by Jessie Cooke
He turned her toward the house and said, “I was wondering if you’d mind living here with me.”
The tears began to flow even more freely. “Oh, Maz…Oh my God! It’s incredible. Did you build this?”
He laughed. “I’m building it. It might be six months or so before it’s ready…but maybe it can be ready for us to move into by the time we’re married?” Marissa was already walking toward it. He followed her and before she stepped inside, over the threshold that still didn’t have a door, he grabbed her and picked her up, swinging her off her feet as she squealed, and he carried her into the house. After another scorching kiss, he set her down on her feet and like an excited kid, he pulled up the plans on his phone and started showing her where all the rooms would be…complete with one that he said could be a “nursery, for the future.” Marissa couldn’t believe that only a few short months ago she’d never imagined being this happy with a man, any man. Now he was connected to everything she thought about, everything she looked forward to.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she told him when he was finished. “I’d live in it now, just like it is.”
Maz laughed. “I’m sure you’d get tired of not having electricity and plumbing…but maybe we could try out that master bedroom while we’re here…I have a blanket in my saddlebag.”
Marissa smiled and looked toward the huge picture windows. “I’ve never been taken while staring out at a view like that one…since there’s no glass in those windows yet, maybe we should take advantage of it.” Marissa and Maz hadn’t had a chance to be together for two days because of his work, and she’d almost worked herself into a frenzy thinking about him and his amazing cock, even while she was at work earlier. Maz walked over to the windows and she slipped up behind him and put her arms around him. He let her hug up against him for a second and then he slipped around so that he was facing her. She pressed her head into his shoulder and he held her there as they both just enjoyed the moment. After a minute he pulled her up into a kiss. She loved the feel of his expert tongue in her mouth, touching and stimulating every inch of it, like he was trying to press it in so deeply that he could become a part of her. When they broke the kiss he said:
“The windows, huh?”
She smiled and nodded. “The windows would be hot…but if not there, anywhere. I missed you like crazy.”
He grinned. “You missed me, or the snake?”
She reached down and softly ran her hand over the already growing bulge in his jeans. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I missed all of you, every inch.” She stood on her toes and softly pressed her lips back into his. Dropping back down onto the balls of her feet she said, “Didn’t you miss me?”
“That word…miss…doesn’t even cover it, baby. Tu me manques, every time you leave the room.”
“In English?”
“You are being missed by me…every time you’re out of my sight, ma chérie.” They kissed again, this time their bodies pressed together tightly, rubbing up against each other, hands exploring. Maz was unbuttoning her jeans as she stepped up to the window, facing out. He put his lips down against her neck and began to kiss and suck at one of her most sensitive spots. One of his hands slid down into her pants and the other up underneath her shirt, grasping one of her breasts while his fingers explored the hot, wet folds of her pussy. She arched her back, pressing her head back into him and moaning softly. She had her eyes closed and Maz slid his mouth up to her ear and said, “Open your eyes, baby, look at the view.”
It was late afternoon, getting toward evening and the sun was low in the sky. As it dipped behind the peaks of the mountains she could see in the distance it painting the blue canvas with light pastel pinks and oranges. It was breathtaking, and she smiled as she thought about looking at it every day for the rest of her life. “It’s so incredible,” she gasped, speaking about the view, but the way he was making her feel was incredible as well.
“Picture it, baby. Picture us here, watching television together, cuddled up on the couch with that view in the distance. Picture it when it’s capped with snow and in the fall when it looks like it’s been painted orange and red.” The whole time he talked, he was rubbing her pussy. He’d pushed her pants and panties down so they were around her thighs, almost to her knees. “Picture looking out this window, knowing we’re married and we’ll be together forever, and holding our baby in your arms while you gaze out at it.”
“Oh, Maz,” she breathed out. “Yes…that’s what I want.” He chuckled and pressed down harder on her clit.
“That, baby?”
“Mm-hmm, that too.”
