Maggie's Five ...the first in a LOVE story

by Sandra Fitzgerald

  When I was with Red, every time we touched it was out of anger. I was so angry… with myself for not being able to do more to take care of my family, angry at my family for leaving; at Brendan for not protecting our children, for letting them die. Angry at the driver of the four wheel drive that ruined me.

  I’ve been saturated with guilt for being so frivolous with my body after only being sexually active with my husband, giving in so freely and so soon after his death. My sober memories would tear me to shreds every single time I craved for more; more of the absence, more of the numb. More of the abuse.

  But with Luke, everything’s different. There’s no guilt in my heart. There is sorrow - there will always be sadness when it comes to my loss, but with Luke I have no agenda filled with revenge or anger. I’m not looking to replace my husband or children. I’m looking for home.

  “What is the problem Maggie?”

  “I don’t know how to survive you, Luke. If you left. I don’t know how to do ‘after you’.”

  “Baby.” Luke’s warm breath feathering over my skin sets me on fire. I don’t know who moves first and I can’t say that I care, because when our lips touch, my entire body comes to life.

  Luke’s everywhere and I can’t feel enough of him. My thighs squeeze him tight while my back’s pressed to the floor. His strong muscles contract over my softer ones, his hips pressing, rubbing his hard length against me.

  Our breaths labouring, he releases my mouth and darts his eyes around the room. “Hold on to me, baby.”

  Luke doesn’t give me time to grip his neck properly before he’s lifting me off the floor, still nipping and kissing at my jaw and lips, heading to our room. He pauses in the hall to take a much required snog break where we get distracted by grinding hips and groping hands.

  Lowering my feet to the floor, Luke hurriedly tugs at my top, tangling it on my arm while trying to pull it over my head and drops it to one side. My work is much smoother - all I do is lift the hem of his shirt and he’s ripping it over his head and sending it sailing through the air. His mouth instantly lowers to my neck, biting kisses down to my breasts through the fabric of my bra. He’s working me up to a sensational frenzy with his mouth. I can only imagine what he’s capable of doing with the rest of his body.

  “Maggie, if you need to stop, tell me now, because much more of this and I’m going to be done, baby.”

  “God, don’t you dare stop,” I beg. Yes I’m shameless, I’m begging, rubbing my hands over his shoulders, down his stomach to his groin, pressing harder over his thick erection.

  Taking hold of the waistband of his jeans, I tickle my fingers inside the denim, teasing before popping the button, then grabbing hold of the separated sections and wrenching them apart. Luke’s abs hollow out, and his jaw clenches, hissing when I take him into my hand.

  God I want him in my mouth.

  I slide down his body until I’m on my knees and inching his tight boxer briefs to the floor.

  He’s magnificent, hard and big and wonderfully strong. I lick his length and love the way his knees buckle when I take his tip into my mouth, lapping at the smooth skin before drawing him in deeper.

  “Fuck Maggie.” His hand slaps against the wall while the other tangles in my hair, encouraging a rhythm and pace that works for him. I let him, but I don’t need much encouragement. The feel of him, hard and soft, and the way he smells is more than enough of a motivator to get him where he needs to go.

  Growling, Luke stumbles back a step. “Baby, if you don’t stop doing that,” he stutters, “I’m gonna explode in your mouth.” He grins mischievously. “Your turn.”

  He picks me up and all but throws me to the floor. He has my pants off in seconds. Slowing, he rests his chin over my belly button and lightly rubs his stubbled chin; firstly down to the top of my panty covered houchie, then up over my abdomen to between my breasts, where he takes one nipple into his mouth, nipping gently, then moves to the other, sucking a bite over my already erect nipple.

  “Hmm… where to start?” Luke lays his body over mine, flexing his hips so his cock rubs against my hip, and starts kissing his way along my jaw to my ear. “Where do you want me, Maggie Mae?” he whispers, turning me to putty. At this point I’ll have him anywhere – hell, everywhere.

