by D. L. Gallie
Now that the reno is done, Jordan and I can concentrate on our next dream, opening our brewery, Malt Me. If it had not been for my attack, Malt Me would be up and running by now, and it would be super successful. I just know it’s going to be successful.
With the last piece of furniture coming through the door, we are officially moved in; thank firetruck for that. I’ve come a long way in the last two years. For a while there I was lost, but I have the support of my family and friends; but most of all I have Jordan. He is my rock. I honestly don’t think I would have survived this the second time, if it were not for him.
The only major DIY injury I sustained was severe blisters on my hands from removing the glued lino-on-lino that was on the old kitchen floor; ohh and a broken ankle when I was taking empty paint tins to the bin. That was twelve weeks that I never want to go through again. The only good thing about my broken ankle was all the reading that I got done.
Jordan and Mike have just hooked up the stereo system, and I head down to the shed and pour three beers. Coming up the back stairs, I walk in as Mike and Jordan are laughing their asses off. I can’t help but smile, it’s nice to see him relaxed, for a change.
Handing them their beers, I raise my mug and say, “A toast, to finally moving in.”
Jordan adds, “Cheers to that. I guarantee you, we are never doing that again, tell me again why I let you convince us to do this?”
“Well, it looked easy on The Block, ohh, and you love me.”
Mike clears his throat and says, “As long as you keep brewing stuff like this, asshat, I’ll hang around. This is the bomb, Jor.”
Quickly I jump up and yell, “Jordan, never make this one again if it means we get rid of Mike!” Winking at him as I walk into the kitchen to get us some snacks. It feels so good to relax and be happy again.
I’m bending down in the pantry, to get out the platter, when Jordan walks over and places his arms around me and says, “I love you, Mackenzie McRoberts. I can’t wait to christen every room in this house.”
Mike interrupts, “Hello, I’m still here.”
“There’s the door, don’t let it hit you on the way out!” I shout as I wriggle out of Jor’s arms and go to the fridge to get out the cheese, olives, and salami.
After placing it all on the platter, we head to the side verandah and sit at the high-top table with timber-backed chairs and super comfy chocolate brown cushions, which match the window surrounds.
Jordan heads down to the shed to top up our beers. We hang out for a few hours, relaxing and just being us.
“I’ll catch you later guys, and Kenzie, it’s good to see you smiling again.”
Jumping off my chair, I give Mike a big bear hug, and whisper, “Thanks for everything, Mike, you have not only helped me but you’ve been there for Jor when I couldn’t be. I’ll never be able to repay you for that.”
“You can pay me in beer,” he whispers, I can’t help but laugh.
Mike heads inside to get his phone and keys, and on the way out, he yells, “Later, assholes!” before slamming the front door. Just as Jordan and I both yell in unison, “Don’t slam the door!”
Jordan takes the pizza boxes out to the bins after dinner, and I relax on my uber comfy, charcoal grey suede corner lounge with chaise at one end, and recliner at the other. I look around at all that we have done to this place, and I smile. We have done a brilliant job, if I do say so myself.
Jordan walks back in and his smile is just as big as mine. He leans over the back of the couch, gives me a peck on the forehead, and says, “It’s so great to see you smiling again; I finally have my girl back, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Looking up at him I say, “It’s all thanks to you, baby.”
He jumps over the back of the couch and pushes me back so I am lying down. He lies on top of me before crashing his mouth to mine. Our tongues fighting it out as my girly bits start to tingle. Jordan pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “Now, about christening this place.” He leans down, I close my eyes and he places a kiss, just under my ear. “I” kiss “think” kiss “we” kiss “should” kiss “start” kiss “right” kiss “here” kiss.
Opening my eyes, I look into his mesmerising green ones; before I can reply, his mouth is on mine again. Any coherent thoughts I have evaporate, and I lose myself in Jordan. Wrapping my legs around him, I intensify our kiss when I feel his hands slide under my magenta singlet and cup my breasts. My nipples immediately peak, and he pushes my shirt up further and sucks on my nipples through my lacy bra. This man knows exactly how to pleasure my tits, I think, as I moan at the sensation escalating between my thighs. With his other hand, he wriggles my shirt over my head and slides my shorts down.
