Stand Off

by Jamie Begley

  “Finally.” Casey kissed his mouth jubilantly. “I was beginning to think you weren’t attracted to me anymore.”

  “That wasn’t it. Come on, I have something I want to show you.” Max carried her into his bedroom, coming to a stop when he saw the mess.

  “A couple of the girls may have had a pillow fight. I can’t remember.”

  Max kicked a pillow out of his way, setting her on her feet beside the bed before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a paper, showing it to her.

  Casey took the paper. Staring down at it, she read, trying to blink the blurriness away.

  “I got my test results today. I’m clean. No disease, nothing. I’m the perfect masculine specimen,” he bragged.

  “I don’t understand. You were clean before, so why would it be important to wait until you received a new report…? Oh, God.” A blaze of pain unlike anything she had ever felt shredded her emotions. “You fucked other women without condoms when I was gone.” She ran toward his bedroom door.

  “Casey! Wait, listen to me.” He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her backward as she fought against him.

  When she raked her nails down his arms, desperately trying to get away from him, Max tossed her onto the bed, pressing her firmly into the mattress so she couldn’t wiggle away from him. She beat at his chest with her fists.

  “Cut it out!” Max grabbed her hands, holding them over her head as he pinned her to the bed.

  Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, and Max leaned down, licking them away.

  “I didn’t fuck around on you. I haven’t fucked another woman since I broke up with CeCe.”

  Casey froze in disbelief. “Really?”

  “Really. I’ve only had one woman on my mind for a long time. Even when you left, I almost fucked Crush, but I didn’t.”

  Casey winced at his bluntness before his lips gently worked their healing magic, dissolving her anger and leaving her pliant underneath his body.

  “I wanted to show you those papers before we were together again to prove that you could trust my word. I wanted to prove I wasn’t hiding anything from you like before. That way, when I asked you to marry me, you would accept.”

  “Are you proposing to me?” She loved the big man who was staring down at her as if he was worried she wouldn’t agree.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I accept. I love you, Max.”

  “I love you. I’ve already asked the kids’ mothers if they can all go for a weekend at the beach next month, and we’ll take Cole. Mugg can come and help with the kids, so it will be just us. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds like you got it all planned. Why so soon?”

  “Because, if you count up the months we’ve been together, except for the months you left, it’s been six months, and I’m not going to take a chance on losing you.”

  Casey had always assumed the loving man above her was confident and sure of himself, but the uncertainly showed in his eyes now.

  Her hands cupped his face. “You’re never going to lose me. Just promise me one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “When we have kids, they won’t have Max anywhere in their names.”

  “I don’t know… it’s kind of become a thing.” He slid his hands under her silky gown, jerking the small panties until they ripped.

  “I just bought those,” Casey protested halfheartedly, wiggling her hip as she heard Max unzip his jeans.

  “I’ve always liked the name Maximus.”

  “God, no.” She shuddered as his dick slid inside her, her thighs clenching on his sides.

  “How about Maximo? We could call him Mo.”

  Casey arched under his driving thrusts, unsure if it was the pot or Max that was making the bed shake so hard. She gave a tortured gasp when his lips latched on to her nipple through the satiny material. “Not even a snowball’s chance in hell.”

  Max curled his hands behind her knees, lifting them and pressing them to her sides as he rose above her. The metal balls added friction as he sped up, nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.

  It wasn’t long before Casey screamed as she came, biting down on his shoulder as she thought for a second she might pass out from the pleasure wrenching through her body.

  Max’s climax was just as violent as he lifted her ass off the bed and lost control enough to nearly topple them to the floor. He barely managed to straighten them before they fell.

  With what little strength she had left, she managed to scoot up and lay her flushed cheek down on his chest. She mumbled something, barely able to keep her eyes open from the aftereffects of being high and having sex with Max.

  He lifted his head at her mumbled sentence. “What did you say?”

  “I said I could live with Maxwell.”

  Epilogue

  Casey nervously entered the coffee shop, wanting to turn around and run rather than face the four women waiting inside for her. Taking a deep breath and straightening her shoulders, she assumed a confident air as she approached the table of women glaring at her.

  “Hello,” Casey greeted the mother’s of Max’s children. The only one she was acquainted with was Maxton’s mother Ginger. She recognized the others from the pictures their children had shown her to prepare her for this meeting. All four children had been openly worried that their mothers would rip her to shreds. Casey was, too, but was determined to follow through with the meeting she had arranged.

  Sitting down between Maxie’s mother Sassy and Maxim’s mother Mila, across from her was Ginger and then Randy’s mother Blaze.

