A Rose for Max (Moosehead Minnesota Book 3)

by ChaShiree M

  Looking at the clock I see I have about three hours before my date, which is perfect. It means I can take an hour and a half nap, and still have an hour and half to get dressed. I definitely need the nap. With everything that happened today, I am getting a headache and I wanna be in tip top shape for this date. Not only because I haven’t been on a date in years, but because I am no longer goanna fight what is between me and Max. I am going to let it happen and see what becomes of it. Who knows, he might be the one to give me my babies and my happily-ever-after.

  Shit. I am running majorly behind. I have 20 minutes to get ready, finish my hair, do my makeup, and put on my clothes. So much for the best laid plans. I blame the dream. I was having a vividly wonderful dream, where I was married to Max and we had four kids. Two boys and Two girls in a beautiful house where I could feel the happiness. I know it was a dream, but the feeling of contentment, peace, and rightness, seeped through my dream into my actual heart making me feel warm, loved and safe. That is a feeling I didn’t want to let go of, causing me not to wake over 30 minutes past the time I intended, and now I’m running around like a chicken whose head got cut off.

  After doing my makeup with my hair pinned up, I stand in my closet realizing that I have no idea where we are going. Damn. I hate not being prepared. After spending more time than I had, rifling through my closet, I settle on something that could be both casual and dressy.

  Pulling out my black silk harem pants, which reach mid-calf because it is not too warm on the summer night here in Minnesota. I paired the pant with a cotton candy pink tank top and a white sheer bolero. It is finished with the only thing I have from my mom, which is a pearl teardrop necklace she had. I am not sure whether it was real or not, but it belonged to my mom and I don’t care. I put in some white earrings, my white espadrilles, and I was ready to go.

  Buzz.

  Buzz.

  Apparently just in time. Ok. Here goes nothing. I open the door and all the air leaves my lungs. Aye dios mio! If I thought he is sex on a stick before, seeing him in a pair of khakis, Doc Martens, and a polo shirt, is essentially like seeing him in the nude. I mean is there nothing this man can fail at. My ovaries have literally left my body and laid themselves at his feet, begging him to impregnate them. This is going to be a long and torturous night. That is if I can get through it, without making a complete ninny of myself.

  “Mmm hmm. Eyes up here, beautiful. Are you done undressing me with your eyes?”

  I lower my eyes to hide the pink tinge in my cheeks and start fidgeting with my pants. I cannot believe he caught me mentally picturing his man parts. I wish the ground would swallow me right now and make me disappear. Before I can say anything stupid in my own defense, he lifts my chin with his fingers and kisses me in one of the most mouth-watering, sweet kisses we have ever shared.

  “It’s ok beautiful. I undress you every time I see you. You ready to go?”

  “Yeah. Let me grab my purse and keys.”

  As I am walking away, he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. I look up to him; curious as to what he wants when he simply hugs me. Who knew a simple hug could mean more than anything else we have shared so far? With my arms wrapped around him, I simply exist in this space and time with him. I inhale his scent, which is a mistake because it goes straight to my core. There is something manly about his spicy, woodsy scent. I want the smell surrounding me every minute of every day. At this point I know Max has the ability to hurt me, because he is working his way under my skin in the most elemental way and it scares me as much as it excites me.

  “I wanted to hug you darling, and tell you how fucking gorgeous you look tonight. Your ass in those pants is going to get me into a brawl, baby. I don’t want men looking at my woman’s ass, but I guess it’s just something I will have to deal with, huh babe?”

  “I guess so handsome. Now feed me mister. I’m starving.” I purposely don’t mention I am starving for more than food as I swish my ass in front of his face. I just say a silent prayer in my heart that he doesn’t break me.

  I really will kill someone tonight. Her ass should be a fucking sin. Those silky pants are over the top sexy.

  “Where are we going?” She asks as she laches the buckle in my truck. Climbing inside it takes a second to gather myself, because the way I feel right now, I will take her in this fucking truck. Instead, I take a deep breath, quietly tell my cock to calm the fuck down, start the truck, and pull out of the space and onto the road.

