Malt Me (Liquor Cabinet Series #1)

by D. L. Gallie

  Sarah places the coffee and muffin on the bed trolley. I fill her in on all that went down this afternoon. When I finish, I look up at Sarah. Her mouth is hanging open and she has a shocked look on her face, “Fuck me dead, said Foreskin Fred.”

  “Seriously, Mike is rubbing off on everyone, but I agree. How did we not know?”

  “I’m totally speechless. Umm, how’s Mike doing? He must be devastated.”

  “Jordan is heading to be with him now.” I sigh, “He saved me Sarah.” A lone tear escapes my eye.

  Sarah leans over and gives me a gentle hug. “Poor Mike, I’m guessing that’s where Jordan was off too? I passed him on my way in, he seems happy that I was here.”

  “Yeah, he doesn’t like leaving me alone at the moment. It’s frustrating, I just want ‘me’ time, but there is always someone around. At least you have been giving me space.”

  Sarah looks agitated when I mention that she hasn’t been around much, but I can’t query her any further as Dr. Greene enters my room.

  Sarah says goodbye, and says she will pop round tomorrow when I’m released. Leaning over, she gives me another hug and leaves. Once she closes the door, Dr. Greene starts up the ultrasound machine; thankfully everything is fine with our munchkins.

  Nurse Tara comes in and gives me an endone for the pain, which should help me sleep. Taking the tablet from Nurse Tara, I swallow it down. I’m so exhausted that I fall into a deep sleep and don’t wake until just before sunrise the next morning. I’m stiff and sore, but I’m feeling good mentally, but not physically. Physically, I hurt all over.

  My breakfast tray has just been cleared and in walks Jordan and Mike. Without thinking, I jump out of bed. I wince in pain because I did it too fast, but I need to hug Mike. “Thank you, Mike. If you hadn’t got there when you did, I would not be here today. I’m sorry that I have caused all of this.”

  He kisses my cheek and hugs me again. “Kenz, this is not your fault. I’m just glad I got there when I did. Seeing her on top of you will be etched in my mind forever.”

  We end our hug and Mike helps me back to bed. “Besides Jordan has agreed that I get free beer for life. I mean that’s the mandatory payment for saving you, and Mac and Cheese.”

  “Did you just call my babies, Mac and Cheese?”

  “Yep, Mac and Cheese.” He bends downs and whispers. “Hey Mac and Cheese, Unky Mike will also buy you beer when you’re bigger. Well I’ll get it free from your dad; he does own a brewery and all that other shit.” He looks up at me and we all start to laugh.

  6 months later …

  Today is the day that we get to bring our babies home from hospital. Rory and Indi were prematurely born at thirty-two weeks. My blood pressure spiked, it had been gradually getting higher but Dr. Green wasn’t taking any chances.

  The last two months have been hectic. We’ve been juggling our time between the hospital, the brewery, and being at home occasionally to sleep.

  Our girls are beautiful; they both have dazzling blue eyes. Rory has golden blonde locks like me, while Indi has curly sandy blonde hair like her dad; we still don’t know where the curls come from though.

  Jordan has been my rock through everything, and now as a family, we get to head home together, for the first time.

  We sold the house we renovated, as it held too many uncomfortable memories. We bought a brand new brick home closer to the brewery. It still has a beer shed for Jordan to tinker at home, because he’s not one to sit still. It has four bedrooms, ours with an ensuite and a humongous walk-in-robe, which rivals Carrie’s from the Sex and the City movie. It has an office with a full wall of book shelves, that I may have filled, a guest room, media room, and an open plan kitchen/dining/living room, which leads out to a spectacular timber patio area that overlooks the most amazing pool area.

  Jordan even built a cubby house for the girls, not that they will be able to use it for a few years yet, but there was no stopping him. He would do anything for his girls, me included.

  Smiling, I fondly remember a time when I was five months pregnant. Jordan and I were closing up at the brewery one Saturday night, everyone had just left and I was quite horny. I was a total nymphomaniac when I was pregnant. I couldn’t get enough. I never thought I’d see the day that Jordan would tell me to back off, but that happened on quite a few occasions. I had finally treated myself and bought some maternity lingerie from Hot Mumma and it had arrived.

  Leaving Jordan out at the bar, I went into our office to tally the books for the night when I started to get that tingly feeling down below. I also realised that we had yet to christen the office; that thought only turned me on even more. That morning I decided to wear my new lingerie, and Jordan had yet to see it, so I stripped off. Lying down on the office couch, I was wearing my new navy and vivid blue microfiber bra and matching undies. I waited for Jordan to come and find me.

