Pieces Of Heaven (Heaven & Hell #2)(37)

It's a picture of the three of us taken when we were out for ice cream. The smiles on all our faces are lit up even brighter than the sun in the background. I'm on top of Mick and Lori is on top of me. He joked and called it a chain reaction, which is what made us burst out laughing.

I can't believe he had it framed. Turning my head, I hear something coming from the kitchen.

When I enter the kitchen the man I've been dreaming of, chasing after, and trying to forget about is sitting on a chair, looking at pictures in front of him. The bottle of whiskey right next to him is almost empty, the shot glass tipped over.

"Hey," I whisper while I lean into the doorframe, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

He looks up at me, his eyes dazed, the white pink and bloodshot.

"You're here?" he asks, and I'm not sure he knows that it's me.

"I thought you might need a friend."

He lets out a little laugh. "Is that right? You look like you were out on a date." He looks me up and down.

He isn't wrong, yet he isn't right. I was out, but not on a date. At least not the way he thinks. I was having dinner with Bella when I got the news. Although from the short jean skirt and flowery tank top, you would think I was actually on a date.

"I was out with Bella," I tell him just to make sure he knows.

The picture in his hand slides through his fingers, showing me it's an ultrasound picture.

"Jackson told me." I don't think I have to say anything else after that.

"So you know?" he asks, looking at me.

I nod my head, letting him know.

"She fucking lied to me, to you, to us. She fucking tried to play God with my life." He picks up the glass, filling it with a shot of whiskey and then downing it. "She fucked with me for the last seven years." He laughs, looking at his hands. "Seven years of promising me things and letting me down. I finally fucking move on, finally fucking let my heart feel what a normal heart should feel, and she comes in here and rips it away."

He pours another shot, hissing while he swallows. "She's a bitch."

I walk to him, watching him turn in his chair, opening his legs for me to walk into.

I'm not sure what we are doing here, but I know I need liquid encouragement to take this next step and hope he doesn't send me away. Taking the glass from his hand, I pour a shot for myself, downing it. The liquid burns right from my throat to my stomach.

He rubs his hands on my back thighs, up and down. Goose bumps fill my body. "Tell me I'm not dreaming." He looks up at me.



       
         
       
        

I put my hands into his hair while his hands grab my hips. "If you're dreaming, it means I'm dreaming." One of my hands falls from his hair to the side of his face where my finger traces his cheekbone. "You're in my dreams always."

He pushes me away from him so he can close his legs and have me sit on him. My skirt rides way up, my chest rising and falling with every beat of my heart. I haven't been with anyone but him, and it's like my body knows it's home.

His hands cup my face, the thumbs rubbing my cheeks. "You're everywhere. You're in my dreams, in my thoughts, when I shower, when I eat, when I breathe."

My forehead lands on his, a tear coming out of his eye. "I prayed for the first time in my life for you to come back to me."

"Mick, you don't."

"I do. I fucking do. I have to tell you. You have to know. I never touched her while we were together. You have to know." His hands pull the hair away from my face. "Never wanted to touch her, never wanted to taint what we had. But that night that Lori called and she showed up, you left. I thought there was no way in hell you would give me another chance, no way would I be that fucking lucky to get my own piece of heaven. But I still never fucking touched her. I kicked her out and came to your house and watched you from my car."

"Mick," I whisper, my own tears falling now.

"I wore a condom each and every single time. I was stupid to not question it. I was a fucking fool to believe her, but why would she lie to me, right?" He exhales a deep breath, my hands clutching at his shirt now. The tears won't stop.

"Mick, please," I plead with him.

"I love you. Never knew love like this before, never knew it existed. Saw Jackson fall in love and fuck did I want that, wanted to feel that feeling, craved it. Then you looked me in the eye, and I saw what everyone was talking about. They said when it happens you'll know. Baby, I fucking knew."

"I love you." I don't wait for more. I take charge. I lean in, placing my lips on his. The taste of him is like going home.