  “My place, I have lasagna baking.”

  “You made lasagna?” She seems pleasantly surprised.

  “Can I be honest here?” I ask.

  “I’d prefer it, actually.” She says with a smile.

  “I can’t cook. At all. My mom heard I was taking you out tonight. Instead, she came to my rescue and cooked for me. I figure we could watch a movie and then I will take you home.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” Her response almost makes me wreck the truck. I quickly and safely pull over to the shoulder.

  I panic on the inside. “Did you change your mind about dinner?”

  “No. Of course not. I mean you don’t have to take me home.”

  I didn’t realize I inhaled quite so loud, until she responds. “I’m sorry; it was too forward wasn’t it?”

  Holy shit!!! She wants to stay with me tonight? My dick twitches in my pants. He is trying to leap his way into her panties. My cock is hard as steel and I am having difficulty speaking. “Jesus, Rosy. You cannot say shit like to me right now.”

  “Why?” She asks, as she runs her hand over my thigh. At mid-thigh she stops and jerks her hand back to her lap, as her eyes dart to mine when I look over at her. “Puta madre. de qué tamaño es su pene? Que nunca encajaría dentro de mí? me va a partir en dos” She is mumbling to herself by this point and this is all I heard, before I reach over and grab her hand. She is concerned about the size of my cock and I can’t help but smile.

  “Rosy, I will take care of you. When we are ready, I will show you how a man pleases his woman.”

  “I am ready, but you won’t fit. I just know it.” I lean over the console, wrap my hands around her neck, and smash my mouth onto hers. Grabbing her hair, I angle her head for better leverage and take advantage of the gasp as it leaves her mouth. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I begin to make love to it as I want to do to her caramel complected body. I play tag with her tongue for a few seconds before I suck it into my mouth and claim her. The moan that comes from her, goes straight to my cock and I have to pull away before I say fuck it and rip her damn panties off her pussy and bury my face between her legs. I take a second to adjust myself before looking at my fiery Angel. God, she looks beautiful with her lips swollen and her face aglow with desire.

  “Baby, don’t worry. I will make sure you are ready to take me.” I tell her with confidence and pull back out onto the road. When we get to my house, I hop out and rush around the front of the truck to the passenger side.

  “You have a lovely home.” She says as she walks inside and spins around. While she does this, I step into the kitchen area and turn the oven off.

  “It lacks something, I think. A woman’s touch wouldn’t you say?” I ask her.

  “Maybe. As long as it’s my touch.” She says coming towards me. Her hand trails down my chest to my abs. In another shocking facet she says, “I am not very hungry. Are you?”

  “Not for food.” I say as I slam my lips down on hers. She moans and I lift her up into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist and I grip her perfect ass. Carrying her into the bedroom, I drop her on the bed so she bounces. She lets out a squeak, but then giggles. I start at her feet.

  Kissing and worshipping her cute little pink polished toes, as I move onto the soles of her feet and lick those too. There is not a place on her body I won’t touch, lick, suck, and try to consume. I work my way up her leg to undo her pants. Kissing her through her pants, though she is still fully covered, I feel the heat coming from her pussy. Put
ting my nose in the junction of her pants, I inhale the scent that is all her, and I know I won’t last long once i get inside of her. I pull her pants down her hips and am surprised to find that she isn’t wearing any panties.

  Growling in both arousal and jealousy because someone else could have smelled her besides me, and that won’t fucking do. Everything about her, including the very essence of her, belongs to me. I should spank her ass for going out like this. Once her pants are off and I am gripping her thighs, I pull her pussy flush with my face. When she squeals and tries to get away from me, I grip her tighter knowing I will leave bruises, but I don’t care.

  “Don’t hide from Rosy. There isn’t an inch of you I won’t know or taste.” Although I want to stick my tongue in her pussy and lick her like my favorite lollipop, I decide to take my time and undress her fully so we can be skin to skin. I nibble on her knees and bite the inside of her thighs, choosing to mark her first. This will sate my ire about her panty less state somewhat, but not by much.