  My heart was racing as I was hoping that he wouldn’t reject me, again. I knew it had been a bit much but I couldn’t help it, those hormones were making me crazy. While waiting, I fell asleep, but I was pleasantly awoken to the feeling of Jordan running his fingers over the fabric of my undies. I moaned in pleasure as I rolled onto my back. Opening my eyes, I found Jordan standing there in only his boxer briefs and his eyes were full of lust. Sitting up, I kissed along his chin towards his delectable lips; I licked his lower lip before taking it into my mouth and sucking. I coaxed his mouth open, before plunging my tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it like a lollypop. I immediately felt my undies getting wetter from that kiss. I pulled back and whispered, “Make love to me, Jordan.”

  He stood up and pulled his boxer briefs down, his cock sprang free. I flicked my tongue out over the tip as I grabbed onto his shaft and started stroking from base to tip. I took his cock deeper into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to take him completely. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, so I scraped my teeth along his shaft before sucking him back into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as I was sucking. Before long, I felt the first spurt of hot salty cum hit the back of my throat. Sucking him dry before releasing him, he lowered his head and kissed me. He carefully lowered me, so I was lying down to the couch.

  He kissed down my neck, sucking my breast through my bra before lowering the cup and biting my nipple. With his other hand he massaged my other breast and I moaned. Since becoming pregnant, I have loved having my breasts sucked and massaged, even more so than before. He reached around and unclasped my bra, lowering the straps before flinging it aside. He attacked my nipples and breasts with such vigor that my orgasm ripped through me without warning. I was still wriggling in ecstasy when he ran his hand down my body and rubbed my pussy through my now soaking, wet undies. He lifted the material to the side and ran his finger up my slit, before slipping it in. He was still sucking on my nipple when I felt him add another finger, and I let out pleasurable moan.

  Jordan pulled back, removing his fingers, and I cried out, but he grabbed the top of my undies and quickly removed them. He then buried his face in my pussy. He nibbled and sucked on my clit. “Ohh, Jordan,” I moaned, he then used his thumb and started massaging my clit. I could feel my orgasm building as he plunged his finger in, before sucking on my clit again. He slipped in another finger, causing my orgasm to peak, as I crashed and tumbled over the edge.

  Once my tremors stopped, he kissed his way up my body; paying attention to my breasts before he kissed me on the mouth. That kiss was hot and heavy, the taste of my juices still on his lips. I felt his cock at my entrance and I lifted my hips as he penetrated me in one thrust. Due to my growing belly that was uncomfortable so he pulled out. He helped me up as he sat down and I lowered myself onto his rock hard cock.

  I got up onto my knees and I rode his cock like I was a jockey in the Melbourne Cup, impaling my self deeper and deeper each time. He grabbed my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, leaning forward and sucking occasionally. I threw my head back and moaned when I felt my orgasm er
upt like a volcano, moments before Jordan released his seed deep inside of me.

  I eased myself off his lap and I sat on the couch next to him. I looked over to him and ran my hand down the side of his face. “I love you, Jordan McRoberts.”

  Smiling he looked over to me and leaned into my palm, turning his head to place soft kiss there, “And I love you, Mackenzie Louise McRoberts nee Merlot.” He placed his hand on my belly and gently rubbed. “Mac and Cheese, I love you guys, too.”

  Yes, Mike’s weird and wonderful name had stuck for the twins; even Dr. Green was using that name.

  We’ve just arrived home from the hospital, and for the first time, it’s just the four of us. Finally as a family, we are under the same roof.

  I’m standing in the doorway to the nursery staring at our beautiful girls, who are sound asleep in their cots, and I could not be happier.

  Even though the road to this point was rough and definitely bumpy, I would not change a thing. I am, whom I am today, due to what has happened to me. It has taken me a while to accept that, but there is no point in worrying about things that I cannot change.

  I’m Mackenzie Louise McRoberts nee Merlot,.

  I’m strong,

  I’m a survivor.

  2 months later

  It’s been eight months since Clint and De-Niece tried to ruin our lives for the last time, but for me it’s been eight months of growth. I’ve been through so much in regards to Clint, but with the help of my family and friends, I’m a much stronger person now.

  There are no more pity stares, people treat me like the Kenzie from before any of this ever happened. In addition, I now have two adorable little girls to dote on as well. People finally see that I am strong.

  Everyone is over for a new tasting session. They are all laughing and having fun, but I look over to Mike; he’s here but not here. As much as he won’t admit it, I know he is having a difficult time accepting what happened.

  I really wish he would let someone in. I see it in his eyes as I have been there before. He is struggling to move forward. To an extent, I think he blames himself, but there only two people to blame: Clint and De-Niece, and neither of them can hurt us anymore.

  Mike used to talk to me about it, but he has closed himself off again. I worry about him and want my friend, Mike from before back.

