Chapter 15

Every man either needs to stand up and be the man she needs you to be, or sit the fuck down so the man behind you can see her.

-Fact of Life

Annie

“No. Just no,” I said, shaking my head vehemently. “I’m not doing it.”

“She doesn’t have anyone else. And I don’t have another choice. Please don’t do this to me,” he pleaded.

She glared at me.

“Why do I have to be there? Why can’t I stay at my own place? What about my dog?” I countered.

Mig’s eyes narrowed.

“Because I don’t want to be there either. Unfortunately, someone needs to be around for Jennifer, since she was placed on bed rest and there isn’t anyone else, except me. And if you’re there, it’ll be a little bit more bearable,” he said evenly. “And we could move to your place above the salon, but it would be cramped for space. I’ll do either one that makes you more comfortable.”

“Why don’t you hire someone to watch over her?” I challenged.

He sighed and looked out the window.

“I tried that. And would do that, but it’s going to cost a fuckin’ whack, and I just bought some new land, and then put all the money down on a house that’ll be built within the next six months. I don’t have the money to spare,” he said defensively.

My head, which had been in my hands, went up slowly.

“You bought some land and a house?” I asked in alarm.

He nodded.

“Where?” I wondered.

“Off the highway. It butts up to the lake,” he said, pulling out his phone.

We spend the next ten minutes trying to decide where to put a house, and I had to say I was excited.

I’d never seen a house built from nothing.

I thought it’d be a fun experience to witness, even if it wasn’t my house.

“Are you going to go more modern or contemporary?” I asked, looking through Pinterest now for house plans.

“I don’t know. What do you like?” He asked randomly.

I shrugged.

“I like a more rustic look, but with a modern feel to it,” I told him.

He nodded.

“That’s kind of what I like, too,” he said, leaning over my back to look at the pictures I was looking at.

“Well, since you know what I like, maybe you can help me pick out some of the designs. I have to go, not tomorrow, but the next day to a few different appointments to pick out the flooring, cabinetry, and lights,” I said. “I want you to come with me.”

I nodded, then finally broached the subject that was really bugging me.

“You know it’s a form of torture, right, asking your present fuck buddy to live in the same house as your ex?” I said cautiously.

I wanted to move in with Mig, I really did.

In fact, it was at the top of my ‘things I want to do the most’ list.

We only got to see each other now for little snippets of time.

If I were living with him, I’d see him in those in between times, as well.

And I wanted that.

But what I didn’t want was to watch Mig wait hand and foot on Jennifer because she was on bed rest.

Mig grabbed my phone, tossing it onto the dresser, and drawing my attention.

I blinked when I looked up to find my face only inches from Mig’s.

“What?” I asked somewhat nervously.

“You’re not my fuck buddy,” he growled. “In fact, you couldn’t be further from my fuck buddy.”

Hurt flashed across my face, and he saw it before I could hide it.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“That’s not what I meant, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head,” he ordered roughly. “What I meant was that you’re my woman. Not my fuck buddy. So, of course, your opinion matters to me. If you really don’t want to live with her, then I’ll deal with it. I’ll go hire a caretaker even if I have to take out a loan to do it.”

I’d offer him the money if I had it, but I was fairly positive he wouldn’t take money from me.

In fact, I doubt he’d take it from any of his friends, so I didn’t feel slighted.

“I’m your woman?” I asked hesitantly.

He laughed.

In my face.

Like a rude ass.

“You’ve been my woman since you moved in next door. I may have been married…as well as you, but my heart was yours from the moment you dropped your end of the couch. I know you don’t want this. I know it. But I am only trying to find the best solution to this mess.” He hesitated, “I was going to ask you to move in with me…or the other way around, since I currently live on a houseboat the size of a postage stamp. This isn’t ideal, I know, but it’s real. Our real.”

I closed my eyes.

“Can y’all move here?” I asked. “I have a spare bedroom, and I think with all my things here I’ll feel more comfortable.”

He nodded, cupping my face.

“Yeah, we can do that,” he agreed.

“And don’t expect me to wait on her hand and foot. If she needs something, you’re getting it, got it?” I growled.

He smiled and leaned forward.

“Got it.”

He leaned forward more.

“And she better not be mean to my dog,” I snapped. “That’s Katy’s room. Katy gets to stay if she wants to stay.”

His lips were a hairsbreadth away now, and I was breathing faster in anticipation.

“Would never dream of it.”

“And you need to talk to her about her mouth. If she starts talking trash about you or me, or you and me, I’ll let her have the edge of my tongue,” I hissed.

He’d told me everything that had happened today at the hospital. Starting with her explanation as to why she’d raped Mig, and ending with the discussion the doctor had had with her about needing bed rest. So while this may not be an ideal situation, I know Mig wants this baby healthy, and I’ll do what I have to in order to see this through.

“I guess I should be happy it’s only for two more weeks rather than two more months,” I muttered.

