Dangerous Kiss

by Michelle Love

  Hilda hands me a towel. “Wipe your tears, Lexi.”

  I take the towel. “Thanks, Hilda. So, what do you think of our guest?”

  She laughs. “He talks like the lizard from that insurance commercial, doesn’t he?”

  I nod. “He’s a riot. It’s so hard for me to believe he has no woman in his life. He’s so handsome and charming, with such a great sense of humor. The twins love him already.”

  “It was so funny how they recognized him from the television and started jumping around and singing his song they love so much,” Hilda says and laughs.

  The mention of the twins has them running into the kitchen. Both take a leg and hold it as Zane screams, “She’s my mommy!”

  “Uh uh,” Zoey screams. “She’s mine, not yours!”

  Wiping my hands on the towel I reach down and pat their little heads. “I’m the mommy of both of you, and the little baby who’s in my tummy. Now stop fighting, you two. You’re about to be a big brother and a big sister, so try acting like that, okay?”

  Zane takes a step back and looks up at me. “I’m gonna be Zakk’s big brudder and Zoey can be his little sister, cause I’m biggest!”

  “Nu, uh.” Zoey shouts as she goes and gives her brother a slight shove. “I’m biggest and I’m Zakk’s big sister too!”

  “Don’t push your brother, Zoey,” I say. “Tell him you’re sorry.”

  “Oh, come on!” she says as she throws her little arms in the air. “I didn’t even hurt him.”

  “Uh huh, yes you did,” Zane shouts. “You hurt my feelings. Say you’re sorry.”

  Zoey leans forward and sticks out her tongue at him and puts her hands on her hips. “Sorry, little baby!”

  “Mom!” Zane shouts. “Did you hear her? She called me a baby and I’m not one, I’m a big boy. Daddy told me I’m his big boy, so stop calling me that, Zoey! Tell her, Mom!”

  “Do you kids always have to scream every word that comes out of your mouths?” I ask as I take their little hands in mine and take them away with me so Hilda can make the rest of the meal in peace.

  Out to the patio we go, so they can talk loud all they want to. We all hear the sound of the chopper and the kids go into full-blown excitement, both shouting how their daddy’s coming back.

  I take a seat at the table and let them run around like maniacs. It’s odd how much energy is stored up in their tiny bodies. I don’t have half of what they have. Max and Kip are grinning like little boys as they get out of the chopper.

  I watch as the guys talk, but they are too far away for me to hear what they say. They laugh and bump their fists together as they make their way to us. The twins go running like the wind to their daddy and Zoey surprises me as she runs right up to Kip, her arms extended, and he picks her right up and places her on his broad shoulders as she squeals with delight.

  All the way over here, I can hear Zane. “Daddy, put me on your shoulders like he has Zoey!” Max does as he’s told, and Zane looks at Zoey and sticks out his tongue.

  Zoey isn’t even looking at him as she runs her hands through Kip’s shoulder length, sandy blond locks that look pretty silky and I find I’m jealous, as I’d love Max to grow his silky locks back out for me to run my hands through.

  As the men approach me, Zoey calls out to me, “Look at me, Mommy. Kips gots me on his shoulders. Mommy, you should feel his hair; it’s soft like my teddy bear.”

  Max takes Zane off his shoulders and laughs. “Your mommy isn’t running her hands through anyone’s hair but Daddy’s.”

  Party pooper!

  Kip puts Zoey down and sits in one of the chairs and she climbs right up in his lap, as if she’s been invited. “Zoey! Leave him alone,” I reprimand her.

  Kip laughs and pulls her up on his lap. “Nah, she’s not botherin’ me. She’s my little pal, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

  She nuzzles her face against his chest and sighs. “Uh huh. I love you, Kip.”

  He hugs her and I laugh while Max frowns. “She’s going to be trouble. I can see it now.”

  Zane frowns at his sister and walks around to climb on my lap which is pretty full of his baby brother, but he pays no attention to the limited amount of space. “Mommy, I love you,” he says as he wraps his little arms around my neck and watches his sister for any signs of jealousy, which I know he hopes she will have.

