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Reclaiming Maysen

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by Liberty Parker


  He begins rapidly pistoning his hips back and forth, and this time it’s me who throws their head back. I call out his name as he growls over and over again the word mine. All I can think about is how much I love hearing him claim me. I look back at him and his mouth is open as he heavily breathes. His chest is rising and falling and I can’t help but lean over and nibble on his neck.

  “Fuck yes, holy fuck, Maysen!”

  Skin to skin is so much better than him being covered. I can feel everything so much better this way. “We’re never using protection again,” I purr between his thrusts.

  “Never!” he agrees with me. “Fucking hell you feel so good grasping me with your tight cunt.” Usually, I hate that word, but for some odd reason when he used it just then, it didn’t bother me so much.

  “I’m gonna come,” I announce.

  “I can feel you tightening up on me, let go, Maysen. Coat me with your juices!” Something about his dirty talking way causes me to ignite and I scream so hard and loud that I fear I may lose my voice.

  He’s not far behind me, my name shouted from his lips and I can feel the warmth of his release as he thrusts one last time and freezes.

  Nothing will ever change us, we’ll only get better as we get older.

  Absolutely nothing.

  * * *

  Maddox

  * * *

  We get out of the pond and walk back up to where our clothes are lying on the ground. We only put our essentials on before I go over and grab the blanket off of my horse. “Thanks, buddy,” I say to him petting his neck. I’ve had my horse going on five years now, and he’s always been tame since the day he was born. I missed him last year when I was away at school and am dreading the fact that these lazy summer days are coming to a close.

  I need to start training again, tomorrow, but today is all about me and my girl. “Here, Maysen,” I say, laying the blanket out. We get settled and are laying on our backs. I put it under a shade tree, we’ll still get some sun, but not enough to where we’ll get burned. We talk about school and I tell her all about my freshman year so she knows what to expect when we get there in the next couple of weeks.

  Before I realize how late it’s gotten, we both fall asleep. I’m so content with her, that the day’s hours get away from me. When we wake a couple of hours later, we make love beneath the shade tree before getting up and heading to the house to have dinner. I’m sure my parents will be home soon and I need to clean up our mess from the loft. I smile when I remember everything we shared the night before. Life can’t get any better than this.

  We get showered and she insists on helping me clean up. I tried to resist, but she wouldn’t let me. She opposed me by stating that she was there too and should help clean up before the parental figures arrive. I laughed at her, but it really took us no time at all to get rid of our trash and clean up. We work well as a team.

  Later that night, I’m on my back in bed thinking how empty my arms feel with her in her own room. I don't want to disrespect my parents, so I stay in my room, but it takes me forever to fall asleep.

  When I finally manage it, I dream of a future with Maysen at my side.

  Part II

  College Life

  Maddox

  When we left my house this morning, I thought my mom was going to go through an entire box of Kleenex. She doted on me and Maysen as if she wasn’t ever going to see us again. If it wasn't so sad, I would’ve laughed. But then she would’ve smacked me on my head and that shit hurts. My mom doesn’t hit like a woman, Pete taught her self-defense and she knows how to take a man down to his knees.

  “My parents just texted me, they’re already there and signing me in. Impatient much?” She sounds upset, but I know secretly inside she’s happy that they’re there waiting for us to arrive.

  “Let them know we’re pulling off the highway and will be there in ten depending on traffic. Sometimes these college assholes forget that they didn’t get their driver's license from a cracker jack box.”

  “I can’t wait to see them! I know it’s not been that long since they came up to visit and I hope they remembered to bring my car this time!” I laugh at her, because she let them have it for not bringing it when they came to see her.

  “You know your dad won’t forget your car, baby. He explained that it’d been awhile since they did a road trip on the bike and with the weather being so nice, they took advantage. Can’t say as I blame them. Once I’m confident he won’t kill me, I’m going to get you on the back of my bike.”

  “Your bike?”

  “Yeah, the one I bought and have been taking lessons on.”

  “You bought a bike,” she says in a near-whisper. “I love riding, Maddox.”

  “I know you do. I’ve seen you on the back of Hatch and Uncle Braxton’s bikes before. The exhilaration and freedom on your face is what helped me make the decision to start riding.”

  “I hope you didn’t do it just for me?”

  “No, I’ve always wanted to ride, but could never get my mother on board.”

  “She is kind of protective of you and Danika,” she snickers because my mom’s been known to take it to extremes at times.

  “I don’t want to think about it,” I smirk. When my mom found out that Maysen and I had done the deed, she sat us down and gave us the ‘talk’. I still to this day don’t know how she figured it out, I’m putting it down to motherly intuition and leaving it at that. I thought my girl was going to explode from embarrassment. She ducks her head when I look over at her.

  “I still can’t believe she had the birds and bees talk with us. That was the most humiliating moment of my life.”

  “It wasn’t that bad,” I try to ease her. “It could’ve been so much worse.”

  “How?”

  “She could’ve called your mom.”

  She burst out into laughter, “Can you imagine! Mom would’ve brought some of her books and insisted we read them together.” I join her in laughter because that definitely sounds like something DJ would do.

