by Jamie Knight
“Thanks,” I tell him, smiling. “His name is Maxim.”
“Maxim. A name fit for a warrior.”
His little terrier dog is jumping all around, half barking, half whining, wanting his attention.
“And this is Squeaky,” he says. “He’s not as cute as Maxim but he’s all I’ve got.”
“He sure is adorable,” I say, while Aunt Barbara nods.
Derek takes a ball out of his pocket and throws it, which is the only thing that gets the dog to be quiet. He goes bounding after it and then gets it. It’s a toy that squeaks in his mouth and we can hear him bringing it back.
“He loves that toy so much that I named him after it,” he says. “But anyway. It’s a lovely day. Happy Mother’s Day.”
He sits down on the blanket and Aunt Barbara pours him some iced tea.
“Would you like a sandwich?” she asks. “We already ate but we have extra.”
“Sure,” he says, and after he bites into the turkey and cheese sandwich she hands him, he winks at me and says, “I was starving.”
He’s being rather subtle, since my aunt is here, but somehow I know this means we worked up more than just an appetite last night together.
“Well, glad I could help you out,” I tell him, trying not to blush.
“I know you two probably want some time alone together, so I don’t mind taking Maxim back to the house while you guys go… wherever,” Aunt Barbara says, clearing picking up on our innuendo despite our attempts to hide it. “There’s a Baby Einstein episode he and I have been dying to watch.”
“Thanks!” I tell her. “But there’s no rush yet.”
“There’s certainly not,” Derek says, as Maxim begins to stir. “I want to spend a little time with this guy. And with Aunt Barb!”
I pick up the baby while Derek throws the squeaky ball across the park again, so that his dog takes off after it. Maxim opens a still-sleepy eye at Derek and then immediately smiles.
“He likes me already,” Derek says, with a smug, boastful grin on his face. Then he looks down at Maxim again and coos softly, before he says, “Well, hello there, little guy.”
Aunt Barbara smiles at me as if to let me know she thinks I’ve got a keeper. But I already knew that! I know that the way I met Derek was less than traditional but I’m so happy I did.
Maxim starts cooing back at Derek, who says, “You’re a happy little guy, aren’t you?”
“Just wait until you see him on the swing!” Aunt Barbara says.
“I’d love to!”
Derek stands up, having scarfed down the sandwich, and starts throwing away our trash, in between sending the ball flying to Squeaky a couple times. Then he snaps a leash on him and we head over to the playground area of the park.
“It’s a little tricky, to fit him in here,” I say, starting to raise my arms up, with Maxim still in them.
“Here, let me try,” Derek says.
He takes Maxim out of my arms and lifts him into the swing, buckling him into the safety straps with ease.
“Well, maybe it’s not that hard,” I follow up, feeling silly.
It amazes me to watch such a strong, handsome man with my son. I can tell he sincerely likes being with him and, as I watch him push him gently on the swing while Maxim babbles, sings, coos and smiles happily, I can only hope he sticks around for a very long time.
Chapter 12 - Derek
I know some men put on a show for single moms, acting as if they’re in love with their kid, just to get into her pants. But for me, it isn’t an act. I genuinely enjoy being with little Maxim – he’s so cute and sweet. It doesn’t hurt that I’m falling hard for his mom, though, either.
After a while, Squeaky’s tired out and so is Maxim. Both of them seem ready to fall back to sleep. I guess that’s all that older dogs and little babies ever seem to want to do.
“You ready to head back, little guy?” Jocelyn’s Aunt Barbara asks Maxim. “We can get you a bath at home, and then rock on your favorite rocking chair!”
I’m so glad that Jocelyn has her in her life – she is so helpful.
“Should we go to my place?” I ask Jocelyn.
I still had our half-drunk bottles of wine there.
“Sure,” she says, then tells Aunt Barbara, “there’s some pumped milk on the top shelf of the fridge, if he gets hungry.”
Then she turns to me sheepishly and says, “Sorry. Mom stuff.”
“No problem,” I say, as I get Maxim out of the swing.
As we walk back to the parking lot, I continue to carry him, and he feels warm and snug up against my chest. He soon starts bouncing, looking around as if wanting down – he’s an active little guy – but before long we’re at the car and Barbara’s strapping him into his car seat.
“Goodbye, love!” Jocelyn says to him, giving him a kiss as Aunt Barbara tells us to have fun.
I guess she’s decided it’s okay to come with me now – she knows I’ll return her home safely. I think about making a joke to this effect but I don’t know what exactly she’s told Barbara about how we met or what happened last night, so I keep it myself.
As soon as we’re in my hotel room, though, I can’t keep my hands to myself, that’s for sure. I’m tearing off her sexy little sundress and looking at her large yet perky breasts.
“I already missed these so much,” I tell her. “I never want to let them out of my sight.”
She laughs and I say, “You think I’m kidding.”
If only she knew how much I’m not. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before, and I don’t plan to stop. I pick her up and put her down on my bed.
“How do you want to do it?” she asks me.
“Mmm, I like that,” I tell her. “When you ask me what I want.”