  She’s oblivious to anyone except Kip as she gazes up at him. Max grabs them a couple of beers out of the outside cooler and hands one to Kip. “Here you go, buddy. So, tell Lexi what you thought of hanging out of the chopper and killing pigs,” Max says.

  Kip looks at me with eyes full of excitement. “Oh, man! It was freakin’ awesome. I was all boom, boom, boom and the pigs all ran like the devil was after ’em and I took out three of ’em and the rest made it to the brush. Then Max ran ’em out and I was all boom, boom and two more lay there, not moving.”

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Yeah, and then I see one of the big buggers was playin’ possum, and it jumps up and runs, but I got him on his way back to the brush. It was gnarly.” He strokes Zoey’s long blonde hair and takes a lock of it in his hand, then looks at me. “They have your hair and their father’s eyes.”

  I smile at him and ask, “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-five,” he answers. “Why?”

  “Just wondering.” I answer. “What age do you plan to be when you settle down and start a family?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon, or maybe ever.”

  “You seem to like kids,” I say.

  “I love ’em. Cute little buggers, they are, but you need a mother for ’em and I’ve not found me one of those, and may not.” He rubs her soft hair to his chin. “Your hair is soft as silk, Zoey.”

  “Thanks. My mom uses baby shampoo on it,” she answers him and closes her eyes as she continues to leave her head on his chest. “I like the sound your heart makes.”

  Kip’s eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

  Max rolls his eyes. “Seems our daughter has found her first crush.”

  Kip laughs and I say, “She could do so much worse than Kip. I think we can let her have her little crush. Since he has no girlfriend to get jealous, after all.”

  I hear the sound of Hilda opening the patio door and we’re told to go inside and eat dinner. Max takes Zane out of my lap and carries him inside and Kip carries Zoey, as she beams like she’s been given a shiny new toy.

  Oh, that girl is going to make us crazy when she gets older!

  Kip

  Behind the steering wheel of Max’s Jag, I sit and wait for him to motion for me to go. He’s invented a bulletproof glass and I’m going to drive by him while he shoots at me.

  This should be exciting!

  With a wave of his hand I take off and drive right at him as he begins to fire the gun at the windshield. I flinch with every shot, but the bullets bounce off the glass miraculously.

  I pull up to where Lexi and the kids are standing and roll the window down. “That was fun. Wanna try it, Lex?”

  She gives me a big shake of her head and I laugh and roll the window up and drive the car into the garage. As I walk out of the garage, Max walks up to me. “Fearless, huh?”

  I nod. “Back at home in Australia, I’ve done scarier things. We have crocs, you know.”

  We walk back towards the mansion and little Zoey runs out to me. The little girl has fallen in love, I’m afraid. I’m also afraid of how much I’m going to miss her and the rest of this little family as well once I have to leave.

  With no family except my parents, this isn’t a thing I’ve done, hanging out with people like this. I never knew what I was missing. Now that I do, I wonder how I’ll deal with my real life.

  Watching how Lexi and Max interact with each other makes me think about how fantastic it would be to have a woman in my life. Someone who gets my corny jokes and laughs at them even though they aren’t funny. Some
one who looks at me like I hung the moon. Someone who is there through the bad and the good times.

  These two have told me one horror story after the next as to what they went through before they finally got things straight and made solid commitments to one another. But I found it surprisingly uplifting to know that it was the hardships that made their love so strong.

  When you know you can get through bad things and still continue to have love for each other, it seems like you may be able to get through life together. Seeing them and being a small part of their lives for this tiny amount of time has shown me there’s more to life than what I’ve thought about it so far.

  Max told me how he was looking for love in all the wrong places and I know I haven’t been looking for love, but I know I won’t find it in the places I hang out in. I’m not interested in finding a model or entertainer, just a normal woman who wants a normal life. I don’t see how I’ll find one of those with the places I go and the things I do. Plus, the fact girls go all goofy over me stops them from getting to know the real me.

  The little angel I’m carrying gives my cheek a kiss and places her tiny hands on my cheeks. “You’re pretty,” she says.

