Down South (Southern Hospitality Book 1)

by C. M. Steele

  The ceremony was short and sweet. Now, I was Mrs. Maxwell Mason and so uncontrollably happy. This was the most eventful two weeks of my life, and I had no doubt this was only the beginning. Hopefully, we didn’t get any more insane creepers ever again, but there was no guarantee. Rico survived his wound and was, at present, going to be facing criminal charges not limited to his attempted assault but also grand larceny.

  Gordon fled across the border and Federal agents were tracking him down. My father wasn’t the only rancher he robbed blind. He’d stolen more than ten million dollars in total. It was going to be a fight to ever get any of the monies back. Max already promised to help the ranchers rebuild their nest eggs or get them out of the hole and put them in good investment hands. The only one who was losing his shirt was my father. Because of his ties to the Sanchez family, Gordon never double crossed Alex. In my opinion, that was a good thing. Alex was a crack shot and extremely hot-headed it seemed. I’d only saw the soft, kind side, but he ruled with a no-nonsense attitude.

  “You look stunning, Mrs. Mason,” Max said, pulling me into his arms. “It’s time for our first dance.” I felt the warmth and love in his arms. “Our first of many. I love you, Maggie.”

  “I love you, Max,” I whispered as he twirled me onto the dance floor as the Texas sun set around us.

  Epilogue

  A year later…

  Maxwell

  I rocked my son to sleep. Maggie had gotten pregnant almost immediately, and this little guy showed up three months ago with a wailing cry and the most beautiful face.

  “Max, daddy loves you,” I whispered. I knew he didn’t know what I was saying, but I couldn’t stop myself. Getting stuck on that road in the middle of nowhere turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He was almost asleep when the love of my life came into the room.

  In a hush, she said, “He looks so much like you.” She bent down and kissed the top of his head. “I love you, sweet Max.” I tilted my head and stole a kiss from her lips.

  “Are you ready for bed?” I asked her softly.

  “I’m going to take a shower. If you’d care to join me, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” She winked and walked out of the room. God, it was so not right to be carrying this little one while I was thinking about fucking the next one into her.

  Once I knew he was out completely, I laid him in his crib and turned on his lullabies. As soon as I closed his bedroom door, I was on the hunt. I heard the sprayer on, so I started stripping on the way. She had the door ajar while she hummed to herself. I heard her open the glass doors. Needing to catch my breath and cool the flaming desire in me, I stopped at the door fully naked. The change in the way the water hit the tile told me she was washing her long blonde hair. I wanted to tug on her length and demand she come for me. If I didn’t get in there now, I was going to come on myself.

  Stepping into the bathroom, I tried to be quiet but she saw me. She slid her hand down her flat abs and continued lower until she was touching her sweet pussy. Her fingers dipped into her honeypot as she petted her nub with her thumb. I let out a moan as I took my cock in hand. Unable to wait anymore, I opened the glass door and shook my head as I stalked my prey. She stepped back as I came closer, until she had nowhere to go.

  “Fingers,” I demanded.

  She lifted her fingers and I took them into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her taste. A mewl of pleasure crossed her lips and it drove me wild. I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel my cock on her belly. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Mags. I need you and I want your body to sing for me.”

  “Please, Max,” she pleaded, her hands gliding over my chest. “I love this,” she said, caressing my wet chest hair. I growled like a beast, and lifted her up and slid her down on my massive length. Maggie cupped my head and brought her mouth to mine, taking her kiss and slipping her tongue inside to taste mine. The water splashed between our bodies as I fucked her against the cold tiles.

  “Max, shit. Oh yes,” she panted. Her body was starting to give me that tell-tale sign that she was going to come. With my hands on her ass, I ground my hips against hers, letting her clit get that extra bit to make her explode. I bent down and latched onto her nipple, tasting her milk.

  “Fuck,” I growled. I worked her harder, thrusting deep into her and slamming her back against the wall. I held onto her ass with one hand, then grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her mouth towards mine. “You are mine, Maggie. You’ve been from the start and I’ll never get enough.”

  “I’m coming,” she shouted, throwing her arms over her head and against the shower wall. Her hips pumped up and down as she came. Her walls clenched around my cock and my cum shot straight into her depths. I felt like I’d struck my target again.

  “Fucking, shit. I think I put another baby in there.”

  “I want all your babies,” she sighed against my ear. Her lips wrapped around my lobe before she bit it. “You’re still hard.”

  “What can I say? Thinking about how wet you get when you want me to breed you turns me on.”

  “We have the rest of the night, Max,” she reminded me. I nodded and set her on her feet. I grabbed the soap and started washing my parts because I wanted her mouth wrapped around my cock until I was about to come, then I’d pump my load into her pussy. I wanted another Max or even a little Maggie.