  “Let’s just hope the mothers haven’t been talking.”

  “Nooo,” she clamps her eyes shut. “You don’t think they did, do you?”

  “Do you think your mom wouldn’t have called you and said something by now?”

  “Not if she’s planning a sneak attack!” The visual that just entered my head is comical. A sneak attack, my woman has a fascinating imagination.

  “Well, whatever firing squad we’re going to face happens now, we’re here.”

  “Joy,” she mutters inhaling deeply. “Let’s do this, and no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

  “You make it sounds like we’re walking into something we won’t come out of.”

  “I know I’m being dramatic, but with my folks, you never know.” There’s a knock on her window causing us both to jump.

  “Figures,” I grumble out.

  I press the unlock button and Hatch opens Maysen’s door. “There’s my girl,” he assists her getting out of the car. I turn the key shutting the car off and get out. I walk around the front of the car and meet them on the passenger side.

  “Hatch,” I stick my hand out for him to shake.

  “Maddox,” he takes my offered hand and shakes it. “Good drive?”

  “Wasn’t bad, no traffic until we hit college lane.”

  “Tell me about it, bunch of punk ass bitches.” The ice is broken with that and we both laugh. “Well, let’s go get my girl signed in and moved into her room.”

  “I only have a couple of suitcases, Dad. Did you remember my car?”

  “Already told ya I’d bring it and we did. Stop hounding me, I’ve never lied to ya before and don’t plan on starting now.”

  “I know, Daddy. I just wanted to make sure I had it so if I find a job I don’t have to walk.”

  “You don’t need to work, your mom and I’ve got you.”

  “I wanna make my own way.” I feel like this is a broken record conversation
. They beat this horse to death all summer long.

  “Well, this shit isn’t going to unpack itself,” I try to end this conversation before it becomes an argument. I walk around to the trunk and pop it, grabbing her bags out, Hatch comes behind me and grabs one from my hands.

  “Thanks.” He looks like he’s swallowed a lemon when he says this.

  “No problem,” I respond shutting the lid.

  “You need to check in?” Is he seriously thinking he’s getting rid of me this easily? Hell no, the day has been planned for a long time. Once we get her settled and her parents are off, we’re unloading my shit. I will have the same room I had last year, so my stuff is basically already there and waiting for me. I just have to offload my clothes and unpack them.

  “Nah, Maysen’s going to come help me when we’re done here.”

  “Figures,” he throws over his shoulder walking back over to his daughter. “Let’s go, your mom is waiting in line to sign you in.”

  I don’t say anything, preferring to leave that comment alone. Instead, I grab her hand as we make our way to the registration area. I hate this time of year because it’s chaotic and I think it’s going to drive DJ and Hatch up the wall. DJ doesn’t deal well with disorganization or stupidity, and for some reason this place thrives on it. At least during this ‘get your shit’ part of things. Thankfully, the lines seem to be moving and before we know it, Maysen has her packet of information.

  “Let’s take this stuff to your dorm, get the car unloaded and situated and then go grab something to eat,” Hatch says rubbing his stomach.

  “There’s a great wings place not too far from here,” I announce. “We can hit them up once we’re done.”

  “Sounds good.”

  * * *

  Maysen

  * * *

  I can’t believe all the things Mom and Dad bought me for my room. I received a new laptop, bedding, lamps, pillows, they loaded me up on paper, pens, pencils, markers and notebooks. I even got a new printer to accompany the laptop, ‘for reports’ my dad grunted as he handed it to me. I’m standing in the middle of the room, looking around and am excited to see how perfect my room came together. I am ready to begin this new journey in my life. It’s even better that Maddox is going to be by my side.

  “Mom, y’all did too much!” I bounce on the balls of my feet as I watch Dad and Maddox set up the printer.

  “We want to make sure you’re prepared,” she replies, hanging up the clothes she brought from home. “Picked up some warmer clothes too. Your dad checked the Farmer’s Almanac and saw that the weather is gonna be bad this winter.” I nearly laugh out loud because Dad always says, ‘this winter’s gonna be bad’ and then we wear nothing heavier than a jumper. I’ve had more coats to pass down and give to Goodwill because I outgrow them without ever having used them… not even once.

  I barely resist rolling my eyes at her words. Barely. Because Dad’s the enforcer for the club, he is always looking at every little thing that could impact the club as a whole so him doing this for me is not surprising. Mom catches me and grins because she knows how he is. “Don’t worry, I double-checked the weather station before the old ladies and I went shopping. I think he’s right for a change,” she whispers. She says it like it’s a shocking statement. Mom loves to be right and hates it when Dad is.

  “I heard that,” Dad says. “Better to have it and not need it than need it and be unable to find it.” I groan because he’s said that a lot growing up as well. I swear, our pantry looks like a doomsday preparedness center! We’ll never run out of dry goods or bottled water. We could start our own landfill with the amount of plastic we have stored.

  “Well, thank you both,” I state, trying to stop the brewing ‘discussion’ because they can go on and on incessantly and I don’t want anything to ruin today. “I’m surprised Rae didn’t figure a way out of watching the younger kids and come.”