“I know,” she says, blushing a little.
I look at her, and she continues.
“I mean, I figured that at your normal, umm, auctions, there are girls who do all kinds of things…”
“Don’t worry about them,” I quickly tell her. “They don’t matter at all. It’s just you and me here.”
“Yeah, but aren’t there things you’d like to do that are kind of, um, kinky? Like maybe butt stuff?”
I can’t help but laugh at this.
“Yes, of course I’d like to do butt stuff. But not until you’re ready. There’s no need to rush.”
“Yeah, I have to save something for…”
She trails off, as if feeling foolish for starting that sentence.
“Our wedding night?” I ask her, winking.
“Umm, yeah, something like that,” she says, her face bright red.
“Sounds like a deal to me,” I tell her, smiling. “For now, how about you get on your hands and knees on the bed? I want to fuck you doggy style.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, smiling.
And then she offers up her curvy little ass to me so that it’s in full view, and I can also see her shaved pussy, and all I want to do is taste it. So I do, licking gently at first, while she moans softly. Then I suck on her clit while I stick my fingers in my pussy hole, and she starts breathing heavier and faster, her voice getting louder.
“Oh, my God, Derek,” she says, as my mouth ravages her pussy. “That feels so good. I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum in my mouth,” I tell her, ready to slurp up every little bit of her juices. And she does, drenching me with her wetness, while my tongue is lodged deep inside her and the lips of my mouth are sucking on the lips of her pussy.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Mmmm. That feels so good.”
Then it’s time for me to take off my pants and do what my hard cock has been urging me to do ever since I first saw her again at the park. I plunge it inside her, loving the feeling of her pussy walls gripping me, enjoying the feeling of her wet, tight insides.
“Is this what you wanted to let me do?” I ask her, spanking her plump ass and then holding onto her ass cheeks whil
e I thrust in and out of her. “Fuck your pussy whichever way I want to?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans, as I take my finger and stick it into her ass hole just a little.
“And you’re going to let me have this ass hole once we’re married, aren’t you?” I ask her, giving her a little preview of what it will be like, as I rub it gently.
“Yes,” she says. “Mmm. Yes.”
To be honest, I’m giving myself a little preview, because I want her ass so bad, but for now, I’m satisfied with her pussy. I slap her ass again, watching it get red with my hand print as I say, “That’s right. Because you’re a bad little girl.”
She pushes her ass up against me more, causing my cock to slide even further inside her pussy.
“Yes,” she calls out. “I’m your bad little girl. And you’re making me cum.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Cum all over my cock. I’m going to cum into your wet little pussy.”
And sure enough, we cum at the same time, me letting my load out inside her while she writhes against me, cumming on my dick.
I’m not even afraid of getting her pregnant, because I’d love to have a baby with her. I bet Maxim would love having a little brother or sister, too.
“Did you have a good Mother’s Day so far?” I ask her, as she spoons up against me in bed.
“Yes,” she sighs happily.
“Good,” I tell her. “Because we’re going to take a little nap. And when we wake up, I’m going to make you dinner, to end it on an even higher note.”
“Thank you!” she says, beaming at me.
“I’ll send some home for Barb, too,” I tell her. “She’s a cool chick.”
“She sure is,” she says, smiling happily. “I can’t believe how well everything is turning out. Thanks for being so amazing.”
“It’s easy,” I tell her, “because I’m falling in love with you.”
She looks at me, surprised, and I’m feeling a bit surprised myself. I wasn’t expecting to blurt that out, but I couldn’t seem to help it. That about sums up everything I’ve been doing for the past twenty-four hours. But I don’t care, because it just feels right. As long as she says it back, and lets me know I’m not too crazy…
“I’m falling in love with you, too,” she says, before laying her head back down on my chest and drifting off to sleep, as peaceful as a baby, like how Maxim had looked at the park when I’d met him just a couple hours earlier, which now feels like an eternity ago, because so much has been happening so fast… and I’ve loved every single minute of it.
Epilogue
Derek
It’s the day I never thought I’d have – my wedding day.
Before I met Jocelyn, I really never thought I’d get married. But as soon as I laid eyes on her, I just knew everything had changed. And now I couldn’t be any happier if I tried.
I just had to ask her to marry me right away, because I wanted to make sure that she knew there was stability for her and Maxim. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in Pittsburgh but I want to be with her no matter what, and take her and Maxim back and forth to California when I go.
“You sure you’re ready for this, bud?” Brian asks, as he adjusts my boutonniere for me.
He and Tammy flew in from Idaho for the wedding.
“Oh, man, you haven’t been around to see how lovesick he is for her, or you wouldn’t ask that,” my friend Chris says.
He works on the steel company app with me in Pittsburgh. All of our other co-workers and friends that are here – which is everyone except for Karen, who wasn’t invited, of course – laughs and nods their heads.
“Yep, he’s got it bad,” they all affirm.
“Hey, when you know, you just know,” I say.
We get ready to head to the front of the outdoor ceremony area when I see someone storm in, her face looking red and mad.
