Moonlight (a Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series - Part 1) (2 page)

I thought of a weekend away with him in the small picturesque town. I would buy new lingerie and make a weekend of it. It could be our new honeymoon.

“
Not hungry
?
”

He snapped me out of my daydream that I did
n’
t even realize I was having. I saw the computer shut in front of him and he looked at me.

“
Just tired
,
” I responded
.“
What happened with Solvang
?
” I asked reluctantly.

“
I could
n’
t find anything else
,
” he said.

My throat tightened up and I fought back the tears. I just nodded and got up from the table.

He did
n’
t say anything else and went to the sofa where Lilian sat and watched tv with her.

“
If yo
u’
re tired, why do
n’
t you take a bath and
I’
ll put Lilian to bed tonight
?
” Zach spoke without looking up.

I picked up his socks and shoes from behind the sofa with a sigh and took them to our room, thinking about a bath
.“
No, tha
t’
s okay
,
” I said as I came back down the hallway and back into the kitchen.

As I washed the dishes that were stacked in the sink I thought about the diner and Warren.
It was never just an affair.
Each
time I thought about his text my heart races in anticipation. It meant more to him and that should scare me, make me run. Instead, I felt my lips curve in a smile. A part of me wondered what he was doing right now.

“
I’
m going to go to bed
,
” Zach called out from the sofa.

“
Right now? I
t’
s only 8:30
.
” I frowned. We used to stay up late together but it had been years since then. Yet, on nights where he went to bed especially early I felt especially lonely.

I dried my hand on the dishtowel and wiped down our charcoal gray granite counter-top as I listened to the soft footfalls of my husband. I felt myself pause mid-wipe in anticipation. Then, I heard the soft click as our bedroom door closed and I wiped the tear that had escaped.

“
Alright munchkin. I
t’
s past your bedtime
.
”

I looked down at my daughter who laid on our couch half-asleep.

“
W
e’
ll skip your bath tonight
,
” I said, half-laughing.

I carried my six year old to her overly pink bedroom and sat with her until she fell asleep. As I watched her lips turn into a pout in her sleep I smiled and brushed her soft curls back from her round face. I sat there for another hour, watching her peaceful sleep and listened to the sound of her steady, soft breathing. I gently pulled her blue stuffed rabbit, Mugsy, from her arms and tiptoed back to our bedroom. I deliberately avoided looking at our bed where my husband slept, clueless about his wifes love affair. I might as well not have existed anymore.

As I sat on the floor of our oversized walk-in closet, sewing the loose eye back on Mugsy I thought of Warren again and his words before we parted.
I wish you were coming home to me instead.

Just as I was tucking Mugsy back into Lilia
n’
s arms I heard my cell phone chime from my purse and my pulse quickened. After silently closing Lilians bedroom door I went directly to my phone.

Miss me?

I smiled as I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs.

Was it an early night for Sophia too?
She already asleep?

I do
n’
t know when we stopped using Zach and Sophias names to each other. We usually avoided conversation of our spouses all together.

Yup. Exciting night here. You?

I sighed.

Is this why we need each other?

I leaned back against the sofa, not expecting a fast reply. Yet, my phone chimed almost immediately.

Come outside

That explained the fast reply. I did
n’
t respond but went to our bedroom instead and heard the steady soft snores from Zach. I stood for a minute just watching his sleeping form and felt angrier by the second. Why could
n’
t he be the one waiting for me? I fumbled loudly through our closet until I found a light shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders. When I stepped outside the closet his snores continued undisturbed.

Jackass
, I whispered.

The only reason I did
n’
t bother slamming the front door is because I did
n’
t want to wake Lilian. Warren was parked directly in front of the house in his green Ford Explorer. I could hear the engine idling. I frowned at him and he just shrugged. I walked up to the car and the passenger side window was rolled all the way down.

“
Really Warren
?
”

“
H
e’
s probably been snoring for hours already, Melanie
.
” He wore a silly half-grin
.“
Get in, w
e’
ll drive down to the park at the end of the street
.
”

His car was filled with his scent and it instantly relaxed me. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. My entire life exhausted me.

“
Wha
t’
d you eat tonight
?
” I asked.

Warren frowned.

“
Pizza
?
”

“
No, meatball sandwich
.
”

“
From Angelos
?
”

“
Yup
.
”

“
When is the last time you ate real food
?
”

“
Angelos
is
real food
.
”

“
You know what I mean. Whe
n’
s the last time you ate
at home
.
”

“
Home
?
” He gave me a look.

Warren pulled to the side of the road just in front of the small neighborhood park. We walked over to the picnic table just twenty feet from the road. I sat, leaning back against the tabletop and Warren sat facing inward.