  Taking someone’s life has an adverse effect on you and how you see the future. I know it did for me. Without the support of Jordan, Mike, Sarah, and Jeannie, I wouldn’t be coping as well as I am.

  Mike helped to save me, now it’s my turn to help save him.

  THE END!

  Mike’s story will continue in Tequila Healing

  (Coming early 2017)

  First of all I want to thank my husband Troy for giving me the courage to write this book. I had been tossing around the idea for a while and without your support I don’t think I would have started to write this.

  To my friend, Amanda Browne. You were the first person to read Malt Me and your feedback has been muchly appreciated. The wine is on me when we next catch up.

  To the following authors for your words of encouragement throughout the writing process and answering all of my menial questions Rebecca Rohman, Pepper Winters, Jodi Perry, Anita Gillham, Lyssa Layne, Elle Brookes, BJ Harvey, Amo Jones, TJ Hamilton, Michelle Dare, Angel Justice and Michele Stratton.

  To my beta readers Amanda, Amy, Beth, Crissy, Elizabeth, Heather, Michelle, Patti, and Vicci thank you for taking a chance on me and for giving me super honest feedback. I really appreciate it.

  My editor Karen, thank you for taking the time to turn my baby into something amazing. After round one edits, I’m surprised you are still talking to me. You are not only my editor, but also a friend and I appreciate everything you have done for me on the authoring journey.

  Murphy from Indie Solutions, you designed me a cover that I absolutely love and it fits the story perfectly, the first time I saw it I cried. You are a rock star, thank you, thank you, thank you.

  Elaine York from Allusion Graphics, even though I haven’t seen it finished yet, I know it’s going to be amazing. Thank you for making the inside of my book look just as pretty as the outside.

  To my sister Tara for all your medical mumbo jumbo clarification and making me sound “smart” and my characters seem professional.

  A special thank you to, Anita Gillham for allowing me to reference your series within my book and for your guidance and encouragement throughout the writing process.

  PSST. Her books can be found on Amazon #JustSayin

  …And lastly, you, the reader. Thanks for taking a chance on an unknown author.

  Israel’s Son – Silverchair

  Barbie Girl – Aqua

  …Baby One More Time – Brittany Spears

  Nothing Else Matters – Metallica

  Dream On – Aerosmith

  Lanterns – Birds of Tokyo

  Runaway – The Corrs

  This Life – Curtis Stigers

  Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs

  Stronger – Brittney Spears

  Crazy – Seal

  Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

  I Don’t Want to Be – Gavin DeGraw

  Wash it All Away – Five Finger Death Punch

  Light My Fire – The Doors

  Romeo And Juliet – Dire Straits

  Until We Burn In the Sun (This Kids Just Want A Love Song) – Bedouin Soundclash

  Come Fly With Me – Frank Sinatra

  Shut Your Mouth – Garbage

  Addicted To You – Avicii

  Walls Fall Down – Bedouin Soundclash

  Lose Your Way – Sophie B. Hawkins

  Never Tear Us Apart – INXS

  Take Me To Church – Hozier

  Halo – Beyoncé’

  Love Shack – The B-52’s

  Pachelbel: Canon in D Major – Johan Pachelbel

  (Everything I Do) I Do It For You – Bryan Adams

  This playlist can be found on Spotify.

  https://open.spotify.com/user/1254969568/playlist/43ez9662SkDJDBW12sCPIf **

  I’m from Queensland in Australia but I have lived all around the world. I’m currently living in Gladstone with my husband and two kids. I’ve been with my husband since I was 16, and even though we drive each other nuts at times, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

  I got back into reading just after I had my son and with some encouragement from my husband I started to write, and now the voices won’t stop.

  I enjoy listening to music, drinking white wine in Summer, Red wine in Winter, beer all year round, I won’t say no to a cocktail either (specifically a margarita), reading and now writing.

  Tequila Healing, Book 2 in the Liquor Cabinet series

  Mike Mustange was always the life of the party and happy go lucky. That was until his girlfriend did the unthinkable to his closest friends.

  Apart from the odd hookup, he has sworn off women, forever.

  That is until Savannah Blac gets a job at his local.

  She has wormed her way into his broken heart; he can’t get her off his mind.

  Savannah “Sav” Blac is new to town, running from a past that she hopes never catches up with her. She takes a job tending bar at ‘The Black Dungeon”, hoping to keep everyone out.

  She didn’t count on meeting Mike Mustange.

  He has wormed his way into her guarded heart; she can’t get him off her mind.

  Together, can these two lost souls heal each other? Or will they be lost and alone forever?

  The Liquor Cabinet series

  Malt Me

  Tequila Healing

  Wine Not

  Krazy Cocktail

 

 

 
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