  I laugh. “You’re prettier.”

  Lexi laughs, as she’s overheard her daughter. “Wow. Are you going to be able to live without the constant admiration of Zoey, Kip?”

  I tweak the little girl’s nose. “I don’t think so. You must call me, Zoey, and talk to me when I’m on the road and tired and tell me all the sweet things you always do.”

  “K, I will, don’t worry,” she says, and I give her a hug.

  An idea comes to me and I say, “We have the month of December off from the tour. You should all come out to L.A. to my place. Perhaps for Christmas. What do you think?”

  Lexi smiles at Max. “Los Angeles? Max, I’d love to go.”

  With a shrug of his shoulders, Max says, “Sounds good to me. I suppose your parents will be there, right?”

  I shake my head. “Wrong. They always go to Paris for some damn reason. I’m not the biggest fan of France, so I stopped going with them when I got busy with my music career. I spend most holidays with my mates in the band. With this tour and having to spend so much time with them, I’m sure I’ll need a break from them by then. A nice long one, at that.”

  Lexi runs her arm through mine as we walk into the mansion. “Well, we can’t have you alone on Christmas, so it’s settled. It’s your place for Christmas.”

  For the first time ever, I find I’m excited about the holiday and having a real family to spend it with. “Good. This will be my first real Christmas like in forever.”

  In my head, I’m already picking out the toys I’m going to buy the children and the pretty little Christmas pajamas I’ll get them. It will be fun!

  Alexis

  I sit up in bed, reading a book and waiting for Max to get out of the shower. He and Kip bought motorcycles this afternoon and went on a ride down to Galveston. Apparently, Kips is leaving his here so they can ride together when he has free time.

  Seems we’re going to be doing a lot together from now on and I wish I knew a good girl for him. He’s a happy guy, but I know he has to be lonely and he’d make some girl a great boyfriend. Then, one day, a husband.

  Max makes his way into the bedroom, toweling off his chest and hair as he does. The towel gets tossed over the chair and I find myself sighing. “Can you never hang your towel in the bathroom like every other human being on the planet, Max?”

  He shakes his head. “Then you wouldn’t have anything to gripe about, and what fun is that?”

  “A day without griping sounds fantastic to me,” I say.

  He takes the book from my hands and lays it on the nightstand. “Put that romance novel down and let me show you some real-life stuff, what do you say?”

  I shimmy down into the bed. “I say, yes.”

  The emerald color of his eyes goes dark as he sets them on my lips. My breathing stops as his lips touch mine. Softly, he kisses me as he runs his hand over my hair. The touch of his tongue to my lips has me parting them, then he twirls his tongue with mine.

  He pushes down the spaghetti straps of my silk nightgown then takes one of my breasts into his hand, squeezing it gently. They’re a lot bigger since I’m pregnant and he enjoys them a lot. His lips leave mine, kissing me all the way down until he catches my nipple between his lips and rolls it as he licks it.

  My hands run over his back as his mouth becomes hot on my flesh. He runs down one hand between my legs and pushes my panties to one side as he slides one finger into my vagina, getting it wet. Gently, he slides it back up and over my folds all the way to my clit, which is beginning to swell in anticipation of what he’s about to do to it.

  Softly pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger, it begins to pulse and with him sucking on one breast and squeezing the other, I find myself arching up to him, wanting more. Moving his first two fingers inside my vagina, he places his palm on me as he rubs my clit with his thumb.

  The way his hand is moving on me has me arching up against it with every stroke he makes. I take heavy breaths as he moves his fingers faster and presses my clit harder beneath his thumb. He gives my breast one hard bite and I moan as I come undone under his hand.

  Slowly, he pulls his mouth from my breast and slides my nightgown all the way off, grabbing my panties as he does. His boxer briefs come off and he smiles at me. “Seems you’re ready for me, princess.”

  I hold my arms out and he comes into them as he slides into my hot, wet folds. “Always.”

  He makes slow strokes as he kisses my neck. I’m still pulsing from the orgasm he gave me and he moans as his dick gets even harder with the sensation. Steadily, he moves back and forth as I arch up to meet every gentle thrust. I ache for him to move faster and harder.

