Malt Me (Liquor Cabinet Series #1)

by D. L. Gallie

  I look at him inquisitively, “You asked Mum’s permission?”

  “Yeah, it’s the right thing to do,” he replies, as if I asked him to pass the chips.

  Again I can feel myself smiling, a genuine smile not the fake plastered on one I have been wearing recently. Looking over at him with such love in my heart I say, “You are amazing, Jordan McRoberts, how did I get so lucky?”

  “Well your clumsy ass kept bumping into me, so I thought for my safety I should ask you out.” He looks up at me with a sneaky grin.

  “Hardy har har, asshat.” I can’t help but smile again. I realise that for the first time in weeks I don’t feel scared and it makes me smile even more.

  Jumping off the bench, I walk over to where he is and I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder just like I used to. I breathe him in and sigh, “I’m sorry for pushing you away, Jordan. I’m sorry for letting you down.”

  He tilts my head up and looks me in the eyes. “How did you let me down, Kenz?”

  “By letting him take me, I’m such a failure.” Lowering my head again, that happy euphoric feeling is quickly disappearing. The fear and weakness comes crashing back.

  “Kenz, look at me.” Lifting my head, I look up and I see nothing but love in his eyes. “I’m only going to say this once, you are not a failure. It’s not your fault that some psycho asshole douchcanoe fuckwit did unspeakable things. You are not to blame, you hear me?” I nod, and I snuggle back into the comfort of his arms, but deep down; I know I’m to blame.

  Pulling away I say, “Can we go snuggle on the couch and watch That 70’s Show?”

  “We can watch whatever you want, Kenz, but I refuse to watch that Kardashian crap.” Laughing I grab his hand and we head to the lounge room. We snuggle together on the couch and watch That 70’s Show for a few hours, just like old times.

  Later that night, for the first time in weeks, I fall asleep, peacefully in Jordan’s arms. I sleep the night through and no bad dreams plague me.

  The next day, Jordan and I call Jeannie, and she makes room for me on her schedule. We meet with her, and just like last time; she makes me see that I did nothing wrong, and that I am strong. I am a survivor and I will get through this; again.

  After we get home Jordan heads to his beer cave and I take a relaxing bubble bath. While soaking, I shake my head in frustration at myself, I really I wish I had been back to see her earlier. She helped me the first time, and after just one session I feel so much better already. I really am lucky to have such amazing people on my team.

  For the first time in weeks, I feel free, liberated, and not scared. Yesterday’s meltdown was exactly what I needed.

  Last night snuggling and watching That 70’s Show with Kenz was amazing. I was starting to feel like I was losing her, but after her hallway breakdown, I think we are back on the right track.

  When I realised she had heard my conversation with Mike, I felt like a piece of shit. While I meant what I said, I never wanted her to hear it. I was just venting. There is no way in hell that I would abandon her. Kenz is my everything. I would do anything for her, anything.

  Today though, I can see that it was the jolt Kenz needed. As much as it pained me to see her breakdown like that, it was the push she needed to start her recovery. I’d been pestering her to go and see Jeannie, but no one tells Kenz what to do; she’s quite stubborn. I’m so glad that she decided to go back and see her therapist. She worked wonders the first time around, and after just one session, I can see that this time will be just the same.

  After her appointment, I suggest that we stop at the Java Lava for a coffee, but I see the hesitation in Kenzie’s eyes, so I don’t even wait for her answer and we head straight home.

  We get home and she heads upstairs to have a bath and read one of her dirty books. Leaving her alone, I head to the beer shed and start working on a new pale ale. The last one was not quite right, so this time, I have used different hops. I hope and pray to the beer god’s that it works.

  Once all the new ingredients are in the wort tun, I turn off the lights, lock up, and head back upstairs. Just as I get upstairs, Kenz is coming down the hall, still rubbing cream into her arms. She looks up at me. “Hey, baby, how’d you go?”

  Smiling back at her, I say, “All good, got the new pale down, and I hope to God it tastes better than the last one. Do you wanna watch some more That 70’s Show before bed?”

  “Actually, I think I’d like to watch The Walking Dead, if that’s okay? I’m also going to open a bottle of wine, would you like a glass?”

