by MK Moore
"She's your mom, Shay. I don't know what she did, and you don't have to tell me, but she wasn't perfect. She made mistakes just like everyone else. You are allowed to love her," I say rubbing her arms.
"I love you and you're right," she says pausing. "You're absolutely right. I should call her. She lives in Florida with her new husband now."
"I think you'll feel a lot better if you do, but it's totally up to you. Wait, did you say you love me?" I ask grinning.
"Yeah," she says. I kiss her pouty lips before I lift her and set her down on the counter. Standing in between her spread legs, I grasp the back of her neck and lean in and kiss her. Her moan spurs me on.
"Are you on birth control," I blurt.
"What? No, I am not," she says looking worried.
"Good," I respond firmly, going back to her lips. I can't help fucking her again and she's late for work but it was so worth it.
I am a few minutes early for lunch with my parents but I go ahead and grab a table and a draft beer while I wait for them. I dropped out of med school about an hour ago and fuck was that freeing. I feel ten years younger. Twenty minutes later my parents breeze in, holding hands. They have given me an example of what love should be like and I know that I've found that with Shaynah. Standing, there are hugs all around.
"Hey son, how have you been?" My dad, also named Blake says.
"Been good. I have some important things to discuss, and I need to tell you now."
"What is it, Blakey?" My mom, Karen, asks looking concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Never better actually. I quit med school," I say, dropping that bomb on them. My mom smiles at me and my dad pulls twenty dollars out of his pocket and hands it to my mom. She tucks it into the breast pocket of her lab coat. I arch an eyebrow at them.
"Son, can't say we didn't think this day was coming. I never thought you'd last this long, to be honest."
"What?"
"You just don't have the passion for it. We know how wrong it was that we forced it on you. We just wanted the best for you."
"And you bet on it?"
"Sorry, son," my dad says laughing. I laugh too, because it's funny.
"It's okay. There's something else. I met someone. She's everything. I want to marry her." I watch as my mom hands the twenty back to my dad. Rolling my eyes, I continue, Her name is Shaynah and she's perfect for me."
"Bring her to dinner tonight. I'll make sure Kristina and Edmund are there," my mom says referring to my older siblings.
"I'll stop by the bank and get my gran's rings," my dad offers.
"Thanks dad," I say, finally picking up my menu. That is just what I wanted.
Thank fuck that was easier than I thought it would be.
7
Shaynah
Blake drops me off at my apartment and I feel overwhelmed immediately. I don’t want him to leave me. It’s insane how much I love him in such a short amount of time, but I am not going to question it. At least not right now.
Once I get showered and changed, I head into work. For the first time, I would have rather stayed curled up in bed. With Blake. That man has changed me. In my car, I put my phone on the vent holder and dial my mom. Georgia is a hands-free state, so I have her on speakerphone.
“Oh, my God. Shaynah, baby girl is that you?”
“Yes, mama, it’s me.” I say not knowing where to start.
“How have you been? Are you liking your new job?”
“I’ve worked at the same place for two years…”
“I know, but we haven’t spoken since I got married. That’ll be two years tomorrow.”
“Congratulations. Happy anniversary. I just wanted you to know that I’ve met someone. He's amazing." I am having a normal conversation with my mother. I am forgiving her without actually having to say the words.
We talk about Blake until I get to work.
"I'm at work now, mama. Can I call you later?"
"Of course, baby girl. Thank you for calling me. I know how hard it was for you. I love you," she says sniffling. Shit. I didn't mean to make her cry.
"I love you too, mama." We hang up and great, now I'm crying. Pulling the visor down, I check myself in the mirror. My mascara is ruined so I clean it up as best I can with a wet wipe and head into work.
"Oh my God, what happened?" Meridian asks.
“Nothing, Mer. I talked to my mom.”
“Was it terrible?”
“Not at all. It was pretty good. I think that things are going to be better off now.”
“That’s good, doll.”
“I really think so.”
I get to work. Wednesday is the day that I clean the shop from top to bottom and sterilize absolutely everything. While I am sweeping, the little bells over the door tinkle and I look up. I am a bit disappointed when I see that it is not Blake. Okay, a lot disappointed. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Hey, Shay. Is my sister in?” Cliff Covington, Meridien's brother asks.
“Yeah of course. You can go on back. Her client just left.”
“Thanks. It’s good to see you again.
“You too. Don’t be a stranger,” I say laughing, getting back to my sweeping.
A few minutes later, Meridien and Cliff come back out. “We are going to the crab shack. Do you want me to bring you back something?” she asks knowing I have to man the reception desk yet again. This not having a receptionist thing is getting old.
“Can you just bring me back a really big ice water with lemon?”
“Lots of ice right, sugar?”
“Yep. Thank you so much,” I say waving them off.
When I finish cleaning, I sit down at the reception desk and take the time to finish the book I’ve been reading for over a week now.
The door opens again and a man comes to stand in front of the desk. He’s wearing a tweed vest over a dress shirt with a bow tie. Definitely not a typical customer looking for a tattoo.
