Make Me Melt (11 page)

“Well, I guess I
better open it then, huh?” 

She ripped it open
like a kid on Christmas morning, allowing the shredded wrapping paper to fall
by her feet. The small wooden box looked old, like something that one would see
in an antique shop. 

“What is it?” she
asked.

“Only one way to find
out.” 

Curious and excited,
she flipped it open and saw a ring. It was ornate, intricate in its design with
scrolls and accents of some sort of flower made out of silver filigree. In the
center sat a small round stone that appeared to be a diamond. 

She looked up at him,
confused and unsure of what she was looking at. “Michael, I…”

“When I went to find
you thirteen years ago I brought this ring with me. I know I didn’t handle it
right when I thought you were pregnant. But, after I calmed down I talked to my
dad—” 

“Oh my God. Your dad
knew, or thought, that I was pregnant?” She couldn’t have been more mortified
to hear this.

“I may have been a
jerk at first, but even I knew I screwed up. Then he asked me some very
important questions and we talked. As it turns out Jack Sr. was a pretty wise
man. He made me realize that whether you and I had a baby at eighteen or
twenty-eight, it wouldn’t change who I wanted to be with or who I wanted to
have a family with.”

“But I wasn’t pregnant.” 

He shrugged. “No, you
weren’t. But, neither of us knew that at first. This was my grandmother’s
wedding ring, my dad’s mom. He let me have it to propose to you.” 

“You mean…the night
you came back…the night I screamed at you and said all those awful things, you
were going to ask me to marry you?” 

“Yep.”

“Oh my God. What did
you dad say when you told him we broke up?” 

“Well, first I had to
tell him there was no baby, or else he would’ve kicked my ass. But then… then
he told me to keep the ring.” Michael chuckled. 

“What?” 

“He told me that I’d
give it to you someday. After we broke up I thought he was being the crazy old
man that he was. But what do you know? He knew what he was talking
about.” 

She pulled the ring
from its velvet holder and stared at it in the light. “What does this
mean?” 

“It means that you
have two choices. One you can say you’ll marry me. Or two, you can run away,
but I’ll chase you. And some day... I will catch you.”

Vicky smiled and
clasped her hands around his neck. “Michael Barnett… you’ve already caught
me.” 

Chapter Seventeen

Seven days later
…

She and Michael
tiptoed up to the room above the garage. They’d spent the evening playing card
games with his family and her mother, but with only fifteen minutes before the
ball was ready to drop they’d snuck out the back door with a bottle of
champagne and two glasses.

When they were all
alone in their little hideaway, he tackled her onto the bed. Laughing, she fell
down and wrapped her legs around him. For the past week they’d been fooling
around like bunnies trying to set a record. He reminded her daily that they had
a lot of lost time to make up for. Not that she’d needed much convincing. It
was easy to melt under his expert touch. 

With his tongue
laving long sensuous licks along the column of her neck, she couldn’t help but
feel guilty about ducking out on their families. 

“Michael, are you
sure we shouldn’t go back downstairs?” 

He lifted his head to
look up at her for a moment. “Hmm… cards with my mom, or in bed with you? Yeah,
I think I’ll take you naked in bed.” 

Giggling she pushed
him off. “I’m serious.”

“So am I. Now get out
of those clothes so I can ring in the New Year properly.” 

She quirked her
eyebrow up at him and smirked. “Is that what our live is going to be like now?
Eat, sleep and have sex?”

“I see no problem
with such a life.” 

“What about work? The
Marines?” 

“Well, okay. We’ll
take time off for that, but when we’re at home I think we owe it to ourselves
to be in bed at all times.” 

“You’re
incorrigible,” she teased.

“And you love
it.” 

“This is true.” She
pushed him off of her and stood up. “You know
 
there is one advantage to all this sex we’re having.” 

He rolled over on his
side and propped himself up on one elbow. “One advantage? I can think of
many.” 

 Since the
weather had warmed up in the past week, she was wearing a simple pencil skirt
and blouse. As she slid the zipper down her skirt and shimmied out of it, she
exposed thigh-high stockings that clearly pleased him from the apparent twinkle
she saw in his eye.

“Do you like these?
They’re new.” 

“Oh yeah. I like. I
like a lot.” 