  “I’d love one and Walking Dead sounds great.”

  Kenz gets out the bottle of white and I grab the wine bucket and two glasses. Then we snuggle on the couch, drinking wine and watching Walking Dead.

  Smiling, I realise, that things are starting to feel like they are back on track again.

  6 months later…

  Our wedding day is the best day of my life, and the wedding night is one I will not forget anytime soon. Jordan and I are married on Hayman Island with our closest friends in attendance. It’s just Jordan and I, Sarah and Josh, and Mike and his latest floozy, De-Niece.

  It is absolutely perfect.

  Our parents were upset not to be included, but as I explained, I don’t want a big fuss anymore. We each had our special one-on-one time with them for specific wedding related items. Mum and I had a lovely girls’ day out the day I found my wedding dress. Jordan and his dad went golfing together one day, where his dad passed on the secret to a happy marriage. Apparently, Jordan just needs to remember two very important phrases, “Yes dear,” and “You’re right.”

  The morning of our wedding, Sarah and I get ready in her suite. Jordan and I had to give up our room, as Mike and Sarah have a surprise for us; if Sarah wasn’t involved I would be scared. Who knows what Mike would get up to on his own? Actually, leaving those two to their own devices IS super scary.

  I’m in the bathroom and yell out to Sarah to give me a hand with my dress. My dress is a Collette Dinnigan original; it’s made from beautiful French lace with cap sleeves, a low V-back with scalloped lace edging and three layers of silk lining. It comes with a gorgeous detachable belt that has small pearl and bead detail. Leaving my hair down, I curl it and wear the tiara that Mum wore when she married Dad.

  It’s ten to three, so Sarah and I make our way down to the beach. When I get to the archway, Pachelbel: Canon in D Major starts to play and I know that’s my cue. Taking a deep breath, I start walking down towards Jordan. Stumbling, when my foot gets caught on my dress, I look up and everyone is laughing, tripping on my wedding day is so me.

  Glancing up, I look towards Jordan and get lost in his emerald green eyes. It’s in this moment that I know that this is it for me; there are no butterflies in my tummy; this is where I’m meant to be.

  I’ve never been happier, and I’m pretty sure the smile that is currently on Jordan’s face is a mirror image of mine.

  It’s a quick ceremony, and before I know it the celebrant is pronouncing us husband and wife. Jordan dips me and we have our first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. McRoberts. It’s the second best kiss of my life. The best being my first kiss with Jordan after our first official date. It was a kiss from the movies: it was sensual, erotic, and it left me breathless.

  As we sign the registry, Nothing Else Matters by Metallica starts to play. Mike yells, “Fuck Yeah!” We all laugh, trust Mike to swear at a pivotal moment on our special day.

  After the ceremony, we have a few quick photos and then we head to the restaurant for a relaxed reception. They place us at a table in the back of the restaurant. The table is laced with sunflowers and tea light candles; it’s absolutely breathtaking.

  The bubbles are flowing and the food is to die for. After dinner Mike asks everyone to follow him; we are walking down a pathway that is lined with tea light candles. As we get closer to the beach, Lanterns by Birds of Tokyo starts playing. When we get to the beach, we look up and there a
re hundreds of paper lanterns floating in the sky. On the sand is a big love heart, lined with candles, with J and K in the center.

  Looking over to Mike, I see him smiling. I’m pretty sure that the smile I have on my face is just as big as his. Letting go of Jordan’s hand, I walk over to Mike and give him a hug. No words are said but none are needed in this moment. After the incident, Mike and I have a newfound relationship. It’s one I will treasure forever, and this gift has left me speechless. It’s so enchanting, something right out of a fairytale.

  The next song to play is, Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams. Jordan asks me to dance, placing my hand in his we walk to our heart. We stand in the middle and lose ourselves to the music. I look over and see that Sarah and Josh, and Mike and De-Niece, are also dancing now. We all dance for several songs, drink the bubbles, and enjoy the night together.

