Maxie was even too tired to fight with Victoria . Yes.
Maddie put her arm around and hugged her. Whats wrong, Max? Tell us.
How could she tell them her brain trauma consisted of hot sex with the Invisible Man? Carajo! They would think she was nuts if she told them about the wet spot that she damn well knew was there. She just couldnt explain it.
Something is obviously bothering you, Maxie. You know you can share anything with us. Katys cornflower blue eyes beseeched Maxies. Her counselors cap was on and she was ready to heal Maxie one wing-nut delusion at a time.
Maxie sighed. Well, if she sounded like a nut so be it. I had sex. She threw it out to them as if shed just had her car washed.
Maddie spilled her drink.
Victoria s chair tipped backward.
Katys eyebrows rose half way up her head.
Jeez, it wasnt the second coming. Well, not really, anyway. Although, there had been plenty of coming.
Maddie mopped at the table with napkins while Victoria picked herself back up off the floor.
Katy cleared her throat. Who did you have sex with, Maxie? Her words were stiff and slow. Calculated, obviously, to keep herself in check.
Maxie looked at Katy. You sound so surprised. I can have sex. If Maddie can have sex, I can too. So there. Maddie wasnt the only hot number in town.
No one said you couldnt have sex, Maxie. But you never mentioned seeing anyone. So were just wondering, Maddie assured her.
Victoria snorted, twirling her pink umbrella in her drink. Yes, do tell, Maxie. It isnt every day you have sex. Indulge us.
Dont be snide, Victoria . Maxie needs a safe, loving environment to share in, Katy chastised.
Maddie reached over and put her hand over Victoria s mouth. Maxie, honey, if you dont want to tell us, its okay.
Maxie put her chin in her hands, leaning her elbow on the table. Well, I cant really explain it, but the therapist said it might be brain trauma. I think Im going out of my mind. There, now shed told another human being besides her therapist. She looked at her friends inquiringly.
They looked back.
Bewildered pretty much covered it.
She sighed and just dove in. There really was no other way. Look, Ive been having these really vivid dreams of a man, who I cant see or speak to for the excruciating pleasure he creates, who comes to my room every night and makes love to me. The most incredible, sensual, exquisite love
Victoria pushed Maddies hand from her mouth. Darling, you-are-off-your- rocker .
Katy gasped. Victoria , stop that right now, or you know what Ill make you do, she warned.
Oooh, Katy was angry. Victoria was going to have to go to the thinking spot, Maxie thought. HAH!
Hey, Maxie, what kind of brain trauma causes this kind of vivid dream? I think Victoria could use a good whack upside her head, Maddie cracked wise.
Maddie Katy shook her finger at Maddie.
Shut up, Maddie. Just because Cole is doing you six ways til Sunday doesnt mean youre superior! Victoria yelled.
Maxie jumped up out of her chair, slamming her hands on the table, Both of you shut up! Im losing my mind and youre fighting about who has the most sex!
Maxie flopped back in her chair and slumped into it as they all grew silent and the patrons of the bar stared at Maxie.
Maddie broke the silence first. Im sorry, Max. I wasnt making fun of you. I know this has been a really rough time. Ill shut up and you can tell us whats going on. Maddie raised her hands palms facing Maxie. I swear, no judgments from me, okay?
Victoria remained silent.
VICTORIA . Katy said her name with a warning attached that brooked no dispute.
Imsorrytoo . All right? Victoria spat out rapidly, shooting a narrow-eyed look at Katy.
Maxie bowed her head. I know it sounds crazy. But its so real. I mean, I well Im almost afraid to speak. Because Im afraid hell just vanish.
How can he vanish if hes not there, Maxie? Katy cocked her head and gave Maxie the hundred-dollar-an-hour therapy look.
Maxie sighed in exasperation. But its just like he is there, Katy. Ive never opened my eyes and words fail me. Its that real . Its like he knows what Im thinking, too. Faster, slower, hard er Maxie trailed off. That was too much information, better known as TMI. Her cheeks flushed.
Victoria s eyes began to bulge. Okay, this well this is just like your therapist said. Brain trauma. I didnt know it could induce your own personal love slave, but hey, if it works, what the hell?
