Malt Me (Liquor Cabinet Series #1)

by D. L. Gallie

  Hearing Jordan moan turns me on even more, so I pucker my cheeks and take him deeper than ever before. His balls tighten, just as I feel my orgasm starting to build, sucking him harder as my climax reaches boiling point. The first spurt of hot salty cum hits the back of my throat just as my orgasm bursts forth. Writhing in pure bliss, as my climax continues to surge through me; I continue to suck him until I’ve milked him dry.

  Rolling off Jordan, we lie next to each other, hearts racing, breathing labored, blissfully happy. Once our heart rates have returned to normal, and our breathing settles, I stand up, pull my undies down, unhook my bra and flick it at him. Turning around I say, “I’m gonna get a shower and then we can go.”

  Before I take a step, Jordan grabs me around my waist, throws me onto the bed and straddles me. “I don’t think so, wifey, I want to be buried balls deep inside of you and have you screaming my name at the top of your lungs before we go anywhere.” His mouth is on mine before I get a chance to reply.

  With our tongues melding together; I start rubbing my already throbbing pussy on his leg. The friction is hitting the right spot, so I shamelessly rub faster. I start to feel my orgasm building when Jordan pulls away. He licks down my neck, across my shoulder blade and down to my breasts. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, while pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger before swapping to the other breast. He licks and kisses his way down to my sopping wet pussy. He caresses my clit with his thumb and my hips start to buck, then he rubs a finger up and down my slit before slipping it inside. Still massaging my clit with his thumb, he whispers, “You’re so wet, baby.”

  “Mmhmm” is all I can manage, as I’m lost to the feeling building inside. Reaching out, I start to massage and twist my nipples as Jordan adds another finger. Then I feel his mouth sucking my clit. “Fuuuuck, I love your mouth.” I feel the fireworks explode and I am lost as I tumble over the edge screaming his name, as I climax for the second time this evening.

  I’m lying there sated, when Jordan begins to kiss, lick, and nibble his way back up my body. Tugging on his hair, I urge him to move quicker, so I pull him towards me. Kissing him deeply, our tongues gently caressing each other’s. Both our juices mix together, creating an intoxicating blend, which turns me on even more. Before I have time to register, he enters me in one swift motion. We both start rocking back and forth, our hips meeting thrust for thrust, our pace gradually quickening. Lifting my leg over Jordan’s shoulder, his cock hits that magical spot. I whisper, “I’m close.”

  He reaches down to rub circles on my clit. “Come for me baby.”

  After a few more thrusts we both topple over the brink as one, each murmuring the other’s name, as we ride out our orgasm together.

  I’m still shaking when he lowers my leg and collapses on top of me; we just lay there together until our breathing evens out. Lifting my head, I look into his eyes and get lost in a sea of green. All of a sudden I register that Jordan is talking to me. “What?”

  With a laugh he replies, “Wow, where did that come from?”

  “When I came home and saw all this, I just lost control, sorry.”

  “Don’t ever be sorry for that, feel free to do that anytime, Kenz. Fuck, that sixty-nine was awesome, it’s one for the vault on the nights that I’m all alone.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself,” I giggle. “I guess we better get showered. I’m kinda starving now, and I’d kill for a beer.”

  “How did I get so lucky to get a hottest girl in the world, who also just happens to love beer as much as me?”

  “Luck and my clumsiness come to mind.”

  “And you couldn’t resist my ass.”

  “And all these years later, I still can’t resist that perfect tight ass of yours…” Leaning over, I kiss him deeply, loosing myself as I kiss the man of my dreams. Before things get too heated, I draw back suddenly. “….and on that note, we better get a move on, cause I don’t think Guzman would allow us in dressed, or not dressed, like this, and this lady needs a beer and a burrito.”

  “You had me at beer, baby.” Climbing off the bed, I put my hand out to help him up. Once we are both standing, I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him again. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Kenz.”

  We both head into the shower and quickly get washed. I’m adding the finishing touches, when there’s a knock at the front door. Mike and De-Niece are here, seeing if we want to head out for a few drinks. I’m just finishing my hair, secretly hoping that Jordan says no, as I’m not in the mood to spend a night with De-Niece; seriously who spells their name like that anyway? When I hear Jordan says, “Awesome, Kenz and I were just about to head to Guzman, wanna join us?”

  “Sounds great, man.” Fuck, I silently scream.

  I’ve finished putting my lipstick on and I walk into the lounge. Plastering on a fake smile, I say, “Hey guys.”

  Mike looks up and whistles, to De-Niece’s disgust. “Looking hawt, Kenz.”

  Jordan whacks Mike across the back of the head. “Stop ogling my wife, asshat.”

  De-Niece chimes in, “Mike, you can’t say that about Mac…Kenzie.”

  “Why not? It’s true. She looks smokin’ hot tonight.” Walking over, I kiss Mike on the cheek, while looking directly at De-Niece, and snarkily say, “And you’re mighty spunky too tonight, Mike.” I wink at him. He envelops me in a big hug and swings me around, and I squeal like a giddy schoolgirl.

