Five Years

by Brooklyn Knight

  I looked at Blaine, who only shrugged as if he had no idea how any of this had happened.

  Nichola grinned.

  The priest stood stoic, as if this was the kind of shit that happened in his cathedral every week.

  I turned back to my glowing Angel, unable to do anything but stare.

  Her shy smile dipped. “Do you still want to marry me, Mav?” she whispered. “I know we’ve been through a lot, and we took some time off, but… I love you. I knew it before, and I know it even more now. If you still want to marry me, I want to be your wife. I want to celebrate our sixty monthversary.”

  “Are you seriously asking me that?”

  A sudden huff from Nichola sliced into the epic moment. “Can you please hurry up and answer the woman?” she griped. “The two of you may still be working your sh- er… crap out, but me and my man, we wanna fu…I mean… consummate our marriage!” She offered the glaring priest a sweet smile.

  I wanted to laugh, but my face was too stiff. I raised my hand and pushed a curl out of Amaris’s face, even though I had a feeling it was supposed to be there. “Five years or ten, time never mattered to me; but marry me now. Be mine, today,” I whispered.

  “Yes, Maverick. Of course, I will,” she breathed.

  And then we kissed, even though the priest had yet to pronounce us as husband and wife.

  30

  First Lady

  Jesus, be a fence!

  That man, Maverick, was putting his lips on my daughter and the priest hadn’t even started the ceremony properly!

  If you asked me, I’d tell you the entire thing was sacrilegious and inappropriate, and if Jesus was here, He’d be flipping over the tables in anger, like he did in Matthew.

  A double wedding? I’d never heard of such! But I shouldn’t have been surprised, especially since that Nichola was involved.

  I grunted as my grip tightened on my purse and the woman sitting next to me shifted in her seat.

  Unlike me, she had tears in her eyes, and she pressed a linen handkerchief to her nose.

  “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked, even though she wasn’t looking at me. “I just can’t believe it. Look at him. He’s finally happy. And that woman, she is everything to him.”

  I bristled and tried to ignore her mutterings, but she continued.

  “They’ve been through so much, but she was there for him. More than I was. In fact, had it not been for her I would never have taken the time to reflect.”

  Curiosity finally got the best of me. “You’re his mother?”

  The woman turned her watery eyes to mine and smiled with pride. “Yes,” she asserted. “That’s my son, Maverick Dangerfield. And based on the quantity and demographic of the crowd, I’m assuming you’re the mother of my son’s bride.”

  I would have been offended, but the woman was right. There weren’t many of us in the place, another fact which kindled my frustration with my wayward daughter.

  It simply wasn’t enough that she was marrying this heathen, she had to go and do it with none of her family members present, like her aunts and uncles. The crowd amounted to six individuals, and they were all caucasian.

  “Well… yes. That’s my daughter, Amaris Flowers,” I finally answered.

  “Amaris Dangerfield,” she corrected me and lifted her chin.

  My eyes narrowed and I angled mine to match.

  The woman pressed her hankie to her eye and refocused on the abominable scene.

  “Do you really condone this foolishness?” I asked her.

  At that moment, Maverick took Amaris’s hand into his. His eyes were crinkled with pure emotion and something in my heart jerked.

  “You do realize that we are now in-laws, and that the first time we’re laying eyes on one another is when our children are standing at an altar, about to pledge their lives. It’s ridiculous! You don’t know my daughter and I certainly don’t know your son.”

  The woman chuckled and shook her head. “No, I know your daughter,” she whispered. “I met her a few months ago, and in an instant, I knew her. She’s sweet, and kind, and loving… She’s an amazing woman. It terrified me at first, because she was a blatant representation of the things I’d failed to be. I used to be that mother, the one that tried to control her son,” she admitted with regret. “I wanted him to be great; didn’t want him to make mistakes; but your daughter opened my eyes to understand what he really needed, and now I’m that mother.”

  My jaw tightened.

  “Doesn’t she look beautiful?” the woman asked, back on the topic of the blushing couple.

  Again, I turned my eyes to the scene and an unexpected rush of emotion ran into me. Flashes of Amaris as a little girl filled me; the way she’d always done the right thing, exceeded my expectations.

  Then, Maverick’s words came back to my remembrance:

  Your daughter is my angel. She’s a good woman with high standards and unyielding morale… if that means waiting until I’ve put a ring on your daughter’s finger before I can treasure her the way God intended for me to, then that’s exactly what I’m prepared to do…

  I swallowed and then gave in to the urge to smile.

  God was speaking.

  Maverick had spoken.

  It would behoove me to listen.

  When the brief ceremony came to an end, Maverick Dangerfield kissed my daughter and tears of happiness filled her eyes and mine.

  The small congregation clapped.

  I joined in.

  When the newlyweds recessed down the aisle, I congratulated Nichola and her new beau warmly, before reaching out and taking my son-in-law’s hand with a squeeze of approval.