  Thankfully, he can’t stop himself any longer as he’s too close and pushes his large, hard dick into my wet pussy hard and fast, knocking the air from my lungs with each stroke. My legs begin to shake as I’m so close to letting go, then he stiffens and the heat fills me, sending me into a hard orgasm and I find myself screaming with the intensity.

  His mouth crashes down on mine to stifle the noise I’m making. He kisses me hard until the contractions from the climax stop, then his kiss softens. Finally, he pulls his lips from mine and rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, you screamer.”

  “I love you, too. Thanks for stopping me. With the kids in the next room, I may have woken them up,” I whisper.

  “It was really that good, huh?” he asks with a smile.

  “It really was. There’s just something about this pregnancy that has me feeling you a lot more than normal. I can hardly get enough of you,” I say.

  “I hope you never get enough of me,” he says with a laugh. “I want you to want me forever and then some.”

  “You have nothing to fear. I will want you forever. Even when you’re old and wrinkled, I’ll still want you, Max.”

  He kisses my cheek and rolls off me, lying on the side of me as he strokes my stomach. “That sounds kinda gross, but I get it. I’ll still want you too. Good night, love.”

  I turn over and lean my back against him as he rubs my stomach like he does every night until he falls asleep.

  I suppose he thinks it brings him good luck!

  Max

  The sun sets, filling the sky with a deep orange. Kip and I sit by the swimming pool, drinking a couple of beers and talking about life and how hard it is to find normal in a life so full of money and all that comes with that.

  “I know exactly what you mean, Kip,” I say. “It’s hard to know if they like you for you or for the money you have.”

  “Yet keeping only rich people around you is annoying, and even some of them seem to want something from you. Something to keep them in the lifestyle they’re used to,” he adds.

  I take a drink of my beer, then say, “That’s all I used to date were rich women, and they w
ere all crazy or assholes.”

  “There was this one chick—she’s an actress, so she shall remain nameless,” Kip says then smiles. “America’s sweetheart on screen and in public, but get her home and what a complete bitch she was. It was like she used up all her good elsewhere, so she had to be horrible at home. Her staff hates her, but she pays them so well, no one will dare tell on her.”

  “What’s your type of woman, Kip?”

  He looks off into the sunset and seems to be trying to think about his answer. Finally, he says, “I don’t care for any one type. I’m not partial to any certain hair color or height or even weight, for that matter. Skin color isn’t a thing I care about, nor where one comes from. Maybe that’s why I’ve yet to find the girl for me. I’m too open with what I want.”

  “Wow!” I say, and think about how I’ve always been attracted to tall, leggy blondes. “I was too focused on certain things about a woman. She had to have long legs.”

  “Like Lexi has,” he says.

  “Yeah, and I like tall girls,” I say.

  “Like Lexi is,” he says.

  “Yeah, and they had to be blonde.”

  “Just like Lexi,” he says with a laugh. “Gee, bloke, you got what you were looking for.”

  We touch the tops of our beer bottles together and laugh. “So, get serious about what really turns you on about a woman. Is it her eyes, her laugh, her personality?”

  “Personality is a must,” he says. “I can’t stand so many types of people. Rudeness is never a thing I like, and so many with money can be so damned rude; my father is one of them.”

  “What it must have been like for you growing up with that man as a father. He’s so cool.” I look at him and see his eyes light up.

  “Pop is cool and was cool and at times so damn cool he couldn’t be bothered to have a kid around while he did his cool things.” Kip’s eyes go dark. “Cool isn’t always so hot, ya know?”

  “I imagine it would get in the way of bringing up kids. It’s practically impossible to be a hands-on parent and maintain your coolness, believe me.” I look at him. “You don’t seem to care about always being cool. You get down and play with the kids on their level. I waited a long time for Lex. You shouldn’t wait as long as I did. I got a little crazy there for a while, thinking I’d waited too long to start a family. I thought I’d never have one. Don’t be like me. If you find the right one, just go for it.”