Moments In Time: A Collection of Short Fiction (37 page)

Pulling up to her apartment, I park and cut the bike off. At her door, I give her a kiss, planning to leave. She grabs my hand and takes me in the door behind her. Lacing her hand in mine, she leads me to her bedroom. This isn’t like Kenzy to be assertive. She pushes me down to her bed as she climbs on me.

Pushing me back so I’m lying flat under her, she pulls her shirt off, revealing a white lace bra. As soon as she’s free of her shirt, she’s kissing me. No longer taken by surprise, I kiss her back as I cup her ass and grind her against my bulging erection. She moans as the friction of our jeans is sending more pleasure through her.

She pulls away, kissing my neck before she comes up and nips my earlobe. “I want you, Maverick,” she whispers, her breath tickling down my neck.

Flipping us over so she’s under me, I unbutton her jeans and slide them down to her boots, where I stop to remove them and then continue to slide the denim pants off her. Giving myself a second, I remove my boots and unbutton my jeans to give my hard cock more room. As I make my way back up the length of her body, I take a moment to remove my shirt. At her juncture, I nip at her mound through her matching white lace thong. She rocks into my mouth, wanting more.

Her hands come down, her nails grazing my bald head as I trail kisses over her stomach and hips, teasing her. Running my hands down, I tease her over her panties. Tucking my fingers under the edge of the fabric, I run my hand to her back. I use the thin string of the thong to pull her panties between the lips of her pussy, creating pressure against her sex and causing her to arch forward, seeking more.

Using my teeth, I bite at her nipples through the lace of her bra as she writhes and moans for more. Finally, when I kiss her again, she attacks my mouth as she rocks under me. Moving my hand, I slide her panties to the side and glide my fingers between her lips. Dipping the tip of my finger in her, I circle her entrance as she pants heavily. Pulling my mouth from hers, I drop down to suckle her neck as I move my finger in and out of her wet heat.

She clenches around me as I add a second finger. Reckless abandon washes over her features as she’s on the verge of release and working her body against my fingers to find it.

“Give it to me, Kenzy.”

Taking my thumb, I rub a circle over her clit as I push my first two fingers inside her. She clamps fiercely around me as her body trembles when her orgasm hits.

“I want you, Maverick.”

“You have me, baby,” I whisper back.

Removing my fingers, I slide her panties off as she leans up to remove her bra. Reaching down to my jeans, I pull a condom from my wallet. Dropping my boxers, I sheath myself and lie over her.

“Are you sure, Kenzy?” I ask as the head of my cock pokes at her entrance.

She reaches her arms around my neck, gently brushing her nails over my scalp. Locking eyes with mine, she whispers, “I love you, Maverick.”

At her words, I press inside her, slowly letting my body join with hers. “I love you, Kenzy.”

With that she rocks into me, engulfing my entire length inside her tight pussy. Keeping our pace slow, we keep our eyes locked. Sweat beads on my brow, but I can’t turn away from her gaze. The intensity of our emotions is just as great as what’s building between our bodies. As she’s arching to me for more, I increase my pace, sliding almost completely out before entering her once again. She matches me thrust for thrust as she tightens her inner muscles around my cock, her orgasm coming on fast and sending me over the edge right behind her.

After we both come down from everything we just shared, I go to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the condom. She ends up in the bathroom not far behind me, where we shower together in the tight space, leading to another round. Spent and sated, we make our way to her bed. We lay silently together in each other’s arms and fall fast sleep.

Epilogue

MaKenzy

One Year Later

What a difference a year makes. Once heartbroken, untrusting, and lonely, I’m now in love and ready to marry the man of my every dream and fantasy. Jessika is wearing a strapless coral to-the-knee fitted dress, and my mom is wearing a chocolate-brown one-shoulder floor-length gown. My dress is a simple strapless white gown with lace overlay. Our ceremony is small as neither Maverick nor I want anything over-the-top elaborate. This is a private, intimate moment to share the exchange of our vows and our love for each.

Richard is doing well. He’s really buckled down on his diet and gotten his diabetes under control for the first time ever. He’s been fitted for his prosthesis, and has been working with his physical therapist to walk more and more on it, even though that has brought on its own set of challenges.