  Kissing my way up her body I let my hands creep as I climb up her body. I take her little jacket thing off and pull her tank top over her head. Her perfect caramel colored tits pop out and I immediately have one in my mouth. Her skin tastes like vanilla and raspberries and I cannot get enough of it. As I suck and nibble on her beautiful nipples, stopping to blow on each and watching as they get harder and harder, I continue to suck while allowing my hands to explore her hot, wet pussy.

  I run my forefinger up her slit and hiss when I feel how wet she is. I knew she would be wet, but fuck; I didn’t know she would be fucking soaked. If I wasn’t so busy worshipping her tits, I would look down to see how much of a puddle her greedy little cunt is making on the bed. Deciding to enjoy little tapas with my dessert, I take my finger out of her sloshing pussy and rub her cream all over her nipples. Now I can get two for the price of one.

  “Oh God Max. I don’t know if I can continue to do this. I ache Max. I am literally throbbing for you, Papi. Please make it go away.” Shit. My girl is dirty and I love it. I know unequivocally in this moment that she was made for me. I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to. I did myself in by putting her pussy cream on her tits. My dick is literally jumping the side of the bed now trying to find a way into her. The problem is though, I haven’t done enough to prepare her for my entry.

  She moans and cries out. “Max, please. Take me.”

  I kiss her swollen lips. “I have to get you ready for me.” I say as I reach a finger down through her folds again. She is still very wet as I slide my finger inside her and stretch her little pussy. I crawl back down on the bed, and stare at her pretty shaved kitty. The dew is dripping off the lips and I can see the cream building at the bottom. Taking her legs in my hands and lifting them up and out I begin to descend on her center.

  “Max!! What are you doing!!! Shit… Max….oh shit that feels so good.” I lick her from opening to her clit, slurping all the honey along the way. On the first lick my eyes roll to the back of my head. She is like every Baskin Robbins flavor rolled into one. I lick, suck, nibble, and bite her over and over. Can’t stop myself. I am addicted to her taste and everything about her. It is not until I feel her legs begin to shake, that I stick my two fingers into her and bite down on her clit sending her over the edge. As all of her honey starts to gush and pour out, I drink it all up. I want every single ounce of her in me, bending me, and seeping itself into my pores.

  When she finally starts to come down a bit, I kiss my way back up her body and pull her mouth into a feral desperate mating dance. I want her to taste herself, so she knows how crazy she makes me. “You taste yourself, baby. Do you see what I have been smelling this whole time, driving me crazy, and making me want you? You taste all that sugar that smells like a fucking candy store. Fuck… I don’t know how I resisted this fucking long.”

  I have officially lost control and the only way to find my way back to sanity is to finally claim her the way a real man would. I pull her legs up, around my hips, and slide into her. Stopping myself at the first initial breach to make sure she is with me. Mother fucker, it feels like fucking Heaven being inside of her. “You still with me baby?” I ask her as I move some hair out of her face.

  She is looking at me with adoration and trust, making my heart beat fast with the knowledge I am holding my whole future in my hands. The little feisty woman, is everything and she is MINE. I don’t have to share her with anyone… ever. I didn’t plan this, in fact I was going to wait, but I find myself telling her…

  “I love you, Rosy.” I kiss her as gently as I can, so that she feels all the love I have for her in my heart. I want her to know that this is more than sex and lust for me. For me, she is it.

  She sheds a lone tear and when it falls, I start to panic and as I move to get up, she locks me in with her legs. “Don’t move. No muevas papi. I like you inside of me.”

  “Then why are crying baby? Did I hurt you? What’s wrong? Tell me.” I pleadingly say.

  “Nothing’s wrong Max. These are happy tears. I have never felt so close to anyone or felt so full, like I can feel you everywhere. Then you go and tell me you love me, overwhelmed and filling me with love for you, and that this is why it is coming out. In tears.”

  She is ripping my heart out, although she said they are happy tears. With me, any crying coming from her is a no and there is not a fucking thing I can do about it.

