Tattooed HeartsA Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by Melissa Devenport

  She was rewarded with a movement that nearly gagged her a second time as his cock shot to the back of her mouth. He ground out a sound that wasn’t a word at all, just a half moan, half groan that filled up the car.

  There had never been a time when she’d done it before, let him finish like that. She was a little afraid she’d choke and embarrass herself or that she’d find it gross. She shouldn’t have worried. The hot bursts in her mouth were salty and so much warmer than she thought, but it wasn’t gross and it was easy enough just to swallow and keep swallowing. It actually was a huge turn on. Her own body ached with such a violent intensity she wondered if she hadn’t actually climaxed as well.

  When Mike pulled out, he was still hard. Tremors swept through his body long after he’d finished. His breathing never really did return to normal. She was at a loss, a little awkward, wondering what it was she was supposed to do after what they’d just done, but Mike solved that for her.

  He fisted his hand in her hair once more and tugged her face to his. Right before she was about to protest, he slammed his lips on hers and swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself on her. Which was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.

  When he fumbled around at the side, it took her a second to realize he was reaching for his jeans, which probably had a condom in the pocket. So he was prepared for this. She could have been surprised, but she wasn’t. She knew, or at least she always hoped, this was how their nights alone would end.

  “You don’t have to put a condom on,” she whispered as he broke away, frustrated with his inability to find his jeans.

  “What?”

  “I went to the doctor last week and had a UTI put in. It’s okay. I won’t get pregnant.”

  “You were on the pill last time. I don’t think we should take chances.”

  “Then pull out too. I just… I want to feel you inside. Just you. Not the condom.”

  Mike groaned and she literally watched his cock twitch with excitement. She was at the point where she was ready to beg for him to take her and he hadn’t even really touched her at all. It was all what she had done, all his reaction and response, his taste and his scent and the rawness and the maleness of him.

  She didn’t have to ask twice. In an instant, she was pressed back into the seat and the window. It was the most cramped, uncomfortable position she’d ever been in, but as Mike’s hard body covered hers, she couldn’t complain.

  Chapter 18

  To The Edge

  Mike

  Savannah was so very warm and pliable beneath him. He loved her body. He loved the sounds she made, her scent, the sweet, heady taste of her. She’d driven him to the brink, further than she’d ever taken him before. He felt as wild with need as he loomed over her, covering her sweet curves with his angular, rigid muscles, as he had when she had her mouth wrapped around his cock.

  How was it possible to want her so much so soon?

  He actually felt like if he wasn’t inside of her he would go insane. Maybe he was there already. Rational thought wasn’t currently possible at the moment so he couldn’t even begin to evaluate…

  Savannah rolled her hips under him, rocking right into his aching cock. He vibrated with the movement. He couldn’t keep himself still, couldn’t go gentle or return the favor she’d given him. It didn’t look like she wanted him to either, if the way her pelvis kept crashing into his was any indication.

  He reached down, rucked her dress up around her hips and pushed those pretty red lace panties to the side. She was so wet, soaking wet. She’d soaked through her damn panties. With one swift movement he fitted the head of his cock right to her entrance. God, she was so tight and warm. He had to grind his teeth to keep himself from plunging right in and lasting for all of three pumps. How was it that she always did this to him? Surely the more he had her, the less he should want her? It was the exact opposite. The more they did this, the more his hunger for her grew. She was an appetite he would never truly sate.

  “Mike, oh my god…” Savannah whimpered under him. She rocked her hips again and because she was entirely soaked, he slid in an inch. He barely resisted the urge to slam into her and keep slamming in, until they were both drenched in sweat and screaming each other’s names.

  “Savannah, I can’t wait,” he panted. He was barely managing to keep himself from falling on top of her and crushing her at the moment.

  “I need you. I don’t want you to wait.”

  Oh god, she didn’t know what she was asking for. He felt like a beast about to be unleashed. Unleashed in a way she’d never experienced before.

  When she lifted her hips and tucked one leg around his waist, digging her heel into his leg and then up towards his ass, it was clear that she was more than willing to go on the ride with him.

  He plunged in with a single swift stroke. She was so tight, her body closing in around him. Her heel dug frantically into his leg as she rocked with him. He couldn’t control himself. He was rocking hard, uncontrolled, thrusting wildly, filling her up completely. She took him, stretched for him, bucked with him. Their hips ground together, bone on bone, slick sticky skin meeting skin.

  He could actually scent her arousal, the scent of how fucking turned on she was and it did something to him. It drove him into a place he had never been before, a place of complete, utter abandon.

  She was wild too, her ragged breath in his ear, her whimpers and moans filling up the car. They joined with the animal sounds dragged from his own throat. They lost themselves in each other, his frenzied thrusts and her frantic grinding.

  When her climax took her, she screamed his name. Her nails scored his shoulders and his back. The tremors that rocked Savannah, the tight clench of her muscles clutching around him, it all sent him over the edge. He thrust harder, harder, before he remembered that he had to pull out. He did it quickly, spilling himself in hot bursts over her stomach. Luckily her dress was pulled up far enough out of the way that it was spared.