I’ve recently moved in with Richard and Maverick. We’re there if Richard needs us, but for the most part, he does everything on his own. He likes my cooking and I like his company.

There is a knock at the bridal room door. Jessika goes over to answer it. Richard wheels in not far behind Jessika as she opens the door wide for him. I smile sweetly as I watch him come over to me.

“Kenzy, you look beautiful. Are you ready?”

“Almost,” I reply, taking his hand in mine. “I need an escort down the aisle.”

Tears pool behind his eyes. “Are you asking me?”

“I didn’t have a dad until you. Richard, you are someone special to me. You brought Maverick and me together, in a way. I would be honored if you would walk me down the aisle and give me away today.”

“Are you sure? What if I stumble? I’ll need to lean on you.”

“As sure as I am that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days loving your son, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

Pride crosses his face as he nods his head in agreement. Together we make our way to the church’s front doors. Richard parks his wheelchair and rises. The doors open, and with my arm on his dad’s, I make my way down to my love.

The End

This story is for my father-in-law. We laid him to rest in 2008 after a long battle with Type 2 diabetes. He lost his first leg in 2003 and his second in 2007. This invisible disease destroyed a twenty-year Air Force veteran slowly and painfully.

Keep an eye on your glucose tolerance; it’s serious business.

Loving and miss you always, Daba, rest in paradise.

About the Author

Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in southern Louisiana with her husband and two children, but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming. Chelsea always wanted to be a writer but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream. Finally she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, it was time to follow her own advice.

When she’s not spending her days writing, you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book, or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in.

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Books by Chelsea Camaron include:

Love and Repair Series

Crash and Burn

Restore My Heart

Salvaged

Full Throttle

Beyond Repair

Stalled

Love and Repair Series Box Set

The Hellions Ride Series

One Ride: Haywood’s Hellions MC

by Nicole Jacquelyn

After chasing her kids around the house all day, a stay-at-home mom goes out for a much-needed night on the town and encounters a sexy man.

I sat at the vanity in my room, tapping one foot and watching quietly while my best friend teased the top of my freshly bleached hair. When she dropped the comb on the vanity and took a step back to view her progress, I shook my head at her with a small grin.

“It needs to be bigger. It’s not tall enough,” I told her, dropping the concealer brush I’d been working with to put the comb back in her hand. “Use more hair spray and start at the front again—work your way back.”

Kate looked at me in astonishment, the comb teetering on the edge of her fingers. “You’re joking, right? You look like freaking Medusa already!”

Glancing back at the mirror, I could see her point. The bottom half of my shoulder-length hair lay flat against my neck, but the top half was sticking up at least two inches from my scalp as if I’d been electrocuted. I knew from experience that it wasn’t tall enough, though; it needed to be bigger.

“Trust me,” I said as I peered into the mirror, tentatively pulling at a few strands. “When I smooth it, it’ll be half as tall as it is now. Plus it won’t be sticking up all wonky. Just start at the front again and add to it,” I told her with a nod, picking up my makeup brush again.

I would usually rat my hair myself, but I was in a time crunch. I hadn’t known I was going out until I’d gotten the phone call that morning. The news had put me into a panic as I’d chased my boys around all day, trying to get the house cleaned up. Once I picked up my daughter from school that afternoon and got all three kids situated with a movie in the living room, I’d raced to bleach my dark roots and take a long shower. I’d needed to shave everywhere and since I hadn’t done it in a while, it took a hell of a lot of time. By the time Kate had arrived after work, my hair was dry and I was in my underwear and a huge T-shirt cleaning a green marker “beard” off my oldest son’s face.

“Your favorite aunt is here!” Kate had called as she’d burst through the front door, causing the kids to squeal and my tension to rise. I was already so stressed out I was shaking, and the kids going crazy was making it exponentially worse.

“Yikes, your mama isn’t even dressed!” she’d told Gavin as she’d swung him onto her hip. “Have you been going wild today?”

He had giggled at the face she was making and had laid his head on her shoulder, all innocence. Ha. Little faker.

“I swear to God, Kate,” I’d hissed quietly in exasperation, pushing Keller toward the couch. “It’s like they know the exact day that I can’t take any extra shit, and they insist on acting like wild animals!”

She had laughed loudly and kissed Gavin on the cheek, setting him next to Keller on the couch. “Come on, lady, let’s get you ready.”