  I tilt my pelvis, enticing his attention south. He chuckles and lifts himself out of my reach. “That’s definitely next baby, but what’s first? This?” he asks, unhooking my bra to free my heavy breasts, “God, you’re perfect, Maggie,” he murmurs around the fuller outside of my chest, taking his time before licking his way to the centre then across to the other, “Or do you want me here?” Sucking in my nipple, he massages it with his tongue until I’m squirming. I’m bending my knee so I can dig my heel into the floor, so I can to rub out some of the building pressure.

  “Or maybe you have somewhere else in mind?” He kisses up to my lips, strokes his tongue in my mouth in one frustratingly slow movement, then he does it again. He groans, and decides kissing desperately is a much better idea. I think it is, too and kiss him back just as frantically, hovering with his lips tracing mine when we need to catch our breath.

  With a subtle shake of his head, Luke presses the softest, sweetest kiss to my mouth, putting all his love for me out on display. It does me in.

  I grab his hair and kiss him. I’m rubbing my swollen nib over this thigh; he’s flexing into me, his cock hardening even more against me.

  “Fuck,” he growls, diving down my body, ripping my panties out of the way to bury his face between my legs. Lapping at my folds, he coaxes my legs apart to expose me to him. “You’re perfect,” he groans, pressing his flattened tongue on my clit to send me leaping off the floor.

  Holy Freaking Hell he knows how to use his mouth.

  Opening me wider, Luke licks and sucks me higher and higher, causing my toes to curl with the building tension. I’m blindly clutching at the floorboards desperate for purchase, when I feel a finger slide inside, rubbing me internally. The sensations makes me waver when a second enters, searching for that perfect spot.

  Whimpering, my fingers knot in Luke’s hair, pulling and pushing at his head, then hold him firmly in place when my climax reaches its peak. Grinding my hips forcefully I come mind-blowingly hard over his face. And It’s Glorious.

  Before I’m completely down from my high, Luke is rolling us so I’m straddling him between my thighs and situated above his cock. “Ready baby?” he asks, then stops cold.

  “Fuck… shit. Babe, I don’t have… ahhrr-” He’s clenching his jaw for control. I don’t want control; I want him inside of me.

  I rub my wetness over the tip of his cock. There’s not a hope in the whole of hell we’re stopping. I rotate my arm to indicate to my bicep and the little piece of magic secured under my skin. “It’s good… we’re… shhiit just let me-”

  Slapping his hand out of the way, I take Luke’s hard length and direct it into my opening.

  His hands resting on my hips, I look to him for approval, then lower myself around him, slowly at first until I can’t stand it any longer, pressing down and squeezing, taking him in as deeply as he can go.

  “Fuuck.” I don’t know which one of us cries it out, but it’s all that I can think. I begin riding him until I can’t process anything other than the friction we’re creating together.

  Luke’s fingers grip tighter to help me move faster, pulling me closer as he approaches his high, rubbing us both to core-clenching orgasmic bliss.

  I collapse over his sweaty chest, his arms folding around my spent limp body. “If I knew it was going to be that fucking good,” he puffs, “I would have told you that I loved you a hell of a long time ago.”

  “You should have.”

  LUKE’S QUIET VOICE rouses me from my sated happy place.

  “Baby, please don’t fall asleep, this floor is killing my back and I don’t think I have the energy to lift you right now.”

  We’ve been lying in a tangled heap, cuddling,
caressing, stealing more kisses for what feels like five years but could as easily been five minutes. Now that I’ve had a taste of Luke, I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of him.

  I lift my heavy head off his chest and take in the tattoo he has inked over his ribs. I’ve seen it many times, but have always been too shy to take a closer look. I trace my finger over the letters, squinting my eyes as I try to decipher the meaning behind the two words written as one in basic black script.

  Shaking my head I look up questioningly. “beinspired?”

  “Be inspired, Maggie Mae,” he says like the meaning’s obvious, running his fingers through my hair and tracing my lips with some of the long lengths.

  “To do what?”

  He gently rubs at the crease between my brows before answering.