Lying on the couch in just my bra and undies, his eyes wander over my body and darken with lust. He quickly removes his shirt and then crushes his lips against mine once again. I start to wriggle under him and rub my hands up and down his back, eventually cupping his ass, squeezing and guiding him closer to me. Sliding my hands around, I work his button free. In one go, I get his boxer briefs and cargos down far enough that I use my feet to push them down the rest of the way and nudge them off completely. Reaching down, I cup his balls and grip his shaft, stroking him from base to tip, while rubbing myself on his leg.
He manages to get my bra undone while I’m shimming out of it, he works my undies down my legs. He slowly crawls back up my body and in one swift motion; he fills me completely, pulling back out before slamming back in. I bend my knee, allowing him to get deeper. We move into a steady rhythm and before I know it, I’m plummeting over the edge as my orgasm bursts through me. I feel Jordan’s body tense and I know he isn’t too far away. A few thrusts later and Jordan shatters as his orgasm takes hold.
We lie there in each other’s arms before I say, “Jor, you’re squishing me. Let’s take this to the bathroom to clean up, and if you’re up for it, old man, maybe round two.”
He lifts up and looks into my eyes. “Old man? Really?”
We both giggle; he helps me up and wraps me in a bear hug, before throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman, slapping my ass, and carrying me into the bathroom. We christen the bathroom twice, before falling into our newly built bed, courtesy of my man. We christen our bed and bedroom before we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, blissfully happy.
It was a perfect evening for the first night in our house.
Look at how happy that bitch is? She so does not deserve to be happy; her breaking her ankle was karma of the best kind. Clint lost his shit when I told him that she broke her ankle, but not as much as when I told him that she married pansy boy.
To this day, I don’t know what Clint sees in her. She must have a magical, hypnotic pussy or something. I just don’t see it. For Clint’s sake, I hope that when this is all said and done that he is happy with this bitch.
After what this bitch has done, my cousin deserves happiness. If being with her makes him happy, then I will help him anyway I can, that’s what family does for each other. He was there for me when I needed him and now it’s my turn to return the favour. That’s what family does for each other.
The local florist is going to love me with all the sunflowers that I will be delivering on Clint’s behalf.
Time to put THE final plan in motion
Thank God, we have finally finished renovating and are now completely moved in. It’s good to see Kenz so happy and relaxed again. Finally, I have my girl back and I could not be happier. If I had known renovating, looking after Kenz, and getting Malt Me started would have been so tough; I wouldn’t have let her convince me to do this.
I must admit, it is pretty awesome to see all our hard work and effort pay off; we have a magnificent and unique house. Kenz did an amazing job picking colours and coordinating everything, that woman continues to amaze me.
Looking at the shiny polished floors, I’m glad she convinced me to sand and polish the floorboards; they look gorgeous and really add character to the
house. Her squeal when we lifted the old carpet up to find the blackbutt boards underneath, in amazing condition was priceless; she was like a kid in a candy store. Only a few had to be repaired, but as Kenz reminds me, it’s a forty-year-old house and they give it charm and charisma; as does the half V-Jay walls with feature belt rail, Colonial skirting and cornice, and plantation shutters. I’m so glad I managed to convince Kenz to put them in, as they really are amazing.
I’m relieved today is over, because I hate moving. I cannot thank Mike enough for helping us get everything moved today. It was also nice to have a few chillaxed beers with him before chilling with Kenz.
We decided on pizza for dinner, as neither of us could be assed cooking. After a day of moving furniture, beer and pizza was definitely called for.
After having my way with her on the couch, and again in the shower we fall into bed absolutely exhausted. She falls asleep immediately and I lie there staring at her. Kenz is amazing; she has been though so much yet she’s so strong.
