Cocktales
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“America!” Pablo Jones hoots shooting into the air and his men following suit. With that, I took my wife and hid under the outbuilding.
Caging her in I say, “A movie, huh?”
“With famous people and everything.”
“You happy, sweet?” I ask kissing her cute nose.
“Only if you are, baby.”
“Feel how happy I am,” I say grinding into her. Then placing my lips on hers I whisper, “I am so fucking proud of you.”
“Thank you for stalking me and marrying my drunk ass.”
“Want a wedding you're sober for?”
“Define sober,” she says kissing my chest.
“A wedding you'll remember.”
“Okay, baby,” she says cupping my balls. “That sounds like a plan.”
“I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.”
With my hand kneading her breast she, adds, “You know, they're just waiting for the ending.”
Pausing I ask, “You published the book, doesn't it have an ending?”
Throwing her arms around my neck she coos, “It didn't before but it does now.”
“The ending...is us?”
“Mhmm,” she says licking her lips.
“I fucking love you, sweet.”
“Show me.”
Willing and able to do just that, we were walking back toward the estate hand-in-hand to get our fuck on in private when we watch Travis throw his arm over Pablo Jones's shoulder and say, “You do know what Los Poon means right?”
The next scream we heard was Travis after Pablo Jones shot him in the foot.
'The best adventures are the ones you don't see coming'
Five years later...
It's funny how life works.
You set goals, you struggle, win some, lose some, yearn for a life of adventure and when it happens, when life favors you, it's everything you thought it would be and more.
So so much more.
The people I've met, the wild adventures I've had...
All led me to the love of my life.
Tip toeing out onto our lodge style deck, I take a moment to myself and appreciate the good fortune we've been given. Truly. Our lives are so sensational, you'd think they were made up.
We've been blessed with family, health, wealth, and world travel. We've made the most of all the moments. Together.
Quietly, I pad over to Ty, bending over to kiss his forehead. Opening his eyes, he looks at me like he always does. Like I'm a gift from God himself. I know because my eyes reflect the same.
“Did you and Mom-Diva have a good brunch, sweet?” he whispers, careful not to startle the natives.
“We did, baby,” I smile warmly at the keeper of my heart.
“Will it be on the news?” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes. Between Ty and Travis, it was hard to say who got the biggest kick out of our mother-daughter antics.
“No baby,” I promise this time.
“Care to join us?”
“I thought you'd never ask.”
Nestling into his side, I immediately calm, placing a hand on his cock.
“It's been a long time since I've fingered you without an audience, sweet.”
When shrieks of Mommy and Daddy fill the air, I smirk at my man reminding him, “You fingered me at dinner last night, Ty.”
“What does fingering mean, daddy?” asks our three year old daughter, Wendy, as she stretches.
“Is it this?” our three year old son, Michael, asks sticking his fingers up his nose.
Seriously, he just needed a reason.
“No,” declares our other three year old son, John. “It's this!” and shoves his thumb in his brother’s eye.
“It's this,” declares Ty who starts tickling me all over which was all the prompting our kids needed to attack me.
“Nice save, husband,” I say between laughs because I was seriously ticklish.
Oh yes, we named our triplets Wendy, Michael and John.
Just like the characters from Peter Pan, we plan to raise them to be like us.
To never grow up.
Luckily, we have more than enough love to make sure that happens.
Because oh the adventures we have planned...
Fifteen years later...
“Make them stay, Ty,” my wife weeps into my chest.
“It's time, sweet,” I assure her.
“It's never too late to start grounding them,” she sniffles, wiping her nose on my shirt.
“They're eighteen,” I say gently. “And they're ready, baby.”
“But I'm not!”
Tilting her chin up, I stare into her beautiful eyes and as always, lose myself to her.
The love of my life.
My wife.
Mother of my children, best friend, partner in crime, and soulmate.
For months since our kids graduated from high school, Diva has been building up to this breakdown. Honestly, I was barely holding on by a thread myself but my wife needed me to be strong.
So I'd be strong.
For her.
Diva and I have an amazing bond with our triplets.
They were our world.
But it was time for them to find their own way in life and knowing we've given them adventures, opportunity, and memories is the only thing that kept me from crying with her.