  “So, why did you want to meet?” Blaze’s belligerent voice had Casey shifting uncomfortably on her seat. She made herself calm, remembering the children’s faces when she had left them at home with Max.

  “I want you all to know that my brother Cole and I are living with Max now. During the children’s visitations, we will be present.”

  Casey licked her dry lips, grateful the waitress brought her a glass of water before taking their orders. When she left, Casey continued, “I will not interfere in yours and Max’s parenting strategies. I don’t know where Max and my relationship is headed, but—”

  “I’ll tell you where it’s headed… for the shitter,” Blaze stated contemptuously.

  “Possibly so, but we’re going to give it a shot, and I’m more than willing to talk about any concerns you may have. I’m hoping we can become better acquainted and eventually friends.”

  The women stared at her for a moment. Then the questions began.

  “How old is Cole?” Sassy asked with a sharp gaze.

  “Cole is thirty.”

  “Why’s he living with you and Max? Can’t he hold a job down?” Sassy’s questions shot out one after the other.

  “Cole lives with me because he is not able to care for himself. He has a cognitive dysfunction resulting from a brain injury.”

  “He’s not a perv, is he?” Sassy’s comment was a stab in the heart.

  Casey lowered her eyes so the women couldn’t see the hurt there.

  “Shut your trap, Sassy.” Startled, Casey raised her eyes to Ginger’s.

  “Cole has the mind of an eight-year-old, so that would be like comparing Maxim to him. No, Cole isn’t a pervert,” Casey said softly, taking a drink of her water.

  “I’m sorry, Casey. I remember Cole. He was a nice guy,” Ginger remarked.

  “He still is.”

  Mila broke the silence by asking, “You going to have a bitch fit every time I call Max to talk to him?”

  “Yeah, Max comes by sometimes to fix a few things around my house. I’m going to have a problem if I can’t depend on Max’s help.”

  “I have no intention of interfering with Max’s and your individual relationships,” Casey stated truthfully.

  “You’re going to trust us alone with Max?” Mila snorted.

  “I trust Max.”

  “Then you’re dumber than I was.” Mila laughed sarcastically.


  “Stop, Mila. We all know Max doesn’t cheat. He may not have stayed with us long, but I never caught him cheating. Did you?” Ginger stared resolutely at the other women. Casey was surprised at Ginger’s easing the way for her with the other women. She had expected her to be the biggest opponent to Max and her living together.

  “I don’t need you playing mother to my kid,” Sassy said, throwing Ginger a back off glance.

  “Why would I do that? They each have a mother who’s doing an excellent job. The children are all healthy, well-behaved, and loving. You’ve all done an excellent job. I’m the one worried about screwing them up.

  “I know this sounds lame, but I want us to make a place where they can blend into one family when they’re visiting Max. I was lucky I had Cole. We’re very close. With Maxi, Maxton, Maxim, and Randy, my only goal is that they continue to share a loving relationship. Brothers and sisters are important. When no one else has your back, family does. I just want to earn my own place in their world…” Casey’s voice trailed off as the four women stared at her.

  Ginger gave her the first real smile she’d had since sitting down at the table. “Well, girls, I guess it won’t be long before we have another one to add to our play group.”

  Casey shook her head, laughing. “I’m not pregnant, and I don’t plan on having children anytime soon.”

  While the women burst into laughter, the waitress gave them strange looks as she sat their coffees down in front of them.

  “I give her a month before she’s knocked up.” Sassy smirked.

  “Nope, at least a year. She’s smarter than us.” Ginger blew on her coffee.

  “One thing is for certain: the baby won’t be named after Max,” Casey said with certainty.

  Mila shook her head. “You can’t break the chain. It’s bad luck.”

  “Max is his road name, isn’t it?” Casey asked. “I could do a form of his real name and still keep the chain going. Do any of you know his real name?”

  The women all stared at her in sympathy.

  Blaze said pityingly. “Fred Everett.”

  “Max isn’t so bad.”

  * * *

  “Well, this is awkward.” Penni nudged her in the stomach with her elbow.

  “No, it’s not. We’re a blended family,” Casey countered.

  Penni lifted her paper cup toward the group of women staring a hole through Casey as she stood in the kitchen, watching everyone playing in the backyard pool that Max had installed a couple of years ago.

  “I think they want to blend something, that’s for freakin’ sure,” Penni drawled.

  Casey smiled in the direction of Max’s exes, as Penni had made no attempt to lower her voice.

  Since her marriage to Max, the mothers of his children had decided it was in their best interests to give her husband more time with his kids. He had gloatingly told her that the subtle hint that he had acquired an attorney had them loosening their rigid control, though Casey believed it was more than likely the wedding band on his finger.

