabs my hand and says. “That’s better; let’s go inside.” And just like that, it’s forgotten. I don’t know he always make everything better; I think he definitely has some magical powers going on.

  We walk into the Reece house and it is so gorgeous, but not in the overblown museum way that I grew up with. If I didn’t know we were in Houston, I would think we were in San Francisco. Their house is a Craftsman and the inside is decorated in a coastal beach style. It makes me miss living in California a bit and being near the water…but it’s the only thing I miss. I love the huge windows and how airy everything seems, but at the same time, I can see that a real family lives here.

  It might sound strange, but my mom didn’t even permit magazines to be displayed on the coffee table. She would have a stroke if she saw this house, but who the hell cares about her. I love seeing the magazines, the shoes by the door, and all the things that make a house a home. I make up my mind that one day I’m going to have a house just like this.

  Jayson and Connor’s parents are seated at their breakfast table. I feel a lot better about the way I’m dressed because they are both in shorts and t-shirts as well. They are a great looking couple and I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before, but Jayson and Connor look like their dad except for one small detail…their mouths. They definitely have their mom’s mouth…not that I’m complaining, but it’s kind of funny. Connor sees me smiling and of course wants to know what I’m happy about.

  Trying not to laugh, I say, “Y’all look like your dad, but you have your mom’s mouth!”

  I can’t hold it in anymore and Mrs. Reece joins in; the twins, not so much.

  She laughs and says, “Honey, when I delivered them and Phillip was looking them over, the first thing he says is, ‘They have a girl’s mouth; that has got to go!’

  I look over at both of them and they have very full lips just like she does with the bottom one fuller than the top. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining! Mrs. Reece or Ava as she insists on being called tells Madison and me that it was the bane of their existence growing up, especially in high school. She laughingly tell us that it was like their lips had a homing beacon that drew the girls in like moths to a flame. I can totally relate, a fact that I do not tell his mother, but Madison does!

  I can hear a bunch of laughing and water splashing and Ava says that this is their guy time and we are going to have some fun of our own. We decide to go to a day spa for mani/pedis and other important grooming details. So, I go outside to tell my guy goodbye and get kind of lost when I see him. The way he looks at me just sends chills all over me.

  He walks over and says, “I hear you are going to have girl time with my mom and Madison.” I say yes, and then he asks me what I’m going to have done. I look at him strangely and say, “Most likely a manicure and pedicure…why?” He just looks lower down my body and raises his eyebrows. I am so ready to kill him! So, I just push him in the pool, yes I know it is childish, but hey, I had to do something. I can hear him and asshat #2 laughing at me so I flip them both off and leave, only remembering their dad was right there when I did it. I can only imagine Dr. Reece’s thoughts… something along the lines like that is some good daughter-in-law material right there!

  Ava is a great conversationalist and we lack for nothing to talk about. She gives us all the juicy details about Jayson and Connor as teenagers and the things they were busted doing. It’s funny to me because I can’t see that part of Jayson; he seems a lot more serious than what it sounds like he used to be. She feels so much like the mother I never had that I have to threaten myself with all kinds of bad things to keep from crying.

  Once we get inside of the salon, I’m told we need to pick a package. I know for sure I want a hot stone massage. Those are my crack and if I didn’t know Jayson, I would say they are better than sex! I also choose the mani/pedi and before I can back out, I decide to get my eyebrows and legs waxed as well as a Brazilian. Needless to say, I am scared shitless! All I can say is that if this hurts as bad as I think it does, no sex for Jayson for a long, long, long time. Or at least for however long I can hold out; he is turning me into a nympho!

  The treatments start out really well. My hot stone massage was so good; I was in complete heaven. I’m almost semi-comatose the whole time they are massaging me. Then it’s time to move on to the mani/pedi part of the day. I don’t mind this at all. One thing I cannot stand is people wearing sandals or flip flops with gross feet. I decide to skip the acrylic nails and just have my own manicured and painted. Both are painted “Black Honey” which is more like a dark purple. I’m feeling pretty great so I go over to the eyebrow waxing station. All I can think is please don’t let this woman rip all of my eyebrows out! It is a little painful, but I like how she arches them a little and then I’m done. The last thing I have waiting for me is to get my legs waxed and the Brazilian.

