by Mays, Nikki
"Babe, you know that I love you. You are my entire universe. I would give my life for you in a heartbeat. But you are so full of shit trying to act like you pay attention to your surroundings."
"I totally do!" I argue.
"Baby, you turned around the other day and walked straight into the wall that was behind you." Okay, I'll admit, that was extremely mortifying.
"That wall came out of nowhere Damon!"
"You were standing in front of it for ten minutes! How the fuck did you miss it?" He yells back at me. As I said, it was mortifying. I was at the station visiting him and did this in front of no less than thirty people. I still want to crawl in a hole because of this. He's totally a jerk for bringing this up.
"I can't believe that you're bringing this up right now! You know how embarrassing that was for me. I can't even talk to you right now." I sniffle. Seriously my hormones have been out of control the past few days. "I'm going to take a bath. Hopefully, you'll be done being a jerk when I get out!" I stomp into the kitchen to grab some wine and chocolate. Then I stomp like the five-year-old I'm regressing into, to the bathroom and slam the door for good measure. Dramatic...a teensy bit. Satisfying....oh yes. Dammit! We never did finish talking about the stupid alarm!
Damon
I can hear her sniffling through the door and I feel like an even bigger asshole. I need to figure out a way to get right with my woman again. There's only one person I know who will be able to help me with this. I scroll through my contacts list and find the number I need. I open the sliding glass door and walk out onto the small patio and close the door behind me. I hit the send button and listen to it ring.
"Hello?" She says in her sweet voice.
"Hi, Ma. Is now a bad time?" I ask the woman who is way too sweet to have been sidled with Dec and me as sons.
"Of course not sweetheart. You know that I always have time for my two boys. What did you do? How can I help?" She asks in the no-bullshit mom voice. The one that sounds like half love and half exasperation.
"What makes you think that I did something? I could just be calling to say hi." She snorts at my words.
"Sweetie, you'll barely talk to us when we're right in front of you. Hell has frozen over if you've decided to call to say hi. And I know it hasn't, so that means that you did something to piss off my sweet, hopefully someday soon, future daughter-in-law." Gotta love how mom can make you feel two feet tall while simultaneously telling you to get married. That takes some skill right there.
"You make me sound like the world's biggest asshole," I grunt.
"You're not that bad. You've always been quiet. It's expected at this point. Which makes this phone call all the more telling. So, out with it. What did you do?" I spend the next few minutes going over everything with her. I hope that she can shed some light, come up with a cure or at least point me in the right direction. Because right now I'm clueless.
"So what do you think?" I ask when I finish.
"I was wrong." She states.
"About what?"
"You are the world's biggest asshole." She deadpans and I choke on my saliva. "I'm kidding honey. But you are definitely in some trouble. Honestly, Damon, didn't I teach you not to bring up something a woman did that she's embarrassed about. I mean...really. What in the world were you thinking?"
"No, the only thing I remember you telling me is to never ask a woman her age. And if asked does this make me look fat, the answer is always no." I reply dryly.
"I feel like I taught you better. But what's done is done. So, here's what you do..."
My mother spends the next hour going over, in excruciating detail, what I need to do to get things back on the right track. Or in her words, "Heading towards the altar and grandbabies." My mother seems convinced that I'm going to screw it up and has kindly informed me that she will be contacting Mel to go over the details. Whatever, as long as it gets me back in my woman's good graces I couldn't care less who plans what and how much it costs. As long as Doll's happy, I'm happy.
Three days later and I just finished ushering Shell into my truck. How my mother and Mel planned a weekend getaway for us in less than three days I never know. It would've taken me months to do this shit. But somehow they booked us into a private cabin and had the kitchen stocked with everything that we could need, including a ton of wine according to Mel. Women are absolutely terrifying when they put their minds to something.
The last few days with Shell have been pretty good after her wine/bath fest. But this weekend is still much needed. We both work a shitload of hours each week and don't get to do much together besides have dinner. It will be good to see Doll all relaxed again. Ever since she took on doing wedding cakes she has been stressed to the max. She says it's good for business and I can't really say much.
If you want to know how to make a kill shot from seven hundred yards away, I'm your guy, but I know nothing about what it takes to run a successful business. I just wish that she wasn't killing herself. Even Morris has been complaining that with the added aspects of the bakery, Mel has been working crazy hours to keep up with the invoices and such. I swear I've been spending more time with him and Marc than I do with Michelle at this point.
"I can't believe that you went behind my back and made Mel not allow me into work," Shell says with those luscious pink lips pouted. "What happens if bridezilla needs to add something else to the pink monstrosity she's calling a cake? Who's going to handle her and all of the baking this weekend. Maybe we shouldn't go Griz." She's wringing her hands together and biting on her bottom lip.
"Okay, now seems like a good time to go over the ground rules," I state while driving us the hour to our destination.
"Since when is there ground rules for a vacation?" She asks.
"Since you're incapable of relaxing. Number one: No bringing up rude ass clients who have been making you miserable." I hold up my hand when she goes to interrupt with some more nonsense. "I'm not down yet."
"Oh please continue grand rule master." Sarcastic little shit.