“Hi. Welcome to the Tattooed Vixen. How can I help you?”
“Hello. I am looking for a Shaynah Gilmore,” the man says. The way he says it makes me think he’s a process server. Might as well get this over with, I think grimly.
“I’m Shaynah. You are?” I cringe when he pulls something out of his pocket.
“I am James Tilson.”
“Do I know you? Am I being sued? Are you serving me?”
“What? No. I am your brother, Shaynah,” he says scaring the shit out of me.
“What?” I question.
“Long story short. My father and your mother met in 2000 at a nefarious club called Pussy Galore. I believe you are the product of that union.” I stand quickly.
“What?” This is crazy.
“I know that this may come as a shock, but I am here on behalf of my family. I can explain it all to you. Will you have lunch with us tomorrow around one?”
“Of course,” I answer. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
"I just can't get over how much you look like our grandmother. She'll get a kick out of it."
“I have a grandmother?"
"Yes. As well as a grandfather, a younger sister, a father, stepmother, and step grandparents. Aunts, uncles. Cousins. Everything really. I don't mean to overwhelm you. My dad, well our dad, saw you in the news, a story about this place, and he just knew."
"That's incredible." I am a bit shocked. The door opens again and Blake comes in.
"Hey baby," he says standing next to my brother.
"Um, hi Blake. This is James, my brother," I say. They shake hands. What a surreal moment.
"Brother? I thought you were an only child?"
"I thought so too."
"Who is this?" James asks.
"My-" I begin but Blake cuts me off.
"Her fiancé." I like the way that sounds, so I don’t say anything to correct that lie.
"Fiancé? That's great. Bring him to lunch tomorrow. Dad will love it. The address is on the card," he says handing me a business card from his
pocket. I watch him exit the shop, leaving me standing there shocked as hell right now.
“What the hell was that?” Blake asks.
“I have no idea. You’ll come with me right?”
“Of course, baby.
“Oh God, thank you. I don’t think I can go alone.”
“Oh baby. You’ll never be alone again,” he says leaning over the counter to kiss me. “Are you up for dinner with my family?”
“Yeah, of course, Blake. Of course. What time should I be ready by?”
“Six. Does that work for you?”
“Okay, I’ll leave here a bit early. Pick me up at my place?” I ask. Despite being nervous as hell, I am looking forward to meeting his family.
“Sure thing, baby.” I come out from behind the desk and he immediately pulls me into his arms. He gives the best hugs. The best. “I have some news,” he says.
“News?”
“I quit school. I also made an appointment with Star for now.”
“You did? What are you going to do?”
“I am going to make furniture. Work with my hands again,” he says.
“That’s amazing. What are you getting done?”
“What you drew on me last night.”
“What? But that was just a doodle. Don’t get my name tattooed on your chest,” I say stuttering
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“What if something happens? My name would be emblazoned on your chest long after we are through,” I say trying to reason with him.
“What part of forever didn’t you understand, Shaynah?”
“No, I got it, but what if-”
“No. I refuse to settle for less than everything,” he says reclaiming me with a kiss. A kiss that I feel down to my toes.
“Wahoo,” Star says. I pop my eyes open and pull away from his mouth grinning. “This better be the guy you had sex with last night,” she says laughing.
“Star!” I shout playfully.
“Just kidding,” she says holding her palms up.
“You two ready?”
“Two?”
“You are doing it, Shay. I’ll supervise. Your man then suggested I do a similar one on you,” she says gesturing to her work station.
“You did?” I turn back to Blake.
“Yep. Forever baby.”
“Forever,” I repeat, following Star. What a perfect beginning to the rest of my life.
8
Blake
Jealousy, plain and simple, is what made me say that I was her fiancé. Her talking to a man who wasn’t me, pissed me off, but then I found out it was her half-brother, I eased up some. Not all the way, because it was just too unbelievable and like something straight out of my grandmother’s soaps.
After our tattoo session, I kissed her again and let her get back to work. I spend the next couple of hours buying supplies from several different home improvement stores. Then I set them up in the shed in my backyard When I get to her apartment, I knock waiting for her to open the door. When she does, I damn near swallow my tongue. She’s wearing a sleeveless, knee-length black dress.
“Hi,” she breathes. “Is this okay?” she asks, spinning around so that the skirt of the dress flares out.
“You look beautiful,” I somehow manage to get out.
“Thank you. Are you ready?” she asks.
“Yes, of course. We are just going to my parent’s house. My mom has been cooking up a storm all afternoon. Neither of my parents have office hours on Friday unless there is an emergency.”
“That’s nice,” she says grabbing her keys from the table by the door. She shuts the door behind us and locks it. My car is parked out front. I help her into the passenger seat and then climb in the driver's seat. It’s just starting to get dark, but I can’t help but repeatedly looking over at her. Her skirt has risen up her thighs. I reach out and touch her soft skin. She shivers under my touch.
“Spread those thighs, baby.” I demand, white knuckling the steering wheel.
“Here? Now?”
“Fuck, yes. Move your panties to the side.”