  The air in the car was humid, steamy, the windows actually fogged up. He’d never done that before, never imagined he would, but with her, it seemed right. She was always right, always perfect, always beautiful to him.

  “What- uh- what are we going to do now?”

  He leaned up and stared at the wet strands streaking across her stomach. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He had nothing in the car at all and they were in the middle of nowhere.

  “Uh…”

  “It’s okay. I’ll just pull my dress over it. I’ll shower at your place and we can wash it there.”

  “No. Here.” He dug around at the base of the seat and finally produced his boxers. “I don’t need these anyway.”

  She laughed softly. “You know, I would tend to agree with that. I think it would be way hotter if you walked around without them on under your jeans. It might be a nice surprise for me one day.”

  He groaned. “Careful. It’s pretty cramped back here and I imagine you could use a stretch as badly as I could. You’re not going to get one if you keep that kind of talk up.”

  Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a challenge I might accept.”

  He could have died. She really was trying to slay him with her sultry looks and her wicked desires. God, he loved it. He loved her.

  “You know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. She was suddenly serious, her smile fading at his tone. “I’m really happy that you came back into my life. And I’m so blessed that we have a healthy, beautiful son. I’m never going to take any of this for granted. I want you to know that.”

  This time, when her lips met his, the kiss was soft and gentle, tender and compassionate, but no less full of heat. He didn’t tell her that he loved her, but he didn’t need to. She already knew. She didn’t tell him either, but he sensed it, and that was so much more than he’d ever dared dream of.

  Chapter 19

  Alone

  Mike

  The scrape of his razor over freshly shaved skin
was satisfying in a way that few things could be. He’d kept up a beard, mostly because he was too lazy to go through the ritual of shaving every single day, but he liked that it was gone. He did something he normally never would have considered and rubbed on the slightest amount of aftershave.

  It was a special night. The first night that he would have Carter alone. Of course Savannah was dropping him off, but then she was leaving and he’d have his first run at being a dad, at least for a few hours.

  He was just finishing up rinsing out his razor when the doorbell rang. The chimes echoed through the house and he froze. Savannah was early. By at least twenty minutes. Maybe she’s just excited. Or as anxious as he was.

  Mike set the razor back in its position at the side of the sink. His heart started to hammer away, pounding a staccato rhythm in his chest. It didn’t matter how many times Savannah came over or how many times he saw his son. He still felt the same rush of adrenaline.

  He almost ran to the front door. He managed to contain himself as he pulled it open, forcing himself to move slower, in an effort not to be so damn obvious. He was ready to greet Savannah when he looked up. His pounding heart stopped short in his chest. When it resumed beating, it slammed hard a couple times, painfully, cutting short his breath. He froze, hand on the half opened door.

  It wasn’t Savannah at all on the doorstep. It was Christine. She stood there, an apparition from a past that refused to stay behind him, where it belonged.

  “Christine,” he said thickly. “What are you doing here?”

  “You never met with me the other night. I said I wanted closure and I’ve come to talk.”

  “Not here. Not now.” All Mike could think about was Savannah arriving at the house and finding Christine there. She wouldn’t understand. It wouldn’t be a good scene. He could only imagine what Christine would do or say. Desperation and panic ripped through his bloodstream.

  “You have to leave.”

  “Not until we talk.” She made to step forward, but he closed the door behind him and stepped out, blocking her path.

  “We could have talked last week. You never showed up to that restaurant. I waited for two hours.”

  “You went? And waited?” She sounded a little taken aback. Her hair was curled, though he couldn’t remember a single time she’d worn it that way before. She’d put on a full face of makeup and though she was a beautiful woman, he couldn’t see any of it at the moment. God, had he ever truly appreciated it? Probably not.

  “Of course I went. I told you that I would. You were the one who didn’t show up, so that tells me that you’re either playing games or you didn’t care enough to. I want you to leave.”

  “So harsh, Mike. Really? You really want to stand there and talk to me like that after what you did?”

  Mike took a deep breath and swallowed hard. That gleam he’d seen in Christine’s eyes back at the shop was back. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, what emotion lay just under the surface. Jealousy? Desperation? Whatever it was it was purely feral and it almost scared him. It was almost like she’d planned to be there, like she knew what time Savannah would arrive so that she could purposely cause a scene.

  That was crazy wasn’t it? It would mean that she’d been watching the house. She knew Savannah came there on Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays regularly and had been for the past three weeks.

  “Look, Christine. I’m sorry for the way I ended things, but it’s over. I can’t make that any clearer. Please, I need you to leave.”

  He watched in amazement as Christine crossed her arms over her chest. She’d worn a red dress that was cut a little too short and a little too low. She had a killer body, which at the moment, he wished she’d take the hell off his doorstep. And keep it off there for good.