Because our kids were going to do big things.
So here we stood, in our driveway surrounded by moving vans.
One for each of our babies.
Or rather, our baby-adults as my wife calls them.
Wendy, my mini-Diva was attending Hawaii Pacific University to study Oceanography.
Michael, our thinker and strategist was attending University of Michigan to study business.
John, our thrill seeker and grey hair catalyst, joined the Army and was focusing on becoming and explosive ordnance disposal specialist. (Neither of us were jumping up and down about that one)
Needless to say, today wasn't easy for either of us.
And as much as I want to do as she suggested and ground them, I won't.
Because it was their time.
Plus, I was primed to have my wife to myself again.
We'd earned that.
All these years later, our spark never fizzled. It burned just as bright today as it did when we met.
Diva grows more stunning each day and I still can't keep my hands off of her.
We still fuck at every opportunity and with years of practice and lack of inhibition, our sex life is one for the record books.
Kissing my bride's nose, I whisper, “You're ready, sweet.”
“Nope,” she says clutching me tighter.
“Sweet,” I say turning her to face our kids who were also showing signs of staying behind to make their mother happy. “Look at them.”
“They're so beautiful,” she says wiping her eyes.
“They're ready, baby. You gotta give them the green light or shit's about to go sideways.”
Steeling her spine, she stands tall and proud for her children announcing, “Time's up! You ain't got to go but you can't stay here!”
“Where'd that come from?” I ask on a chuckle.
“Zip it,” she warns with side eye. “It was that or attach myself to them.”
The first to come forward was Michael. While he was extremely intelligent he was also a momma's boy at heart. Staring at the ground, because he hated to see his mom sad, he mutters, “Don't worry, mom. I'll call you every day. I'll text you when I--”
Yanking him into a fierce hug my wife awes me by saying, “You'll text me when you can but I'll know that in the in-between you're having the time of your life.”
Getting in on the action, John throws his arms around Diva and says, “Love you, mom.”
“Love you, baby,” she says pulling him tighter. “Love all my babies.”
Hanging back was Wendy. Her mother to a T, it was clear she was struggling. In fact, it was my wife w
ho stayed on her about Hawaii because our daughter wanted to stay close to her mom.
To home.
Looking up, Diva notices like she always does and says, “It's a group hug, baby girl, we can't finish it without you.”
Like a bow was snapped, Wendy lurches forward, grabbing on to her mother for all she's worth.
Until their senior year of high school, our kids rarely spent time with their peers, always preferring family to friendship. But neither their mother or I was going to allow that for long. Because until Pablo Jones and Los Poon, Drew and Axle at The Hole and her crazy author friend K.S., Diva and I didn't have many friendships.
And now that we do, we know the importance of them and made sure our children do too.
Wiping my daughter’s tears, I kiss her forehead and then my woman's lips.
Nodding at each of us, which was her way of prepping herself, she looks at her family and says, “The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
With red eyes John says, “Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”
With tears pouring down her face Wendy whispers, “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
Michael as always, just observed. But I could tell if he spoke a word, he'd lose it.
Staring at my wife, I quote my favorite verse from Peter Pan just as I have for over fifteen years, “Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough.”
My wife, my kids, yeah...
That's living.
D-Day
Pablo Jones of Los Poon
Every year, Dahlia and her family came to visit.
For eighteen years, they never failed to keep their promise.
My men and I looked forward to our week with them. The adventures we all shared and the chaos only she could provide. Let's not forget the triplets. Her children were the best versions of their parents. I loved them like they were my own.
I would willingly give my life for theirs.
They were precious like their mother.
From the moment I first saw her, I was in complete love.
That day she searched herself for a way to spare my feelings, I allowed Cathohlisism to be the excuse she needed to be set free.
While I loved her deeply, she wasn't meant to be a kingpin’s wife.
She was meant to be wild.
Fuck, she was meant for her man, Ty.
All these years later, I've still never recovered and Ty knows it but he knew in his soul that she belonged to him and only him. I was not competition and never would be.
That same man became my friend, best friend, next to Diva.
Their children became my family, my men’s family.
And as much as I am happy for her, each time she leaves she takes a piece of my heart with her.
Diva Cole would always be the one who got away.