  “Congratulations are in order,” I said. My tone was firm, but I made a conscious effort to loosen it with my next words. “Amaris, thank you for inviting me. You certainly didn’t have to. I mean, with the way things have been between us recently – ”

  “Mama, none of that matters,” she assured me. “There is no way I would have done this day without you, even if it was untraditional and something I know you don’t approve of.”

  “You’re a grown woman, Amaris,” I smiled. “Believe it or not, you don’t need my approval for anything.”

  Her eyes widened in shock and I fanned away her skepticism with my hand.

  “It’s true,” I insisted with a shrug. “I know that now. Besides, you have a husband to answer to, and I believe he’ll make a suitable replacement.”

  Amaris laughed and Maverick ran his hand over her arm.

  I settled, watching his rhythmic action. “And Maverick, I apologize for the way I treated you when we first met. I was wrong about you. I can tell, from the look in my daughter’s eyes, that you are, indeed, the man that God created for her.”

  Maverick’s mouth curved into a smile. “Thank you, First Lady,” he said. “You said time would tell, and it has.”

  “You’re right. It most certainly has. And please, no more of that First Lady stuff. You’re my son. Call me Mama.”

  Maverick grinned, and evidence of why my daughter had fallen for him manifested itself.

  God was in control, and there was no doubt in my mind that all would be well.

  31

  Maverick

  ~Five Years, Three Months, Four Hours~

  She still had on the dress. It trailed behind her, the excess fabric draped over my arm, as I carried her across the threshold of our master bedroom and to my monstrous bed.

  It had only taken a couple of phone calls and a few hefty checks to make it happen, but the entire room was dripping with red roses. Petals covered the entire floor and surface of the bed. They hung from the ceiling and oversized vases were positioned in every corner of the room, filled to the brim with them. To finish off the ambiance, a seductive red glow poured from recessed lighting.

  She was in my arms, but I craned my neck to take her mouth. I reclaimed it, thrusting my tongue inside the sweet cavern, moaning with an eagerness I had no desire to quench.
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br />   Amaris’s head flew back, her neck exposed. I didn’t need Count Dracula’s teeth to sample her throat tonight. I sucked at her skin, pulling blood to the surface.

  She mewed and raked her hands through my hair.

  “Baby, tonight, you have made me into the happiest man in the world. I'm going to make love to you like I've never made love to anyone in my entire life,” I growled against her skin. “Your pussy belongs to me, Amaris. I’m going to show you that tonight.”

  “Oh my god, please…Fuck me, Mav,” she purred. Uninhibited lust poured from her. Her heat was scorching me.

  “I told you, you never have to beg,” I whispered. I raked at the material of her gown until my hand was underneath, and when I found her pussy, it was molten.

  Holy fuck.

  To think… it was my first time touching her here. Almost six years after the fact, and my fingers were grazing her engorged clit, tapping it, becoming accustomed to the feel of it.

  It belonged to me now. Hell, no one else had ever had it. No one else ever would. It was all mine.

  I needed to feel the silk of her interior. I slid her panties to the side, taking note of the fact that she was wearing lace, and inserted two fingers inside of her. Slick, hot moisture greeted the pads of my fingers and I stroked her gently, curling my thumb so that we could have the best of both worlds as I pressed on her clit.

  Amaris shuddered in my arms and her mouth formed into the sexiest geometrical shape I had ever seen. I wanted her to come a million times. Before now, she’d only ever come for me during phone sex.

  Tonight, she’d come from my physical manipulation of her body.

  She deserved this. She was a good girl. She had been faithful to her moral duty and saved herself until marriage. Whether she’d been faithful to her ethical obligations, well, technically that was up for debate. It didn’t matter. I’d legally annihilate anyone who attempted to drag her across the coals.

  Her cries escalated and her body rocked. “Yes baby,” I praised her in a hum. “Did you like that?”

  All she could do was moan.

  I eased my fingers from inside her sex and sucked them into my mouth. My eyes rolled away as I savored her essence.

  “Come again for me. Just like that.” I put her on the bed and made light-work of eliminating the elaborate gown. In seconds it was off her body, and now, all she was wearing was red lace.

  I ripped that off too.

  “Mav,” she moaned.

  I didn’t respond. My eyes were locked onto her treasure, bare and beautiful, the color of toasted almonds.

  I licked my lips like a jungle beast and dipped my face between her thighs. My tongue shot inside of her body, licking up her juices and creating new ones.

  “Ooohhh, shiiitt…” she wheezed out.

  I threw her legs over my shoulders and twirled my tongue over her stiff button, then sucked it.

  Fuck, if I hadn’t dreamed of this moment a million times. Even when I thought we didn’t stand a fighting chance, the fantasies I’d created prevailed. And now, here I was, locked between her shaking legs, drinking her nectar.

