“That was…” I’m at a loss for words.
“Intense?” he finishes for me.
“Yes, intense is a good word,” I agree, breathless.
“We’re not done yet…” The mischievous smile playing across his face suggests he’s got a lot more in store for me. He grabs my hips and lifts me a little. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. As he cautiously lowers me onto him, sinking into me inch by inch, I let out a soft moan.
He fills me completely. I stay still getting adjusted to him, his size, and his width. Easing forward, my tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip. He sticks his tongue out to kiss me, but I suck on it instead. He groans and shifts himself inside of me. Once I release, his deep voice vibrates against me. “You taste good, don’t you?” My face heats up and he chuckles. “Oh don’t be shy now.”
Instead of a response, my hips move in circular motions, feeling his cock jerk with every movement. The sensation is so incredible. I pick up speed pressing my forehead to his, eyes boring into each other. Our breathing grows in shortness and intensity. He smashes his mouth back to mine, and suddenly this becomes more than just making love. This becomes as wild as the very first time we had together.
He stills my hips, and lifts us both as he stands, with him still inside of me. He grips the bottom of my thighs and marches us against the wall by my bedroom door, using the wall for leverage he looks down between us.
“Look down. I want you to watch while I enter you.”
I don’t know why, but confessing that has me squirming for him to enter. I lower my eyes to where he’s lazily taking his time pulling out of me. When he pauses at my entrance, unmoving for what seems like an eternity, I feel his breath against my ear.
“I love how you feel around me, how I can feel your walls tighten when I’m inside of you, how much wetter you get when I talk to you this way, but mostly, I love you. I love absolutely everything about you.”
Then he slams into me. My head goes back so hard it hits the wall holding me up, but the sensation of his hard thrusts overtakes any other feeling. I’m panting, moaning and screaming with pleasure at his rapid movements. I grab his face and stifle my screams in his mouth. The only break we take is to catch a breath before consuming each other in every way all over again. I can’t take it anymore as his hips slam into mine. My legs tighten and I yell his name so loud, someone, somewhere, must hear me.
When I recover from my orgasm, it builds again.
“Like the way that feels?” he pants.
I nod my head yes as my climax starts another incline. He slows his pace and grips underneath my thighs again, finally making it to my bed.
He sets me down, and I feel empty without him inside me. He doesn’t give me much time to miss him because a heartbeat later, he’s inside of me again, leaned over with me on the edge of the bed but this time he rocks in soft pulses. Sweat drips from both of our bodies. I run my hands through his damp hair.
“I love you, Drew.”
“Say it again?”
“I love you.” I can’t stop the grin from forming.
“One more time.”
“I love you.”
He pecks my nose. “I love you, too.”
His hand moves between us rubbing soft circles in rhythm with how softly he pumps into me—I come again—longer and louder, shouting his name once more. That does him in, I feel him release into me and collapse beside me on the bed. I turn my head to the side and smile at how red his face is.
It causes me to giggle, “That was quite a workout.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s definitely better than running.”
I lightly smack his arm, laughing.
Turning to the side, he props his head up and faces me. I feel soft trails up and down my stomach.
“You know, I think that was the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten. It’s very sexy when you think you’re sexy. I already know it to be true.”
My face flushes. “It’s also adorable when you blush,” he continues, “no longer in the throes of passion. You don’t always have to keep your emotions in check—especially around me.”
I rest my hand on top of his. “I know. I want you to know I feel the same about you.”
“What? That it’s sexy when I think I’m sexy?” He chuckles and raises my hand to his mouth kissing it softly. “Only kidding, I know I don’t need to keep mine in check either.”
Sighing softly, I snuggle up close to him, “I love you.”
“Always.”
“SO, HOW ARE you ringing in the new year?” I ask stroking Kennie lightly back and forth on her back.
“As of this morning? No plans. Just hanging with the girls. I need to call Cass as a favor to Jax, though.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, he said Cass is on a ‘chicks before dicks’ train, and he wants her to at least return his calls.”
I laugh. My brother is so ridiculous sometimes.
“I have an idea. Why don’t you call the girls, I’ll call Jax, and Kip—granted he still probably hates me—but we can meet here around nine? It’s almost,” I glance at her clock, “six now. We can all go out and celebrate.”
“I’ll call the girls and handle my brother. Where did you have in mind?”
“O’Dwyer’s. They’re having a ‘tribute to the eighties’ night, so it could be fun.”
Her eyes light up and she squeals, “Really? I love that idea!”
“I figured you would.” Chuckling, I smooth down her hair.
“Okay, I need to get ready, which means you need to go.”
“You mean I can’t watch you get ready?” My eyes widen slightly and my shoulders lift.
“Oh no, don’t give me that look. I’ll never get ready with you as a distraction.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior.” I give her the two-finger salute.
“Out, Drew. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Fine, fine. I’m going.”
AFTER I WALK into my home, I hear voices. Walking down the hallway, the voices become more distinct and less muffled—it’s Kip and Jax.
“Hey guys.” I set my tie down on our kitchen bar.