  After walking into the room, Jordan lifts me up, and carries me over the threshold; I can’t help but giggle. He places me down just inside the door, and I place a quick kiss on my husband’s lips. I love saying husband. We turn around and there are, what feels like, thousands of tea light candles flickering and sunflower petals strewn on the floor, making a pathway to the bed.

  Turning to Jordan, he is staring at me. “Mackenzie McRoberts nee Merlot, you are the most beautiful bride that I have ever seen. This dress is absolutely stunning, and I cannot wait to see it on the floor.”

  Blushing at what he says, I look up into my husband’s eyes and in a low sultry voice I whisper, “Well, what are you waiting for, husband?”

  “Absolutely nothing, wife.”

  He pushes me up against the back of the door and kisses me senseless. This kiss is the most romantic kiss of my life; it leaves me lightheaded, my lips tingling when Jordan pulls away. I wrap my arms around his neck and I drag him in closer. I lift one leg up and wrap it around his thighs, his hands roams up my leg and over my garter. I shiver in delight as his hands inch higher up my thigh. He groans into my mouth when his fingers reach my undies, and he feels how wet they are.

  He rubs my slit through the silk of my undies; I moan and rub myself on his hand. Lowering my leg, I spin around, lifting my hair, and without prompting, he carefully undoes the clip at the top. He places feather light kisses across my shoulder blade as he lowers the zip. Carefully, I lower the straps down my arms, wriggling my ass, my dress falls down, the lace and silk pillowing out at my feet. Turning around, I face my husband in nothing but my tiara, silk undies, silver heels, and a beaming smile. Jordan’s eyes roam over my body; I have never felt sexier in my entire life. “Fuck me, Mrs. McRoberts, you are fucking beautiful.”

  Carefully stepping out of my dress, I step towards my husband, “You, my husband, have far too many clothes on for me to really appreciate you.” As I reach him, I rip open his dress shirt. Pearl buttons fly everywhere, and I make quick work of removing his shirt. Reaching forward, I undo his belt and lower his zipper. Slipping my hand inside for a quick squeeze before I push down his pants and boxer briefs in one swift motion.

  Kneeling down, I take his thick throbbing cock in my mouth. Licking from tip to base and back up again, while squeezing the base of his cock; I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper into my mouth. With my other hand, I massage his balls while I bob my head up and down, sucking and licking his pulsating cock. His balls tighten in my hand and I feel his cock tense. Just before he comes, he lifts me up by my shoulders and kisses me deeply. He pulls back and cradles my face is his palm. “Kenz, the first time I come with you as husband and wife will not be in your mouth, it will be together as one.”

  Leaning forward I kiss him again; I drape my arms around his neck and raise my leg, wrapping it around his waist. He grabs my ass and lifts me up. I wrap both legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass. Our kisses becoming frenzied as he walks us over to the bed. He gently lays me down on the bed, and then hooks his fingers into the sides of my undies and slowly works them down my legs.

  Grabbing my ankle, and ever so slowly, he kisses his way along my calf, up my thigh and across the top of my mound. I think he’s going to suck on my clit, but he pulls back and spreads my legs wider. He bends down and finally licks my slit. Starting at the bottom, taking his sweet time, he slides his tongue to the top, before sucking on my swollen nub. My back arches off the bed as he twirls his tongue around and around, sucking, licking and gently nibbling my clit. Gripping the sheets, I throw my head back in ecstasy as my orgasm starts to build. Arching my back further, I thrust and grind my pussy onto his face. He licks down, spreading me open wider as he slips in a finger. Pulling out his fingers, he smears my wetness all over my pulsating pussy.

  His tongue darting in and out of my pussy is mind-blowing. He inserts two fingers this time and finds that magical spot deep inside. As I run my hands over his head, I gently massage his scalp, tugging on his hair; the tingling in my pussy intensifies. I’m writhing in ecstasy when he inserts a third finger and sucks on my clit. Gently blowing on my sensitive nub, as his fingers scissor in and out of me. I scream Jordan’s name when he sucks on my clit, as my orgasm detonates, like fireworks going off on Australia Day. My body vibrates from head to toe, as my orgasm takes over my soul; it’s the most amazing feeling, ever.