“Good. Now as I was
saying. Advantages. Did you know,” she continued to undress, unbuttoning her
blouse and allowing it to slide off of her shoulders onto the floor. “I would
spend hours at the gym every week trying to get rid of these pesky ten pounds
which refused to leave my mid-section.”

“Baby, you look
perfect,” he assured her.

“Well, now, maybe.
I’ve lost four pounds in this past week. You, my little Marine, have been working
parts of my body I didn’t even know existed.” 

“Did you just call me
little?” He nodded toward his groin. “That hurts, baby.” 

She walked toward
him, wearing nothing but her thigh highs and a matching bra and panty set along
with her heels. 

“Maybe you should get
undressed and show me what you have.” She winked. 

“You know…” He stood
up and pulled his shirt over his head. “This new, assertive Vicky. I kinda like
her.” 

“Kinda?” she
asked. 

He made quick work of
his jeans and kicked them aside. Standing in nothing, he took her hand and
closed her fingers over his cock. “Correction, this is how much.” 

“Ohh. That’s a lot.”
She smiled and waggled her brows. 

He grabbed her by the
hips and spun her around. Within a second she was lying on the edge of the bed and
he spread her thighs apart. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled
back the thin strip of fabric of her panties. She didn’t have to ask what he
was doing. She already knew what was coming. 

And there it
was. 

She arched her body
back and ran her fingers through the tiny strands of his buzz cut the instant
she felt his tongue slide against the slick folds of her pussy. She was still
sensitive from hours earlier when he’d made her come by nothing more that
strumming his thumb across her clit. 

He felt so good, knew
just how to touch her and make her squirm. This was what she never had with
anyone else before. That complete and total submission to nothing but feeling
and sensation. 

Already she could
feel herself climbing the inevitable peak. 

“Michael, please,”
she muttered through ragged breaths.

“Mmm. Like that,
baby?” His voice was muffled against her pussy.

“I want you.”

He looked up at her.
“Tell me, baby. How do you want me?”

She ran her fingertip
across his cheek and whispered, “I want to taste you.” 

His eyes glinted back
at her and he stood up. “Scoot up on the pillow, baby.”

She did as he asked
and waited while he climbed on top of her and swung around. He’d barely dropped
his head between her legs before she felt the inevitable rapture of bliss once
again. His tongue licked at her sensitive flesh while she looked up at his
cock. 

It hung thick and
full, engorged with a pearlescent drop of pre-cum sitting on the very tip. She
darted her tongue out and licked the musky liquid into her mouth. Her taste
buds came alive when she tasted it. 

Reaching up, she
wrapped both hands around his length and began pumping his cock while sucking
the tip into her mouth. 

He muttered moans of
appreciation while his hips rocked into her face. They worked against each another
in unison while climbing the mountain together. 

Within minutes each
of them were writhing with one another. Their breaths were ragged and their
bodies moving in some sort of hypnotic rhythm. They were no longer moving as
two separate people. They were one. 

“Oh God!” he
shouted. 

She loved to hear him
as lost as he made her. It only pushed her to test his limits and see how far
she could take him. 

Her eyes jolted open
when she felt the pad of his thumb scrape against the sensitive nub that he
always managed to play like a fiddle. Her clit was engorged and already
fluttering. 

Her spine tickled and
she felt the sensation crawl up to each of her nerve endings in a sudden
burst. 

“Michael!” She
screamed his name.

“Yes, baby!” he
shouted in return.

She no sooner felt
the hot liquid pour from her that she felt his tongue lapping it up. His
release followed an instant later and she held onto him with all that she had,
swallowing and taking in his essence.

Minutes later, he had
turned around and pulled her into his chest. They heard the yelling and
shouting of neighbors and family members shouting their Happy New Years
cheers. 

They both were too
spent to utter a word. Together they lay in each other’s arms, soaking up one
another as the New Year began. 

For years she’d
missed what she lost with Michael. Now she had him back and they were planning
a life together. She’d fallen so many times in this past week. He’d given her
pleasures in ways she never knew possible. Physical, emotional, there were no
limits with Michael. He gave her everything of himself, and with him she was
whole. 

Fifteen years ago
she’d given herself to him for the very first time. Now, despite the years and
all her efforts, no one could make her melt the way that he could. 

The End

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