“Sup, where you been?” Jax calls out. They’re both sitting in front our television, engrossed, playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 2.
“Hey,” Kip calls over his shoulder. Hey? Is he over my still being technically married deal?
“I was with Kennie.”
“And?” He gets sidetracked with the game, “Come on. Where are you, you little bastard?” Jax says to Kip. I pause at the bar and get a closer look at the game.
“And, we’re good.” I smile to myself, and then focus my attention back to them, “You guys playing a custom game?”
“Fuck yeah we are. Kip here likes to talk his shit. So, custom game—Nuketown 2025, set rules, first one of us to thirty kills is the better ops player.”
“What’s the score?”
“We’re tied at twenty nine kills right now,” Kip answers without averting his gaze.
Seconds later, Jax cheers at the same time Kip lets out a stream of curses.
“Ha! You cocky motherfucker, suck on that!” Jax drops the controller on our couch and air humps.
I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous little brother.”
“Whatever.” He flips me off and smirks at Kip.
“I let you win, you know.”
“Oh don’t be such a pussy. You lost fair and square. You had it coming.”
Kip stands from his place on the ground and playfully shoves Jax. “The only time you should refer to pussy and me in the same sentence, is if I’m currently working to hit it.”
Jax rolls his eyes, chuckles, then fist pounds. “Respect.”
“Yeah okay. You two talk all the shit you want, you’re both pussy whipped.” Their heads snap my way and eyes widen in disbelief.
My brother snorts. “Oh please.”
“Who told you that lie?” Kip retorts.
“Seriously Jax? Is that why you enlisted Kennie to get Cass to call you again?” He shrugs his shoulders. “And you,” I turn my head towards Kip leaning against our bar. “You haven’t slept with one chick since Ade’s been hanging around. You guys are only fooling yourselves.”
“Listen, I’m willing to accept that love has turned you into a little bitch,” Jax starts off, “But don’t mistake our intentions. We still got it.”
“No, what you got, are two women who could probably have anyone they want, but still hang out with the likes of you.” I point between them. “Wise up boys, or they will soon.”
I’M NERVOUS, EXCITED, tired, scared, hopeful, happy, and just about every other emotion one could think of. This day has felt way longer than normal. It could be the three emotional and forgiving talks mixed with mind-blowing sex. I’m excited to ring in this New Year with a new outlook on a million things. All is right in the world of Mackenzie Alexa Tillson.
“Hey chica, you almost ready?” I look in my bathroom mirror after applying one last coat of mascara, and smile. In lieu of eighties tribute night, Ade suggested we girls dress alike. Which in Ade’s world means something revealing, but I’m okay with it after what happened earlier with Drew. She got us all matching vintage, black halter bandage dresses—Madonna style.
“Remind me again, how were you able to find these dresses in such a short time?”
“Aye nena, don’t you worry your pretty little head about the details.”
“We were going to make sure you and Drew were at the same place tonight, we’ve been prepared.” Cass walks up behind Ade.
“Really blondie? Will nothing remain a mystery anymore?” She crosses her arms over her chest as I stare in shock.
“You two were going to set me up?”
“Actually, the five of us—Cass, Kip, Jax, Drew and I— were going to set you two back up. We know he did a really shitty thing, but we’ve said it since the beginning, this one’s different.” She cocks her head to the side. “And, I do so love it when I’m right.”
“Chop chop ladies! We have an epic New Year’s planned for tonight!” Cass claps her hands excitedly.
I give myself one last look as the two of them go to grab their heels in my bedroom. I’ve come such a long way. I’ve accepted heartache, rekindled friendships, found forgiveness, and had the opportunity to turn a childhood fairy tale into a reality. How many people can say that? In the span of just a few months, my life has done a complete one eighty, and definitely for the better. Everything I’ve been through was to make me a stronger person.
The blue eyes piercing my reflection see no darkness, no hatred, no disgust—not anymore. It’s all thanks to the people in my life, the choices I was forced to make, and the acceptance I learned to give to myself, my family, and the others who played a role in the woman I am now.
I’m lost to my own thoughts until I feel a hand at the small of my back. “Kennie, you look fantastic.” I spin around and into Drew’s arms.
“Yeah? You like the added volume Ade gave my hair?”
“Yes, it’s very fitting,” he says through a smile.
“So, a little birdie tells me you, and everyone else, were in on the new year’s eighties night mission to get us back together?”
“A man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.” He says shrugging his shoulders.
Shaking my head and laughing, I tell him, “Let me get a look at you,” nudging him to take a step back. I nod my head assessing him. “Handsome, very handsome.” He’s wearing light grey slacks and a black fitted shirt.
“Oh wait I almost forgot these,” he says pulling out his black square framed glasses to complete the look.
“Did I say handsome? I meant hot,” I admit shamelessly. “Can we skip the bar and stay here?”
He chuckles. “We have forever, Sweetheart. What’s the rush?”
Forever. I give him a full-toothed smile. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yo, Mackenzie, Drew.” Jax sticks his head in the doorframe. “Let’s get your asses moving, yeah? We’ve got a bar to go to, and an eighties night to rock out at.”