His mouth crashed down on mine, and I found myself, back to the bed, beneath Mig’s large, sexy, hard body.

He settled his slim hips in between my now splayed thighs and deepened the kiss.

My heart rate, already racing in my anger, started pounding.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

I gasped into his mouth, fighting for breath.

Slickness started to coat my sex in preparation for him, and my legs involuntarily rounded his hips to bring him even closer.

His hard cock ground into my mound.

He was so hard that it hurt.

It was a good hurt, but a hurt nonetheless.

I liked it.

In fact, I liked it so much that I barely registered the yelling at first.

Only when Mig stopped did I realize that what I’d been hearing didn’t belong to the TV in the background, but to the woman on the other side of the clubhouse.

Mig had brought Jennifer here because it was neutral territory for both her and I, and I’d showed up later and nearly had a meltdown at what I saw.

Mig had been across the room from Jennifer. She was laying on the couch like a queen waiting to be pampered.

When I’d arrived, he’d immediately gotten up and dragged me to the bedroom, where we now stood.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” Jennifer screeched.

Mig’s eyes narrowed, both of us panting as we tried to decide what to do next.

Mig’s cock was harder now as he looked down into my eyes, but Jennifer’s voice was getting louder.

I smiled at him, then made my decision.

I reached down and started to push my pants down.

Mig stiffened his arms beside me and lifted his legs, one at a time, to allow me to move my pants down.

My panties followed my pants, and soon I was bared to his gaze.

He licked his lips, and started to lower himself back down on top of me, but Jennifer interrupted him once again.

“Please! I don’t know where the bathroom is!” She yelled.

Mig’s eyes narrowed.

I had a feeling that she knew exactly where the bathroom was.

Swear to Christ, the door was right off the main room she was in. There was no way she didn’t see it from the couch.

So, once again, I made the decision to try to capture his attention once again.

I wanted to prove a point, not just to him, but also to Jennifer.

She would not have him at her beck and call.

Nowhere in the fine print did the doctor say that she needed to be waited on hand and foot.

So as I eased my hands down Mig’s taught abdomen, then slipped my hands under the waistband of his jeans as I peppered his bearded jaw with small kisses.

“Mig,” I breathed against his skin.

He looked down at me as I eased the zipper down, and the button through the hole.

I bit my lip as I pushed down his jeans and underwear, freeing his rock hard cock.

“What?” He asked.

I leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, wrapping my hand around him and jacking him off as I did.

I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, circling my entrance with the spongy head and coating him in my juices.

“Push in,” I whispered against his lips as I lined his cock up with my pussy.

He followed orders, flexing his hips and pushing his stiff length into me.

He didn’t stop pushing until he hit the bottom of me, then ground his hips once he did.

“So good,” I whispered, my pussy rippling around him, trying to accommodate the suddenness of his thick girth entering me.

“Mig! Answer me!” Jennifer screeched.

I pulled his mouth down to mine, then circled my legs around his hips once again, to urge him on.

He was urged, all right.

He started to thrust into me, hard and deep.

So deep that I saw stars

“Jesus,” I breathed, head going back as he hit a certain spot inside of me. “Yes.”

His rhythm never changed, and although my eyes were closed, I could tell he was watching me.

I couldn’t manage to open them, though.

With each stroke he took into me, the closer and closer I became to an orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced before.

“The only bathroom I know is in there with you,” Jennifer said, right outside the door now.

Mig lost concentration, stopping when he realized how close Jennifer was.

Me, though, all I was was desperate.

I rolled, pushing Mig completely off the bed.

His back hit the carpeted floor with a thump, and he grunted in reaction.

Our connection, however, wasn’t lost.

And I used that to my advantage when I started to bounce up and down on his shaft.

I hastily yanked my shirt up and over my breasts, pulling down the cups of my bra so I could reach my nipples beneath.

His hands went to my hips, and grabbed on like I was slowly killing him.

His eyes watched as I pinched and teased my nipples, bringing my breast up to my mouth.

Then, he watched in awe, as I sucked the tip of my nipple into my own mouth.

“Oh, fuck.”

I would’ve smiled, but my mouth was occupied.

He took over then, thrusting up and pulling me down until my orgasm was once more upon me.

And when I went over the peak, throwing my head back in a silent scream, he followed me.

But he wasn’t silent.

He yelled.

Loudly.

“Fuck yes!” He bellowed. “Take it all.”

I took him all, and then some.

“I can’t believe you’re in there fucking her when I am in need of a bathroom,” Jennifer said in outrage.

I wanted to laugh, but I was doing good to breathe at that moment in time.

My head went down, and I looked at the man beneath me.

“You’re bad,” he whispered, pinching me on the ass.

I smiled, then removed myself from on top of him.

His cock met his taut belly with a wet smack, and I grinned.

“I’ll show you bad,” I whispered, turning around so he could see my pussy.

Then I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him off.

One lick at a time.