A Love We Deserve (True Love Book 2) (8 page)

Chapter 8

“Oh my God! I can’t believe it. I’m down another three pounds. That makes eighteen altogether in six weeks!”

I jump up and down like a mad woman. With Caleb’s help, and my hard work I’m almost at my goal weight. Seven pounds more to go. He hates it when I get on the scale. He says that it’s no measure of fitness, and the numbers can get you obsessed about the wrong things. I don’t care; I
like
to see the numbers drop. He hasn’t been complaining about the new lingerie I’ve been buying either. I’m finally feeling some positive self-esteem and I want to show off my hard work to the man I love.

He keeps me fed, too. He loves to cook, and he’s amazing at it. He makes us gourmet lunches, and will pack some for me to bring to the boys. They still haven’t met him, but I have told them all about him. Just as a friend, though. My mother-bear instincts just won’t let me cross that barrier yet. I know Caleb is getting anxious about it, but he won’t say anything. He’s always asking about them. Chris had the boys to his place two weeks ago. They acted up a little when they got home, so that just put off their meeting with him again. I keep telling myself, baby steps, baby steps. We’ll get there.

Caleb and I started early today. He had a client at 6:00 a.m., so I came and worked out with him right after. He didn’t have anything booked after me, so he offered to give me a massage. Other than massages in the bedroom, I haven’t been back to the spa area here since that first night.

“All right, gorgeous, you know the drill. Get naked and wait for me.”

He swats me on the butt, and scurries off to get his things. I love this area; it’s beautiful and relaxing. I take off my clothes, and I climb onto the heated massage table. What great memories this brings back. I still remember the look on his face when my sheet dropped: His look of pure desire changed me inside. Chris hadn’t looked at me like that since before we were married. In Chris’ mind, why would you
desire
your wife? Where’s the fun in that? No thrill of the chase, just the same boring woman who gave birth to your kids. Asshole.

I hear the door creak a little - now he doesn’t have to knock before entering - and close quietly. I’m face down, just like last time, and I’m not saying a word. I want him to take control; this is his domain. He’s humming a little tune; he’s so cute, while he sets up the room. I smell the candle, but stronger this time, and it seems a bit brighter. He must have lit a few more than last time. Next should be the spa music, lutes and harps to relax by. He is putting on music, but this isn’t for the spa. It’s a hard, pulsating beat, but played on low volume. Something’s telling me this isn’t going to be a typical massage.

“Hey, baby, turn over,” he whispers warmly in my ear and it shoots straight down to my loins. I do as he asks, and flip over. He grabs the sheet covering me, and folds it down to my waist so my chest and stomach are exposed.

“Hey, it took an hour of massage to get to this point last time,” I say with laughter in my voice.

“Well, this morning, I don’t really feel like that just yet. I have something a lot more,
interesting
in mind.”

I hear myself swallow. I don’t need the table warmer anymore; I could warm this whole place with what’s happening in my crotch. My nipples pucker with the sudden exposure, and he clamps his mouth down on one hungrily.

“Mmm,” he moans while sucking my breast, and the sound he makes with his mouth sends my nervous system into overload. I instinctively arch my back to open my chest up further to him. He frees my breast from his mouth, and walks to his table of supplies. I assume he’s getting the oil, but I’m wrong. He picks up a candle in a metal tin. He returns to the space he had left, and looks me in the eye.

“Do you trust me?” he faintly whispers.

“Of course I do,” I whisper back, even though my stomach is in knots wondering what he has planned. He reaches up to my face, and gently closes my eyes with his hand.

“Just feel it, baby. Take it all in.”

His whisper was even quieter this time, barely audible, but I heard it. I nod my head in acceptance, and wait. I can smell the aroma of the candle, and I feel the heat closer to my body. The heat! Ouch! My eyes spring open and I watch in shock as I see him pour the wax onto my nipple. He sees that I’m watching, and he shakes his head.

“Tsk, tsk. Close your eyes. It’s not the same, if you watch.”