"Keep that up, baby. We both know how wet you get when your ass ends up red. I'll even let you call me master during it if you want." I wink.
"You're ridiculous! And I'm already wet by then, it's not the spanking that gets me wet. Thank you very much!" She whispers hisses at me. Why she bothers to keep her voice low when no one is in the truck with us I don't know but whatever.
"You keep telling yourself that honey," I say ignoring her blatant lie. "Number two: No worrying about how they are going to manage without you. Mel assured me that she has everything covered. This is why you guys hired extra people Doll so that you wouldn't have to work yourself into an early grave."
"I haven't been working myself into an early grave Damon. I own a business. It takes long hours to be successful. And some of the people are still new. They aren't where I really want them to be with the baking." She huffs.
"Shell you and Mel wouldn't have hired them if you didn't think that they would be a great fit. You need to give up a little control of those reins baby." She raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow at me.
"Oh really, like you do so often?"
"That's different," I tell her.
"Please explain." She says as she crosses her arms over that chest that I'd like to be laying on right now....later.
"We're not talking about me right now. We need to get back on track."
"Uh huh." She mumbles.
"Anyway." I pause to make sure that she won't interrupt and is paying attention. "Number three: Have fun baby. You deserve it...we deserve it. We haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together just the two of us." She seems to deflate from whatever rant she was about to unleash on me.
"Okay, okay, you're right. We both could totally use this weekend to rest and recharge. And I really appreciate you going through all this trouble to plan everything for me." She says sweetly before kissing my cheek. I rub the back of my neck. Might as well come clean.
"Yeah about that." I hedge. "I
didn't actually do it all myself."
"I know Mel helped. That's how you got me out of work." She smiles.
"Well, Mel and my mom." Jesus, I'm blushing like a twelve-year-old boy. It's embarrassing as hell that I needed so much help just to take my woman away from the weekend. She stares at me with wide eyes.
"How did your mom get involved?"
"Well, I called her when you were having your bath the other night. And one thing led to another and well. She kind of ended up taking over and pretty much planned it all with Mel. The only thing that I really contributed was that I wanted a semi-isolated cabin. Other than that, it was all my mom and Mel." I say slightly embarrassed. I'm shit at this whole relationship thing. She really deserves some schmuck who can at least plan a damn surprise vacation for her. This is why I didn't bother pursuing her years ago. She deserves a hell of a lot better than me.
"Aww, that's so sweet honey. Thank you!" She leans over and wraps her arms around me and kisses the side of my mouth.
"You're not mad that I didn't really plan it myself?" She gives me a weird look and tilts her head to the side.
"Why would I be mad about that? Planning stuff like this isn't really your thing babe. Your heart was in the right place and that's what means the most. You even called and actually asked for help. Trust me, I know how much of a big deal that it was for you. So, nope, not mad at all. Actually, I'm getting super excited to have some solid alone time." She gives me a saucy little smile. Hell yeah, I'm excited for some alone time too.
"Me too baby. Me too." I say while grabbing a hold of her left hand and squeezing.
Michelle
I get out of the truck and take a look around. It’s a picturesque cabin that belongs in a romance novel, not real life. It’s a log cabin with a silver tin roof. It has a wrap-around porch with two rocking chairs on one side and a swing on the other. What makes it magical, is the entire field of wildflowers that surround it. It actually takes my breath away to see something so beautiful. I feel so lucky getting to experience all of this beauty with a wonderful man who went through a lot of trouble to give this to me.
I know that he didn’t plan any of this himself but he went way outside of his comfort zone for me. I know damn well that he would rather chew on a cactus than ask anyone for help. But he did it for me. He may be a grumpy grizzly to everyone else but he is a sweet teddy bear to me. Not that I’ll be mentioning that to him. He already gets annoyed when I call him Griz. He would absolutely spit nails if I called him my teddy bear. I snort to myself just thinking about what his face would look like. Hmm, I’ll save that for the next time he’s being an insufferable jerk.
“Honey, this is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you so much.” I say while I stand up on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck. He still has to bend quite a bit so that I can reach him.
“Your welcome.” He mumbles into my hair. Hmm, someone doesn’t do well with compliments.
“There’s just one tiny little issue,” I say while trying to keep a straight face.
“What issue?” He growls at me. I need to figure out a way to get him to make more than just sounds. The whole caveman thing he has going on can’t last forever. What if we have kids someday? He can’t go around growling at them. They’d probably end up imitating him and I’d get stuck with a pack of animals as my family. I can just picture the other mothers and their judgy faces now.
“So, you specifically asked for an isolated cabin in the woods?” I ask.
“Yeah...so?” He’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Do you remember a conversation that we had a few months ago when you were still in creeper mode?” That’s what I’ve taken to calling his extracurricular activities.
“I’m not sure Doll, you tend to talk a lot.” He shrugs unrepentantly like he didn’t just insult me.
“I’m sure Bundy would’ve loved how isolated this place is. Been reading up on serial killer 101?” I smile sweetly at him. His eyes narrow into dangerous slits and I’m over his should before I even realized he was moving.
