by Alexa Davis
“Pop, where am I going to put this?” I asked as I looked down at my outfit and tried to think of where I could tuck the good luck charm.
“Oh, I didn’t really think about that,” he said as he looked me over and then kissed my cheek. “You really look beautiful, Brookie.”
“Oh, Pop, stop it,” I said as I tried not to let the tears well up and ruin my makeup.
“You ready to do this, kiddo?” my father asked as he held out his arm and smiled warmly.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I smiled and took his arm just as the music started.
We walked through the kitchen to the backdoor where we stopped and looked at each other and laughed because we knew we were both waiting for my mother to yell at us.
“Stop dawdling and start walking,” she called from her seat out in the yard. The whole crowd burst out laughing because they, too, knew about my mother and her floors.
The music started as my father took a step forward, and I followed down the stairs and across the lawn. The backyard had been landscaped especially for this occasion, and it looked like a botanical garden with all the trees and flowering bushes. I smiled as we started up the center aisle, lined with flower petals that led all the way to the handsome man waiting for me at the end of it.
I held his gaze the whole walk to him. And when I reached his side, my father took both of our hands and joined them before he said, “Be kind to one another. Always.” He turned to go join my mother, but before he reached her, he looked back at us and added, “And, stay off your mother’s floors.”
The crowd erupted into a fit of laughter and the officiate began, “We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony…”
When we got to the vows, I looked up at the handsome man in front of me and in a confident voice I said, “Mr. Malone, I promise you a lifetime of love, joy, laughter, and warmth. I promise that I will cherish and respect you. I promise that I will listen to you and talk with you. But most of all, I promise that our home will always be a place where you will want to return to after you’ve been out in the world. I promise to be your partner, your friend, your lover, and your biggest supporter. As long as I’m with you, I will always be at home.”
Dax smiled warmly as he looked into my eyes and said his vows, “Brooke, you had my heart from the moment I met you. And every day I’ve spent with you has simply served to confirm that I’ve found a home for my heart. I promise that I will protect, respect, and love you. I will support you and listen to you, and I will strive to make a home for your big, beautiful heart as we spend our lives living and loving together.”
There was not a dry eye in the house as he slipped the ring on my finger and the officiate pronounced us man and wife. Dax lifted one hand to brush the stray hairs from my cheek before he bent down and wrapped his arms around me. He looked deep into my eyes as he mouthed, “I love you,” before he bent and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss as he lifted me off of my feet and raised one arm in victory.
“Hey, don’t drop me, Malone!” I cried as I felt myself slipping out of his grasp. “This dress cost a fortune, buddy!”
“Don’t get sassy with me, Mrs. Malone,” he said as he kissed me again and gently lowered me to the floor. We joined hands and as the crowd of friends and family clapped and cheered, Dax and I walked down the aisle into the next chapter of our lives.
Epilogue – Dax
In the low light of our bridal suite, I looked at my wife and shook my head. How had I gotten so lucky? This had been a day more perfect than I ever could have imagined. The only thing that could have made it better would have been to have my parents alive to see it.
Brooke looked beautiful, in a dress that was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It started out deep blue at the base and got lighter and lighter until at the top it was the lightest shade of robin’s egg blue. I knew this because I’d been the one to help her pick it out. We’d decided to reject all the traditional wedding dictates and create a celebration that reflected everything we valued and loved.
We’d had a rough time after the shooting while I’d recovered. And we’d had to go to court to support Riza as she was put on trial for Lydia’s murder. When the judge asked her why she’d done it, Riza simply said she didn’t know. There was no good reason for it, and she couldn’t remember doing it. I still had my doubts about whether she’d actually done it or whether she’d been the fall guy for someone else’s crime, but she had seemed to make peace with it. Roger proved to be a solid lawyer and a good friend to her.
After the trial was over, I’d kept my promise to Brooke and done everything in my power to extract myself from the drug trade. I’d made a deal with one of the north side guys to let him be silent owner of Apex if he’d let Kesha run it the way she saw fit. I wanted to sell it to her, but she just didn’t have the cash to buy it. So I did the next best thing and retained ownership of the club until Kesha could raise the cash to buy it. I let the north siders do their thing in the back room and didn’t ask questions. I knew that Kesha had made her own deal with them, but I didn’t interfere. Once she’d made enough bank to buy the place, I’d be out of that world for good.
Then, I took the profits I’d been banking and bought a couple of properties on Skid Row and set out to develop them so that folks living there could have a grocery store and other small neighborhood stores. I trained the workers and only hired people from the neighborhood. I would never want for money, so I figured I could use my good fortune to help change the neighborhood for the better and maybe benefit kids who were in the same situation as Beck and I had been.
Beck got clean, and I bankrolled his college degree. He was now a sophomore at UCLA, working on a degree in nursing and hoping to enter the rehab sector once he graduated and earned his license. All in all, we were doing pretty well.