I will never get my fill of this woman. She is my life. I will do anything to protect her and give her the happily ever after that she deserves.
The next morning, Jordan cooks me his famous bacon and creamy scrambled eggs on my new stove. Yes, he christened my stove before I did. However, Jordan’s eggs are to die for; like Masterchef winning good, so I was happy to allow him to christen my stove.
After breakfast, we both head down to the shed to set up the new kegging and bottling system. We only set up the brewers and filtering system while renovating, as we needed the space for renovating materials.
Ducking back upstairs I grab my surprise for Jordan. He has worked his ass off to get this house finished, and he has been my rock. Now that it’s completed, it’s time for Jordan to be in the spotlight, for a change, and for us to have some fun.
Skipping back into the shed, Jordan has his back to me as he places a canister on the shelf. I wrap my arms around his waist and say, “Babe, don’t get mad but I did something.”
Jordan turns around, wraps his arms around my waist and eyes me questioningly. “I know that you said when the house was done we’d concentrate on getting this all up and running but…” He tries to interrupt me, as usual. Stepping back, I put my finger over his lips. “And that’s why I did this…” I hand him the package and watch him as he registers what it is
“Is that what I think it is?”
“It sure is, baby, it’s our registration for the four day Black Gold Premium brewing course at the Coleuses Brewing Company in Melbourne, including flights and accommodation. I also got us two House of Red Bull tickets for the F1 on Saturday and Sunday. If we are lucky, we will be able to meet Colton Daniels.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, we fly out Sunday lunchtime.”
“Oh My God, Kenz, this is the best surprise ever, even better than the Oktoberfest surprise. As much as I was looking forward to having some downtime, this is seriously…I’m speechless, its just amazing. I love you so very muchly, woman.”
“I know. I am pretty awesome.” I wink at him. “So…wanna christen your beer cave?” I look seductively at him.
“Are you trying to be sexy again? You look like your having a fit,” he laughs.
“Screw you, asshole.” Walking past him I look back over my shoulder and seductively murmur, “Well, I guess you don’t wanna see what I got online from Victoria’s Secret then.”
Before I can make my getaway, Jordan picks me up, and I’m on my back on the black fake leather couch. He is nipping and nuzzling my shoulder, while his hands are rubbing me ever so seductively in all the right spots. “You mentioned something about Victoria’s Secret?”
I look up and his eyes are full of heat, and I have a pulsing beginning between my thighs. My breathing becomes short and fast, my heart racing. “Maybe, why don’t we swap positions and I might show you…if you’re lucky.”
Before I know it, I’m on my feet, and Jordan is sitting down, staring intently at me; his eyes filled with desire and lust. Taking a step back, I lift up the hem of my emerald green, halter sundress, but I drop it back down. Hearing Jordan exhale in frustration, I reach behind and undo the tie at my neck. My dress falls to the floor, and I am standing before him in a pale pink strapless bra with black trimming and matching boy legs.
Jordan rakes his eyes over my entire body; I have never felt so sexy in my life. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous. Come here, woman, so I can worship your body.”
Swinging my hips from side to side, I walk back over to the couch and straddle his lap. My mouth is on his before he has a chance to reply. Pulling him closer; I escalate our kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. Rubbing myself on his growing cock, I feel it becoming harder by the minute. His hands graze up my sides, cupping my breasts and squeezing, before moving around my back. He swiftly works my bra free, exposing my tits to the air, my nipples immediately pebble. I let it fall away without breaking contact, our tongues melding together to become one.
Jordan lets out a moan, “Kenz, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna blow my load.” Standing up, I slide my undies down, while Jordan quickly strips out of his cargos and boxer briefs.
Straddling him again, I rub myself over the end of his thick pulsating shaft, “Please, Kenz, fuck me now,” he whispers, so I lower myself over him, rubbing the end of his cock on my drenched pussy. Slowly I slide down his length, taking his hard cock deep inside me as I begin to ride him.