But Dahlia? Well, she would live in my heart forever.
So I would settle for being her best friend and do it with the gold tooth smile she loves.
Dahlia may not love me as I do her but she does love me and it's enough.
So as I stood in the background, watching as she and Ty let their children go off to live their lives, despite the sadness she felt, I found myself loving her even more.
Because Diva, my Dahlia, has always put those she loves ahead of herself.
And the fact that she asked me to be here today?
To say my own farewells...
Fuck.
I loved this family.
More than she will ever know.
With her daughter buckled into her van, Diva throws herself into my arms and says, “Thank you, Pablo Jones.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I ask squeezing her tighter. I could never hug her enough.
“For loving me.”
“Dahlia...” Fuck, she was too observant.
“For loving my children,” she says squeezing me back. “For loving Ty.”
“I don't love Ty,” I groan as manly as possible.
“You do,” she insists. “You do because he loves me.”
“You could do better,” I say with sarcasm to hide my own hurt.
“I have loved two men in my life, my husband and you,” she says shocking me into silence. “I understand seeing me hurts, but I also know not seeing me would hurt worse. I'm sorry that I'm too selfish to let you go but, baby?” she says wiping her eyes. “I can't not have you in my life. You have to know you're one of the best parts of it. I'll never forget our time together. We were magic and I will cherish it, cherish you, always. You're my best friend, Pablo Jones.”
“As you are mine, Dahlia,” I say lowering my hand for an ass grab opportunity. But just as my palm neared nirvana, Ty growled menacingly and I gave him my best gold tooth smile.
“Hate to kill you after these all these years,” Ty says yanking me in for a man hug.
“I fear your wife more than I fear you, American.”
“You're still standing by being Mexican aren't you?” he asks crossing his arms over his chest. To this very day, not knowing my ethnicity drives him nuts. “Motherfucker, you have blonde hair and blue eyes.”
“Ty,” Diva laughs beautifully. “He's seeing our daughter off to college. I don't care where he comes home as long as she's safe.”
“Sweet,” he groans. “You need to stop enabling him.”
“Meh,” she waves him off. “I can't help it, he's adorable.”
After kissing Dahlia on her cheek and bumping knuckles with Ty, I turned away ready to do as I promised.
See Wendy to her destination, safely.
As I passed them to get into my vehicle, I get Ty's attention when I take my shirt off.
“The fuck?” he says shaking his head in disbelief once he sees it. “You have an Ohio State Buckeye tattoo?”
“It compliments my golden skin, no?”
“Oh come on!” he yells throwing his hands up. “You're from Ohio?”
“Disappointed?”
Grunting, which is his second language, he stomps away and when I look at my Dahlia two things happen. First, I take my discarded shirt, rubbing the temporary ink off and the second was, Diva winking at my victory.
The woman really was a temptress and thanks to her idea, I finally got one up on Ty Cole.
Satisfied with that, I returned the kiss she blew and found my spot in the motorcade.
As I watched Diva and Ty wave us off from the rearview mirror, I decided it was good to be Pablo Jones, Leader of The Pussy.
Mothers Daughter by Miley Cyrus
Act Up by City Girls
Go Fuck Yourself by Two Feet
Heroes by Peter Gabriel
Egypt, Egypt by Egyptian Lover
Men All Pause by Klymaxx
Freak-A-Zoid by Midnight Star
Moon River by Frank Ocean
Supercut by Lorde
Silver & Gold by Wild
Don’t Wanna Be Your Girl by Wet
Villain by Noah Reid
Beerbongs & Bentleys by Post Malone
Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday by William Bell
Girl Code by City Girls
Tempo by Lizzo
Treat Me Like Somebody by Tink
Story Of My Life by Social Distortion
Many years ago, there was a tomboy who grew tired of hearing she couldn't do what the boys were doing.
So, she decided to do it anyway.
She also decided that she would work hard to do it better than they did. Sometimes she succeeded. Often times she failed.
But the one thing that stuck with her was:
Girls could do anything
Later in life, that same tomboy, now a grown woman, started to write. Stories about sisterhood, empowerment and romance. Fantastical stories that feature strong and capable women.
She doesn't write to prove herself to anyone.
She writes because in her imagination anything is possible.
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