“You’re going to pay for that one gorgeous.” He says while landing a hard slap on my butt.
“Damon put me down!” I try for stern but I’m laughing too hard to really sell it.
“Not a chance.” He says while running us up the porch steps and unlocking the door. I have no idea how he pulled that off while carrying me. I almost kill myself when I try to be a badass and bring in six grocery bags at once. I mean let’s face it, I’d rather almost die than have to make a second trip. Some would call it laziness, while I call it arm day.
From what I can see of the cabin from my upside-down position, it is quaint with a very rustic vibe going on. But I could be wrong. The only thing I can make out one hundred percent is Damon's rock hard butt. All in all, not really a bad view, not bad at all.
He strides through the interior like a man on a mission. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.” He says as he unceremoniously tosses me on the large, fluffy king-sized bed.
“Why’s that honey? I ask on a giggle. He gets so pissed every time I bring up the whole Ted Bundy thing. The guys give him so much shit over it still. I actually think that Declan has a damn alarm on his phone go off every week so that he remembers to make fun of him. I probably shouldn’t find it as amusing as I do, but well, he did kind of stalk me. I figure he deserves some grief since I thought I was a fluffing leper who was un-dateable for awhile.
“You think you’re cute don’t you?” He says while prowling away from the door. The gleam in those chocolatey eyes is down-right wicked.
“I know I’m cute. And we both know that you think that I’m really cute.” I sass with a smirk. Self-preservation is gone and in its place is giddy anticipation. He’s trying to keep his face blank but I can see the ghost of a smile. He likes toying with me as much as I like being toyed with.
“What am I going to do with you? Do you know that they still bring that shit up every chance they get? One of those assholes even put a picture of Dahmer and me side by side and hung up in the bullpen. I’m going to kill them when I figure out who it was.” He growls at me.
I snort at that comment. Marc texted me a picture when he did it. I’m not telling Damon who it was either. It’s payback for him letting Marc put those creepy things all around my house. I’m still scared that there’s one I haven’t found and that it’s going to pop out at me when I least expect it! The picture was hysterical though. The funny part was that Dahmer actually looked friendlier than Damon. I kind of want to frame it and give it to Damon for Christmas.
“Griz, don’t worry, I’m sure that they’ll forget all about it soon,” I say to pacify him, even though we both know that those guys will keep this going for years. He just raises his eyebrow and shakes his head.
“Now what to do with you?” He contemplates out loud while looking down at me.
“I can think of a few things that I wouldn’t mind having done to me.”
“I bet you do.” He smiles. “You should’ve come with a warning label. Who knew someone so sweet looking would have such a wicked side?”
“You’ve never complained about my naughty side,” I say while getting up on my hand and knees. “In fact, I do believe that you enjoy it quite a bit.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes follow the movement. I know exactly how much he enjoys my current position. Back arched, with my butt up in the air. If possible, he looks even hungrier than he did a few moments ago.
“What’s going on in that sinful mind of yours?” He asks in a gruff voice that sounds even deeper than usual. I look up at him and bat my lashes.
“I wonder if you taste different in nature than you do in civilization?” I ask with a wicked smirk.
“Only one way to find out.” He grounds out as he whips his shirt off.
I take that as my cue and start to undo his jeans. The man can wear a pair of Levis like it’s his damn job. My mouth starts to water as I pull down his pants. I am so happy that he hates
to wear underwear when he’s not working. It makes my life so much easier.
I lean forward and grab the steel base of his thick cock and bite my lip while looking up at him. His hands are fisted at his sides like he’s afraid of what he might do otherwise. I love seeing him squirm like this and knowing that it’s because of how much he wants me. It is the biggest confidence booster in the world.
I stroke his shaft up and down. He is a lot bigger than anyone else that I’ve ever been with. Not that there has been that many, mind you, but still, he is extremely impressive. I keep stroking him and watch his eyelids start to drift closed with his lips parted.
I lean forward even more and take the tip into my mouth, enclosing it with my lips. He moans my name almost inaudibly, as I start sucking him further into my mouth. I taste the first bit of his salty precum. He is so large that even with my lips fully stretched and my jaw relaxed, I can still only take a little more than half of him.
I keep my hands around the rest of his shaft and continue to stroke him. I suck harder and faster, then slowly and shallow. I keep switching up the rhythm to keep him from adjusting. “Doll.” He pants out, grasping my hair firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know that he’s on the edge. His muscles are visibly coiled tight.
“Babe.” He groans louder while giving my hair a half-assed tug. I know what he’s trying to tell me. But instead of backing off, I double down my efforts. I feel his whole body go ridged right before I taste the first jets of his cum hitting the back of my throat. I moan and swallow all of him down. When he’s finished I let him go with a loud “pop” and sit back on my heels.
He’s breathing like he just ran a mile and leans down so that his forehead is touching mine. “That mouth could bring a man to his knees.” He tells me, as he looks into my eyes.
“It almost just did,” I reply with a chuckle.
“Smartass.” He says with no heat. “Your turn.” He states with an amazing smile. I’m glad that he doesn’t smile too often, because damn, it’s lethal.
