Unapologetically Me

Chapter Fifty Three

I closed my eyes, ignoring yet another call from one of the Starrs. I rubbed my scratchy, sore eyes and laid on my side. I called out of work today, knowing that I was losing out on good money, but I could force myself to go. I didn't want to be anywhere or do anything today

Thanksgiving was always an amazing holiday before my dad died. We would stuff ourselves full of food at my uncle's house at lunchtime then the women would all make a trip to all of the stores for black Friday deals. When we would get home from shopping, we would all eat again and karaoke and just have the best of times.

My dad's favorite song was by Highway to Hell and he would belt it out, his face pink from drinking the afternoon away. My mom would even be there, smiling and laughing and just having an all around good time.

Last year was hard, but I had James. He ate my sh*tty attempt at Thanksgiving food and hung out with me instead of being with his family. And he hadn't even called today. Not a single f*cking peep.

My phone rang again and I groaned, grabbing it and tossing it across the room when I saw that it was Marlene, yet again, trying to convince me to bring my mom over to have lunch with them.

I burrowed under my blankets and tried my hardest to stop crying. Another thing that was hitting me hard was that it was the day James found out I was pregnant last year. It was pretty much the beginning of our actual relationship. I mean, kind of, but it still stuck with me.

Mom was even feeling the depression of the day. She was in her room all morning, drowning her sorrows in nothing but ice cream and very depressing doctor drama shows.

I checked on her earlier to see if she was alright, but when I saw how red her eyes were, I ducked back out and made myself comfortable in my bed.

Kimmy and Hayley tried dragging me to Hayley's parents house in Texas, to get away from it all, but I couldn't just leave my mom here by herself, so that was a major bust too.

And it wasn't like I was trying to be a b*tch and ignore the Starrs. But being around them just made me think of James and how he couldn't be here.

I was at a point where I was almost asleep when there was a knock on the front door. I thought about ignoring it, but after the knocking intensified, I jumped out of bed angrily and marched into the livingroom.

My mom was standing at her bedroom door looking at the front door with fear and I wondered why she didn't just drag her ass over here to stop whomever thought it was a good idea to f*ck with me today.

As soon as I swung the door open, my jaw dropped and I stood there staring up at the one person I needed to see.

It almost didn't feel real as he stood there smiling down at me. I almost didn't believe it until his hands cupped my face and he wiped the tears off of my cheeks with his thumbs.

His piercing blue eyes looked down at me with so much love, I felt my throat burn as I threw my arms around him. He lifted me up in his arms and held me tightly as I began sobbing into his chest.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I breathed him in and it was like coming home. His cinnamon scent was so strong and I couldn't quit crying.

"Well, I tried to surprise you. I got in this morning, thinking you'd pop up at mom's house and I had her keep calling you after you texted you didn't feel up to it."

I laughed at that and shook my head. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to bring the mood down for everyone."

"I figured." He moved his hands down my sides slowly, cupping my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and he kissed the tip of my nose. He glanced over at my mom's door, where she was still standing, watching us with a small smile on her swollen face.

"Hey, Ms. Whitmore. Do you want to get dressed and go over for Thanksgiving? We have plenty of food and they're breaking out some board games right now."

She grinned and gave a small nod, turning back to her bedroom. She looked happier than ever and despite all of the bad blood in between us, it made me happy to see it.

"Now you, Miss Whitmore, would you like to get dressed to go to Thanksgiving?"

I grinned at him and nodded slowly. "Yes."

He walked us to my bedroom and as soon as he was in, he locked my bedroom door behind him and then laid me down on my messy bed.

My heart thundered in my chest as we began kissing and let me tell you, I f*cking missed him so bad.

The taste of him, the smell, the way his hands felt as they roamed my body had me so hot and bothered, if anything happened right now, we would for sure miss out on Thanksgiving with the Starrs.

He scooted me up on the bed gently, crawling over me, kissing my neck fervently, then down my chest. His hands moved down my torso, pinching my n*pples, then tugging the hem of my shirt up. I lifted my arms and let him take it off of me as his hot mouth found my n*pple.

I moaned and gasped as he continued to move down my stomach until his face was buried in between my legs, kissing me over my white cotton panties.

He pulled at them but I placed my hand over myself and he paused and looked up at me. His eyes were full of lust and disappointment as I shook my head.

"I haven't showered."

"Baby, I don't give a sh*t. I really don't. I will enjoy my Thanksgiving dinner." I laughed and rolled my eyes at him.

"No, I need a shower."

"Okay, but after. Just let me have a taste. I have been wanting to do this for f*cking months! Please?" He pouted his bottom lip out and I bit mine, feeling my face heat up.