“And the baby?”
“Yes, I want to have your baby someday.”
“Just one?”
“As many as you want.”
He chuckled again. “Is this the magic button?” he said, rolling her clit around in circles. “Will you agree to anything if I push on this button when I ask?”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, nodding enthusiastically. He slipped a finger up inside of her and continued to manipulate her swollen clit with his thumb. She gasped, and he began to slide his finger in and out, adding a second and then a third. She was pushing at her pants, trying to get them out of the way so she could open her legs wider. What he was doing felt so good, but the pants and panties were hindering her pleasure. She had to stop him, spin around in his arms, and push the pants and panties to her ankles. In a breathless voice she said, “Get undressed, Maz, I need you.”
He smiled at her and began to undress. While he was peeling off his clothes, she took off her shoes and kicked the offending panties and jeans off before pulling her shirt off over her head. She was unhooking her bra as his shirt came off, and his eyes went to her breasts and he licked his lips. “Beautiful.” She reached down and put both of her hands around his hard cock, gently tugging him closer. He groaned as she manipulated it with both hands, and he bent down and put his tongue back in her mouth. She took the tip of his cock and ran it down between her legs, shuddering when her pussy lips split open and it tickled her insides. She was soaked and her pussy felt like it was on fire.
He groaned when she had the head of his cock soaked with her juices and pulled his hips back, broke the kiss, and once again spun her around to face the window. She reached out and put her hands on the frame, clutching it and pressing back into him…her fiancé. That suddenly sunk in. This would be the first time either of them had sex as engaged people. She looked down at the ring she was wearing and focused on it while he began to enter her. Every time, it felt like he was splitting her wide open at first…but God, she loved it. She pressed back harder into him, causing another two inches of the snake to enter her. She moaned and rocked her hips. Maz grabbed one of her cheeks in each hand and she heard him let out a grunt as he pressed forward and buried himself into her as far as he could go. Marissa let out a little cry when he filled her up. He automatically pulled back.
“No, baby, don’t. You’re not hurting me. Fuck me, baby…harder.”
Maz was squeezing her cheeks with both hands and he began to drill into her, in and out in a perfectly erotic rhythm. She was whimpering with every thrust, every slap of his pelvis against her bare ass. Nothing on earth felt this good, and coupled now with the idea of being his wife, and the view, and living in this house and having his babies…it all sent her spiraling into a hard, quick orgasm. It was like something slammed into her body and she had to actually grip the windowsill tighter to keep herself from flying through head first. Maz must have been just as turned on as she was because the second she came, he hit his own peak. He kept thrusting up into her while he came, and Marissa felt almost lightheaded by the time he finished and pulled her back upright so that her back was pressed into his chest. He held her like that, rocking back and forth on his feet until they both began to come down from a high that was taller than the mountain they were looking at while they’d just made love. The same mountain that would be there to witness the rest of thei
r lives…together.
Epilogue
Marissa stood in the white tent that had been erected on the ranch for the specific purpose of the bride…her…and her bridesmaids to get dressed and ready for the wedding. Her wedding to Maz. Charity was her maid of honor. She and Maz still had a few issues to work out…but they both loved Marissa and they were working on it. That was all she could ask, and she loved them both even more for trying. Marissa had become close over the past eight months or so with Sledge’s old lady, Daria, and she was one of the bridesmaids. Charlie, Ash’s little sister, was the other one. Marissa found Charlie to be a joy to be around. Not because she was sweet and demure and intellectual the way Daria was, but because she was just the opposite. She was sarcastic and witty and one of the funniest people Marissa had ever met. She was sweet too, but like Charity you had to look beyond the surface to see it. If not for Charlie and her generosity, a lot of what the club had been able to accomplish on their new property wouldn’t have been possible. On top of all of that, Charlie and Charity had a lot in common and it was nice that they got along. Daria was sweet and easy, and she got along with everyone, so planning the wedding had been drama free…until now, five minutes before it was supposed to start. Marissa was staring at the text on her phone. She’d been so busy getting ready that she hadn’t checked it in hours. Now that she did, she saw that she had a text that might just ruin her entire day.