“Karen!” I say, rushing up to reach her before she can wreck havoc on everyone and everything.
“I knew you guys were up to something,” she says. “You are getting married and you invited everyone but me? You guys always hang out without me, don’t you?”
She stomps her foot, demanding answers, and I just shake my head ruefully.
“Look, Karen, sorry I didn’t invite you but you were really coming onto me strong, and no offense, but, like I said, I needed to put some distance between you and me…”
“Because you had a fiancé,” she says, smirking, with a knowing look on her face. “No wonder you didn’t want to be with me. All you had to do was say so. Or were you hoping for a secret affair?”
She narrows her eyes and lowers her voice, bringing her face closer to mine.
“Because if so, I can make that happen, you know. I don’t mind. I’ll be anything you want.”
“Karen!” I tell her, exasperated beyond belief. “That’s not what I was hoping for. In fact, I was hoping to avoid this type of badgering, which is why, unfortunately, I couldn’t invite you, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”
“Badgering you?” she asks, immediately starting to fake-cry, for dramatic effect. “Is that what you think of me?”
“Everything okay here?” Brian asks, approaching us.
He’s a big, strong guy with a menacing presence. One would think that Karen would be afraid of him but instead her eyebrows perked up in interest.
“And who are you?” she says. “Everything is fine here, except that Derek and I were just breaking up. I’m a free woman now, if you’re interested.”
“I’m taken,” Brian immediately say. “No thanks. But if you’ll be on your way, we’d appreciate it. The ceremony is about to start and it’s for invited guests only.”
“So, I’m just excluded from everything, aren’t I?” Karen says.
I can barely resist rolling my eyes, but Brian handles the situation well, saying, “Ma’am, do we need to call the police?”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” she says. “I’ll see myself out.”
Pouting one more time for good measure, she turns around to leave. And I’m finally free to go wait for my bride under the alter, which is the only place I want to be.
Jocelyn
I’m a bit nervous as I’m getting ready, but I’m also excited. Today is definitely the happiest day of my life.
“You look beautiful,” Aunt Barbara says, as she kisses me on the cheek. “I don’t blame Derek for jumping the gun and marrying you. I’m glad you’ll be living together now, but don’t go too far away, because I’ll really miss you, and Maxim.”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I won’t. We might fly back and forth to and from San Fran, but I’ll always live here at least part time, because the bakery has really taken off.”
Thanks to the injection of capital from the auction money, and Derek’s further investments, I think, but I don’t say it out loud, because she only knows about – or assumes, at least – the latter, while still never knowing about the former. I think that’ll go down as Derek’s and my little secret.
“Good. I’ll always babysit whenever you need me to, of course,” she says. “And now, I’m going to go usher Uncle Bob to his seat, but I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks, Auntie,” I tell her, with a smile.
Uncle Bob and I have made up, to some extent. Paying him back certainly helped things. But I’ve been trying to understand that he has been hurt in the past, too, and everyone is just trying to get by. At least he didn’t completely abandon me, like my parents did.
I tell myself not to think about them today. Maxim is sleeping in the little wagon that Tammy is going to pull down the aisle behind her. He’s my priority now, and I’m glad I defied my parents by having him, no matter the cost.
Speaking of Tammy, she comes up and gives me a hug.
“You really do look amazing,” she says. “Derek is going to feel like the luckiest man alive.”
“Well, I have you to thank for the fa
ct that I met him,” I tell her, smiling.
“And I have a secret for you,” she says. “I thought I’d finally tell you, in person.”
“What?” I ask, with a small gasp.
“That’s exactly how I met Brian. At an auction. He bought me.”
“No way!” I exclaim.
“Yep, we have more in common than loving to bake.”
We both crack up.
“Obviously I don’t tell a lot of people that, and you never have to tell other people unless you want to, as well, of course,” Tammy says. “But love comes out of these auctions, not just sex. I guess that’s why they call the club in California ‘Love in San Francisco.’”
“Well, however it happened, I’m glad it did,” I tell her.
And soon, Aunt Barbara is back, to escort me down the aisle behind Tammy and Maxim, and it’s time to marry the love of my life.
When he sees me, the biggest smile comes over his face. Maxim has woken up due to all the excitement, and the plan was for Tammy to pick him up if this were to happen, but instead, Derek leans down and gets him out of the wagon.
Everyone in the audience says, “awww” at once.
And that’s how we exchange our vows – Derek promising to love me, and Maxim, forever, and me promising the same to him. I have no doubt it will be the easiest thing to do, because he makes it easy.
* * *
Later, after a fun reception and after Aunt Barbara takes Maxim home with her, Derek and I go to his hotel room – which is now our hotel room – and he wastes no time taking my dress and his tux off.
“Well, my wife, I think there’s a certain something you promised I could do on our wedding night,” he tells me.
“That’s right,” I say. “There sure was.”
He bends me over the bed and rubs lube all over my ass hole and his big, hard cock.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.
He puts the head of his cock up against my ass hole and begins to rub my clit. I relax, feeling amazing, and saying, “Go ahead, hubby.”