All I can feel is a burned tit, what other sensation could there be? Oh, wait. I spoke too soon. He allows time for my body to get over the initial shock, and I feel the sensation he’s speaking of. The burning is gone, but an electric pulse takes its place. My nipple hardens and the cooling wax is pinching my tit. All the shock waves are traveling straight to my crotch. He was right; it’s a heady sensation. I’m basking in the extremeness of it all as my body adjusts, when I feel the burn on my other tit. Whoa! I see why you need to keep your eyes closed. The burn lasts only a second, and it’s the surprise that’s so exciting. He places the candle back on the table, and begins to massage the warm wax into my skin. His strong hands make easy work of clearing the leftovers from my chest.

“I really wanted to take my time with this today, but I need a taste first. I can’t help myself.”

He pulls the remainder of the sheet down and off the table. He nears my feet and in one swift motion he grabs my ankles and I slide down the table to my rear. He lifts my dangling legs, throws them over his shoulders and gets to business. His tongue is exploring my slit, and he heads lower. His tongue teases my ass, as he rubs my clit with the palm of his hand. I grab his hair and pull as I scream. My orgasm comes out of nowhere, and the spontaneity of it makes me yell. He gets to his feet quickly, and covers my mouth. He’s trying to suppress a laugh.

“Shh! People will hear you, we’re not alone in here today!”

Oh shit, I wasn’t even thinking. Not that he gave me any chance of that. We both stay still for a moment and listen for any signs that someone heard me. All quiet. Most of the other employees all know that we’re dating, but the other clients and patrons aren’t supposed to know it, too.  He peeks his head out the door just to make sure, and it’s all clear. We’re safe.

“OK, miss, maybe a gag is in order since you can’t seem to control yourself.”

He walks over to me and pulls down his pants. He rolls me over onto my side, as he adjusts the height of the bed so that my mouth is level with his dick. I grab him and guide him into my mouth then he takes over. He holds the back of my head, and fucks my mouth. All I have to do is lay here and enjoy the taste and feel of him with my tongue. I can tell he’s getting close. He looks down at me and I slightly nod my head to let him know it’s OK. He comes hard and pushes his dick farther into my mouth. I feel his warm liquid pour down my throat as he pulsates. I swallow everything he gives me, as I continue to suck. He’s biting his lower lip, forcing an exhale through his nose. He looks into my eyes, and mouths, “
F-u-c-k M-e,”
I think he enjoyed it. He slowly pulls out of my mouth, and leans down over my body. After he regulates his breath, he leans over and kisses me.

“Thank you, gorgeous,” he says quietly. He’s good; he barely made any sound at all. He pulls up his pants, and I get dressed. My chest still smells like the candle. He cleans up the room quickly and turns up the lights. I feel a gentle kiss on the back of my head.

“OK. I owe you a real breakfast now. I love you, Melanie.”

I should say so, that doesn’t count as a meal in my book. People are in line to scan their cards to get into the gym, looking like a hoard of zombies as we walk past them out the front door. He’s holding my hand as we walk toward his car. I notice a striking woman get out of her car parked next to Caleb’s.
Fuck me.
It’s
her
, Suzanne. Chris’ ex-wife is walking toward us. She noticed me before I saw her, because she’s staring a hole right through me. Caleb notices, and turns to me.

“Do you know her? Who is that?”

Before I even get a chance to explain, she opens her mouth first.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slut herself. You’re looking well, Melanie, not quite the lard ass you were last time I saw you.”

She sees Caleb and I are holding hands.

“I heard about Chris, karma’s a bitch, huh? Is this one married, too? Does his stupid wife know you’re throwing your used pussy at her husband? I’d get tested if I were you, pal. Do yourself a favor.”

She storms off into the gym.
Jesus Christ
. All I ever told Caleb about Chris was that he was a workaholic and that we decided to go our separate ways. It was too early in our relationship to do the ex bashing, in my opinion. I didn’t want to come off as a bitter bitch the way Suzanne just did. Caleb lets my hand drop and I see he’s white as a ghost. He throws his bag in his car, gets in and slams the door. Tears are streaming down his face as he looks at me, and speeds off. I stand in my spot, unable to move or think. This has been one hell of a morning and it’s not even 9:00 a.m.