“She’s not coming,” Marissa said, trying to hold back her tears.
“Don’t cry!” Charity said. “I just did your makeup, it’s perfect!”
“I’m not sure I’d go with that lip color,” Charlie said.
“Who’s not coming, honey?” Daria asked.
“It’s the perfect color for her skin tone,” Charity said.
“I would have gone pinker.” Charity and Charlie were in their own world. Daria was the only one that seemed to notice Marissa was in pain.
“My mom,” she said. That was when Charity and Charlie suddenly realized they had bigger problems than pink versus plum.
“Of course she’s coming,” Charity said. “I was there when she bought her ticket; so were you. Maz said one of the guys would pick her up at the airport and…”
“She just sent me a text, Charity. She’s at the hotel, here in Boston, but she’s not coming.”
Marissa loved Boston. She loved the ranch. She loved her and Maz’s new home as well…but when they were planning their wedding, she and Maz both had taken into consideration that they’d have a lifetime of parties at their new home. Angel and Dax had generously offered the ranch for the wedding and since Marissa loved Boston and Maz’s little soulmate had recently started talking and asked to be a part of the wedding, they’d decided to do it there. Susie Marshall was the flower girl and Zander the little ringbearer. The guys from the Westside Skulls were there and most of the fighters from the gym, Jacob and his team, as well. Many of the Southside Skulls would be present with their old ladies, and their kids, and Hurricane Kat’s catering company was making all of the food. Hunter and his old lady made it, and Garrett and his. Jagger and his band were playing the reception. Everything was decorated beautifully and Maz and Ransom, his best man, would be riding their bikes up to the altar before Marissa walked down the aisle. Everything was perfect…everything except that the only person on earth that Marissa wanted there, almost as much as she did Maz, was backing out.
“I’ll call her,” Charity said, taking out her phone.
“No!” Marissa said, sharply. The girls all fell silent and Marissa regretted snapping at her friend. “I’m sorry, Charity…but she knows how important this is to me, and to Maz. If she can live with herself, not being here…then so be it. I’m not going to let my day be ruined by begging her. Elise and Jack are out there. They knew she’d be here and they didn’t hesitate one second to get on the plane in New Orleans and fly out. No one had to beg them to be here for our big day. I love my mother, but I’m not begging her to be here. Please, Charlie, go tell the minister I’m ready when he is.” Charlie nodded, sadly, and slipped out of the tent. Daria put an arm around Marissa’s shoulders to comfort her and Charity handled it like she did everything else…she started talking about sex.
“So, Daria, are all bikers built like Maz? I mean, if Sledge is huge too…” She stopped talking and that caused Marissa to look up. Her mother had just stepped in through the flap of the tent.
“Mom,” Marissa whispered. “I thought you weren’t coming.”
Rhonda looked at Charity and Daria and said, “Can I just have a second with my girl?” They both nodded and left the tent. Once they were alone Rhonda said, “I’m sorry, baby. I panicked. I got here and I started getting ready for the wedding and my mind was working overtime. I imagined seeing Jack again after all these years and Elise, and I choked. That text to you saying I wasn’t coming, I sent it on impulse because I was freaking out. You know how I get…I’m so sorry. The last thing I wanted to do on your wedding day is cause you drama. I’m going to see my little girl get married…if you still want me here.”