  Her legs started to quake, and her nails raked across my back. A squirt and then a gush of her cum rushed into my mouth, slickened my facial hair, and she cried out in a voice that almost shattered the windows.

  I licked her, not wanting to waste a drop.

  Then I ripped out of my clothes.

  The dinner jacket dropped to the floor, followed by my pants.

  Amaris pushed herself to a sitting position on the bed, eyes heavy and drunken.

  “Hurry up,” she rasped.

  I grinned, unbuttoning my shirt. “I’m going as fast as I can.”

  “Uh-uh.” She scooted forward, ripped the shirt off my back, and dragged my boxer briefs off. Then she grabbed my cock and froze.

  I smiled at her. “Go ahead, baby. He’s yours. Do whatever you want with him.”

  She stalled and her brows gathered with what appeared to be concern. Then, just like that, a fervor replaced her fright, and she rolled her hand over my hard cock, starting at the swollen head, and going all the way down my length.

  My knees shook.

  Amaris leaned forward and I watched, eyes as wide as saucers, as she kissed the tip. A pearl of cum balled in the slit, and my Angel licked it away.

  She hummed.

  Without second-guessing herself, her mouth took the head of my cock. An explosion of wet heat encompassed him and grabbing the back of her head was all I could do to keep from keeling over.

  “Baby… don’t… stop…” I moaned.

  She bobbed her head over my dick. Her wet touch danced around it. I moved her head to keep the rhythm, and suddenly, my abs tightened.

  “Shit, Mary, I’m gonna cum.” I attempted to pull her away. I’d heard a few of her mother’s mantras and was certain: ‘never let a man empty is cock in your mouth; it’ll mean you’re a slut’ was one of them, but she refused to budge.

  I couldn’t hold back. My hot, salty load shot into her mouth, and Amaris moaned as she lapped it up, like it was wedding cake.

  My body went limp, but she pulled me on top of her. Her thighs were spread as she took my cock into her hands and stroked it back to life.

  “Fuck me, Mav. I’ve waited my entire life for this moment.”

  I stared into her eyes. “I know you have.”

  I crooked my arm under her back, and scooted her up the bed, until her head was nestled in the pillows.

  I removed her hand from my member and took over stroking, all the while, sliding my fingers between her dripping folds.

  It only took me a few seconds. I touched the fat tip of my dick against her entrance. I leaned over and kissed her, slowly.

  “Will it hurt?” she whispered.

  “A little,” I admitted. “But only for a second.”

  I pressed him inside of her. Shit, she was tight as fuck, and it had me ready to ejaculate, just from the feel.

  I focused and pressed a little deeper.

  Amaris’s body stiffened.

  “Relax, baby,” I encouraged her. “Daddy’s got you.”

  This made the wall muscles of her pussy relax.

  Quickly, I thrust deep inside of her and felt the barrier break. My Angel cried out and tears sprang from her eyes, but I froze in place, waiting for her sex to adjust to mine.

  I wrapped my arms around her, waiting until her breathing slowed.

  And then it did.

  “Are you ready, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I delivered slow, easy strokes; well-timed, gentle pumps. It wasn’t long before Amaris’s hips started grinding against my cock, forcing my lips to loosen.

  “Slow down, baby,” I urged her. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”

  “But it feels… so… good…” She arched her back, lifting her pussy into me.

  My body rocked from a surge of energy.

  “Baby, wait…” I panted. “Don’t do that. You’re gonna make me – ”

  “Fuck me, Maverick!”

  Shit…

  The pace increased. I slammed my cock into the hole that was perfectly accustomed for only me. My balls were heavy again, slapping her ass as I drove into her.

  Amaris rolled her pussy into me, wrapped her legs around my waist. I ripped the bra away from her titties and watched them bounce in the red lighting, before dropping my mouth to her areola.

  “Oh shit, Maverick!” she screamed.

  Fuck me!

  We both exploded. The entire room shook, like I was in a fun house at a fair. The climax took control of my body, until a series of seizures immobilized me, then I fell next to my Angel, who was trembling in the afterglow of our marital consummation.

  I turned on my side and pulled her close.

  Her hair was everywhere. Makeup, streaked. I pushed strands out of her face.

  “I love you, Mary,” I whispered.

  “I love you too,” she whispered ba
ck. She kissed my mouth. “Mav, can we be honest with one another?”

  “Four minutes?” I asked, remembering the original time-limit.

  Amaris smiled and shook her head at me. “Uh-uh,” she said. “That runs out too quickly. I was thinking more like a lifetime for this one.”

  My eyes smoldered and I took her cheek into my palm. “I’ll take it,” I whispered. “Set a timer.”

  Thank You

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  ~xx~

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  Coup: The Franch Connection Series, Book 2

  Trois: The French Connection Series, Book 3

  Torn: The Alpha Series, Book 1

  Loveless: The Alpha Series, Book 2

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