I call Katie. My car is at his place. I had driven there first, and we went to the gym together. She picks me up, and we drive to his house. She’s just as stunned at his house as I had been the first time I saw it. She already knew his story, but the house just speaks for itself. I’m so scared that he would be here, but he isn’t. I have no idea where he could have gone, but I’m thankful nonetheless. I have a lot of explaining to do, and I need time to sort it out thoughtfully before I do. Katie follows me home and comes in. She starts crying.

“Oh, Mel, Oh, Mel,”

She doesn’t know what to say.
I
don’t know what to say. I would love to storm around calling Suzanne a giant bitch who ruined my life, but the truth is, I’ve been in her shoes, and it sucks. Even though I never knew he was married, I could have read the signs a little better. If I ever ran into one of the women he screwed, I probably would have acted the same way. At least I’ve never met any of them that I know of. 

I had an unfortunate run-in with Suzanne when John was about two. I was with him in the grocery store, and I saw Chris’ sister Beth from behind. She was speaking with a woman I didn’t recognize so I went up to say hello. The woman clearly knew who I was and freaked out. Poor Beth didn’t know what to do. It was her, and she knew my face from spying on Chris. Beth had told me about it, but I never thought about the pictures she would have seen of the two of us. My face must have been burnt onto her brain, understandably. Thank God for Beth between us, because she started to flail at me. Poor John was crying in the cart, and everyone was looking. Beth was yelling at me to leave so she could calm her down.

That was the last time I had seen the woman. She and Beth stayed friendly, in the same way that Beth and I have. It’s not his sister’s fault that he’s a cheating asshole. Beth had confided to me that she was happy that he found me, even if it was a less than perfect start. She always said that he just needed the right person and family life to settle him down. Guess I thought so, too. Boy, were we wrong. Well, that’s the end of going to that gym. Now I have to talk with Caleb. The look in his eyes broke my heart. His wife had cheated on him with one of his closest friends. The betrayal had affected him so much, that he often spoke of how he just couldn’t understand infidelity: Just be honest and leave if you’re unhappy. I pray to God that he’ll let me explain. I send him a text just to let him know I’m ready to talk whenever he is.

Caleb. I hope you’ll give me a chance to explain. Please call me as soon as you feel like you’re ready to listen. I love you. M

Two hours, no response. Five days go by, and still nothing. Even if he wants to stay away from me, which I understand, I just need some closure. I need him to understand that yet another cheater didn’t dupe him like his ex or his dad, but that I was lied to and cheated on as well. I don’t need his forgiveness, but I don’t want to add more bitterness to his life. Too many people have let him down. I wish I had told him my full story upfront. That would have saved me this drama, and, potentially, our relationship.

Day Six, he finally sends me a text.

We need to talk. Can you meet me at our coffee shop around 11?

It sounds encouraging.
Our
coffee shop. He still thinks of us as
our
. I reply and say I’ll be there. I leave early; I want to be the first one to arrive so I can watch his face when he comes in. It may help to decipher his mood. I pick a spot in the back corner so we can have a little privacy. This place is really busy and loud, and that’s good. Less chance of someone overhearing our conversation. I’m already a bundle of nerves, so I get a Zen tea decaf so I’m not shaking like a heroin addict on Day Two of rehab. I see his car pull into the parking lot; he’s right on time. It’s too crowded by the door to see him walk in. Damn! I finally catch sight of him, and he’s looking around for me. Total poker face, he’s not giving anything away. I have no idea what he’s thinking. He catches my eye, and doesn’t flinch, just calmly heads for my table. My stomach flips; I’ve missed him so much all I want to do is stand and run into his arms. He doesn’t bother stopping at the counter to buy anything, I wish I knew what was in his head. I guess I’m about to find out.