I looked at my wife and smiled as she wrestled with the zipper on her dress. She’d never looked lovelier than she had looked standing in front of me reciting her vows, and I’d never loved her more than I did today.
“C’mere, and let me help you with that, silly woman,” I chuckled as she walked over and turned around. I couldn’t help myself as I reached up and swept her hair off of her neck before I leaned down and kissed her softly. She sighed as she leaned into my kiss and I slowly unzipped her dress, letting it sink in a brilliant blue pool on the ground at her feet.
“Mrs. Malone, you were the most beautiful woman at the party today,” I whispered as I slipped my hands around her body and ran them up until I gently cupped her full beautiful breasts, one in each hand.
“And you were the most dashing man at the party, Mr. Malone,” she sighed. “I’m so lucky to have married such a handsome man.”
“And talented,” I said. “Don’t forget how talented I am.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll ever let me forget that, Mr. Malone,” she whispered as I bent down and ran my tongue up her neck.
“Not if I have my way, you won’t,” I said, smiling as I teased her nipples with my fingers and drew a soft moan from between her lips.
“You do that so well,” she sighed as I slid my hands under her lingerie and began teasing in earnest. I quickly undid the rest of her trappings and before I knew it, my wife stood before me naked and shining in the low light.
“My God, you are beautiful,” I murmured as I scooped her up and carried her to our wedding bed. “I’m never going to be able to get enough of you.”
“Mmmm,” she replied as she stretched up and wrapped her arms around my neck so she could pull me down into a deep kiss. “Get those clothes off and come test that theory out!”
I quickly shed my wedding suit and climbed into bed next to her. I loved running my hands over her bare skin, not only because she was so soft and warm, but because it elicited a response I loved no matter how many times I did it.
“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” she asked as she ran her hand up my arm and
watched me admiring the curve of her hip as she lay pressed against me.
“I doubt it, but I’ll let you know if it ever happens on my end,” I said with a wink. “We may need to bring in a pinch hitter if that happens.”
“You’re such a jerk!” she laughed as she reached down between my legs and firmly grasped me with her hand. “You’d better be careful because I now own half of this.”
“You wish!” I said as I slid my hand between her thighs and slipped my fingers between her silky lips. She cried out softly as I began stroking. “Then, this is half mine.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she continued squeezing and stroking in time to my rhythm. I leaned over and kissed her deeply as we lost ourselves in the attempt to please each other. I could feel her becoming more aroused, and I knew I was growing harder in her hand. When I slipped a finger just inside her tight wet entrance and felt her grip me, I knew I had to have her.
I pulled her on top of me as I rolled onto my back and slid my shaft between her dripping wet lips. She moved back and forth, coating me in her wetness as we both moaned and ached for more. The intensity of the teasing drove us both to the edge of our raging desire. In one swift movement, she gripped the base of my shaft and slipped the tip just inside her tight opening. She rocked back and forth a little, teasing me by pushing in and pulling out as I felt her juices running down the length of my shaft and coating everything below it.
I moaned loudly, wanting to thrust up inside of her and feel myself buried in her warm wet womb, but I knew better. I knew that if I waited for her to make the first move, it would be that much more intense and amazing. And when she did, it was.
She teased until I begged her to stop, and then she looked down at me with those beautiful blue eyes as she took me inside of her in one quick motion.
I cried out as I felt her enveloping me and then rocking back and forth before she began the familiar rhythm I’d come to know and love. I gripped her hips as I thrust up to meet her downward motion and felt her riding me harder and faster as she rocked. I reached down and began stroking her sensitive little nub, knowing full well that she was on the edge of a huge orgasm and that all I had to do was stroke her enough to send her flying off the edge. And so I did.
I felt it building as she tightened around me and I thrust up into her harder and deeper as I felt her begin to climax. She cried out and fell forward as she braced herself against my shoulders and rode me harder. I held her thighs and thrust up again and again, feeling my own release just moments away.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes! Dax, please! Yes!” The sound of her pleasure sent me flying off the edge of the cliff. I felt my whole body go numb for a moment as the heat moved from my feet to my head and then engulfed me in a wave of pleasure so intense that I cried out as my hips pumped upward of their own volition. I couldn’t stop as I rode the wave with her, both of us moving and sliding against each other.
When we were finally still again, I lifted her damp hair off of her face and said, “I don’t think I’ll need a pinch hitter.”
Brooke burst out laughing and lay in my arms until we both fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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ROUGH
By Alexa Davis
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 Alexa Davis
CHAPTER ONE
NICK
I sat at the bar and wondered if twenty-four was the magic age when everyone realized they’re just wasting their lives, or if it was just me.
I turned twenty-four last week and now sitting at the bar in this loud, chaotic club, like I’ve done hundreds of times before, my head felt like it was going to explode, and at nine p.m., all I wanted to do was go home.
“Hey, Max, do you have any aspirin?”
The bartender, who knew me well, reached underneath the counter and then tossed two foil packs of Ibuprofen my way. I opened them, popped all four into my mouth, and washed them down with my beer.