Maddie nodded her head. It beats BOB any day of the week.
Maxie smiled. It did beat BOB, and Frank and Joe and any other guy she could remember with her limited sexual history. Juan was her husband for fifteen years and shed never experienced this kind of sexual satisfaction. Of course, that could probably be because he was off screwing that puta , while he reassured Maxie that sex was a sacred act. Not to mention kinda boring where Juan was concerned.
Strangely, Maxie felt nothing but disgust and a bit of lingering fear for Juan. That had not been the case in the beginning of her divorce. Back then shed mourned the loss of what she knew and Juan was all she knew.
Hed beaten her often in their marriage, but shed always been afraid to leave him, because being beaten meant she wasnt alone. Always hoping the next beating was the last. Praying he would stop, foolishly loving him anyway.
Until he left her for another woman. Thankfully, God hadnt given them children. Shed cried a lot over that, but now in the long run it was better. Itd taken a lot of therapy and finally talking about how shed felt married to Juan to come this far. Therapy she would never have had, if it hadnt been for that final beating. Self-defense classes taught her to find her own personal safety zone, her limits, and her instincts.
Shed shed most of her fear over Juan. She could handle herself now. Maxie refused to live waiting for Juan to crawl out from under his rock. Now she taught other women how to feel that way too. She loved her job teaching self-defense courses. Besides, no one could find Juan. So maybe justice wasnt in the big picture.
I dont know, maybe I am losing my mind or maybe it really is brain trauma. I have to admit, its the best thing thats happened to me since this whole mess. So if it isnt real, then I say to quote Maddie, let me be a flippin nut.
Maddie smiled at Maxie. You are not a flippin anything. Keep talking to your counselor and one of these days ask this dream who the hell he thinks he is, showing up at all hours of the night for a booty-call.
They all laughed at that.
As Maxie prepared to go home for the night, she felt a shiver of anticipation over her Invisible Man.
Oy, as Maddie would say.
She needed a plan.
* * *
Ahh Maxie moaned as the tongue found her breast, licking the nipple to a stiff peak. The now familiar finger dipped into her pussy, slipping in and out of the moist folds. Maxie rose on her elbows, letting her neck fall back and her nipple thrust into the warm mouth against the fiery hot tongue that laved her.
She spread her legs, welcoming the callused thumb that fondled her clit.
Oh, just a moment more, she thought.
A low rumble from somewhere in the room sounded almost amused to her ears. The cock that brought her to heights unknown began its own exploration. The finger left her body as the cock teased her clit and the lips caressed her other nipple.
Maxie rolled her hips, seeking the delicious friction, writhing beneath the body that pressed to hers. The mouth worked over the arch of her neck, settling in the hollow, nibbling.
She couldnt speak for the pleasure. Oh, GOD .
Her hand clutched the sheet beside her. She felt the hard nub of the stiff shaft that rested beside her. Caressing it, she toyed with the smooth surface And BAM!
Maxie flipped the little metal switch on her remote and turned on every light in the room.
The head that night after night rested so gently between her legs snapped up. Gazing down at her were the deepest cho
colate brown eyes shed ever seen, filled with many emotions she quickly identified.
Surprise, shock, and more surprise.
Maxies voice had suddenly gone AWOL. She knew she had the deer in the headlights look, but she couldnt move her tonsils. A thousand thoughts screamed through her brain. One of which was to yell as loudly as she could for help.
Help me. The most fabulous man Ive ever seen is assaulting me. Please, tell him to remove his luscious body from mine or I cant be held responsible for my next big O.
The chocolate brown eyes searched hers. Now he looked confused, as if she were the whack-job. Maxies breathing steadied momentarily. She took a deep gulp of air, filling her lungs, and then let loose.
Like really loose, in Spanish, forgetting where she was and seeking the comfort of her native tongue out of fear. Y quien carajo eres tu, ah? Que clase de loco se trepa en la cama de una mujer inocente sin previo aviso haciendole haciendole cosas cada noche
He cocked his head again in question.
In English, Maxie.