“Of course I want you here, Mom, and Maz does too.” Rhonda finally ran her eyes over her daughter. Marissa had fallen in love with the dress the second she walked into the store and saw it on the mannequin. When she went home that evening and told Maz she’d found her dress, he was ecstatic for her…it was another step toward their being married. When she told him it was at a vintage clothing store, he tried to talk her out of it. He told her she needed something that was just hers, that no one else had ever worn. She’d held out, though, even through what Charity and even Charlie had to say about it. She was in love with it and nothing else would do. She didn’t show it to anyone. She took it to the woman that did alterations for Rhonda and they worked on it for over a week and when they were done, Marissa thought it was perfect. When she’d put it on today and the girls had finally seen it, she knew from the looks on their faces before they even spoke that they thought it was perfect too.
The gown was designed in the 1940s. It was sheer and she had to wear a silk slip underneath it. The top featured a gently scooped neckline and puffed, gathered sleeves. The back was cut in a V to her waist. The skirt was long and fell from the waist to the floor in an upside-down tulip shape. The side was closed with metal enclosures and the seamstress had taken those out and added three silk buttons. Marissa had left the bottom two undone creating a slit effect so that everyone could see her shoes. She had a little 1940s hat with a veil on it that matched the dress and long gloves that went to her elbows. She loved it all and it made her feel pretty.
With tears in her eyes, Rhonda said, “You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Maz is so lucky.”
Marissa smiled. “Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry and mess up my makeup and we’ll have to listen to Charity.” Rhonda laughed and went closer, putting her arms out to her daughter. Marissa moved into them and for a few seconds she let the rest of the world fall away. She was just her mother’s little girl, the little girl that Rhonda had chosen. That was the way Marissa always looked at being adopted…she’d been chosen, and she loved her mother for so many things, but that most especially.
“I hope you know how much I love you.”
“I do, Mom. I hope you know the same.”
Rhonda pulled back and looked at her daughter again. “I’m so happy for you. Maz is an amazing man.”
“Yes, he is.” The sound of the female voice and the French accent caused Rhonda’s eyes to widen. Marissa saw her mother take a deep breath before turning to look at Elise. The two women stared at each other for several seconds and Rhonda was the first to speak. She put out her hand and said:
“We’ve never formally been introduced. I’m Rhonda, Marissa’s mother.”
Elise smiled and took Rhonda’s hand. “I’m Elise.”
“Maz’s mother?” Rhonda said.
Elise’s eyes filled with tears and Marissa had no idea how she was going to make it to the altar without ruini
ng her makeup. “Oui,” Elise said. “Zane is my boy.”
“You did a fantastic job of raising him. I couldn’t have handpicked a better man for my daughter.”
Elise smiled again and said, “Thank you. But he came from good stock…and we feel the same way about Marissa.” Elise went over and kissed Marissa on the cheek. “I’m so happy that you and Zane found each other. I just have one piece of advice for you, mon amour.”
“What’s that?” Marissa asked her soon to be mother-in-law.
She looked at Rhonda and said, “Sometimes in your life you’ll have to make a decision that will cause you so much pain. When you come to that point in your life, ma chérie…suivez toujours votre cœur.”
Marissa smiled and nodded. “Maz reminds me of that all the time too, Elise. I will, I promise.” She looked at Rhonda and back at Elise and said, “But, if I ever forget to follow my heart, all I have to do is think about what the two strongest women I’ve ever known would do.”
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1973
The jungle was silent, and then in an instant, it wasn’t. The sharp crack of a rifle, the cry of the wounded, and the sounds of the platoon hitting the jungle floor disrupted it…but only for a second. And then once more, there was silence. The entire platoon lay silently in the dirt, even the sounds of their breathing muted as they waited for a sound or a movement that would point them in the direction of the enemy. Every man in the platoon, that is, but one. That one man was slithering on his belly like a snake in the grass, dressed in green camo like the rest of them with a zippered green pack strapped to his back. The bag was a foot and a half long, a foot wide, and six inches deep. It was fully loaded that day and if put on a scale would weigh in at about thirty pounds. Strapped to the outside of the pack were five extra canteens of water for him to use to treat heat exhaustion in the summer and fever and chills in the winter. Inside was everything he might need to tend to the wounded.
