Learning to Forgive (2 page)

Her
nails scored a line down his back making him wince. David took hold of her
hands, pressing them above her head to stop her from touching him. He leaned
back and took his cock in his free hand while also keeping both of her hands
trapped underneath him.

Then
in one smooth thrust, he seated himself up to the hilt inside her. She cried
out in pain. He stared down into her eyes. Tears had filled her eyes. The pain
he saw radiated out of her.

“Was
I your first?” he asked, praying he wasn’t. There was no way someone like Molly
would be a virgin at her age.

She
didn’t speak only nodded her head.

David
closed his eyes. He couldn’t pull away. His need was too much to simply pull
away.

“I’ll
make it good for you next time. I can’t stop, Molly.” David didn’t wait for an
answer as he thrust inside her tight cunt.

A
possessive feeling swept through him. He was Molly’s first man. She’d never
slept with or fucked another man before him. She was all his. He’d never been
with a virgin before. He wrapped her up in his arms as he took her, hard. There
was no stopping his lust.

For
five months he’d kept himself at bay. He could do it no longer. She meant the
world to him. And there was where his guilt lay.

Molly
had been in his life five months, and already he felt more connected to her
than he ever had with his first wife. It was a harsh, painful reality.

He
wished with all of his heart that he could claim Molly as his wife for the rest
of his life. David knew he’d never give her up. Then he remembered he was
inside her without a condom. There was no protection. If he
orgasmed
inside her, there was a chance of a baby.
 
David sent a little prayer begging for her to get pregnant. He knew he
was a selfish bastard. There was nothing he could offer her. His love had been
taken with Isabella. When he was young he’d been told only one woman would
claim his heart. His first wife had taken his heart. Molly would never feel his
love. Even as all these thoughts played through his mind, he couldn’t give her
up. He slammed inside her, pressing a hand between their bodies to finger her
swollen clit. She climaxed around his shaft, which sent him over the edge and
into oblivion.

The
only sounds that could be heard in the small room were of their heavy
breathing. David didn’t say anything. Molly pushed him away first. He rolled
onto his back and watched her get dressed out of the corner of his eye then
leave the quiet of his study.

He
stared at the ceiling, his body slowly coming down from the high. If Molly was
pregnant, he’d take her as his wife. His boys would have a mother, and no other
man would touch her.

David
had seen the trail of his semen as it leaked out of her pussy while she was
getting dressed. All he had to wait for was time. He closed his eyes and
smiled. Never before in his life had he felt so damn happy. If Molly wasn’t
pregnant this time, then he’d take her again and again until she was.

He
was a bastard, but he wasn’t the head of a successful business if he played
nice all the time.
 

Chapter One

Twenty-five years later

David
stared at his wife. She was now fifty years old, and to him she looked every
bit as beautiful as she did when they first met. They’d been together
twenty-five years. A long time for some couples, to him it hadn’t been nearly
enough time to be with her.

Their
time together had been rough, at times down right depressing. Their
relationship could be as dangerous as the ocean at peak times. After two more
boys together, he’d thought he could handle everything. However, he’d been
wrong.

“What?”

“I
want a divorce. I can’t stand this anymore. All the boys are gone. You have no
need for me. You can spend the rest of your life mourning the death of your
first wife. Please, let me go,” Molly said, pressing the papers against his
hand.

He
licked his lips taking the papers from her. They were legal documents that
would end his claim to her. His gut tightened at the thought of never seeing
her again. They had two sons together, and he knew even with two boys, he’d
never see her again. Luke and John couldn’t stomach him at the best of times.
He knew those two had to be in on this sudden declaration of divorce.

“No,
I’m not signing this.” He threw the papers to the floor in disgust. For the
last twenty-five years Molly had been his woman. There was no way he was
letting her go after all this time.

“I
don’t accept that,” she said. “I want a divorce, David. I hate this life. I
hate you.”

“You
don’t mean that.” He knew she loved him. Tears sprang to her eyes. David stared
into her green depths, which reminded him of the first time he’d made love to
her. He’d taken her innocence and given her their child. Luke.

“You
want to torture me some more? Is that it? Twenty-five years of being second
best and you want me to spend the rest of my life knowing I wasn’t good enough
for you?” Her voice rose, the anger and pain kicking him again and again.

“Torture?
Has
being married to me really been that hard?” he asked, getting to his feet.

“You
really have to ask me that? Yes, David, it has. I’m lonely. I’m fifty years
old, and in the last twenty-five years I haven’t known what it feels like to be
loved. All your love died with Isabella, remember?” She ran her fingers through
her hair. Even at fifty, the few shades of white did nothing to smear her
natural beauty. Her blond tresses fascinated him. She was a natural blond and caring.
Fucking hell, he loved her so much and had never told her. “I can’t do this
anymore. You said you cared about me. If you did then you’d sign the papers.”

He
shook his head. “I can’t sign those papers. I love you too damn much to let you
go,” he said.

She
turned on him, pushing at his chest. Her age hadn’t stopped her natural
response to retaliate. How many times had she pushed him, or shoved him, when
he drove her crazy?

Too many to count.
It was a
small sign of how much she still loved him. “Don’t even think of saying that to
me. You’ve never loved me, David.”

David
grabbed the papers and threw them on the fire. “I’m not letting you go. Get
used to it.”

