by ChaShiree M.
“Send the information to my phone now.” I hang up and call Phil.
“Phil he found her. Call Mike. Tell him to fuel the jet. We are leaving the airstrip in less than 30 heading to Italy.”
“Any word on the other two?”
“As far as I know, no. Something you want to tell me partner?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. Go get your girl. If she knows where to find Corral I want to know immediately. No bullshit Carlos.”
“Corral huh. I got you.”
I grab my go bag I use for business and I am out the door in less than five. The 20 minute drive to the airstrip seems like a lifetime. When I finally make it to the jet, they are ready to taxi.
Ten fucking hours in the sky, twiddling my thumbs, knee jumping, pacing the floor of the jet. Ten hours not knowing what I am going to find when I see her. Of course I want her to be her happy bubbly self, laughing and glowing. But I also want her to be as miserable as I have been.
A 20 minute car ride later through the most beautiful valley of green fields and hills and vineyards, and I can’t wait to fuck her amongst them. As soon as I get my hands on her.
11
Maven
I am so sick of crying. It is all I have been doing since my dad shuffled me out of the house, spouting a bunch of stuff about me being a child and not knowing what I want and ruining my future and blah blah. He put me on a plane with a suitcase, my passport and the name of a car service that was going to meet on the other side of the ocean in 11 hours. The whole time I begged and pleaded with him. Told him I would stay away from Carlos until I turned 18. Hell I even promised to not marry him until I turned 21. Nothing worked. He was so angry. I had never seen him so mad. He wouldn’t even look at me and I think that hurt worse than anything. My sisters and I have always been daddy's little girls. But we each also have our own relationship with him. Having him not able to simply reply back he loved me when I was boarding the plane almost broke me.
I say almost because being so far away from Carlos actually has. When I got off the plane and was driven to my destination, I was surprised to find a woman who looks so much like my dad. She doesn’t speak to me much. She put me in her cottage that is located on her property, but about 20 minutes from her main house. Apparently she is my father's sister. Talk about shock. He never mentioned his family. My sisters and I always assumed they were dead. She spoke to me enough to tell me that and that my father was no longer welcome here. When I asked why all she would say is, he dirtied himself with someone not of his culture turning his back on his family in the process.
The look of disgust on her face left nothing to be misinterpreted. I know she is talking about my mother. But then I got to wondering why he would send me to someone who wouldn’t welcome me and then it hit me. She wouldn’t want to be around me therefore, wouldn't help me try to get in touch with Carlos. It was a like a kick in the heart. He really did think all of this through.
Being so alone out here all I do is sleep and cry. Cry and sleep. I barely eat. I wouldn’t eat anything if it wasn't for…well, for the baby. Yes. I am pregnant. I found out the week I got here. I was due to get my period and as a regular, when it didn’t come, I freaked. I ran up to the main house and begged her to help me. She went to the store, got the Italian equivalent of a pregnancy test and voila. Positive.
Since then, she has been a bit more amenable. She makes sure to send me food every so many days. The food that she sends lasts the length of time until I get the next batch. She has a doctor come to the cottage and check me out. She even comes and translates for me.
She promised she wouldn’t tell my dad. I can’t have him find out before Carlos does. But she won’t help me contact him.
I miss him so much. I get it. At 17 I haven’t lived...well at all and to some that means I cannot possibly feel or think or have a heart or know what calls to me. And to them I say screw you. I am still a person. A person who found love. Lasting love. True love. And I had to leave him and it hurts. It fucking hurts so bad that if it wasn’t for the life we created together inside me, I would starve myself to death. But Carlos would want me to be strong for our baby.
I love standing out here when the sun is setting over the valley of her land. The back door has the most beautiful view. I am rubbing my little bump. It's not big by any means. But as someone who has always been in a size six at the waist, this little pouch I have right now, is more than noticeable. I rub it often throughout the day, picturing what Carlos would be doing right now looking at it.
He made it no secret he wanted to put this baby inside me over and over again. I never thought I wanted anything other than college until the moment I met him. Then I wanted everything other than college.
“Don’t worry little baby. We are going to get to your dad soon. I promise.” Just have to figure out how.
Knock knock
I drag myself away from the backdoor to go open the front one. It is about the time for my aunt to drop off more food. It’s weird though she never knocks.
“Auntie Carina I don't know why you……..Carlos…...how did you….” I don’t get to finish the sentence. He slams the door and smashes his mouth onto mine. Our tongues mate with one another. Dancing as they send the message our bodies can’t wait to translate. His hands are everywhere, all over me and mine the same. I want to embed him inside me, so I can never lose him again. My pussy is crying, weeping her sweet, cream all over my panties, thanking the magical fairy who brought him back to us. She knows he is going to make us remember.