  “You need me to leave? You’re the one who played me, Mike. You took advantage of me. You pretended that I meant something to you so that I would fuck you. You used me. You used me and you took from me. You took everything that I had. You made me feel something for you and it was all just a game to you. You used me up and you spat me out and the entire time you were thinking of her. Were you even ever faithful to me, Mike, or were you on and off with her? Or maybe you were just using up other people at the same time. Other women.”

  “No,” he ground out. “You know that wasn’t the case.”

  “Do I? What I do know is that your heart was never in it. You made me think it was, though. Until that night you were drunk and confessed you were still in love with her. And then it was what? A week later, or was it two, that you dumped me. You couldn’t have done that on the first date? Saved us both a whole lot of heartbreak and problems?”

  “Look, Christine…” Mike reached up and ran a hand through his hair. It was freshly styled after the shower he’d had when he was done his shift at the shop. “I’m sorry. Alright? If that’s what you want to hear, or need to hear or whatever, I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

  “No? What else could you have possibly done?” She stepped forward, eyes blazing with that feral light. Her lips parted and her words escaped as a hiss.

  Mike stepped back, flattening himself up against the closed front door. He definitely knew things were going to turn ugly if Savannah showed up when Christine was still there. “You need to leave. Now. Please don’t come back here. I am sorry and whether or not you choose to believe that is your business. I can’t make up your mind for you. I want to give you closure so there it is. I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I am an asshole. I hurt you and I know it and for that I do sincerely apologize. You helped me through one of the worst times in my life and I owe you for that. But please, you can’t come to my house and do this. It isn’t right. You can’t show up here or at my work again. Please, Christine, this is the last time I’m going to see you or have this conversation. Now, please, will you leave?”

  “No.” Her arms tightened around her chest and he literally watched the color rise in her cheeks. “No, I won’t leave.”

  Mike sighed. “Alright, I’m going to call the police then. You being here, showing up like this… it’s a little strange. I need you to leave, so I’ll give you another chance.”

  “Call the cops?” Christine laughed, but the sound was bitter and frigid. “Please. That’s a little unmanly, isn’t it? If you want to throw me out of here, have the balls to do it yourself. That was something you never truly were Mike, a man.”

  “I’m going to ask you one more time before I go inside and get my phone. Please. Leave.”

  A set of headlights swept down the street and drew closer. He closed his eyes, hoping like hell that car would rush past his driveway. Of course it didn’t. His eyes flew open and he watched in horror as the car pulled up and the headlights shut off and Savannah, his beautiful Savannah, climbed out. She stood in the driveway, staring in confusion at the both of them.

  And that was when Christine leaned in and slammed her mouth to his.

  He couldn’t push her away fast enough. He shoved her aside, the taste of peppermint and lipstick still in his mouth. He wanted to gag. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he barely choked it back.

  “Savannah!” He called out to her, but she was already turning, already trying to get back into her car. He sprinted down the driveway and caught her door just as she was about to slam it shut. It landed painfully on his fingers. He didn’t remove his hand, didn’t even utter so much as a sound though the pain throbbed up his shoulder and that bile was back in his throat, this time from the bite of the pain ripping through his entire body.

  “There is nothing you can say that I would want to hear,” she hissed. She fumbled in the car with her keys, trying to get them into the ignition.

  Mike caught her hand, squeezing with just enough pressure that she dropped the keys onto her lap. She fought him, shoved at him with her free hand, got aching hand off of her.

  “Get away from me. Don’t you fucking touch me ever again!”

  “Sava
nnah, please! That is not what it looked like! She’s an ex! A crazy fucking ex who just showed up here right before you came. She’s been watching the house. She planned this. She wanted to sabotage me to pay me back for dumping her. I told her I was in love with you long before I ever knew about Carter. I swear it. She’s nuts. She’s been watching the house or something. She planned this. Please, don’t leave like this. Don’t drive angry with Carter in the car.” He whipped his head around and stared at his son over Savannah’s shoulder. He could just see enough of his angelic face to know that he was sleeping.

  “Fuck you, Mike. You think I’m going to believe a story like that? If anyone is nuts, it’s me for ever coming back here. I let you play me. I trusted you. I came to you blindly, with all the faith in the world. I wanted this to work, for Carter’s sake, but for me too. I wanted this to work because I loved you.”

  Her words cut him to the core. What could he ever say to her that would make her believe him after what she saw? She was too angry. He saw that. She wasn’t going to listen to anything when she was in a rage. He’d just have to let her go and somehow make her understand, when she was calm and rational.

  “Please, Savannah, you have to believe me. I would never do this to you. I’ve loved you since the first time I ever saw you come into the shop. You were looking for Kian, to give him a message from your father. You were nineteen. You were wearing this little yellow sundress with a white flour on the right hand side of it. Right at the top. You had on a pair of yellow flip flops with the same white flowers. Your hair was dyed blonde and you had blue contacts in...”

  Her eyes flew to his face and he could see the surprise in their dark depths. She stared at him, held him locked in place for a long time before she let out a harsh raspy breath. She reached for her seat belt and this time he didn’t stop her.