Will You Love Me?

Chapter 32

Ben took a deep breath before saying, "I'm sorry I left. That was a pathetic, stupid thing to do. I shouldn't have gotten drunk and I should have been here when Nate had his nightmare. I just needed to blow off some steam and I did it the wrong way." 

You looked at him, your arms crossed across your chest, holding up your towel. The look you were giving him was one that said you weren't going to let this go easily. He continued, "And I'm sorry for calling you selfish. I know you are only worried about the kids and I am too. I guess I'm just so used to this now that I don't try and worry about every little thing someone reports. Not that this is a little thing," he added quickly when he saw you were about to argue. "I hate the fact that our daughter is trending everywhere and that her face is on news stands. I'll release a statement today, asking for our family's privacy. Alright?"

You took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay," you told him. He looked curiously at you, waiting for you to say something else, but you never did. "Is that it, then?" He asked. "Just okay? What about telling me I am no longer kicked out of the bedroom?" 

You let out a light laugh, then told him in a serious tone, "Don't push it. You still left me to care for three kids." He sighed, then nodded in agreement. You turned away from him to check the water of the shower and found it still warm. 

Ben hungrily watched as you dropped your towel to the floor, clearly not in any other way than to get in the shower. But in his eyes, he saw it as something completely different. 

Before you could step in the shower, his muscular arm wrapped around you and pulled you back against his chest. "Ben!" You tried to fight him off, but he just turned you around and pushed you back against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. 

"Tell me you don't want this," he purred. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning, but you knew that probably wouldn't work. He was giving you the bedroom look and his voice was three octaves lower, so of course you were going to moan. 

As soon as you did, he let go of your wrists and quickly unbuckled his belt, then pushed his jeans down to his knees. He hauled you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist, then plunged inside you. You muffled your screams against his shoulder, as he pounded you against the bathroom wall. 

The steam from the shower was making everything hotter than it actually was, but Ben didn't let up his thrusts. One arm wrapped around your waist, while the other braced against the wall next to your head. He buried his face in your neck and started panting heavily. 

"God...Ben...yes!" You whimpered. He grunted and drove into you faster. "Ugh, you're so tight," he groaned, "love you this way." He could tell you were close because your legs were tightening around him. He put his lips to your ear and growled, "Come for me, baby." 

He bit down and licked at your ear, as you clenched around him. He muffled his moans in your neck as he came just a few moments later. You both stayed like that for a few minutes; him still buried inside you, you clinging on him for dear life. 

The steam of the shower filled the bathroom so much that you couldn't see much of anything. Without setting you down, Ben walked over to the shower (grunting as he did because he was still filling you up) and turned off the water. He then leaned back against the counter and looked at you. 

"So," he said, still short of breath, "about this whole couch thing..." You put your hand on his lips to shush him. He quieted and waited for you to say something. You gave him a sloppy kiss, before saying, "You have at least one more night out there." 

He threw his head down on your chest and sighed in defeat. 

**

That night, Ben was watching TV on the worst couch in history. It was actually quite comfortable, but his legs were so long that they were dangling over the armrest and his arms were so long that he couldn't curl up comfortable enough to where he wouldn't feel like he was squishing himself. 

Last night was different because he was drunk. He could have fallen asleep on the stairs and it wouldn't have mattered. Actually, he was thinking about the bottle of Jack in the liquor cabinet. It could make this couch more comfortable, but he knew you would kick him out of the room for another week if he got drunk again. 

So that option was a definite no. 

There was the other option though...and that was just getting into bed with you. If you didn't lock the door. Or he could just go into one of the many guest bedrooms, which would be better than this couch, but he wouldn't be able to sleep without you anyways. He would toss and turn in those big beds all night and probably use a pillow, pretending it was you. 

He eventually just gave up and decided to stay where he was. It was just one more night. He could do this. Besides, he's sure there will be plenty more times he'll be in this position, so he might as well get acquainted with this couch from hell now. 

It was almost three in the morning when he finally nodded off while watching some crap TV show, but was jolted awake a few seconds later...by you. He looked at you curiously, then asked, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" 

You simply told him, "I miss you." He smiled and let you take his hand. You helped him get off the couch, then shut off the TV before leading him upstairs. He closed the door when you walked in, then followed you to the bed. You started to go to your side, but he gently stopped you by grabbing your hips. 

"Hey," he whispered. You turned around to see him staring adoringly at you. He cupped your face and gave you a long, gentle kiss. He pulled back only inches from your lips and said, "I love you. I really am sorry about the other night. It won't happen again, okay? Because the next time we have an argument like that, I'm not giving up without a fight. And that's exactly what I did last night...give up." 

You pursed your lips, then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a not-so-gentle kiss. He hummed in approval and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. Without loosing contact with your lips, managed to get the two of you on the bed; him resting his weight on you and kissing you deeply. 

You pulled back from the kiss enough to say, "Let's make that baby." He gave you a scorching smooch, then said, "God, yes." He resumed kissing you, while his hands wandered over your body. He got to your legs, then hooked one over his hip, so he could start grinding against you. 

Doesn't matter what this man does...you can't stay mad at him forever.