  My “treatment guide” leads me towards the Brazilian room and tells me to get undressed from the waist down and gives me this paper thong….what the hell is this for? I feel like I am at the gynecologist. Another lady comes in and says he
llo, but I’m not understanding her too well. The only thing I got is “full” or “partial.” I told her “full” and she got to work. Shit, I am so humiliated. I mean, I keep myself shaved and stuff, but this woman is insane.

  The freaking wax is hot and before I can stop her, she pulls a strip off. My eyes water and I scream, “FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, WHAT THE HELL LADY?” She pats me on the shoulder and tells me to pull my legs up. Uh, what is she doing now? I guess there are stray hairs where we can’t see them. By the time she is done, I say fuck my hairy legs; I can be Bigfoot for all I care!

  Stumbling out of the waxing suite, looking like I’ve been riding a horse or a cowboy for weeks, I look around for Madison and Ava. I find them and they are laying across each other laughing! Evidently, the wax suites don’t have thick walls. I walk over to them and give Madison a pop on the back of the head.

  Since I can’t hit Ava, I tell her in my snootiest voice, “Your son is never having sex with me again!”

  This makes them both fall over again laughing. I also tell them that they are paying for my treatments and head to the car. I’m smiling as I walk out, but I’m not letting them know that. Other than my meeting with the pussy slayer, it’s been wonderful spending girl time with Ava and Madison.

  Both are still laughing when they get in the car and even though I’m trying to act pissed off, I can’t do it. Yes, it still hurts, but I have to admit it is funny. Ava tells us on the way home that we are all going out to dinner tonight and if we don’t have any clothes, we can either borrow some of hers or go home and get ready. Both of us decide to borrow since they live so far out of Houston.

  I know Madison is dying to tell everyone about my waxing experience. When we get out of the car, I threaten her with her life, but I can tell she isn’t listening to me. Before we get all the way in the house, she screams at the top of her lungs that I had a Brazilian done. Once she has everyone’s attention she gives them a play-by-play of my response. Thank goodness, Jayson’s dad had gone outside or I would have killed her.

  Jayson comes over to me and I say, “Stop it right there, dude! It is going to be a long time before you get anyway near the lower regions of my body!”

  Madison starts wheezing from laughing as she tells Jayson the words I screamed and how I told his mom he was never having sex with me again. I look over at her and say, “Some best friend you are, missy!”

  Ava peeks her head around the door and tells us it’s time to get ready. Ugh, do I dread climbing those stairs. Jayson, the mind reader, strikes again and picks me up and carries me to his room.

  Before we get there, I tell him to wait. “Your mom is loaning me some clothes for tonight so we don’t have to go home to get ready.”

  He carries me to her room and she tells me to take my pick. This woman has got a serious clothing addiction!

  Finding a black skirt that hits mid-thigh, a sparkly white peasant top, and some black blingy ballet flats, I’m good to go. Except, I need a bra and some panties. Luckily his mom has an unopened pair of panties and I have my bra in my bag from yesterday that I can wash out. Thank goodness for a hairdryer. Attention ladies, if you need to wear your lingerie for a 2nd day, wash it out and then dry with a hairdryer. It works every time. While I’m contemplating the logistics of my lingerie, my man picks me up and carries me to his room. I can see from his blazing green eyes that he has got some extracurricular activities on the brain.

  But, he doesn’t push it for now. Although, I have a feeling my pardon will end after dinner tonight. I’m ready; I want to please him in every way possible and I love being with him. Yes, I love the sex, but I still love that feeling of being protected when he is surrounding me. I go into the bathroom to wash out my bra from the previous day and I look up into the mirror. There are still some bad memories, but nothing like they used to be. Still, I have a feeling that we aren’t out of the woods yet. I tell myself that I’m being an idiot and start the water for my shower. I mean, what else could happen. He knows everything already and he is still with me. I need to get a grip and embrace the joy in my life. That’s the only way I am ever going to be able to move on like I need to.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Jayson

  After getting Chloe set up in my room, I go to the kitchen for a pre-dinner snack. My mom is not impressed and tells me to get the hell out of her food. Such abuse for her favorite son! She and I sit at the bar while I eat some cheese and crackers; I want to ask her what her opinion of Chloe is, but my mom is a straight shooter so I’m nervous.

  Either we have ESP or she is thinking about Chloe also because she starts telling me what a wonderful day she had with both Chloe and Madison.