I burst out laughing. “What are you wearing?”
He checks himself out in my mirror, running his hands through his hair. Electric blue pants and the AC/DC white cut off shirt I got him for Christmas—shoulders exposing his tattooed sleeves and knuckles, in their entirety. His hair’s spiked in a crazy mess. “Um duh, the shirt you got me, it’s eighties tribute night.” He checks himself out in my mirror.
“Mhm…” I shift to stand in front of Drew; he wraps his arms around me.
“Which means, my dear child,” he continues, “that although I always look awesome, tonight I get to look fucking awesome.”
“Is that what it means?”
He looks at me and shakes his head grinning the entire time. “Haters gonna hate.” Turning around after getting one last glimpse in the mirror, he walks out.
“You ready to go celebrate?” Drew leans his chin on my shoulder.
“More than you know,” I sigh out.
“Question.”
“Yes?”
“What did you say to your brother? When I left here earlier, he was at my place acting like everything was cool. How did you get to him that fast?”
“I didn’t, actually. My father did. He called me after you left and said he had a chat with Kip, basically telling him to pull his head out of his ass. I’m happy, and he should be happy for me.”
“Alright then. Direct and to the point.”
Kip pops his head in. “You two ready to go?”
He’s dressed similarly to Drew—fitted grey shirt and grey slacks, offseting his hazel eyes.
“Yeah, let me just grab my shoes.”
I walk into my bedroom and overhear Kip say, “Sorry about mangling your face—twice.” The amusement in his voice is uncanny.
“It’s all good man, no hard feelings,” Drew responds. I turn just in time to see Kip nod at him, and wink at me. Sighing, I realize: boys will be boys.
O’DWYER’S IS HOPPING tonight. I guess the eighties was a very popular era—which is of course, awesome. We’ve seen some really interesting and definitely bright outfits. Somehow we managed to snag the table we had the first time we came here as a group. It all seems so long ago too. I’d had a much different mindset then.
Drew made me incredibly nervous and I thought he would never take an interest in me. Everything Jax brought was a different, but special, dynamic in my life. Ade and Cass giving me a chance to be a better friend to them, Kip being Kip. He’s never changed. The six of us have formed a small but kind of dysfunctional family. We’ve all been implanted in each other’s lives and this time around, I have a good feeling the people I surround myself with now—even if we argue, bitch, laugh or cry—will be the same people who’ll stick it out with me to the end—for me, and for each other.
I look around and smile at all of them. Jax and Cass are engaged in a conversation, both drinking beer. Ade and Kip are being their usual selves, arguing like an old married couple. As the last song fades out, the tribute band on stage makes an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out tonight. We’ve got one more song before we take five and open the floor to…karaoke! I’m sure you’re all familiar with this one…”
The guitarist begins the intro to AC/DC’s Back in Black, which causes the crowd to go wild and Jax to shout out, “Hell yeah! AC/DC rules!” We all raise our beers in the air, and toast to the song.
Drew’s hand is rubbing my knee underneath the table. He leans in and I ask, “I thought Jax didn’t drink?”
“Yeah, Jax didn’t do a lot of stuff. I think he’s finally coming around.”
“Coming around to what?”
“It’s his story to tell, but the gist of it?” he states, “Coming around to the realization of things having a funny way of working out the way they need to—no matter how devestating the road.”
/> “He’s not the only one.” I lift my eyes to Drew.
“I love you, Sweetheart.”
“Say it again?” I choose to use his tactics.
“I love you.”
“And again?”
“I,” he pecks my nose. “Love,” he pecks my cheek. “You,” lastly, landing on my lips.
I giggle as his stubble tickles me. I adjust his glasses. “Who would’ve thought a little over three months ago, this is where we would be?”
“I had hopes of it.”
“Mackenzie! Let’s go,” Ade interrupts Drew and I’s conversation.
“Go where?” I ask her, hesitantly.
“Go sing karaoke. Jax and Kip seem to think we won’t do it.”
“Well we,” I motion between the three of us, “won’t. I’m not nearly intoxicated enough for that.”
She swirls around getting out of her chair and marches over to me. “I don’t care if you are or aren’t. Get your ass up, we’re doing this.”
My heartbeat starts racing. She’s joking…she’s got to be joking.
“Go ahead, Kennie. I definitely want to see this.” Drew smirks at me.
Cass is already waiting by the stage. “You’re okay with this?” I ask her incredulously when I reach her.
She shrugs. “Why not? It could be fun.”
I’m about to have a heart attack. This is what it must be. So many people here—drunk people—here. I can’t do this. “You’re not backing out.” Ade senses my hesitation.
“I never agreed!”
“Too bad.”
“You can actually sing.”
She ignores me and gets up on stage pulling me with her. It’s not a big stage, but enough to entirely freak me out.
“Hello ladies and Gentlemen my name is Ade, and these are my backup singers. We’re Ade and the Tillettes.” The Tillettes? Where does she get this crap from? “We’re going to be singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun!” The crowd goes wild when the song pops up on the small screen by us. Ade starts off, “I come home, in the morning light...”
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