Page 25 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“Our marriage—”

“Is the way we wanted it to be. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says. It’s none of their business.”

“Why did you always take the blame for the way we were? You never told Penny that you were willing to be faithful.”

“Don’t make me sound like a hero, Mel. I’m not. Why tell your sister what she’d never understand? That’s the difference. We get each other. I’m not a saint, baby. I’m a sinner. Always have been, always will be. The difference is, I’ll be sinning with you for the rest of our lives. You’re going to be an amazing mom. I just know it. Our kid will hate you at times, but that’s kids in general. We’ll go from being the most loved to the most hated.”

“It sounds like we’re going to be in for a crazy ride.”

“We’ll handle it together, just like we have everything else.”

****

He was going to be a daddy.

Pea couldn’t get his head around that kind of shit. He was going to be a father. Mel had long since fallen asleep, and he stared at her sleeping face. Her head was resting on his arm. Her mouth was open a little, and her hands were on her stomach. There was no sign of her pregnancy yet, but there would be.

He knew there would.

Placing a hand over hers, he marveled at what the possibilities were.

For a long time, they’d been together now. They spent holidays together, and vacations.

On the day of their wedding, he could still see her smiling face as she walked down the aisle. Some of the club whores had been pissed that an outsider had taken one of the club. To him, Mel wasn’t an outsider. She’d intrigued him for a long time. The first time he’d seen her at the club having a good time, she’d captivated him.

She’d been in the middle of the dance floor, oblivious to the stares as she danced with abandon.

Out of all of the women, she’d not been begging for attention. Her gaze hadn’t lingered on a single brother or old lady. She wasn’t trying to worm her way into the club on the good graces of anyone else.

All Mel had been trying to do was have a good time. A really good time.

After watching her dance for an hour straight, his cock had been so fucking hard that he’d not been able to resist. He’d gone right up to her and banded his arm around her waist.

She didn’t put up a fight. Instead, she’d laughed as he’d dry humped her ass, and she’d wriggled against him.

The sex that night had been the best of his life.

From that moment on, he was always on the lookout for Mel. Whenever she turned up, he’d make sure he was the brother by her side. The night would end with her in his bed, with him fucking her harder than ever before.

He wanted to make her remember him. When she was with another man, he wanted them to fall short when compared with him.

Then of course, he’d found out the truth about Mel. She’d become guardian to her sister after her parents died.

For a long time, he’d tried not to be that kind of guy who followed his girl around, panting after her. Neither of them was committed to the other, but after nearly two weeks of not seeing her, he’d caved.

She hadn’t answered the door when he knocked, and he went back in time to the moment his life changed forever.

****

Several years ago.

“Mel, the door’s open,” he said.

Pea hated that he was here, trying to figure out if everything was okay with Mel. He’d not seen her for two weeks at the club, and he missed her.

It was crazy really. Neither of them knew a whole lot about each other, but he did miss her.

At the sound of sobbing, he stopped.

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