“Ah god baby. I missed you so fucking much Maven. I love you so much. Tell me you missed me. I need to hear you say it.” He is ripping the sundress from my body as he talks and I am so needy for him to fill me, that I forget about the very huge tiny little secret I am carrying. I don’t care. I am undressing him just as frantically. We can talk later. I need him. I need to feel he is really here.
“Carlos please. Right now. I need you so much.”
“Wrap your legs around me baby. This is going to be quick. I have been waiting too long.”
“I know. it's ok. I need it fast too. Please… Ahhhhhhhhh!” My plea is barely out before he slams inside of me, knocking the air from my lungs. My back hits the wall and before I catch my breath he is rutting inside me over and over like a savage away from his home too long.
“Fuck baby. Did your pussy get hotter since you've been gone?” It couldn’t be because of the….I mean that doesn’t change does it?
“Ah shit, Maven. Oh fuck. So good. That leaky cunt is dripping all over my balls. Such a greedy girl.” His mouth leans down and latches on my nipple and without warning or any touch on my clit at all. My pussy contracts and I feel the gush come rushing out. What the hell?
“What the fuck? Did you just…..fuck fuck fuck.” He shakes as he emptied himself inside of me. I can tell it takes him by surprise. My poor body hasn’t stopped shivering and bucking, as I try to drain him of everything he has. We kiss and bite and suck every piece of skin we can find. Branding each other, for everyone to see. When we have both finally caught our breath, he bridal lifts me and carries me into the room. There, nothing between us but sweat, cum and skin, we lie beside each other staring as we memorize this moment. The moment when we got it all back after losing it.
“I missed you so much Maven. I’m so sorry I wasn't there to stop your dad. I chose work over getting to you that day and we paid for it. I will never forgive myself.”
“Shhhhh. Stop. You did nothing wrong. Let’s not go back there in the past. We are here now. I missed you too Carlos. So much.” His hands haven’t stopped roaming. My face, lips, neck, shoulders, arms, hips, stomach…..stomach. I know the moment he sort of figures it out. His eyes come up to me, filled with question and wonder.
“Maven? Is this...are you???” The emotion clogging my throat only allows me to nod.
“A baby? We’re having a baby?”
“Yes. I’m pregnant. According to the doctor my aunt has
come here once a week, I am nine weeks.” Apparently it happened the first time.
“Are you happy about this? I know I have been a selfish asshole. I just wanted you connected to me so much and in every way, I didn’t take into account what you want. What you really want.” I love this man.
“I love you Carlos. I always thought I would go to college, but never once did I ever think about what I wanted to do or be. Being here, I finally realized, it was what my parents had wanted for us. I am not sure about my sisters. I think college really is their dream.” I put both his hands on my stomach. I want him to know I am telling him the truth. “This right here. Us, our baby. Our Life. That is my dream.” This manly man, drops one single tear before leaning down and kissing my stomach. He then starts talking to my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair, lying back, finally after six weeks, relaxing. I must doze off at some point because when I awake, he is in a shirt and his boxers, setting up the kitchen table with food definitely not from my auntie.
“Mmmmm...what smells so good?”
“Your pussy.” He says with a mischievous glint in his eye. I hit his arm, my cheeks heating up. “Come baby. Let's eat and feed our baby and talk.”
Set before me is a spread of epic proportions. Olive Garden who? We eat in silence for a bit before he speaks.
“While you were sleeping, I was thinking. Your birthday is in a week. I think we should stay here until you turn 18 and then head home.”
“OK. Then what?” I mean it makes sense. Once I turn 18 my father no longer has control. But then what happens?
“This.” I hear him say before I turn to look over and see him on his knees. My hands fly to my mouth as I fight back the hysterical sobbing. Damn hormones.
“Maven. My love. My light. My life. I have wanted you from the moment I saw you and loved you from the moment we spoke. You changed the entire trajectory of where I thought my life was going. You have given me things I didn’t know I wanted and made me crave them. I was lost without you baby. Help me make sure no one can ever separate us again. Maven. Will you marry me?” Am I supposed to be able to answer that with words? Instead I fall to my knees with him, crying and nodding like a lunatic.
When I finally look down, I am stunned. The ring is simply breathtaking. It’s a princess cut diamond, set in a vintage design surrounded by more diamonds. He lifts me up and holds me.
“I was thinking, that on our way home, we stop in Vegas and make this legal. We can have something for when we get back. As big a wedding as you want. I just want us to go back as husband and wife so no one can take you from me ever again. What do you say?”
“I say…..are you feeling lucky…..babe?” I blush a bit, sort of embarrassed.