“
It was
n’
t like with you, when yo
u
– ” he did
n’
t need to finish what he was saying. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I did
n’
t say a word and let Warren take his time. We had talked about it before. Yet, I could tell by his tone that this was different.

“
Sh
e’
s not getting better, only worse
.
”

“
Maybe i
t’
s time for a new doctor? New meds
?
” I urged. I may be having an affair with Sophias husband, but I did
n’
t hate the woman. Though,
I’
m sure she would hate me and I would
n’
t blame her - not for a second. Sometimes, I wondered if I should stop seeing Warren because I did
n’
t want to risk hurting Sophia more than she already was. I was scared of the sort of consequences that Warren would deal with. Sometimes I hated myself for not leaving hi
m
– more for him, than me. 

“
I do
n’
t know anymore
.
”

“
You knew with me
,
” I reminded him
.“
While Zach did
n’
t. While no one did
n’
t
.
” I took a deep, shaky breath.

“
Did he ever find out
?
”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak without crying. Warren brushed my hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear, then he gently turned my face towards his and made eye contact. I loved that about Warren. I loved that he always wanted to
see
me.

“
I’
m pretty sure you saved my life
,
” I finally managed
.“
And you barely knew me
.
”

Warren tilted his head to the side, regarding me sadly
.“I’
m sorry you went through that and
I’
m sorry your husband did
n’
t know how much you were suffering. But,
I’
m not sorry that it brought us closer together
.
” He curled his fingers into mine, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

My cell phone chimed and my heart sped up nervously. Yet, when I looked down, there was nothing.

“
I
t’
s mine
.
”

I glanced at Warrens phone.

“
Looks like she woke up and wants to know if I can bring her some crackers
.
”

I took a deep, relieving breath and as I did Warren slipped my shawl off my shoulders.

“
I like this dress
,
” he said. His voice deeper, gravely, and hungry.

He slipped his finger alongside the inside of my neckline, just grazing my nipple, instantly perking me up and sending warmth through my body hungrily.

The diner was a tease and I was
n’
t sure how much of this I could take. He continued to twist and tease sending my desires soaring.

“
I just decided something
,
” he said as he watched me, his eyes darkening mischievously and then pinched a little stronger. I shuddered in response.

“
Wha
t’
s that
?
” my voice came out breathy in response to his touches. His eyebrows raised as he delighted in the crazy things he did to me.

“
I’
m going to drive you mad until this weekend. Drive you to the edge of delight all week so by the time you come to the office this weekend yo
u’
ll be begging for sexual mercy
.
”

The idea both thrilled me in every way and already drove me mad. He pinched again. Two could play at this game.

I slipped the top of my dress off like it had been in the parking lot, exposing my breasts to the night air. His eyes widened in surprise.

“
Are you sure you want to do that
?
” I asked, knowing full-well who was in control.

I leaned back further against the metal picnic table, arching my back and letting my breasts protrude even more.

Warren was up faster than I could even comprehend. In a second, he flipped me over on the table and my breasts pressed roughly against the cold metal, shocking my system in a mix of pleasure and pain. He took both my hands in his and held my wrists together in his one hand, pulling my body back against him. Warren lifted my skirt over my back exposing my bottom.

“
Do
n’
t think yo
u’
re going to win this game Melanie
,
” he said.

I opened my legs wider, kneeling on the bench of the table as leverage, pressing my bare bottom against his groin. I then heard the satisfying sound of his zipper on his jeans being undone.

“
What if a car comes by
?
” Warren asked me.

“
Let them
,
” I said, so desperate to feel him inside me.

I felt him slide easily inside and he murmured about how ready I was for him. He pounded me hard and it took everything not to scream out in pleasure. I felt my nipples brush against the cold metal unforgivingly and the pain sent the most pleasurable thrills through my body. My pelvis was pressed against the table which only drove him further inside me, mercilessly. He took his free hand and somehow reached around my legs and gently twisted and teased my clit. I was over the edge. Every inch of my body was exploding with pleasure that only seemed to climb more and more. Just when I thought I would climax he moved his fingers even more expertly against me while still pounding and sending me even further into a pleasure hole. My climax was relentless, vibrating and pulsating from the inside out. I heard his deep moans at the same time and knew he held off to climax with me which only drove him deeper at those last moments.

He leaned over my back, still inside me and caressed my back with soft kisses before slipping out.

I tried to stand but my legs wobbled and he held me upright as I straightened my dress. I felt the inside of my legs damp from both me and him and did
n’
t care. It only reminded me of the things he did to me.

He opened the passenger door for me but before I hopped in he pressed me against the car and kissed me deeply, passionately, and once again wrapped the shawl around my shoulders.

“
See you at work tomorrow
?
” he asked.

I shook my head
.“
No, field trip tomorrow and I volunteered to be one of the chaperons for Lilians class. The T.A. has been bugging me to come along for quite some time
.
”