  As I am coming back down to earth Jordan kisses and licks his way up my stomach, over my nipples, up my neck, and along my jawbone. Gently nipping on my earlobe before he eases back to look at me; I see nothing but lust and hunger in his eyes. Closing his eyes, he leans forward to kiss me, and that kiss takes my breath away. I can taste myself on his lips and it ignites the fire deep in my belly once again.

  Wrapping arms around his neck, I bring him closer to me and I guide his cock between my legs. He gently eases into me, before pulling out and slamming back in. I lift my hips to give him better access and spread my legs further apart. I have never felt Jordan so deep inside of me; I moan into his mouth and kiss him deeper. Meeting him thrust for thrust, Jordan reaches down between us and starts to rub my clit as I tighten my legs around his waist. My pussy muscles clench his cock tighter, as we tumble over the edge, and orgasm together, for the first time as husband and wife.

  Jordan rolls off me and I snuggle into his side. We lie together, both catching our breath. I run my fingers over his chest and nipples, back and forth until I feel his nipples harden. Rolling onto my side, I rest my head on my palm and I look into his beautiful green eyes. “Wow, Mr. McRoberts, that was just…wow.”

  “You’re not wrong there, Mrs. McRoberts.”

  He reaches out to brush a tendril of hair behind my ear and whispers, “I love you, wife,” before kissing the tip of my nose.

  “I love you too, husband.” Leaning over, I kiss him. Shuffling towards him, I deepen the kiss, pushing up so I’m straddling him. Rocking my hips, I feel his cock growing beneath me as I continue to grind my pelvis onto him.

  He sits us up, wrapping his arms around me as I wind my legs around his waist. He bends down to take my breast into his mouth, alternating between sucking my nipple and massaging my breast, while twisting and tugging my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger; which he knows I love.

  Pulling up I gently lower myself onto his hardening cock; I push him back so he is lying down and I ride him. Throwing my head back as that tingling sensation starts to creep all over my body, I keep riding him, rocking my hips faster and faster. Arching my back, I reach down to rub my clit while playing with my own nipples. “Kenz, that is so hot.” Rubbing and circling my finger faster; the sensation on my clit becomes overwhelming and my orgasm quickly ruptures through my body. At the same time, I feel Jordan’s balls tighten, and he releases himself inside of me for the second time tonight.

  Collapsing onto Jordan, I lie there for a few moments before I roll off onto my back. Jordan leans over and kisses my cheek and whispers, “Good night, Mackenzie McRoberts,” but I’m already fast asleep.

  The next morning, I wake up to Jordan’s cock pushing between my as
s crack and him nibbling my neck. Grinding my ass into his cock, I throw my leg over his hip and guide his cock into my pussy. His hand snakes around and he starts to tweak my nipples. Letting out a contented sigh, I turn my head to kiss him. He starts thrusting into me quicker, and I reach down and rub my clit, sending myself over the edge. I keep thrusting and Jordan soon releases inside of me.

  Rolling over to face my new husband, I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, husband, that was a wonderful way to wake up.”

  “Good morning, wife, I’m happy to wake you up that way for the rest of your life.”

  “Mmhmm, I won’t say not to that.” I snuggle into him and soon we both fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

  After a horrible start to the year, Jordan has managed to turn it around and into one that I will never forget.

  I am Mrs. Jordan McRoberts. I’m blissfully happy and safe…for now.

  18 months later …

  Today is the day that we finally move in to the house we renovated and I’m sooo excited. We stripped the old Queenslander back to bare frame, removed a wall, added internal stairs, and started from scratch. Repainting the outside a deep brown with reddy-brown surrounds, we added beautiful French doors that lead out to an extended verandah, which runs the length of the house. There are timber stairs that lead directly to the beer shed and a paved undercover entertaining area which leads out to the grassed backyard and inside to the family room, laundry and internal stairs.

  Jordan insisted on putting a shed in straight away and I’m glad we did. Having an ice-cold beer at the end of the day after renovating, especially in the summer when it was hotter than hell, was beertabolous. I’m pretty sure this is why the renovation took so long as he’d tinker with his beers rather than renovate but Jordan really knows how to make a great beer. I cannot wait until we can share his babies with the world.