"Okay." As soon as th words were out of my mouth, he pulled my panties down quickly, removing them from my legs and throwing them to the hamper by the bedroom door. His tongue slipped in between my lips and I closed my eyes, moaning at the feeling.

F*ck, it had been so long that just having his tongue like this made me want to come so quickly. He buried his face in my bare p*ssy, licking and sucking and I moaned loudly, placing my hand on the top of his head. I could feel his tongue enter me and one of his thumbs began slow circles over my swollen, wet cl*t.

"Oh, James, please don't stop." I moaned. His fingers entered me and I threw my head back, my chest heaving.

The heaviness in the pit of my stomach began to build as his tongue swirled around my cl*t, sucking on me. I came hard, seeing stars.

He gave me tiny little licks, making me ultra sensitive and then sat up looking completely feral with lust. His chest was heaving and his mouth was still wet with my juices. He helped me up and and led me to the bathroom, turning the water on quickly.

I walked to him, pressing myself to him and kissing him hard. He groaned as I palmed the front of his pants. His erection pressed against his jeans and I quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned him and unzipped him.

I slid my hand in his boxers briefs and he groaned as I stroked him.

"F*ck, I missed you." He whispers to me, kissing on my neck just under my ear. My eyes flutter shut and I continue to stroke him, feeling his precum slick over my hand as I do. I push his pants down quickly and he throws his coat and shirt off quickly, taking my hand and pulling me into the shower. He attacks my mouth as soon as I'm in with him and lifts me up against his body. He presses me against the wall of the shower and with one swift movement of his hips, he impales me with his giant, throbbing erection.

I gasp and he groans, laying his head on my shoulder, letting me adjust to his girth. "You're so f*cking tight. F*ck, I'm going to c*m so f*cking fast."

I nod because I can't even concentrate on anything else but how amazing he feels in between my legs. He begins moving slowly and I tilt my head back, letting the water run down in between us. I gasp and moan as he begins rutting faster, his hips slapping against my thighs.

It doesn't take long before I'm coming again and I can feel my thighs shake and quiver as he continues to drive into me.

When he comes, hime throws his head back and I watch his chest heave as he pants. He presses his forehead against mine as he lets me down slowly.

"I love you so f*cking much." He whispers to me. I hold his face in my hands, still not believing that he's here, with me, on Thanksgiving.

We begin washing and I let him help me. His eyes never leave my body and in them I can see just how much he loves and misses me. I can see the complete devotion and it solidifies, in my heart, just how much I truly love him.

After we get out of the shower, I get dressed quickly and he throws on his same clothes. I don't bother with makeup, but I try to get my hair into a quick French braid.

My mom is sitting in the living room when we come out, smirking as she flips through channels. It surprises me just how good she looks when she cleans up.

"You kids ready?" She asks with a knowing smile. I blush and nod while James wears a sh*t eating grin.

"Yes ma'am. Let's go!"

At the Starrs house everything feels warm and my mom is on her best behavior, despite there being alcohol in the room. She never once tries to reach for any and I'm proud as hell. Both James and I can't stop ourselves from being glued to each other's sides. During board games in the livingroom, he has me sit in his lap and kisses me every few minutes, rubbing my thighs and back.

And I can't get enough of it. It feels like he never left and I'm so in love with him.

After board games, we eat and everyone just looks like they're having a good time. My mom is smiling and chatting away with Marlene and it made me feel amazing seeing her so happy and sober.

When we get home later that night we lay in bed and watch a movie then we begin talking.

"How long are you here?" I already start thinking about how I can get out of work on Saturday and Sunday so that I can stay with with him. I was supposed to do my first ever dance on Saturday night, and I know that it would seem like I was trying to flake out, but I can't help the feeling of wanting to be around James.

"Just until Saturday afternoon. I have classes on Monday, so I can't stay longer."

I feel my eyes begin to tear up and I close them to stop the tears.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to come see you." He kissed the top of my head and places a hand on my stomach and moves it up to rest right under my chest.

"I thought you said you couldn't afford it?"

"I couldn't. I sold one of my gaming consoles and also am now going to tutor some kid in econ."

"Damn. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I wanted to! You have no idea how badly I wanted to come. And I felt like if I didn't come see you soon, I was going to self combust."

I rolled my eyes at the exaggeration and laid my head in his shoulder.

"So you needed s*x?"

"Not just any s*x. s*x with the most beautiful woman in the planet."

"Was Angelina Jolie not available?"

He laughed and rubbed my stomach. "She wishes she's more beautiful than you."

I smile up at him and close my eyes.

"I thought you were going to have Thanksgiving with your friends?"

"Liam and Sarah can go and have their own sh*t. I wanted to be here."

Hearing that made me feel so much more secure about us.

"Thank you for coming."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I do. You make everything better just by being here." And I felt that in my very bones.