  “Where did you three disappear to last week?” Casey asked casually, reaching for a carrot stick to nibble on.

  “We went on vacation with my brother, Shade. Want to see a picture?” Penni’s phone was always attached to her. She swiped the screen and raised it, pointing the picture in her direction.

  “Don’t, Penni!” Sawyer made to grab the phone, but Casey snatched it from Penni’s grasp, prepared to tease Sawyer about whatever picture of herself that she was too embarrassed for Casey to see.

  Casey lost all thought as she stared down at the picture of the woman smiling back at her from the screen. She was surrounded by Sawyer, Vida, Penni, and all their children. Her violet eyes were shining while she held a small child—her own, from the resemblance—and the man seated beside her was gazing at her as if she was the most precious thing in life to him.

  “It’s okay, Sawyer.” Vida took Sawyer’s arm, keeping her from taking the phone.

  Casey’s eyes rose, seeing the fear in Vida and Sawyer’s expressions. Penni had paled, sensing she had done something terribly wrong.

  Casey glanced back down at the picture before handing it back to Penni.

  “It seems as if you all had a good time.” Casey’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “I need to check on Max.” She left them staring after her as she stepped out onto the back porch, sliding the door closed. Then she walked to the end of the deck and leaned against the railing. Her hands clenched the smooth wood as she looked toward Cole, who was jumping off the diving board.

  He would have found joy in knowing the little girl he had tried to help years ago had found happiness. The Cole she had grown up with was gone forever, but in his place was intrinsically the same person—a kind and loving man. If he had been given the choice to save himself or someone else, Cole would have put himself second. Casey accepted that. Of course, like all families that had to deal with challenges, the choice hadn’t been theirs to make.

  Shaking those thoughts away, a smile tugged at her lips. The backyard was filled with family and friends who were celebrating Max’s birthday. The pool was practically overflowing, with several of the Predators prowling around, keeping an eye on everyone’s safety.

  At first, she had been terrified of having a pool; however, the safeguard of the fence with not one but three alarms installed by Max had swayed her, and the enjoyment the children and Cole got from it had proven to be worth giving in to her husband’s coaxing.

  Max was standing beside the table, feeding the apple of her daddy’s eye a bite of chocolate cake. The fifteen-month-old toddler was perched on her daddy’s hip in her poofy dress with a big red flower headband circling her peach fuzz blond hair. She wore her usual pink bandana tied around her neck to catch the drool that constantly clung to her chin. She could rip a bib off in a second with her flailing arms. As a result, the bandana had saved more than one dress, no thanks to the father spoiling her rotten. Joy gazed at Max with the wonder only a child could find, her chubby hands cupping her father’s cheeks as her forehead rested on his. Her little rosebud lips giving her hero a kiss. It was a special moment that was gone to soon when Joy’s attention returned to her second favorite thing in the world. Chocolate cake.

  Casey’s gaze scanned over the rest of the yard, coming to rest on their three-year-old daughter. Her hand was being held by Maxie as they walked toward their father. Sky grabbed her father’s jeans, tugging at his pants. When Max looked down, Sky raised her arms into the air.

  Like father, like daughter; Sky was her father’s special angel. Her large husband’s strength and encouragement had given her the reassurance to quit work and fill their lives with those with cognitive dysfunctions who needed a home, and they had fallen in love with Sky when she had been placed in their home through foster care. Her birth mother had not been able to deal with a child with Down syndrome, so the open adoption had given them all the best of both worlds.

  Max bent, lifting her into his free arm, and the two girls giggled as Max took turns blowing bubbles into their chubby necks. He easily held his two daughters close as Maxie jumped back into the water with a teasing shout at her father.

  Casey smiled, glancing once again at the large group spread out around her. She knew exactly what she was looking at in the backyard filled with family and friends. Writers, poets, and lovers had attempted to describe it throughout the centuries, but it defied description with words. The intangible feeling that had tears of happiness clinging to her eyelashes would never be able to explain the full wealth of its meaning. To put it simply, this was… love.

  Books By Jamie Begley:

  The Last Riders Series:

  Razer’s Ride

  Viper’s Run

  Knox’s Stand

  Shade’s Fall

  Cash’s Fight

  Shade

  Biker Bitches Series:

  Sex Piston

  Fat Louise

  The VIP Room Series:

  Teased


  Tainted

  King

  Predators MC Series:

  Riot

  Stand Off

  The Dark Souls Series:

  Soul Of A Man

  Soul Of A Woman