After a quick search of the living room to make sure all offending markers were stored on top of the refrigerator, we had headed upstairs to my bedroom so I could finish getting ready. It had been months since I’d needed to get gussied up, and it felt good to get out of the yoga pants and flip-flops that seemed to be my daily uniform.

“Thanks again for watching the kids tonight. I owe you one.” I sighed gratefully, swiping blush over the apples of my cheeks.

“Eh, no biggie,” Kate said. “The last time you asked was months ago, and it’s not like I wouldn’t have been here hanging out anyway. Where are you going tonight?” She frowned as she concentrated on getting my hair to maximum volume.

“Same place as last time. I’ll be home in the morning, but call if you need anything. I know you take this babysitting thing seriously, but you don’t have to take one for the team if one of my kids pukes again.”

The last time she’d had the kids overnight, they’d picked up some sort of bug, and Keller had puked all over his bed. I hadn’t even known about it until I’d gotten home the next morning, and I’d felt like shit about it for weeks afterward.

“
Puhlease
, girly. I’m their aunt. I can clean up a little vomit. And Kell was fine with me. Once he got it out, he went right back to normal.” She continued working on my hair as she spoke, pausing only to wave the comb in emphasis. “You need this. You’re their parent all the time. You need a little time to just be you.”

By the time she’d finished talking, she was done with my hair and grabbing her phone from where it lay on the bed. “Ta-da! All done. Now let me take a quick picture before you fix it. You look like a goddamn lunatic. I need to document this .
 . .”

Kate left me to check on the kids and within seconds, my six-year-old daughter, Sage, flew up the stairs and into my room. She loved helping me get ready and watched avidly from my bed, chattering the whole time and running my blush brush over her entire face as I put the final touches on my hair.

I’d put large curls in the bottom half, pulling back the sides in loose twists that met at the back of my head underneath the large bouffant Kate had helped me with. My eyes were smoky, with precise liquid eyeliner and massive amounts of mascara, and my lips were painted ruby red with shiny gloss. Once I’d changed my piercings from the clear spacers I wore on a daily basis, I had a noticeable Monroe piercing on my upper lip, a small silver septum ring, and tiny gauged earrings that showed a clear hole through the middle and were surrounded with diamonds. The whole effect left me looking like a rock ’n roll forties pinup, and I knew if any of the PTA moms could see me then, they’d probably swallow their tongues.

“You look pretty, Mama!” Sage squealed from the bed, amazed as always in the difference in my appearance. “I like your lipstick. Can I have some?”

“Thanks, baby doll,” I told her with a smile, reaching into my makeup case for some red lipstick. “Let’s see those lips.”

I dabbed some lipstick on her tiny lips, showing her how to rub her lips together until it was all smoothed in. I hated seeing makeup on Sage; it reminded me of those little beauty queens on TV whose parents dressed them like hookers. Yuck. But I let her wear it anyway—she was the only one of the kids who knew where I was going that night, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her no about something so small. Pretty soon she was going to realize that she had carte blanche on the nights I left, and there would be absolutely no controlling her. I was such a pushover.

“Now go on down to Aunt Katie and I’ll be there in a minute. I need to finish getting ready,” I told Sage, running my hand down her dark hair and swatting her lightly on the bottom as she skipped to the door.

Once she was out of the room, I locked the door and went over to my dresser to find what I needed for the next phase of preparation. Sage definitely didn’t need to see me dressing up in expensive, sexy lingerie; it would probably scar her for life. I grabbed my white lace bra, thong, and garter set, and a pair of nude-colored thigh-high fishnet stockings out of a drawer and proceeded to change into them piece by piece. It wasn’t like I needed nylons, my legs were tan from the southern California sun, but I had to use them if I wanted to get the look I was hoping for. Once everything was on, I stepped into my red and white pumps that were lying outside my closet and walked over to my full-length mirror.

The scars on my belly from three pregnancies were partially covered by the high-waist garter belt, and my legs looked a mile long in the fishnets and heels. With the hair and makeup, I looked like I could pose for the cover of . . . well, maybe not
Playboy
, but one of the less exacting porn magazines. I twisted from side to side, checking myself out until I knew that everything fit just the way I’d hoped. I looked damn good.