She shook her head and repeated it in English. Who the hell are you? What kind of psycho climbs into an innocent womans bed every night and brings her to orgasm without at least giving her advance warning?
Oh, carajo, that didnt quite come out as convincingly-forceful as shed meant it to.
Get off of me or Ill scream so loud youll wish you were deaf and if you arent deaf when Im done, Ill scream some more. Then the police will come and bring big guns to shoot you DEAD! Your blood will spill all over my carpet and Ill have to have it cleaned and that will make me very angry, she hissed.
He continued to eye her, evidently puzzled.
Get off of ME!
The body of her dreams withdrew from her, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Maxie grabbed the sheet and dragged it with her as she flew off the other side of the bed and looked for something to throw at him.
Arrogantly he stood across from her, his thick thighs spread in a wide stance. Arms that bulged with muscle crossed over a wide chest. Thick black hair, pulled away from his face, accented cheekbones, razor sharp and flushed with color. The firm line of his lips compressed. Maxies eyes were drawn to his cock still thick with desire.
Whoa. Thats impressive equipment
His dark eyebrow rose as if he waited expectantly.
Maxie tightened the sheet around her. Who are you? she fairly screamed. If you dont speak now, Ill call the police and theyll arrest you.
He sighed, appearing rather bored. I believe we are well acquainted, Maxie. His brogue was lilting. Irish? What did she know -- she was Puerto Rican. She heard everything with an accent.
Hookay, and he knew her name. He was a psycho. I do not know you and if I dont get some kind of an explanation pronto, youre headed for the pokey!
His black head cocked to the side. Pokey? I am unfamiliar with this Ah, well, never mind. You may not know me, but your body knows mine well. He grinned at her. Come back to the mating bed and I shall refresh its memory.
The mating bed? The fucking mating bed?
Maxie spied her umbrella from the corner of her eye, sitting by her closet. Backing up, she grabbed it and pointed the tip at him threateningly. I will not get in the mating bed with you or any other bed for that matter. Who the hell are you?
I am Kellen. His answer was calm, assured, with that touch of arrogance.
As if that cleared everything all up.
He was Kellen. Its always nice to have the name of the guy that sneaks into your bed every night and does you like a wild boar in heat! Oh, this was insane. How could this be brain trauma? He was as real as the day was long, and his package was as long as the day was real.
Okay, Kellen, she let her tone drip with sarcasm, Where the hell do you come from and how do you get in here every night to boink my brains out? Maxie loved that word boink. She loved the way it rolled off her tongue. Maddie used it all the time and it cracked her up.
Focus, Maxie.
Pursing his lips he asked, Boink?
Maxie sighed in exasperation as she held him at umbrella point. Yes, BOINK , hot pants. Do the nasty, get naked. What did Victoria call it? Schtupp! Schtupp, she yelled. You know, get in the mating bed and make some waves!
Kellen chuckled. Ah, yes the mating bed. If you would but venture back in, I know all of your fears will fade.
I will not get back in. How did you get in my bedroom?
Kellen flopped back on the bed and grinned at her. Twas simple. Yet, tis my understanding that you will find it most difficult to comprehend.
Maxie waved the umbrella under his nose. Try me.
I would ask that you lay down your weapon, wench, and sit here beside me. I believe the term is pull up a seat as you will need one. His big hand with the long tapered fingers patted the bed beside him.
Maxie shook the umbrella at him once more. I will not pull up anything, she growled with as much menace as she could muster and hiked the sheet around her. Spit it out, or Im calling the cops.
Kellen shrugged his big shoulders and sighed. All right, but ye must remember I have warned ye.
Ye have been warned? Ye? Oh, he was nuts!
Ye?
Kellen spat in exasperation. I oft often forget where it is I am and slip into the language I have always known. I forget I am in the year two-thousand-four. Though I am quite well versed in your language. He smiled, obviously quite pleased with himself. I am Kellen, a Celtic warrior from the year two-hundred-fifty-two A.D. A curse was placed on my head and that curse sent me here to your time. I was sent to avenge wronged women as punishment. I have lived in the shadows for five years now, and until this very moment, no one was able to see me. I dont quite know how ye you are able to. Nonetheless, you can , and this is most exciting news for me.
