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Maddie stumbles into Marcum’s waiting hands.
“There’s papaw’s baby!” He says, picking her up and putting her on his hip like an old pro. Then again, with as many kids as he has, he is a pro. “I thought I’d come down and get my baby and give you two, time to talk.”
“Thanks, old man,” I don’t really want to let Maddie go, but I do need time to talk to Tess—a lot of time if the look of fear on Tess’s face is anything to go by. Marcum heads back to the house talking to the baby while she chants nonsense back to him.
I stand up and turn to Tess. She’s standing and brushing sand off her jeans. She’s gained a little weight over the last year. It looks good on her. She’s just as breathtaking as she always was, but I see signs of the stress from the last year on her face. She has circles and the light in her eyes isn’t quite as bright. Guilt hits me hard. Tess deserves so much in life. Much more than the hell that I’ve put her through.
“I think they’re clean,” I tell her when it becomes apparent that she’s going to keep dusting imaginary sand off of her pants instead of dealing with me. When she raises her eyes up to mine and slowly straightens up, she offers me a weak smile.
“I think I’m nervous,” she whispers.
“I am too. It’s been a hell of a day,” I understate, using the back of my hand to dry any remaining moisture from my eyes and try to put order to my chaotic thoughts.
“Yeah. I’m finding it hard to believe you’re standing here.”
“So am I, Kitten. So am I.”
A look flashes over her face, and I instantly want to smooth it away.
“What?”
“I’d forgotten how much I used to like when you called me Kitten.”
I clear my throat again. Hell, if I cry again she’s going to think I’ve grown weak in the last year. “I want to hold you; I’m just not sure what you’re okay with that, Tess.”
“Truthfully, I’m not sure either. It’s been a long time, Max and the last time I saw you…”
“I know.”
“We have a lot to work out,” she says, and that final hope I have of her falling into my arms and everything being okay, dies.
“Do you want me to stay in my old house, until…I mean, if you need time…”
“No. I don’t want that. Maddie needs you around. I want her to have you here…”
Not exactly what a man wants to hear from the woman he loves, but I guess at least she’s letting me stay. I’ll have to use that to my advantage. She looks away from me, out over the ocean. She appears lost in thought. Is she wishing I would leave? What’s going on in her head?
“Tess, if you don’t want me to stay here. I can leave after I visit with Maddie. I’d understand.” Even as I make the offer, inside I’m screaming no.
She turns back around to face me. Her lips are curled in, and she’s gnawing gently on the inside of her cheek. It’s cute, but heartbreaking because it speaks louder than words of how uncomfortable she is around me now.
“I want you here, Max. I want you with me.”
I still see fear in her eyes, but for now, the words are enough. I reach out my hand to her and after a moment of hesitation, she places hers in it. Her touch is warm. Her hand in mine feels right.
“Let’s go and watch our daughter blow out her candles,” I tell her giving her hand a squeeze. She smiles, and I can’t resist kissing her forehead much like I did our daughter earlier. Then, we walk, hand in hand, back to the party.
One week later
“Max! I’m home!” I call out entering the house. It’s been a hell of a day. I went back to work after Max moved in. Max has never been happy about it. He says he has more than enough money to make sure we’re all okay. Plus, his tattoo shop does really good, even with him not working there. I can’t bring myself to be idle though. Still, many more days like today and I’m going to scream. I’m working in the public defender’s office now and seeing the way that most of these attorneys don’t even care if the inmates get a fair trial is wearing on me fast. I went off on one of the lawyers today. I figure I may get canned come Monday. I’m not sure I care at this point.
I walk through the living room and don’t see him or Maddie, which is strange. They’re usually playing together on the floor or sleeping on the couch this time of day. The kitchen and dining area are completely open to the living room, so I know he’s not there either. I go through the hallway and peek in Maddie’s room. Empty. Next is the room I stay in. I can’t say ours because Max hasn’t been in here with me. We’re slowly finding our footing, but other than a small kiss or two, there’s been nothing else between us. Max has been sleeping on the sofa, and I feel guilty about it. I even admit to myself I want him to sleep beside me, but I can’t bring myself to tell him.
“Max?” I question as I open the door. He’s lying on the bed watching television. When he sees me, he turns the TV off and tosses the remote on the nightstand. “Where’s Maddie?”
“Marcum and Cherry have her tonight.”
My back stiffens at his words. My baby has never stayed away from me. I’ve only just recently weaned her from breastfeeding. “Max, she hasn’t stayed away from the house. You should have asked me before you agreed to this.”
“I would have; if you’d bother talking to me, Tess.”
“What are you talking about? We talk.”
“We talk about what we want to eat. We talk about the weather. We talk about the baby. We just can’t seem to talk about things that really matter.”
“Maddie…”
“Maddie is amazing, and she’s the world to me, but her mother is the reason I draw air into my fucking lungs.”
Heat fills my body, and those words make my legs quake. “Max…”
“I love you, Tess. I love you. Living with you, but not being free to touch you, to kiss you…Hell even to hold you at night is slowly killing me. I can’t go on like this.”
“Max…”
“You gave yourself to me over a year ago. You might have forgotten that, but I haven’t.”