  “Son, I can tell you love her a lot and although I don’t know her well, I think she loves you, too. Love is complicated though and you are both young. I feel like there is a void in Chloe’s psyche that she is trying to fill. I watched her today as she came in the house and looked around; I also watched her observing all of us like she has never seen a real family before.”

  Damn! This is why Connor and I could never get anything past our mother when we were kids. She sees, hears, and knows when one of us is having a problem.

  Without looking at my mom, I say, “She has had a very rough time, mom. More than what you could ever dream I might be talking about. The only part I will tell you is that she has no family or no one she claims as family.”

  My mom doesn’t say anything for a minute or so and I get worried. I am going to be with Chloe no matter what anyone thinks, but it would make things a lot easier if my family was on board. I don’t want her feeling uncomfortable when we are around them. Getting up from the bar, my mom does something she hasn’t done in a while…she leans over and kisses me on the forehead.

  “If Chloe doesn’t have any family, then she can become part of ours.” She winks at me and says, “Something tells me that will happen one day whether I approve or not.”

  I laugh and say, “You’re probably right, unless she kicks my ass to the curb.”

  As my mom leaves the room, she says over her shoulder, “Then don’t let her; hold onto her with both hands and with your heart. That’s what she needs, Jayson, to know she has your heart. Oh, and by the way, we are leaving at 6:00 p.m.…don’t be late!”

  I think about her advice as I make my way to my room to get dressed. I hear the shower running and Chloe singing at the top of her lungs. I see the outline of her body through my shower door and I feel my dick stirring. I quickly get undressed and pull the door open. She turns towards me and I’m immediately tongue-tied as I watch the water stream down her body.

  She watches me staring at her and finally says, “Jayson, it’s cold, get in here and shut the door.”

  In a gruff voice, I say, “I decided to get in here with you so we can get done quicker. My mom wants to leave at 6:00.”

  I know she isn’t fooled because she wraps her arms around my neck and says, “So that’s the only reason you’re in here with me? Guess I better hurry so you can have some hot water then.”

  I lean down until my lips touch hers and I say, “I’m also in here to fuck you.”

  Her eyes close and she says back to me with her lips still touching mine, “What are you waiting for?”

  Trying to be a gentleman, I say, “What about the waxing? Are you still hurting?”

  She laughs and says “I will be fine unless you continue to delay fucking me, then we will have a problem.”

  Kissing her until we’re both breathless, I tell her, “You know even if I’m fucking you, I’m also making love to you?”

  She whispers to me in a soft voice, “I know; I can always feel your love no matter what we are doing.”

  Her answer hits me right in the center of my chest and I’m once again floored with how much I feel for this girl. I love it, and at the same time, I hate it. Although she has apologized and I understand her actions that day, it still bothers me a little how much I need her. I’m hoping she needs me just as muc
h, too.

  With the water pouring over us, I kiss her like I’m about to lose her. Feeling her mouth open under my own, I slide my tongue in and kiss and lick every part of her mouth. I know I’m dominating the kiss, not really allowing her to participate, but I feel like I want to brand her as my own. We finally pull apart and this time she pulls me down towards her and I let her take control. When I feel her suck my tongue into her mouth, I grasp her hips as tightly as possible. I try to hang on while she sucks, nibbles, and bites at my lower lip, until I can’t take it anymore.

  I push her against the wall out of the spray of the water and kneel down in front of her. I start kissing her neck, shoulders, and when I get to her tits, she pushes them towards me. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck while flicking my tongue all around it. Knowing my girl likes dirty talk, I stop for a moment and tell her how much I love having her sexy nipples on my tongue. She moans and pushes herself against me and I move to the other one making sure to give it the same attention. By the time I’m done, she is shaking and I know it isn’t going to take much more to make her come.

  Continuing my journey down her body, I get to her freshly waxed pussy, and place a kiss on her pelvic bone. With her eyes closed and breathing hard, I know she is expecting me to use my mouth on her, but my cock has other intentions. I stop and stand up and she looks at me with frustration.

  “What are you doing? Why did you stop” she asks.

  I point to the shower seat that stretches along the wall. “Do you see this shower seat? We’re about to make good use of it.”

  She laughs and says, “I thought it was there for me to sit on while I shave my legs.”

  I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. I love the things that come out of her mouth sometimes. “Well, princess, you can use it to shave your legs, but I’m going to use it to fuck you. So, turn around and face the wall and lean over, putting your hands on the seat.”