  A wail sounded through the spray.

  “Take your time, love,” I muttered, climbing out and grabbing a towel. Apparently Junior wasn’t feeling a little sibling just yet.

  Ten years later…

  “I can’t believe you’re a rancher now,” my dad exclaimed, shaking his head as he sat on his mount.

  “Said the guy who traded the city life for raising horses.”

  “True, but ever since you almost died on the side of the road, I thought you’d stay far away from the south.”

  “Yes, well I fixed that problem,” I replied. Nearly two years after we married, I added a small gas station with a rest stop for those in need. The land had been mine to do as I pleased. I let my father-in-law keep all but the space required to build the stop.

  “Yes, you did, and it’s been great on summer days for many cars passing on through.”

  “Well, I don’t want anyone to die because their car breaks down. I was lucky, unbelievably lucky,” I said, seeing my beautiful wife coming toward us. She got a little fuller after the boys, but was still perfect. I worried every day that someone would take away my Maggie, but then she comes to me like this and I feel like a king. She was smiling at me and I wanted to pin her against the nearest post and mount her.

  “What do we owe the pleasure?” I asked, pulling her by the waist and into my chest.

  “Lunch is done.”

  “You could have called us instead of coming all the way out here, Mags,” I said, leaning down for a kiss. Her lips were covered in a new lip gloss that I cleaned off.

  “But then I couldn’t get your kisses. The boys get all grossed out when we kiss.”

  “They’ll get over that in a couple of years,” my dad teased. Seeing that we wanted to be alone, he tipped his hat and said, “I’ll see ya’ll in the house.” He winked and rode away.

  “In about ten minutes,” she said quietly and when he was out of sight. She turned to me with a hunger in her eyes. “I want you, Max. I want you so bad. Feel,” she demanded. She grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress. I felt her panties and they were drenched.

  “Come on,” I grunted out. I scooped her up and carried her out of sight.

  “I can walk, you know?”

  “I can’t wait.”

  As soon as we reached the edge of the fence line out of sight of the house and the road, I sat her on the wooden fence. “Hold onto the post,” I said. She put her left hand on it, and I placed her feet on the rail below. Sliding them apart, I dropped to my knees. With my head under her dress, I sniffed her heat need like I was an animal. Her scent was different when she was pregnant. I always loved her t
aste but even more so when she was carrying my baby. The panties were torn to shreds in one pull. She gasped, which turned to a moan as my tongue lapped up her sweetness.

  She moaned, grinding her hips forward onto my face with her hands holding onto the rails. I replaced my tongue with two fingers, stroking her pussy until she was so close her walls pulsed around my digits. “Come for me,” I growled. She shuddered as her orgasm creamed through her. I drank her up until I consumed all of her.

  I stood up and stepped back, then I grabbed her waist, helped her down from the rails and fixed her dress.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, wondering why I wasn’t fucking her like a beast.

  “I’m taking you inside to eat. Stop looking at me like that. I’ll have you wrapped around my cock one way or another, but I don’t want to take the risk of someone leaving lunch early. I’d have to fire someone or pay for our kids’ therapy.”

  “That’s true. I don’t think I’d be able to look anyone in the face if they saw us having sex.”

  “You didn’t mind a few minutes ago,” I teased, making her blush.

  “Shut up and let’s go eat lunch,” she hissed, smacking my ass.

  “Just had mine, sweetheart.” I was feeling on top of the world.

  Our four sons and my wife were everything to me. The ranch life had grown on me until I found it more enjoyable than my large office. Maggie was happy to follow me anywhere and helped make my life whole. She did take culinary courses for fun and we all got to be her test subjects. Thank goodness she was a natural.

  “So, what did you make?”

  With a dead pan face, she said, “A salad.”

  “Please tell me you’re shitting me,” I grumbled.

  “Nope. But our moms made some steaks and baked potatoes.”

  “Woman, that kind of teasing isn’t nice. I’ve been working since sun up,” I growled, pulling her into my chest and holding her arms behind her back. “That’s not really nice.”

  “What are you going to do about it?” she asked, giving me a daring smirk.

  “I’m going to fuck you into submission tonight. Maybe a midnight ride to the lake for some hot, sweaty, dirty sex in the grass.”

  “I need to be naughty more often, cowboy,” she moaned, pressing her lips up against the edge of my jaw and kissing the stubble. “By the way, I think we were a little too naughty last time. I’m pregnant.”

  “Oh, we’re definitely going to the lake tonight,” I promised, then scooped her up and carried her into the house. I was the luckiest man in the world.

  The End