“Not only feeling lucky. About to get lucky too. Get your sexy ass over here so I can eat my pussy before I fuck you into the floor.”
And he did both those things. All night long.
Epilogue
Carlos
Six and a half months later
“Come here little man.” I lift my son, Carlos jr, in my arms as I finish changing his diaper. Walking with him over to the window, I can't help but stare at him in disbelief. This little bitty person, was created by me and Maven. He is beautiful. He looks every bit his mama’s baby. With my dark hair. I lean down and sniff his head before I kiss it. I love the baby smell. To think, he gave us such a scare. He was born 4 weeks early and spent the first two weeks of his life in the NICU. I worked really hard at being strong for Maven. She was a basket case. Blaming herself for not carrying him to term. She cried every night to hold him in her arms. Normally, they let you Kangaroo a NICU baby that weighs at least three lbs. He was five. But he had jaundice so we couldn’t touch him.
The day we brought him home, our family felt complete. I took 24 weeks paternity leave to stay home and help her. Which is what I am doing now. He was squawking through the monitor. I want Maven to sleep as much as I can. If this little guy doesn’t want to eat, he should be able to go back to sleep.
Laying him on my bare chest, rocking him back and forth, I know nothing will ever be this good. Well, outside of this family that was given to me.
“Is he hungry?” I turn at the sound of her sleep-filled voice. Damn. She just had a baby and hasn’t slept longer than 4 hours at a time in weeks and she still looks like a sexy angel.
“Naw. His diaper was just wet baby. Go back to sleep.”
“And miss a chance to hang with my two favorite men. Not a chance.”
She snuggles up to my side and wraps her arms around me. I exhale.
It's always like this. The minute any part of her touches me, I feel a calm wash over me.
“Thank you Maven. I know I keep saying this. But I need to know you never doubt how much I love you and how much you and our son mean to me.”
“I know Carlos. So does this beautiful baby boy we made. Don’t worry. We’ll keep you on your toes.”
I have no doubt. I look forward to walking this life with her and the ones we create. Forever.
Acknowledgments
Always first is my bio family. You guys support all the insanity and I could never thank you!!!! Muah!!!
To my non bio family. I will always thank you ladies because there is not a moment of any day, that you are not anything short of amazing, supportive and the best fucking friends ever. Thank you for being my sisters. Diana, Amy, Mercedes and Vanessa, I wuv you ladies.
ARCangels. New and original. Thank you for your words of encouragement and for all of your support. If you promise to stick around, I promise to keep writing. Love all of you!!!!!
Last but not least, LIFERS!!!!! Your continued participation, support and fun, is the light for my sometimes dark soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
About the Author
ChaShiree M. lives in Chicago Il. With her family.
She is having the time of her life writing and can’t wait to grow even more.
She loves to read in her spare time and when she isn’t doing either of those, she is traveling to different book events with her friends.
She is caring, loyal and sarcastic as hell.
And she loves to meet new people.
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Other Books by ChaShiree M.
Birds of Paradise Series
The Life She Left Behind: My Book
The Life She Wished For #2: My Book
Part of the ScentSations Empire Series
Cinnamon: My Book
Part of Cupid’s Aim Series
Love’s Lost Embrace: US: My Book
UK: My Book
AU: My Book
CA: My Book
IN: My Book
The Gentlemen Series
Her Accidental Daddy
Works written with MK Moore
Moosehead Minnesota Series
Marry Grinchmas: My Book
Sterling and Kennedy: My Book
A Rose for Max: My Book
The Time Between Us: My Book
Queen of Hearts Ink Series
Inked Heart: My Book
Inked by Him: My Book
Inked By Her: My Book
Ink My Soul: My Book
The Jorgensen’s
LOKI:
BILL (written by MK Moore)
HAILEY
TORRAN
ERIKA
HANK
ERIK & LANIE
SVEN
The Jorgensen Legacy
OM
BRAND
HAGEN & MISSY
The Mercenaries
Rescuing His Virgin
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bsp; Other Works by ChaShiree M.
Charity Anthology (Suicide Prevention)
Letting Hope Enter: My Book
Coming Soon
The Gentlemen Series
His Reluctant Girl- TBA
It’s Time Series
Carlos and Maven-
Gray and Sky-Fall 2019
Phil and Corral-Winter2019/2020
Birds of Paradise
The Life She Couldn’t See #3- Summer 2019
Searching for His Life- Ren’s Story 1.5-TBA
Taking Back His Life-Mikhail and Phoenix 2.5-TBA
Dirty Series
Dirty Little Brat- Summer 2019
Dirty Little Princess-TBA
Dirty Master-TBA
Standalones
6- Taboo love story with a twist
Another Man’s Treasure