The taste of the whiskey on his tongue mixed with mine is like finding a missing piece. The way our tongues dance with each other, it's like they have been doing this for their whole life.

His hands in my hair pull a little, my own hands wrapping around his neck to pull at his hair. The kiss is needy, greedy, and rough.

"How drunk are you right now?" I ask him when we finally leave each other's lips, but he has started to attack my neck. Licking, sucking, biting, making my heart soar and my panties wet.

"Not even close to drunk," he says while he gets off the chair, my legs wrapping around his waist, the skirt rising up till you see my ass. "Tell me you'll stay," he asks right before he takes one more step into the living room right to the steps that lead to his room. 

"I'm never leaving. No more, Mick."

"Fuck, not giving you a choice anyway. You left once, fucking killed me when you did. Not doing that again," he tells me right before walking to the door, slamming it shut and locking it.

"Where is Lori?" he asks before we make it up one step. This man not only loves me, he actually loves my daughter.

"Left her at Bella and Jackson's. She's spending the night."

"Good because what I've got planned is going to take all fucking night and tomorrow as well."

I don't get to say another word before he slams his mouth on mine, making me get lost in him.





Chapter Thirty-Five


Mick


Sitting at that table tonight drowning my sorrow, I bid my time till I can go to her. Nothing is standing in our way now. Or better yet, no one.

I take one more look at the ultrasound picture before I place it away. I loved that little girl for as long as I thought she was mine. It's a shame she'll end up with a mother like Sandie, but that isn't my problem. Not now, not ever.

So when I look up and see Marissa in my kitchen, it's a gift from God. It's like the heavens are answering my prayers.

But nothing could prepare me for when she comes toward me. I hold my breath, hoping that it isn't a fucking illusion or that I'm dying.

Her hands on me break me. Her touch. I was fucking hers. She owned me, she just didn't know it. But for the rest of my life I'm going to make sure every fucking morning, noon, and night she knows that she owns me.

I have to tell her what I couldn't these last couple of weeks. I have to make sure she knows that what we had was so much more than what I had with anyone, that what we had was everything.

Now we are here, in my room, finally back where she belongs, with me.

"Baby." I kiss her neck, ready to get her naked. "Let your feet down."

"No," she says right before pulling me closer to her, wanting to get inside me, and fuck if I didn't want the same thing.

"Baby, I need to get you naked," I say while my hands find her ass, kneading them, pushing her core straight on my jean-covered cock.

"Hmmm, okay." She unfolds her legs, sliding down on her feet, walking to the bed, and getting on it on her knees. In the middle of my bed, in the dark, the light from outside streaming in directly on her like an angel.

She pulls her top over her head, leaving her in a cream-covered lace bra, pushing up her tits nice and round. I start to walk to her, but she shakes her head no, so I stop.

"I wasn't with anyone since you," she says when she unclasps her bra in front, letting her tits hang free. The barbells in her nipples catch on the light, also shining in the night. My mouth waters. I rip my shirt over my head.

"One for one, baby," I tell her, and her eyes hood over in lust.

I rub my cock through my pants, letting her watch me. She unbuttons her jean skirt, pulling the zipper down slowly. She has the matching lace underwear on. She peels it down her hips, lying back on the bed and kicking her skirt away.

Her legs fall open, her finger rubbing down her slit all the while her eyes are on me. I open my own button and bring the zipper down. Pushing the pants down over my hips, my cock springs out. I'm not wearing any boxers, so her eyes go wide as she takes me in. I kick them off my legs.

"I'm naked, baby." I fist my cock, pulling my barbell, the sensation going straight to my balls.



       
         
       
        

I get on the bed with her, grabbing the panties in my hands, shredding them by pulling. "Oops, my bad," I say right before I bend down, taking her clit into my mouth. She groans out, pushing her pussy more into my mouth. I lick her from her clit to her opening, my tongue licking her all the way inside.

Her head rolls to the side while her back arches up. I push her legs back, opening her up while I eat her pussy like it's my last fucking meal. I look up from her pussy to see her staring down at me, her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples.