My eyes go wide.
Mouth too.
I run forward and find him scrambling up, brushing himself off. “I’m okay!” And he starts dancing again in little circles with his arms like chicken wings and his chin bouncing. It’s amazing and wrong and oh-so-right.
I rush down the stairs and he reaches for me. We try and fail to do the Dirty Dancing leap.
It goes from leap…
to heap.
But in two seconds we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, gasping as we reach for kisses, pulling a shirt off here, jeans there, our damn socks after we finally untie these stupid laces. We’re cracking up in between moaning with arousal and sheer relief that we get a moment to ourselves to fuck our brains out.
I’m so horny for my husband it doesn’t even occur to me that we are on a hard floor. We could be on a beach in the Bahamas and it wouldn’t feel any better than this.
As his hands grip my naked ass in our new home’s foyer I arch into him and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
“Here,” Max breathes, jumping up and grabbing a couple coats from the antique hooks. He spreads them out and I scoot onto them.
His eyes slide down my body and land on my newly waxed pussy. They widen and flick up to mine. “When did you do this?”
“Remember when I said I was meeting Emma, Charlie and Hannah for lunch?”
“Uh huh.”
“Let’s just say we had a girl’s day.”
Max pounces on me, spreading my legs and going to town. His reactions are as much of a turn-on as his skills. He’s so hungry, and I am, too, that my body quickly ignites. His tongue presses into my hole as his fingers dance around my clit. “You can make noises, baby,” he moans.
“I forgot!” A laugh escapes, then becomes a higher-pitched panting, taking the Lord’s name in vain over and over.
Max shoots a look upstairs as he kneels, fingers still playing with me. He dives for a kiss, my taste on his tongue as we lick each other. “I think Logan’s still out cold.”
We start moaning again as he begins to slide into me, his thick girth stretching me.
“I love this so much,” I breathe, adding a few pumps later, “I miss you.”
“We’ve had sex,” he frowns.
“Not lying down.”
A grin flashes before he crashes our starving mouths together for some of the best kisses I’ll ever remember. His cock, so thick, so hard for me, pulses us to another place.
We kiss like it might never happen again, lashing tongues, grunting, moaning, growling. This man is mine. This house is mine. That child who has proved to be just as stubborn and jealous as his father, is mine.
How did I get to be so lucky?
Oh yeah.
I took a chance.
Walked into a room I wasn’t invited in.
And made myself irreplaceable.
CHAPTER 45
BONUS SCENE 4
M AX
Hanging a candy cane on the Christmas tree at our parents’ house, Sam glances over her shoulder to say, “I can’t wait to meet the girl Caden’s bringing home!”
“You’ll like her,” I mutter as I wrestle old tinsel into submission. “Mom, just throw this away next time and buy new stuff. Why do you always keep these?!”
With Logan happily bouncing on her hip, Mom smirks, “And miss out on the fun of watching you become so frustrated? And then you figure it out. It’s a tradition. Natalie, how’s the hot chocolate?”
Pointing to her four month’s pregnant belly, my wife smiles, “This one loves it. I don’t think chocolate has ever tasted so good!”
“Might be a girl then. I was the same way with Samantha.” As he walks into the living room with more firewood, Mom says, “Right, Jason?”
“Right what?”
“Remember my chocolate cravings with Samantha?”
Recognition lights him up. “Oh yeah, almost forgot about that! You moaned every time you ate it.”
Sam laughs, “Really? I do that! You did that, Mom?”
Dad answers for her, “Yes, she did!”
“That’s so funny, because I still love chocolate more than anything in the world.”
“Even more than you love Steven?” Lexi teases as she walks in with several bowls of chips and dips. “Oh Steven, you’re so funny. And so smart. And wonderful!”
Samantha’s face falls. “I do not sound like that.”
“Do so.”
“I give up!” Abandoning the tinsel I head for my coat. “I’m making a run to the store.”
“Max!” Mom laughs. “Forget about it!”
“No, we’ve always had tinsel and I want there to be tinsel, but not THAT tinsel!” I point at it like it’s the devil.
Dad walks to the coatrack and pulls his down. “I’ll go with you.” In case Mom was going to object to us leaving, he quickly adds, “I want a moment alone with my son.”
Her mouth clamps shut.
Outside I motion to the garage. “My car’s on the road. You wanna drive?”
“Nah, you go ahead. Can’t remember the last time you drove me around.”
“It was when you were teaching me how to.” We climb in and I glance over to Dad’s thoughtful smile.
“Oh yeah. That was fun.” As the seatbelts automatically wrap over us he frowns. “Pay attention as your children grow up, Max. It really does go by too fast.”
I know CVS pharmacy will still be open tonight, at least for another hour or so.
It’s only six; my brothers aren’t due until seven-thirty. Lexi and Samantha wanted to come early because they’re going to a party later and will be ducking out early. Though they told Mom and Dad it was to spend more time with Logan.
Liars, both of them, to this day.
As we walk into florescent lighting, I know right where to go. Been to this store hundreds of times and they always keep seasonal sale items in the same place. I grab a few bags of tinsel from a rack and hold them up. “Perfect and ready for hanging!” As Dad and I head to the register I mutter, “I was going to hang myself with the other ones.”
He chuckles and grabs a candy bar from the lowest shelf, tossing it onto the conveyor belt as he asks, “You want anything?”
“Hmm, some mints? I keep some in the Jeep but I’m out.”
He tosses those, too, and they clatter inside their container as they roll along the belt. The checker, a kid without a smile, picks it up and Dad asks him, “What’s your favorite kind of candy?”
The kid flicks his eyes to him. “Me?”
“Yeah.”
“I like Reese’s.”
My father snatches one up and tosses it onto the belt. “That’s for you.”
Dead eyes come to life as a surprised smile appears. “Thank you!”
“I’ve got this, Max,” he mutters, sneaking a look at me because I’m not reaching for my wallet.
“You think I’m paying for your tinsel replacement? Mom kept those on purpose to drive me nuts! You guys owe me that buck-ninety-nine or whatever the ‘f’ they cost. I’ll never get those years back.” I nod to the checker. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too!”
Dad echoes the sentiment, getting his change as I pick up the bag. We walk outside and he cocks an eyebrow. “You’re saying ‘f’ now?”
“I’m trying to cut the swearing down in front of Logan.”
“I never did that.”
Frowning I search my memory to see if he’s right. “Huh.”
As we jump in my Jeep, parked right in front since the lot is pretty empty tonight, Dad points out with pride, “I swore all the fucking time.”
The car starts, seat belts wrapping around us as I hand him the bag. “You and Uncle Justin, it’s true. You said fuck and bullshit all the time.”
“Nothing replaces the correct use of an expletive,” Dad informs me as I drive toward the exit. We stare out the windshield, headlights leading the way through a chilly night. “Max, I finally saw
your film.”
My smile crashes to the floor, along with my stomach. He and I remain locked on the much easier view of Atlanta as I merge with light traffic.
“You did?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Didn’t think you were ever going to.”
“Neither did I. But I came across it while I was scrolling through movies on Amazon Prime and clicked play before I could stop myself.” He sighs and becomes silent for a moment. “Who was that girl you got?”
“Colleen? Just an actress who auditioned. She’s on an FX show now.”
“She nailed it.”
Cautious, my eyes flick to him. “That’s good to hear.”
His lips are tight, frown etched into those blond eyebrows I always wanted. I go back to the view. Easier not to look at each other with a topic this hot. “I hope you don’t think I did you a disservice, Dad.”
“I don’t think that. I just…it was hard to watch.” Reaching over to pat my shoulder he mutters, “Which means you did good.”
“Dad…”
“No, I’m fine with it. What was hard was my thinking you were disappointed in me.”
“I wasn’t disappointed! Why would you think that?”
He sighs, “I did some stupid shit.”
Pulling over to the side of the road, I put the Jeep in neutral and turn in my seat. He reluctantly meets my eyes.
“Dad, you know what this movie taught me about you?” Chewing on his lips he shakes his head. “That you’re human. I always looked at you like you were a god. Do you know how hard it is to be a man when your father’s a god? Everything I did was never good enough for me.”
“I hope you never felt I put that pressure on you.”
“Not on purpose, no. But I’m the oldest. And I want to be perfect, like I thought you were. I admire the fuck out of you, Dad! I went into shooting this film thinking it was because I couldn’t understand how someone so strong, so ‘together,’ could have been so close to throwing his future away on a woman who was bad news. And you know what I came away with? After the filming, the editing, the festivals, all of it? I realized I wasn’t trying to figure out how you could fuck up so badly. I was trying to see that maybe even you could fuck up. Even you could make mistakes and go down wrong paths, and still come back up again, fighting. It showed me you’re better than a god, Dad. You’re a man. And that’s so much harder.”
Jason Cocker, the man, not my father, narrows ice-green eyes at me, deep in thought. He nods and turns back to the windshield, face becoming still.
I throw the Jeep into gear and pull back onto the road. It isn’t until we turn left onto the street I grew up on that my father finally says, “I can’t tell you how proud I was when I watched that movie. Of you. What you accomplished. It was rough around the edges, gritty. Anyone like me who produces content for a living could see that. But I loved it. It added to the story to be like that. I think if you’d have used my money it wouldn’t have been as good.”
Relief, pride and love expands my chest as I pull in front of my old house. We jump out of the car and walk up the driveway. Turning on my heel I face him, and pull him to me for a big hug.
“I love you, Dad.”
His arms tighten around me. “I’m so proud of you. I love you, too, Max.”
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Contents
Max Cocker
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
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