I stepped out of my shoes and pulled the dress I was going to wear out of my closet, threading my legs through the neckline, and carefully pulling the stretchy fabric up my body until I could reach my arms into the sleeves. Once it was situated, I put the shoes back on and stepped up to the mirror again. It gave me a little rush to see myself the way I used to be before makeup began to take a backseat to housework and kids. I used to pride myself on never leaving the house without looking my best, but once Keller was born and I had two babies at home, I was lucky if I didn’t forget to put on normal shoes before I walked out the door. I don’t know how many times I’d arrived at Sage’s school to find that I’d worn my slippers out of the house again.

The dress I was wearing was a deep red and it fit my body like a glove, which made me thankful for the high waist on the garter belt. It wasn’t short, just a few inches above my knees, but the snug way it fit my body made it seem a lot skimpier than it actually was. The sweetheart neckline gave the girls some maximum cleavage display, and the back dipped all the way to just above my bra strap. It was perfect.

My stomach felt like it was filled with a thousand little butterflies as I got ready to leave the house a few minutes later. Not only was I nervous, but I felt like the worst mother ever for leaving the kids at home. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Kate—she’d kept them overnight six times before. But every time I left them for the night, I wondered if I was doing the right thing.

“Go!” Kate called from the couch while the kids grabbed a hold of my legs, leaning over each other for their hugs and kisses. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. They’ll see you in the morning. It’s like sixteen hours. They’ll be fine.”

“I know,” I told her as I kissed Gavin. The kid was still giving those sloppy openmouthed things, and I was glad I had tissues and lip gloss in my purse as he tasted the cherry-flavored gloss, then tried to suck more off my mouth. “I’m just not sure I’m doing the right—”

“No,” she cut me off, shaking her head and getting off the couch to pry Gavin away. “We’ve talked about this a million times. They’ll see you in the morning.” She gave me a little shove toward the front door. “Tell your mom good-bye, guys. I brought stuff to make pizza. Who wants to help?”

I took a deep breath as I turned and left the house, leaving the kids arguing about who was putting what on their pizzas. God, I was thankful for my best friend. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d been all by myself with three kids and no family anywhere close.

I’d been living in San Diego for two years when Kate got out of college and moved down from our hometown outside Seattle. Sage was just a year old, and I’d been at my wit’s end having no family around. I didn’t know anyone well enough to babysit her, and I hadn’t made any close friends being a stay-at-home mom.

I couldn’t really complain; we’d had everything we needed, but I’d been unbearably lonely living so far away from home. When Kate moved close, it was like my entire world had changed. I’d finally been able to go out once in a while, and I’d had someone to call when Sage was sick and I was freaking out. But most importantly, when I’d been tired after a day with a cranky toddler, feeling utterly alone and miserable, I’d had someone who would drive to my house with a tub of ice cream and a scary movie to keep me company.

Changing gears from Mommy to just plain Rachel was always the hardest part of these nights. For one night only, about twice a year, I got to be a woman with no responsibilities. It was freeing, but it also left me feeling like I was missing something. Like I’d forgotten to turn off the stove, or I’d left a candle burning. There was always a little something niggling at the back of my mind the entire time I was gone, and more than once I’d look at the car seats in the backseat and—just for a second—panic that I’d forgotten the kids somewhere.

It was ridiculous. I knew that Sage, Keller, and Gavin were safe, but a part of me still hated to leave them. I’d thought it would start to feel routine—leaving the kids overnight to head to a hotel bar downtown—but even though this was the seventh time I’d done it, I still felt a nervous energy running beneath my skin.

When I pulled up to the hotel it was a few minutes before six o’clock, so I quickly hurried to the bathroom off the bar to make sure my makeup and hair were exactly the way I wanted them. I carefully added another layer of gloss on my lips, smiling at the thought of Gavin when I left him—red smeared across his cheeks and surrounding his little mouth. It wouldn’t be too long before kissing his mama would be the absolute last thing on his to-do list, and I was dreading the day when that happened. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the lump forming in my throat. They were
fine
, it was silly for me to feel so guilty for just one night!

I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing my dress over my hips as I glanced around the hotel bar. There were only a few other people scattered around the room, and none of them were paying me any attention. Six o’clock was pretty early for the bar crowd to start showing up, but I wasn’t worried.