Jordan pinches my left nipple and takes the right into his mouth and sucks. I throw my head back as the pleasure courses through my body. My pace quickens and I lean forward to kiss him again; our kisses become more aggressive. “Jor, I’m gonna come are you with me?” I don’t wait for his reply as my orgasm flows through me, my entire body tingling. I feel Jordan’s body tense and together, we ride out our orgasms.
We sit with our foreheads touching, our breaths slowly returning to normal. “Seriously, Kenz, are you trying to kill me? Four times last night and just now. If I’d known finishing the house would have unleashed this side of you, I would have finished it a year ago.”
Laughing, I give him a passionate kiss before standing on shaky legs and getting dressed. “Jordan, you just bring out my inner devil…remember when we first started dating? Well, I think that your lil’ sex kitten is back.”
Jordan shakes his head and says, “Well, yeay for me.” We both laugh. He stands up and we both finish getting dressed. Once clothed, he kisses my forehead and we continue to unpack and set up the remaining brew stuff.
A few hours later, I look over and Jordan is leaning against the stainless steel bench that houses all the brew ingredients and he is smiling. He must feel me looking at him as he looks towards me, and smiles. “Kenzie, thank you for everything. You seriously are awesome. Thank you so very muchly for smashing into me on the first day of college.”
Winking at him, I reply, “That smash was my pleasure.”
Okay, so I thought I knew a fair bit about beer and brewing, but I actually know jack shit. This course has opened my eyes up, I am now so much more confident about moving forward with our brewpub. I seriously cannot thank Kenz enough for this. After this course, I am certain that between the two of us, we now know everything that we need in order to open and run Malt Me.
The F1’s are phenomenal, the best two days ever and the best way to end the week. Hearing the roar of the engines, as they as they buzz past you in excess of two hundred kilometers an hour, it’s deafening, it’s thrilling, and it’s Goddamn awesome. These driver’s really are talented; to drive at the speeds that they do and on such a tight course, wow, just amazing. Watching them on TV does not do them justice; up close and personal is so much better. We even manage to meet Colton Daniels, getting photos and an autograph, which is a super highlight for Kenz and me.
On the plane home, I tell Kenz that I’d love to get my hands on the co-op just out of town, but the old fart who owns it has already turned me down once, maybe this time
will be different. Please, beer God’s, help a guy out.
I’m on such a high right now; I can’t wait to get back into my cave.
We are having a tasting at our place this weekend; it will be amongst our closest friends. We will be asking them to rate the names and see what they think of the beers. Jordan has just ducked out to pick up the food from the caterer, and I’m doing a final tidy up, getting everything ready for tonight. I’m really nervous for Jordan.
I’ve just stepped out of the shower, and I’m standing in the kitchen, wrapped in a bath sheet, having a glass of water when all of a sudden all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, like someone is watching me. Looking around I can’t see anyone, I tell myself I’m being paranoid, I’m the only one here.
As quickly as the feeling appears, it disappears just as quick, so I head back into our bedroom to finish getting ready. I put on my favourite ass-hugging jeans and an emerald V-neck singlet, slipping on my sparkly thongs to complete my outfit. After applying my lipstick and one final check in the mirror, I head down to the shed to make sure everything is set.
As I’m walking down the stairs, a navy blue car slows down as it passes our place and the creepy feeling from earlier is back. A car horn beeps and they quickly take off. Jordan then comes zooming into the driveway. Getting out of the car, he looks up at me, standing on the stairs and smiles. “Hey, sexy lady.”
Smiling back, I race down the stairs, run up to him, jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist; I envelope him in a hug, just having him near makes me feel safe. Placing me back on the ground, he lifts my chin and quietly asks, “What’s up, Kenz?”
Taking a deep breath, I tell him about the feeling inside and the blue car just now. He doesn’t have an answer for the chills but he says, “Most people slow down to have a look at the house. For so long, we’ve been ‘the house that will never finish.’ Naturally, people are intrigued now that it’s complete. I’m sure it was nothing and they were just sticky-beaking. You called and checked with the hospital last week and Clint is still safely locked away.”