In the club’s defense, my head had been pounding before I got here. My new trainer, Charlie, was all over my ass earlier today. He said I’ll get my ass kicked in the biggest match I’ve had to date because my head’s not completely into it. I tried to tell him that it might seem that way to someone who didn’t know me, but the night of the fight, I will be completely focused. I don’t lose – ever – and you’d think my record would speak for itself.
But Charlie was different than my old trainer. Martin Zandt was sixty-six when he started training me when I was twenty. He was a tough, old coot that had been on top of the game as a prize fighter in his youth. He taught me everything I know, but he also taught me how to hone the hunger and the anger living inside of me and use that as much as I did the techniques I was learning.
He never gave me shit about being a kid and enjoying life, either. He actually encouraged the type of behavior that landed me on the front of every tabloid in the country when I first came on the scene in Vegas and started winning. I was as much of a lover as I was a fighter by nature and Martin thought that was good for business.
Charlie had a different opinion. He said if I was thinking with my small head, then I’m going to get my big one knocked off. My response to that was, “Neither of them are small.” He didn’t even crack a smile.
It was bad enough I was stuck with a trainer who had no sense of humor, but I was stuck training in a crappy gym, too, instead of the state-of-the-art training center Martin was affiliated with. I guess in all honesty, Charlie’s gym wasn’t crappy. He had all of the equipment, and it was big, open, and clean.
But the atmosphere was different – too laid back, I think. All of the guys in my league train at the other facility and it was like a big party every day.
What I had been thinking, agreeing to this, I’ll never know. This was Martin’s fault. He had told me Charlie was the best. He said he was even better than him. So far, I just hadn’t seen it.
When Martin retired last month at seventy years old, he was still a badass. I could only hope I was that much of a badass when I was that age.
We threw him a surprise retirement party at the Mirage two weeks ago. He was wasted afterwards and on the verge of passing out, so I hadn’t felt right sticking him in a cab. I drove him home and it was the first time I’d ever been in his house. I practically had to carry him in and sit him on the couch. I’d been surprised to see the fireplace mantle and the walls were all decorated with photographs of him and a beautiful woman. The pictures all looked decades old, and when he noticed me looking at them, he said, “That’s Reyna.”
“She’s beautiful,” I said. I had no idea who Reyna was. Before the night was over, I would. Martin started talking and the sun was coming up before he stopped.
Apparently, Reyna was his wife. He married her when they were both twenty-one, before he got into fighting. He was discovered at his brother’s gym a year later and quickly rose to fame. Even back in those days, women loved bad boys, he told me. Martin said they started throwing themselves at him and instead of throwing them back, he fucked most of them. A year into his career, Reyna filed for divorce.
He said that at first, he was relieved since that meant he could do what he wanted without sneaking around. He fucked a different woman every night and rarely did one twice. It sounded a lot like my life since I’d turned eighteen. I was almost basking in that fact before it dawned on me that he was sitting home alone at seventy years old, surrounded by photographs of Reyna with tears in his eyes as he talked about her.
“So,” I asked him almost hesitantly, “You regret giving her up?”
H
e looked at me with his watery and faded, green eyes and said, “About a year after our divorce, I ran into her at a restaurant. She was remarried and pregnant with her first child. She was so happy and still the sweetest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. From that day until this one, I’ve had regrets every single day. I traded true love – the kind that would have netted me a family and a good woman – to spend my retirement with, for this.” He lifted his hands and looked around the room.
That was my first clue that maybe the way I was living my life would get old someday. I had never thought about committing to a woman, but I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the rest of my life alone, either.
The next clue that I needed to change my ways came about a week later when my best friend from high school called and asked me to be the best man in his wedding. He talked about his fiancée for almost an hour, and if I hadn’t interrupted him, he may have gone on all night. I started wondering what it might be like to love someone like that and maybe have them love you like that in return. It wasn’t my usual type of thought.
Since then, I’d had that thought a lot and even my interest in bars, parties, and easy women waned. It had been over a week since I’d had sex – and for me, that was huge.
With a sigh, I decided to give it up and go home to get some sleep. Maybe that was all I needed to get rid of this hellacious pain in my head. I stood up and dropped a twenty on the bar for Max. As I turned to leave, I heard a voice purr out,
“Hey, sexy.”
The voice belonged to a woman old enough to be my mother. She looked good for her age, if not a little plastic. She’d overdone the boob job and her forehead was a little too smooth, but my cock lurched in my jeans nonetheless.
“Hey.”
The club was crowded, but not enough so that the brush of her hard nipples pressing against my arm through her low-cut blouse could have been considered an accident. She had her duck face on as she looked up at me and batted unnaturally long eyelashes. I wasn’t sure if she was hitting on me or about to take a selfie. I thought I had decided to turn over my new leaf tonight, but apparently my cock hadn’t been on board with that plan. He was begging me to give this MILF a chance.