  “Oh, she tried,” Dad chuckles.

  “I don’t even wanna know.”

  “Well, don’t be surprised if on weekends you have a visitor. She’s determined to live the college life with you. She’s going to give me gray hairs,” Dad mumbles.

  “You already have grays, dear,” Mom reiterates as she walks by tugging on his locks.

  “Do not!” he emphatically denies.

  “So, what’s that glistening in your beard then?”

  “Highlights from the sun. Years of exposure from riding my girl.”

  “Which one?” Mom places her hands on her hips. Okay, we’ve hit danger zone here and I need to redirect this before they end up on the floor and Maddox and I go running for eye bleach.

  “Abort! Abort!” I call out, something Rae and I came up with when Mom and Dad would start getting enthusiastic in their rumblings.

  Maddox doubles over laughing at my words. He’s been around long enough that he knows how they get.

  “This discussion isn’t over, Jayden Hatchet,” Mom promises. “We’ll pick this up later, when we’re alone.”

  “Dad, I’m thinking before you get home you should go through Mom’s purse and extract the pliers.”

  “I’m not gonna use Shirley on your dad!”

  “You’ve threatened to on many occasions, Mom.”

  “Whatever, I’d never use them on your dad though.”

  “Liar!” Dad jumps up pointing a finger in her direction. “You’ve used them on me once.”

  “I traced them up your thigh, she never opened up her teeth and bit you. It’s time to move on from that night and put your big boy undies on.”

  “He probably will never wear the same pair as that night again. They’re probably nice and stained,” I tease my dad.

  “Honey, those things hit the trash can the same night,” Dad informs me. “First time I’ve shit my pants since I was like two.”

  “Oh, good grief.” Now I’m wondering why I changed the subject because this has taken a turn that may give me more nightmares.

  “All set, let’s eat,” Maddox says, standing up from the desk and dusting off his hands. Gotta love how he stepped in and saved us all.

  “I’m ready,” I state, grabbing my purse.

  Maddox

  We’re standing in the parking lot waving bye to her parents. “Now, let’s go get my things settled so you can meet the guys.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I can’t believe how long they dragged their goodbye’s out for.”

  “I’m not.” Her parents are drama with a capital D. Good people but definitely a bit high-strung. Well, at least her mom is. I’m glad they’re so devoted to their kids though because they’ve raised one helluva girl. My girl.

  We walk over to my car and I help her get inside. Something I’ve always done with her and something I’ll do until it’s impossible for my body. I get in and reach over giving her a quick kiss. I start the car and begin driving. I grab her hand and hold it tightly in mine. No words can express the kind of love I feel for her. The English dictionary hasn’t come up with the expressions I need to say to her.

  We arrive in less than five minutes and we each grab a bag. Walking up to the door I smile at the rambunctious behaviors I can hear through the door. I open it up and walk in only to have to quickly duck at a flying pillow. “Welcome back, asswipe!” my teammate, Tristan, hollers out.

  “Everyone settle your asses down, I want you to meet my girl.” Suddenly, I hear crickets as everyone stops and stares in our direction. She timidly waves in their direction. “Everyone, this is Maysen, Maysen, I’ll introduce you to these bozos later, let’s go get my shit in my room.” She follows behind me, one hand holding a bag and the other one is holding onto a belt loop of my jeans.

  “They’re a bit...wild,” she finally finds a word that won’t demean my friends.

  “They’re a bit eccentric,” I agree. “But they’re damn good guys. You’ll like them once you get to know them.”

  “I’m sure I will. It’s just going to be an adjustment. Boys will be boys.”
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  “Honey, there’s no boys here,” Pike says, meeting us at the top of the staircase.

  “Oh yeah?” my girl questions him.

  “I could prove it to ya, but I don’t wanna have to fight your man when you come for the big guns.”

  “Now you're dreaming, asshole,” I slug him in the shoulder. I want to pound him harder because I’m sure she’s embarrassed, but he does the pole vault as well as one of the legs of the relay, and coach would have my ass if I caused him an injury.

  “You know that the ladies claim I invade their dreams,” he wiggles his eyebrows in my girl’s direction.

  “You won’t be invading mine, I’ve already got my dream man,” she informs him.

  “Boo-ya, motherfucker! Go try to steal someone else’s girl.”

  “Aww, but yours is the prettiest,” he pouts.

  “Damn straight, but she’s not available. Now, get outta my way, asshole, this luggage is getting heavy.” As I brush past him, I’m hoping he’s the last one I encounter for awhile. Living in this huge house with my track buddies is trying at times, but others I’m grateful to have their company.

  When we get into my room, I toss my luggage on the bed then grab the bag my girl has and it flies through the air next to the other one. I grab her by the waist and slam us up against the wall. “I need your lips on mine,” I say, before slamming mine down on hers.

  “Mmm,” she moans as I take possession of her mouth. “Maddox, we can’t do anything with all these people here,” she hisses.

  “I know, baby, but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss my girl. It’s been hours.” She’ll get used to all the people living here and eventually give in, but today’s not about that.

 

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