“I haven’t forgotten! You pushed me away, Max!”
“I was trying to keep you from tying yourself to someone who might never be able to be there for you!”
“You were wrong!”
“Maybe so! But I sure as hell have been doing my best to make it up to you!”
“You destroyed me! I cried for months! It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest!”
“You don’t think I felt the same, Tess?”
“It was your choice, Max! That’s the difference! You decided what was best, and you did it!”
“To protect you, woman!”
“I didn’t ask for it! I asked to go away with you! You decided against that without listening to me! Then, when things didn’t go according to your grand design, Mad Max struck again! You decided to freeze me out of your life. It didn’t matter what I wanted! You decided you knew what was best for me, yet again!”
“Tess!”
“What happens if I let you in again Max? What happens when you decide that things are too difficult again? What happens when you chicken out?”
“Is that really what you think of me, Tess? Do you think so little of me?”
His words do nothing but increase my anger. How can he say that to me? What gives him the right to say that to me?
“Wrong again, Max! It’s you who thinks so little of me! It’s you who thinks I am so weak that I can’t stand beside you no matter what!”
He looks at me, really looks at me, and I don’t know if my words have finally made it through, or if it’s something else. He walks over to me, and he does something he hasn’t done in so long I’ve almost forgotten how much I love it. He wraps his hand around the side of my neck, and he pulls me in close to him.
“It was never about you. It was what I didn’t want for you. What would have happened, Tess, if I never got out? If the time we had together before was all we were ever going to get. How would it have been fa
ir to you to live like that?”
The pain and emotion in his voice cuts through my hurt and anger. I take a breath and try to make him see what he did.
“What if I get sick tomorrow, Max? Hell, what happens if I lay down tonight and don’t wake up? If our past is all that we ever have, would the fact that I’m not here make it hurt less? Or would you rather at least have me to talk with, to know that I am still here in whatever form, and I still care?”
“You will not get sick. Do you hear me, Tess? You will not get sick. You won’t even think about that shit.” His fingers contract against my neck as he pulls me closer to him. His body shakes as he holds my face against his chest. “You won’t get sick, Tess. You won’t leave me.”
My hand grasp his hips, and I close my eyes. He loves me. However warped his thoughts were, I can understand them. Listening to him talk, maybe I would have done the same. I can’t say. I only saw things from my point of view.
“I won’t leave you, Max. You love me.”
“Love’s not a strong enough word for how I feel about you, Tess.”
“Then show me,” I tell him, pressing my lips against his chest.
“Tess?” He pulls back, questioning me.
“Make love to me, Max. I miss you.”
“Are we okay now?” He asks; those beautiful eyes of his looking down at me—searching.
“We’re more than okay.”
“I’ve missed you, Kitten.”
“Then, show me,” I dare him again and wait to see what happens next.
After going for so long, feeling as if everything was wrong, it’s surreal to know that finally…finally, things are clicking into place. I bend down and place my lips against Tess’s. The taste of her is familiar, but it’s been so long since I’ve had it, that I can’t stop. I push my fingers through her hair and tighten them in it. The texture, the feel, along with her taste; combine to set my blood on fire. My tongue thrusts into her mouth, not asking for entry, taking it. I ravage her mouth in the same manner, owning it. Showing her, that regardless of what has gone down in the past, she is and always will be mine. She’s right there with me, taking what I give and doing her best to match me.
When we break apart she’s breathing so hard her body is visibly shaking. Her nipples are tight, hard nubs straining through her clothes, her cheeks are blushed with color and her lips are already swollen. My dick is already straining, and my balls are tight with the need to release. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex; since I’ve been inside Tess, and I know this won’t last long. There’s just no way. I need her too much. I take two steps away from her. She’s a drug that is clouding my head. I need to clear it if I have any hope of making this last longer than a couple of minutes.
I don’t ask, I just reach over and grab her shirt on each end of her collar and pull it apart. Buttons pull, release, or pop free. Her breasts are larger than I remember. She’s stopped breastfeeding Maddie, but maybe that still affects things. I undo the clasp at the center of her bra and Tess helps me by taking what’s left of her shirt off and then throwing her bra down to join it. My thumb goes to tweak her nipple, brushing it gently. Tess’s fingers are pushing into my hips, and when I do squeeze her nipple, her nails claw into me, making my dick throb in anticipation.
“Even more beautiful than I remembered, Kitten,” I praise her.
“Max…things are different now. I have stretch marks, and well, I’m just not the same,” she trails off, her face flushes even deeper in color, but I know now it’s from embarrassment, rather than excitement. I can’t have that.
I push her skirt down off her hips, hooking my fingers in her panties so that it all falls down in one movement. I see the small stretch marks that now cover her stomach and part of her hips. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. Once she’s settled, I reach down to kiss her stomach. Later, when I have more patience, I will run my tongue over every mark on her body. For now my kiss will have to do.