Maxies eyes rolled upward. And Im Tito Puente. Give me the straight story or Ill call the police, but not before I kick your ass. I teach self-defense and Im not afraid of you.
This, MLady, is the straight story. He crossed his fingers over his heart. If you insist, I can demonstrate for ye. But I fear for your heart and what it may do, whilst I show ye.
Why didnt she feel afraid? Certainly, a measure of fear came from finding a man of this magnitude in your bed -- a man whod boinked the life out of her for weeks now. Who claimed he was a Celtic warrior from the year two-hundred-fifty-two A.D. of all things. If nothing else, he got a big fat ten for originality. Oh, maybe she did have brain trauma. He could be a serial killer or a delusional maniac, or, or
Maxie let the tip of the umbrella rest on his thigh. Why have you been breaking into my bedroom?
He lifted the tip of the umbrella and gave it a tug, pulling her toward him with it. Maxie stumbled and fell on the bed, landing on top of him. Kellen caught her in his arms and dragged her over his chest, skillfully rolling over and laying on top of her. She lost the sheet along the way. His chocolate brown eyes twinkled. Methinks the answer is obvious, MLady. I find you irresistible. I would be nothing short of daft if I let a chance to, er, boink ye pass me by.
Maxie struggled against the strong hands that held her arms above her head. She didnt take those self-defense classes for nothing. With a swift lift of her knee, she went for his crotch, but he was quicker, blocking her attempt to give him a good shot to the groin.
Ah, a feisty wench, he growled. It makes my blood sing.
And that thing between his legs was singing too, because it twitched against her pinned thigh. Look, you lunatic, let me go! I swear Ill --
Her complaint was silenced by the hard press of his lips.
Oh, those lips . She found hers opened just a bit, letting his tongue in.
No, no, no! She would not be swayed by Conan the Barbarians tongue. Twisting her head, she tore her lips from his. Stop it right now, warrior boy! I want you to get off me now and let me figure this out!
Conan nipped at her neck instead, nuzzling her ear and rimming the shell with his tongue. I believe I told you I would show you, but you were
not responsive to my offer.
God, that tongue, sweeping over her ear, whispering to her in a husky rumble. Her nipples tightened against her will, scraping his smooth chest as she found her body arching into his.
She twisted her head away again. Stop this now! I want to know what the hell is going on and I want to know NOW! Put your tongue back in your head and cut it out!
She wriggled away and this time he let her, rolling to his side and propping himself up on his elbow. Go on then, ask your questions so we might finish this and your lips will be put to better use. Kellen grinned again.
You are the most arrogant man. I never thought Id meet anyone more arrogant than Juan, but you take the cake!
Kellens face distorted in anger, his nostrils flaring. Never, never compare me to that swine, Juan! he thundered, letting her go, sitting up and narrowing his eyes. He shall pay for what he did to ye. Mark my words as a warrior!
Maxies eyes flew open wide. How do you know Juan? she whispered.
I do not know the pig personally, but I know of him and what he has done to ye. I told you my purpose in your world. To avenge wronged women. Punishing Juan falls into that category. His brogue thickened with each word.
Yes, hed mentioned something about avenging But why was he avenging her and who the hell told him she needed an avenger? Okay, shed play nice with the psycho. Why are you avenging women, Kellen, more specifically me?
I have not the answer to that question. I only know I hear the name of the woman in need whispered on the wind. I merely answer the call.
Hookay, he was a couple of barks shy of a dog. You hear it on the wind? So, you heard my name on the wind? You -- are -- a -- LUNATIC! she yelled at him, backing further away.
Kellens dark eyes grew darker. I told ye, ye would not believe me. What I speak is the truth. He had that so there look in his eyes.
Maxie crossed her eyes at him. What sane person would believe you? And who calls anyone ye?
What would ye have me call ye then, Maxie?
Sticking her tongue out at him she mocked, Its you. Y-o-u.
He said the word, You. Does this satisfy ye, er, you, wench?
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