  The taxi arrives a few minutes later and we all hop in. On the way to dinner, I discreetly send an SOS text to Sarah.

  Me – SOS!!! Heading to Guzman with Jor, Mike and you know who, please come

  Just as we are taking our seats, my phone beeps; I grab it thinking it will be Sarah and don’t even look at the ID.

  Unknown – you look pretty tonight XO

  Saying to the guys, I’ll be right back, I run off the to the toilets. I lock myself in a stall and sit on the lid. My heart is pounding and my breathing is becoming labored. I need to calm down or I will have a panic attack.

  “Breathe in, breathe out.” I keep repeating to myself. After a few moments, I calm down. I unlock the cubical and I look at myself in the mirror. I say out loud, “I’m Mackenzie “Kenzie” McRoberts nee Merlot. I’m strong and hot, and I’m not afraid.”

  My phone beeps again and I freeze, but this time it’s Sarah. I sigh in relief, as I slide the screen to read her text.

  Sarah – Just cause I love you Josh and I will come save your sorry ass. I’ll have a margarita and it better be waiting for me when I get there

  Before heading back out, I call the hospital and once again, they confirm the Clint is still there. Maybe it was a wrong number. Yeah it was a wrong number, I tell myself.

  Pulling myself together, I head back out. Jordan has a beer waiting for me and he tells me he’s ordered. I tell them Sarah and Josh are on their way. I then head to the bar to order her a double strength margarita and another Modelo bucket for the table.

  By time I get back, Sarah and Josh have arrived. Placing the bucket on the table, I give Sarah her drink and a quick peck on the cheek.

  Whistling as I sit down, Sarah says, “Your lookin hot tonight, Kenz.”

  De-Niece rolls her eyes, and in 4.2 seconds flat, Sarah has managed to make me smile, piss De-Niece off and make me forget about the text.

  It’s about 2:00 a.m. when we leave; Jordan and I manage to get a cab quickly, which never happens in this town. Leaning over, I start rubbing his crotch in the cab; when we get home as soon as the front door is closed, I jump him.

  We start ripping each other’s clothes off and we make it as far as the couch. Jordan sits down and I straddle him, this is fast becoming one of my favourite positions; I love our new couch. Rubbing my pussy up and down his shaft as he tweaks, pulls, and sucks my nipples; I throw my head back in delight as I lift up and impale myself on Jordan’s hard throbbing cock. Gripping his shoulders, I ride him up and down until we both find our relea
se.

  Jordan lifts us up and carries me to bed. He climbs in next to me, and we spoon wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  We are blissfully unaware that we are being watched.

  I’m so glad that my cousin helped me get out of that place, it took a few weeks to arrange but we finally managed it. The plan she came up with was brilliant. I’m so glad to be seeing my Sweetcheeks in person again.

  It has been far too long since I have seen her. Seeing the pictures of her face every time she gets my gifts has been priceless. It’s getting harder watching from a distance but I need to make my reappearance perfect; she deserves nothing but the best. As much as I wish I could tell her that I am back now, I have to play this carefully. Getting put away again would be pure torture.

  I’m watching her hang the washing out at the moment and I’m rock hard. Reaching down, I unzip my fly and I wrap my fingers around my cock. I grip and stroke it, until I blow my load all over the front seat of the car. Smiling, as I cant wait until it’s my Sweetcheeks doing this and not me.

  “Soon, Sweetcheeks, you and I will finally get our forever.”

  The past six weeks have been a mad house, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going most days, but its finally here, today is the grand opening of Malt Me. The last eight months since signing the papers for the building have been hectic. But it has all paid of as opening day is finally here and I can’t wait to celebrate.

  Waking up early, I roll over and no surprise Jordan’s side of the bed is stone cold. He must not have been able to sleep, I know exactly where he will be.

  While I’m having my morning coffee, there’s a knock at the front door. Placing my cup down, I walk over and open the door, but no one is there; just a single sunflower with a note attached to it with barbed wire. Shuddering as I bend down to pick it up, I get that creepy feeling again.

  Taking a deep breath, I read the note.

  Tik tok

  Hurry up

  Dropping the note and flower on the verandah, my heart rate accelerates and I break out in a sweat. I glance up and down the street, but I cannot see anyone.

  This is really starting to freak me out, I know I need to talk to Jordan about it but today is not the day; I’ll tell him tomorrow. I don’t want anything ruining today for him.

  Heading back inside, I change into my charcoal Cue dress pants and white, sleeveless silk button up shirt, adding a silver bracelet and my Diana Ferrari black ankle boots. Once I’m ready, I head over to Malt Me. On the way, I stop at Java Lava and get us some coffee and muffins.

  When I arrive, I find Jordan in the brew house tinkering. It’s what he does when he’s nervous. “Hey, babe, what time did you get here?” I ask, handing him one of the coffees and giving him a quick kiss.

  “The sun was just coming up. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to check and make sure everything is set for today. I just want this to be perfect, Kenz. I never thought this would happen; yet here we are, the grand opening of our brewpub. It all feels surreal.”

  “I know what you mean, babe. In less than five hours the doors will open and we will sell our first beer to our first paying customer. Today is going to be amazeballs.”