  Noticing my clenching teeth, she pulls my head down to hers, looks me in the eye, and says, “I love you too Max. I know it’s crazy and we have been doing this dance for such a short time, but I feel like I have known you my whole life and I want everything with you. Te Amo, Mi Amor.”

  With those last words, I tear through her virginity, pausing in shock. How can someone as beautiful and perfect, be untouched? Be all mine? I don’t know what I did to deserve this, especially since I am the worst kind of asshole. I must have been forgiven, to be able to claim her for my own.

  When she starts moving her hips at me, I snap out of my reverie and move within in her, relishing the moment and the feeling. Something in me snaps and I begin to pound into her, until she is screaming my name at the top of her lungs. She chants te amo over and over. My heart clenches and then suddenly and finally I cum inside of her, with her tight pussy milking me, I finally feel like I am at home.

  Kissing her all over her face as I tell her how perfect she is and how much I love her, I start extracting myself from her still tight pussy and the vice grip it has on me, I groan when I slide out of her.

  “When can we do that again?” She says as her stomach growls. I laugh.

  “Let’s get some food in you first. We have all night.” I say kissing her. She gets out bed and goes into the bathroom, while I slide some basketball shorts on and a t-shirt.

  “I’ll be in the kitchen. Come out when you are ready.”

  Her muffled response of “ok” sends me on my way. I heat the lasagna up, pull the salad out, and I pull a bottle of red wine out of the fridge to open and pour it into two glasses. When she steps out of the bedroom, wearing my dress shirt from earlier, I almost drop the bottle of wine.

  “Aye dios mio.” I say under my breath. Her hair is messy and she is practically glowing.

  We barely make it through dinner before I am inside her again. I couldn’t even wait to get her back to bed, instead turning her to face the wall in the hallway and enter her bare pussy.

  I haven’t even once thought about protection. The only thought I have is fucking my kid into her. “You want my baby, don’t you sweetness? You want to be all round and swollen with my seed. Tell me.” I don’t know what came over me, but if she doesn’t tell me soon I am going to lose it.

  “Yes. Sí, quiero tus bebés. Papi. Put your baby in me, Max.” Fuck. She really was made for me. Ahhhhhhhhhhh… I grunt loudly, as I finally release all that I had been holding back. After catching our breath I finally drag her back to bed, where we manage to get a little sleep. Around two am my cell phone rin
gs. I ignore it at the time, but it rings again immediately and I groan and grab for it. I answer when I see it is Ham.

  “Ham. What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling a little panicky. For him to be calling me this early, something has to be wrong with Ava or our parents.

  “Maxy? ¿Que pasó? ” Rosy asks in the sexiest half sleep voice I have ever heard.

  “I am not sure yet, baby.” I say. “Ham. What’s going on?” I listen to him as I get out of bed and start putting my pants on. “We’ll be right there.”

  “What’s happening?” She says as she puts her clothes on without even giving it a second thought. Her devotion to me is untouchable and I fucking love it.

  “Ava is in labor.” I say.

  “It’s so early. Months, too early.” She says scrambling to put her heels back on.

  “I know baby, that’s the problem.” I say worriedly.

  “Are you taking me home?” She asks.

  “No!” I say with a bit too much fervor. “I need you. Is that ok?”

  “Of course it’s ok. I want to be here for you no matter what. Do you want me to drive?”

  “Please. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

  She takes my keys and kisses me. I follow her out to my truck and get in the passenger side. She starts it up and drives towards town. If anything happens to Ava, Ham will never be the same. I just got my brother back and I cannot lose him or Ava. She is the first person to be civil to me, since the Elizabeth thing.

  “It goanna be ok, Max. I read somewhere that twins come early and I am sure that it is perfectly normal.”

  “You are right.” I say grabbing her hand and pulling it to my lips. “You are so perfect.”

  “No. I am not, but I like hearing you say that.”

  When we get to hospital, I see my family sitting in the waiting room. Sterling and Kennedy are sitting together. Jace and Penny are arguing quietly in the corner. I know that when they finally happen, it will be scary crazy. Greta is pacing and wringing her hands. And my mom and dad are keeping vigil in the corner.