“Tess, you are beautiful to me, always. These marks are just proof that you brought our amazing daughter into this world. I look at them and feel nothing but pride and need. Do you understand?” I ask her, my voice thick with emotion. I’m not lying, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. She nods her head in agreement, but I still see the doubt in her eyes. My eyes go to my name on her hip. She’s mine. I forgot that for a little while. I forgot what we had together. Her self-doubt is my fault, and I need to make sure I leave no room for doubts in her mind. She needs to know that there’s not another woman in the world who could compete with her, in my eyes. My finger trembles as I trace my name. Mine. For way too fucking long, I forgot that. I let her forget it—to think it wasn’t true. Time to remedy that.
I pull back, standing to undress while she watches. There’s interest and even desire in her eyes, but it’s almost trampled out by fear. I throw my clothes behind me with more force than necessary. I’m mad at the circumstances of our past—I’m mad at myself. I bury those feelings. They don’t belong between Tess and me right now. I need to start moving forward, not looking back. I need her to do that too. I pull her legs apart, admiring the way her sweet pussy is already glistening for me. I reach down and slap it once and enjoy the sound and feel of it so much that I do it again and then hold my hand there relishing the feel of her moisture, the rippling of her muscles contracting and the heat rolling off of her. Mine. Possessiveness moves through me hard and fast, and I can’t resist slapping her pussy again.
“Mine,” I growl, feeling like a fucking caveman, but not about to change. Tess’s feet press down into the mattress, and she groans, pushing up against my hand. I increase the pressure of my hold by letting my fingers dig into the bend between her stomach and her pussy. Instantly the proof of her desire intensifies against my hand. So fucking wet. I control her pussy. Even after all this time, it’s me who can make her crazy with just a touch.
“Max, oh God!” she cries out, her voice shuddering with need.
“Look at me, Tess,” I command, refusing to do anything else until I have her complete attention. She lifts her eyes to me, and the doubt is gone. Now, she is just a creature filled with desire. “Watch me,” I tell her while stroking my cock and squeezing it tightly. I watch as a thread of pre-cum slips off the head of my dick and travels down against the pale white skin of her stomach.
“Max, please.” Her voice is hoarse with need.
I wrap her hand around the base of my cock and then cover it with my own. Together we stroke my dick, using enough pressure that this alone could make me shoot my load.
“Does this feel like I want you less, Kitten? Can you feel how hard I’m throbbing for you?” I grunt, as our hands slide back down and complete another thrust.
“Jesus, Max please,” she whimpers. Tilting her legs further apart, her whole upper body lifts off the bed straining towards my cock. She’s propping herself up on one elbow, trying to get closer. Her face is glowing, her hair mussed, and her tongue keeps darting out to lick her lip like the greedy, hungry woman she is. Mine.
“Answer me, Tess! Do you think I want you less than I have in the past?” I demand yet again, taking my hands away. I thrust two fingers in her without warning. I thought since having the baby, she’d be looser somehow. That’s not the way it worked out. Maybe it’s because it’s been over a year since she’s had the baby or maybe it’s because we haven’t been together in so long. Whatever it is, she takes my fingers, but it feels like just the invasion of the two of them stretch her beyond her limits. I press my thumb against her clit, hard. Letting it rub and tease the slickened nub. I pull my fingers apart inside her, stretching her further. With the attention on her clit, her body nearly bends in half as she thrusts up from the bed. “Answer me, damn it!” I growl, thrusting harder and using one hand to bite down on her hip, pushing her back down against the bed. My hand covers my name and again, one word repeats in my brain. Mine.
I thrust in and out of her, fucking h
er with my fingers harder than I ever have with my cock. I punish and pleasure her body simultaneously. Tess takes it all, and when I curve my fingers up to hit that spot that’s sure to send her over the edge, while my thumb bites into her clit, she lets out a keening cry that echoes in the whole damn house.
“Mine!” I tell her, like the caveman she turns me into. On cue, Tess erupts around my fingers. Her orgasm, crashing with the force of a hurricane.
“Max!” She cries out, helpless to do anything but go wherever her body takes her. I remove my hands and poise my cock at her entrance, desperate to join her.
“Tess, condom?” I ask the poorly worded question. I couldn’t make sense right now if I tried, I’m just trying to hold on to my sanity long enough to protect her.
Her hands grasp my ass, her nails biting into me as she tries to pull me into her.
“I’m on the pill,” she gasps.
Her words bring disappointment, but I don’t delay another minute. I thrust and bury myself inside her warm, wet depths. Once I’ve fed her my entire cock, I stop and just take in the moment, taking in the memory, and rejoicing that I’m finally inside my woman again. God, I’ve missed her.
The tremors inside her pussy fluctuate against my cock and remind me that she’s already over the edge. I can’t allow her to land. I position one of her legs over my shoulder and sink deeper inside of her. My cock rakes her walls and she cries out. I lift her ass up with my hold on her hip. Leaving her helpless. She has no control. I’m in charge. I’m in charge. She will take what I give her. Then, I do what I’ve been dying to do for way too long. I fuck her hard. Each thrust is powerful enough that the headboard pushes against the wall. Her body rocks with the force of it and my balls slap against her. I wrap my hand so that I’m hugging her leg, tighter. I brace her with my body, while using my other hand to squeeze and pet her hard clit.