  “Everything - Live, breathe, survive. Love.” He smiles at his last word, brilliant eyes sparkling.

  “I like it.” I smile in return.

  “I like you.”

  five

  Chapter 14

  LUKE’S BEEN BANGING around upstairs for the past twenty minutes. Actually he’s been acting strangely all morning, after we managed to get out of bed… and out of the shower… then had to get back in.

  What? We were trying to conserve water.

  And there just may be a need to conserve water again tomorrow morning… all in the name of caring for the environment, of course.

  After all of that, he then started acting weirdly. Luke went for a run – okay, that’s normal. Then he started wandering around the house like he was looking for something. That’s the odd part - all the silent wandering and smiling to himself. Silent wandering and smiling and kissing me all the time. Like all the time, all the time. I know, what a weirdo. Except for the kissing. That part’s kinda nice.

  He’s being all happy and elusive weird wandering and I’m being a grumpy bitch. I can’t seem to get myself out of my Mattie’s birthday funk and am continually taking it out on the one good thing I actually have that’s living. I think I may be jealous of his ability to find joy so much easier than I can.

  I bitch him out, yet Luke smiles patiently and kisses me. I get grumpy at something stupid - Luke just comes right on over and hugs and kisses me. And that just makes me bitchier. And makes Luke smile and hold me with even more patience.

  See, he’s a freaky weirdo.

  I’m sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, not listening to him traipsing up and down the stairs.

  Like I didn’t start over thinking when he left the room every time I entered it earlier. Just like I didn’t care when I asked him a question and he ummed and ahhed, gnawing on his bottom lip, lost in his thoughts.

  I was certainly okay when he became engrossed in his nerdy year old iPhone - that’s not even gold - for the next hour, muttering and yes, smiling, with far too little lip action. He even turned his back on me when I went to hit him with one. He keeps doing that and I’ll hit him with one alright.

  See? I’m an absolute delight to be around today.

  God, I’m hopeless.

  Luke’s walking into the kitchen from the laundry, “Hey, Maggie Mae?”

  “Yup.”

  Bitchy, bitchy, bitch. Ugh, hopeless.

  He stops in his tracks. “I was - hey, what’s up?” Eyes softening and smiling with one side of his mouth when he takes in my expression, he comes over and hugs the side of my head to his stomach.

  Pretending he’s not holding me gently and that I don’t like it so much, I turn the page on the paper with a snap and rip the top corner.

  “Nothin’, what’s up with you?” I reply shortly, then close my eyes in frustration. Maybe I’m hormonal as well as pining for my baby.

  “Umm, okay… I was just wondering if you realised your garage is empty?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Crap, I forgot I haven’t told Luke about the great car give-away.

  “You don’t have a car in your garage, babe.”

  “If that’s a metaphor for you wanting to put your car in my garage, you can stop talking right about…” I pause, making a point of looking at my left wrist that doesn’t have a watch on it, “…now.”

  “What?” Luke’s brows cross in confusion, “Hah, nice one. Kinda wish I thought of it now.” He wraps me in a hug from behind. “But seriously Maggie Mae, where’s your car?”

  “My car?” I do not want to talk about this right now. Or ever, for that matter. I had a moment. We all have them at times. So mine was a whopper, what’s the big deal? Time to deflect some more. “What kind of question is that?” Shaking my head, I return my attention to the latest gossip going on around town, whispering “weirdo” under my breath.

  “Did you just call me a Weirdo?”

  Note to self: practice whispering under breath.

  “No, why would I say something like that?” mouthing ‘weirdo’ this time.

  Combing his fingers through my hair, Luke coaxes my head back so I’m looking at him upside down. He bends and kisses me gently, taking my breath away with the caress of his tongue, the softness of his lips, smoothness of his cleanly shaven face, and the tenderness he uses with me… “Babe, the car?”

  Huh. “What about it?”

  “Where is it?”

  “Gone?”

  “Gone?” Luke repeats in confusion.