“I am not wearing any,” she says spreading her thighs for me.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No. Panties didn’t go with the dress,” she says. “Tell me what to do.”
“Touch your pussy. Is it wet?”
“I’ve been wet since I met you,” she says. Her breathing increasing as she slowly runs her fingers through her folds. My cock is so hard I could steer the damn car with it. About a mile from my parents’ house, I pull off the road into a secluded, wooded area. “Why are we stopping? Is this where you kill me?” she asks not stopping her fingers for a second. I chuckle, but I have to be inside of her now. I pull the seat belt off and rip my jeans open and pull my cock out. Gripping it tightly, I stroke it while staring at her.
“Fuck baby. Climb over the console and ride my cock,” I demand gruffly. She unbuckles her seatbelt and scrambles over to me. She kisses me and lowers herself down on my cock. Reaching under her skirt, I grip her ass and lift her up and down. Her head is thrown back, her long brown hair is cascading down. She is absolutely amazing.
“Marry me,” I growl causing her to stop. This isn’t exactly the memorable proposal I had in mind, but it fits us.
“What?”
“Marry me,” I repeat. She stares into my eyes. She must see what she wants to know because she smiles at me and nods, tears filling her eyes.
“Yes,” she says. Her pussy clenches around me and I lose it. I fill her sweet pussy with my seed yet again. I wipe the tears off of her cheeks, kissing them before sealing our engagement with tender kiss, she sits on my still hard cock for a few minutes, clinging to me. Eventually, she climbs off of me and gets back in the passenger seat. After tucking myself back in my pants, I pull the ring my father gave me earlier out of my pocket and slide it on her finger.
“It’s beautiful,” she says. “It’s a perfect fit too.”
“It was my great grandmother’s on my father’s side.” I put the car in drive and we I finish the drive. Pulling up in front of my parent’s house I see that my brother and sister are already there. “Ready?” I ask her. She turns to me with a huge smile on her face.
“Born ready,” she says and hops out of the car. I chuckle and do the same.
Walking in the back door, I see my mom first.
“Mom, this is Shaynah. Shaynah, my mom Karen.” They hug and talk as if they've been best friends forever. “My dad, Blake.” I gesture to him. They shake hands politely, but by the end of the night they are fast friends as well. “My sister, Kristina and my brother Edmund.”
“It’s so nice to meet you all.”
From there dinner is amazing. Everyone is getting along better than I expected. My mom made steak and crawfish with baked potatoes with a lemon cake for desert. The drive back to my place is quiet. Her left hand is resting on my thigh. The diamond in her ring sparkles with each street lamp we drive under. I grin into the darkness.
"Did you have a good time?" I ask, turning down my street.
"I did. Thank you for bringing me."
"Of course. They are your family too."
"You're right. I called my mom today."
"And?"
"It was a great conversation. Not a hundred percent yet, but good."
"That's great, baby," I say moving to squeeze her had.
At the house, I barely have her in the door before I'm on her.
The next morning, we sleep in, since she doesn’t work on Fridays until late since they are open until two. Then we get ready for lunch with her new family. I can tell she is nervous as I enter the address into my GPS. It's in the Victorian district about five blocks from my parent's. We pull up in front of the house that looks straight outta Gone With the Wind.
"Woah," she says.
"Are you ready?" I ask. She takes a deep breath.
"Yep." I climb out and go over to her side opening her door and helping her out. With he
r hand in mine, I lead up the brick walkway to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Not even a minute later, an older woman answers the door.
"Shaynah!" she exclaims, pulling her into a hug.
"Hi," Shaynah says muffled.
"Come in. Come in. Lunch will be served in thirty minutes." We follow her inside. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Marjorie Tilson, your stepmother."
"Hi Marjorie. This is Blake my fiancé."
"Welcome. Welcome. Everyone is the den."
We go into the room and there are probably twenty people in the room, including James.
"Shaynah?" An older man steps towards her with an outstretched hand, which she shakes. "I'm John Tilson. Your father."
"How can you be sure of that," she asks slinking into my side.
"I saw you on the news then hired a PI who dug through your trash. Your old toothbrush confirmed it."
"My toothbrush?"
"I had a DNA test done. I wanted to be absolutely sure before I turned your life upside down. I have the results and we can do another test if that makes you comfortable."
"Do I have to decide now?"
"Of course not. I'm sure you have questions."
"I do. How did this happen is my main question?"
"My ex-wife had left me and James in the middle of the night without explanation. James was nine and I was overwhelmed. My job was demanding and he was a handful. I had a business dinner so I left James with my parents and went out for the night. I made a mistake, but I can't be sorry for it. I learned a little about your life," he says. Shaynah squeezes my hand and interrupts him.
"My life was fine. If you are going to say anything about my mom, I'm going to have to stop you right there."
"Not at all, Shaynah. I was the one at fault. I didn't get her number and I had no intention of calling her if I had. She helped me get over my wife leaving. Three weeks later, I met Marjorie and fell more in love than I thought was possible. We got married a week later. This was the only thing I never told her until I saw you on the news."