  If only we knew…

  It’s 11:00 a.m. and the doors to Malt Me are now officially open. You cannot wipe the smile off Jordan’s face, or mine for that matter. All our nearest and dearest are here to help us celebrate, as well as the locals, who have been a pillar of support since we lodged the redevelopment application with the council.

  We thought there might be some hurdles, but touchwood, everything has been smooth sailing. Jordan and I couldn’t be happier.

  The kitchen are pushing out the orders and the consensus is that the food is amazing. The beers are flowing and reviews, so far, are all positive. After some convincing, I persuaded Jordan to stock wine too, because not everyone likes beer.

  I sneak up to the mezzanine level to get a few minutes to myself to take it all in. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since the doors opened; it reminds me of all the smiling on our wedding day. That was the last time I was this excited, nervous, and happy. I’m seriously on cloud nine right now.

  I’m looking down at everyone enjoying themselves, and I feel proud, we played a part in their happiness. I’m feeling pretty good right at this moment. My eyes gravitate to Jordan, like they always do. He looks just as happy as me. He locks eyes with me, heading towards the stairs; he races up to meet me.

  He strides across the mezzanine level, lifting me into the biggest hug, spinning us around. When he lowers me down, he places the softest of kisses on my lips, which quickly turns heated. I spin away before it gets any further; after all, as the owners we have to be professional and shit. Jordan heads back down stairs and I stay a little longer; he can sense I need a time-out.

  After a few minutes of taking it all in, I do a quick speech, since I have everyone’s attention. Managing to thank everyone for coming today and all their support, as usual Jordan pipes in, but I don’t mind at all as I could not be happier.

  After everyone toasts us, I decide to head back down. I see Jordan smiling and waving for me to come down. Heading towards the stairs I take another look at all that we have achieved, when something by the front doors catches my eye.

  I look again and I see Clint standing there, smiling directly at me. He lifts his hand and blows me a kiss. I stumble and before I know it, I’m stumbling down the stairs. I vaguely hear someone yelling, “Kenzie!”

  Then it all goes dark….again.

  When I come around, I’m lying on a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance; my whole body is aching and everything feels foggy. Lifting my hand to my head, I take a deep breath, I hear Jordan but I can’t see him; I start to panic. “Jordan, Jordan!” I shout.

  “I’m here, baby.” Hearing him but still not being able to see him, my panic starts to increase. He pops into my line of vision and the floodgates that I had been suppressing open. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t tell you.” I’m sobbing by now and cannot catch my breath. “I’m so sorry, I…I...I didn’t want to worry you or ruin today.” By now there are tears and snot running down my face.

  Jordan is holding my hand. “Shhhh, don’t cry. It’s okay, you’re okay. Look, they are taking you to the hospital to check you over. You just tumbled down a flight of stairs and bumped your head a few times.”

  “Don’t leave me. I can’t do this again.”

  “Do what?”

  “Clint’s back.” I start sobbing again.

  “What?” he bellows.

  The ambo interrupts us, “Sorry, guys, we need to get you to the hospital.”

  “Hang on a sec.” He turns to Mike. “Can you wrap up here and then meet us at the hospital, please?”

  “Sure, man, whatever you need. You look after our girl, I’ll get here sorted and meet you there.”

  Looking at Jordan, I can see all the questions running through his head. Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Jordan, I ruined your special day by keeping this from you.”

  Jordan takes my hand and hesitantly asks, “What else has happened?”

  “You know about the flowers. This morning I got a Tik Tok note with another bunch of flowers. I was going to tell you tomorrow as I didn’t want to ruin today for you.”

  “Kenz, you should have told me. We need to go to the police; you could have died today. I won’t let him hurt you again. I made you that promise, all those years ago, and I still mean it now.”

  Once again the tears flow down my cheeks, I’m so sick of crying, I’ve become such a girl lately, crying at the drop of a hat. Clint really has rattled me.

  I’m not me anymore, I think to myself.

  The ambo interrupts us again, “Okay, you need to rest now, your blood pressure is still elevated, which is a concern. We’re almost there, but for what it’s worth, your husband is right. You could have really hurt yourself today. It sounds like this guy is crazy.”

/>   “See, even the ambo agrees with me.” Jordan looks at me with raised eyebrows in an ‘I told you so’ way.

  “Fine, I’ll go to the police when I am finished here.” Jordan smiles and I see him mouth, ‘Thanks,’ to the ambo.

  We pull up at the hospital and I am taken into an exam room. A few moments later, the doctor walks in. He asks me what happened and I tell him. He then checks me over and wants to send me for a MRI scan to make sure everything is okay. I’m still feeling nauseous and keep getting black spots when I try to sit up, but on a good note my blood pressure is back to normal. They wheel me off for the scan; while Jordan waits in the room they have just moved me into. I tell him to call everyone and let them know I’m okay.

  When I get back the police officers from the other week are in my room talking with Jordan. Once I’m settled in bed and comfy, well as comfy as you can be in a hospital bed, all attention is turned to me. “Your husband is telling us that you think you saw Clint MacNicholson today, and you’ve received another package?”