  “I gave it away okay,” I snap. “Sheesh.” I pull away and straighten to look back to my very interesting paper. I’m embarrassed and the more I think about what I did, the more foolish I feel.

  “Baby, please, can we talk about this?” He’s concerned for me, but it’s the dragging of the chair on the floor boards that has me turning to him and glaring from his face to the non-existent scratches on the timber.

  Rolling my eyes at his expectant expression, I finally give in. “I went out to dinner, but the people there forgot I was invited and I went a little…” I pause, circling my index finger in the air around my temple to emphasise my crazy, “There was a young pregnant couple leaving in a car that was ready to break down… so I… kind of, you know… gave it to them.”

  “You gave your car away to a random couple because they were the first people you saw?” he asks with a mixture of shock and affection.

  “And because they needed it more than me. If you don’t like the answer baby, don’t ask the question.” God I sound like my mother.

  “Fuck that’s hot babe,” Luke whispers, staring at my mouth.

  “I just confessed to a moment of loony and you’re telling me that’s it hot?”

  “No. You calling me ‘baby’ is hot,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss me.

  “Really?” I cry in disbelief, stopping him in his tracks with a hand to his chest.

  “You’re right, you’re right, sorry. Did you want to talk about it - we should talk about this.”

  “Not-”

  “Good.” Luke’s mouth cuts off anything else I may have thought intelligent before I felt his lips, his tongue… his… mmm…

  Just when things are starting to get interesting, he pulls back abruptly. “We need to go out. And we’re going to talk about the whole giving away the car thing.” he says briskly, nearly giving me whiplash with the change in him.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope, and for the record, your reaction to that dinner may have leaned a little to the left of loony, but… giving your car away? Nah baby, gutsy and selfless. It takes a lot to give that much away for nothing in return.”

  “But it wasn’t the car I was giving away Luke.” I admit quietly. “It was all the memories that came with it.”

  “Really?”

  “Really,” I tell my knees.

  He lifts my chin with a finger. “And you can admit all of that without shedding a tear or ending up cowering in a corner? Sounds generous and good to me babe. Now, anything else wrong with that particular car?”

  Standing from my chair, my heart pounds with the realisation: I’m still standing. I haven’t
been brought to my knees and it’s good. We’re good.

  This Luke is adorable, I can’t help but play along with him. “It had too many doors and a roof,” I reply inanely, unable to come up with anything wittier. I shuffle so I’m straddling his lap, and kiss and nip at his neck.

  Groaning, he encircles my hips with his strong hands and hoists me higher to feel his rising length growing under me. “The… what?”

  “Mm-hmm,” I agree and continue kissing him. What were we talking about?

  The next thing I know, I’m in the air and being propped on the table. Luke’s kissing me frantically; I’m tearing at his clothes. He leans further and shoves all the papers and his laptop out of the way.

  His top lands on the pile, mine’s a close second. Luke’s got the button popped and the zip down on my jeans, tugging at the denim to leave it hanging off of my leg. I’m pulling at his hair, his fingers are rubbing my swollen nib, heating my body and sending me higher, and higher and- “God, oh my… God.”

  I need him. I need him in me now.

  I have his pants down and my hand around his hard length in seconds.

  God he’s perfect. Thick, long, smooth and solid perfect.

  I guide him in then let go of his shaft, falling back as I try to remember how to breathe. He’s increasing speed, holding my hips in place and pumping me to another orgasm. And it’s hot and wonderful and so, so good.

  Damn, I like kitchen sex with Luke.

  LUKE DISAPPEARED HOURS ago, promising not to be any longer than ‘necessary’. Necessary for what exactly, I don’t know. I’ve gotten much better at the whole insecure he’s going to leave me one day thing. I know I’ve been over reacting - that’s insecurity for you, I guess. I don’t want him to leave, I can’t stop him either. I don’t think, well, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to anyway. So we’re good. Great even.

  Brendan, Ella and Mattie didn’t want to leave…

  No, I know they didn’t. But they also didn’t have a choice.