She
stared at the burning papers, tears trailing down her face. He went to comfort
her but stopped when she faced him. “Don’t come near me. I want nothing to do
with you.” Molly pulled the ring off her finger. In all the years they’d been
married he’d never seen her remove the wedding band he’d given her. She threw
the jewellery into the fire then walked away.

David
waited for her to leave before using a poker to pull the ring out of the
burning flames. He left it to cool down then picked it up. Placing it in his
palm, he felt the first of his own tears begin to fall.

Molly
had no idea how he felt about her. The divorce was clearly her final straw. He
heard a door slamming upstairs, and he knew she’d gone into a guest room. She
wouldn’t be in his bed tonight. He hated sleeping alone. Since the moment he
placed that wedding band on her finger, she’d been his. The only time they’d
not been in conflict had been when the door to their bedroom had closed.

He
had thought he could show her with actions rather than words how he felt about
her.

The
phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and heard Luke on
the other end.

“Hello,”
he said.

“Hi, David.
Where’s
Mom?” Luke asked.

“I’m
your father, Luke. Please start using my title.” Luke and John had stopped
calling him father since they’d become teenagers. His two sons by Molly and
Trent, his youngest from his first marriage, couldn’t stand the sight of
him.
 

“Whatever.
Is Mom there? Have you signed the papers?”

“What?”
David asked.

“We
know Mom was going to ask you for a divorce. We wanted to know if you were
going to be a good person for once and let her go or if you were going to be a
hard-ass.”

“You
convinced your mother to divorce me?” David said, yelling into the phone.

“Let’s
face it,
David.
You don’t love her.
You never have. Let her go, and at last let her find someone who could love
her.”

“I
don’t want to hear you talking to your mother about a divorce. This is none of
your business. Do you understand?”

Before
he gave his son time to respond, he slammed the phone down with a growl. Where
had he gone wrong? Blaze was going through his own divorce. Christopher spent
most of his time matchmaking other couples. Trent was doing whatever it was he
did, and the other two boys were conspiring to take his wife away.

No,
he wouldn’t let them take the only woman he’d ever felt so much passion towards
away from him. He loved her too damn much.

She doesn’t believe you.

I don’t care. I’m going to show her
how much I love her.

****

Molly
couldn’t stop the tears. She wiped the tissue under her eyes as another wave of
tears began to fall. It felt like she’d been crying for most of her adult life.
Being with David hadn’t been a walk in the park. He spent a great deal of time
moody and depressed.

She
sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the wedding photo. David looked
miserable while she looked petrified. She’d been pregnant with Luke at the
time. Their wedding had been a rushed affair. The media at the time had soaked
up the story of the rushed shot-gun style wedding. The shame she’d felt every
time a camera flashed in her face had spoilt any chance of her enjoying her
pregnancy. There had been a short time before she’d told David about being
pregnant where she’d considered getting rid of it.

Twenty-five
years ago had been different. Having a baby out of wedlock would have made the whole
society scorn her for her loose ways. How times had changed. Now, she’d be
considered successful or something. She hated thinking about the past. However,
getting older and contemplating spending the next twenty-five years with a man
who still loved the ghost of his first wife, had made her react.

Divorce
wasn’t her first choice. She loved David so much. The pain he’d caused was
worth it, if she got to be with him. How pathetic was that? It had taken her
two youngest children to convince her to divorce him.

Molly
wiped her nose then stood up. She needed a drink. There was no sound from
downstairs as she walked through to his study. She went straight for the
decanter and poured herself a generous shot of brandy. The bitter taste was
what she needed to be able to focus on her problem.

“I’ve
turned you to drink?” David asked. He was leaning against the door-frame. He’d
aged well. His hair showed a few grey lines. She knew his body was still well
defined with a few age lines. They were both healthy and spent a great deal of
time caring about their health. She was checked every three months at David’s
insistence. Molly had demanded he do the same health checks at the same time.

“I
need it,” she said, turning her back to him. After all this time, he made her
heart race and her pussy melt with need for him. Age hadn’t taken away their
need for each other. She wanted him more and more while her heart begged her to
leave. It was a horrible situation to be in.

She
felt him move close. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back
against him. Time hadn’t changed how much they wanted each other. She felt the
press of his cock against her ass. Molly closed her eyes. It was too much to
bear at the moment.

“Let
me go,” she said.

“I
can’t, Molly.”

His
hands tightened around her stomach. She took several deep breaths to try to
keep
herself
under control. It was unfair of him to
keep her trapped.

“Luke
and John put you up to this, didn’t they?” he asked.

“It
doesn’t matter. I want a divorce, and if you really think about it, you do as
well.”

“No,
you’re wrong, Molly. I never want to be apart from you. I’m home now. I’ve
given up work to the boys. I want us to have a life together,” he said.

“It’s
too late. Let go.” She tapped his hand, pulling out of his hold. Summer was
fast approaching, but the slight chill in the air meant they still needed to
have a fire. She stared at the embers recalling the first night they were
together. It had been the first night of many. Once her pregnancy had come out
in the open, David had moved fast with all the preparations.

“I
was going to abort Luke,” she said.

“What?”

Molly
turned to face him. “Some of the girls I used to know suggested I abort the
baby. They told me you’d never do the right thing, and I was best off getting
rid of him. I booked the appointment and everything. I even went into the
clinic and sat waiting.”