Right Side Up ((MMG Novella))
A Novella
R.B. Hilliard
Right Side Up
Copyright © R.B. Hilliard, 2015
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Edited by R.C. Brose
Proofread by Traci Roe
Cover by Libros Evolution
This Novella is dedicated to my family.
I love you more than you will ever know.
Max
‡
T
he sound of
a toilet flushing and the warmth of Ellison’s front hitting my back pulled me from my dreams.
“How long until we have to leave?” I groggily asked.
Soft lips pressed against the back of my neck. “We have a few hours,” she huskily replied.
Not wanting to lose the warmth of her touch, I slowly rolled in her arms. Gorgeous golden eyes filled with a love I can’t even begin to describe stared back at me. Feelings of acceptance and belonging washed over me. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to this life we’d made together. Most days I was fine, but every now and then a fear something would come along and fuck it all up overwhelmed me. Anything my wife was willing to give, I welcomed. Not able to help myself, I greedily stroked my hands over her bare breasts and down to her protruding belly, where my son lay. Ellison’s slight moan as she shifted under my hands let me know she wanted to play. Lazily, I trailed my fingers down between her legs. Her breath hitched as she dropped her head back onto the pillow. Her exposed neck was an invitation I could not resist.
Leaning down, I trailed my tongue down her neck to her breast. Taking her engorged nipple between my lips, I slowly drew it into my mouth. Sucking in a deep breath, Ellison arched her back, demanding I take more. Instead of giving her what she wanted, I parted my lips and, with a popping noise, released her breast.
“Maaaaax!” she wailed in protest. Not wanting to frustrate her too much, I slid my fingers home and smiled when her eyes dilated in pleasure. As I stared down at my wife, ripe with my child in her belly and writhing in lust for me, a raw possessiveness took hold.
This woman is my life.
“More,” she moaned.
Trailing my tongue from her neglected breast up to her ear, I whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she panted.
“Me, how?” I whispered.
She shivered and growled, “Stop messing with me, Max.”
Her tone announced she’d had enough. I loved when Ellison was desperate for me. It gave me back the control I was constantly fighting for when I was in her presence. Not wanting to hurt her, I moved between her outstretched legs. “Legs up,” I said. She lifted her calves to my shoulders and tilted her ass in supplication. I slid a pillow beneath her lower back and rose up to my knees. When our son got too big for conventional sex, we had to get creative. Trust me, this was not a hardship. I would take my wife any way she would have me.
“Now, Max,” she commanded.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I walked my knees forward. As she fastened her fingers around my hard cock and lined me up to her warm entrance, sparks of pleasure shot up my spine. Slowly, I pushed in. We both groaned with satisfaction.
“It never gets old,” she gasped.
I stared into her luminous eyes and responded, “Never.” As I pulled out, I tightened my hold on her legs, which had begun to shake, and thrust back in. She cried out my name and I almost lost it right there. Grabbing onto her hips, I gave her several long, hard strokes. All the while, I watched expressions of pleasure flit across her face. Pretty soon her breathing escalated.
“Are you close, baby?”
“I am.” The rasp of her voice echoed through me.
Fuck, I love this woman.
I was about to lose control and needed her there with me. As I pulled out, I tilted her hips, pushed back in and ran my thumb and forefinger over her clit. She detonated and, three pumps later, I was right there with her.
After cleaning us both up, I flopped down beside her and sighed. Ellison’s hand stroked over my chest and I smiled.
“Are you worried?” she asked.
She was referring to Dooley-fucking-Shane, the bastard. If I could kill him with my bare hands, I would. I had given the green light for the baby shower today, but only because Garrett, Cas and Bobby had proof Dooley and his band of idiots were hiding out in Mexico. Still, I wasn’t sure I was making the right decision. Something about it wasn’t sitting right with me. Grabbing her hand, I gave it a quick kiss before giving her an honest answer.
“I need for this day to be over.”
She sighed. “You said yourself, Dooley is in Mexico. Plus, it’s not like we are having the baby shower at Dragonfly. We’ll be at Joss’ place with Kurt, Bobby and I’m sure whoever else you guys could drum up to watch over us.”
I ran my hand protectively over her belly. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you or our son, Ells.”
She grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly to her stomach. I smiled when the baby kicked against our hands. “We are going to be just fine. You’ll see.” She gave me a big smile and I couldn’t help but return it.
* * *
An hour and a half later
“Are you sure
you don’t want me to stay?”
“Bobby and I will be here,” Kurt assured me. “The faster you go, the quicker you’re back. I’ll call if anything remotely unusual happens.”
I stared at him for a minute before giving a nod of acceptance. If anyone understands how much this woman means to me, it is Kurt. I glanced over at Ellison, whose attention was directed at a bunch of striped bags on a table full of baby shit. “Ellison,” I called out. When she looked up, I said, “Call me as soon as you are done here and I will come get you.”
She smiled and the pressure in my gut marginally eased. “Okay, Max,” she quietly replied.
“Now, come give me a kiss so I can go.” The second she reached me, I stroked my hands over her belly and gave her a demanding kiss, tongue and all. She moaned into my mouth and it took everything in me not to put her back in the car and take her home, where I could show her how much I loved her again and again. “The second you’re done,” I whispered against her lips. Then I swatted her on her ass, gave Kurt a nod and headed for my truck.
Gage’s motorcycle and Zippo’s truck were in the lot when I arrived at MMG. I wondered if Gage was as unsettled about the Dooley situation as I was. Quickly, I made my way to his office. Gage sat behind his desk with his feet propped on top and a cup of coffee in his hands. He had a scowl on his face.
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“Five minutes or so. No offense, but I want this day over with,” he muttered.
“You and me both,” I replied. Our eyes met and I could see my tension mirrored in his face. “Fuck,” I said.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“Come find me if you hear anything. I’ve got to get this job done, so I’ll be free when she calls.”
“Will do,” he replied and I headed down the hall toward my office.
* * *
Three hours later
Why won’t this
damn filter fit?
This was the last thing I had to do before closing up shop and heading to Kurt’s.
“Need help?” Zip asked. He had been keeping me company and working on a few side projects for the past few hours.
“Naw, I’m good,” I told him. Right as I figured it out, I heard my phone ding with a text message.
Perfect timing.
I made sure the filter was secure before closing the hood and heading to the sink to wash the grease off my hands. Grabbing a clean towel from under the sink, I dried my hands and snagged my phone from the shelf. At first glance I didn’t recognize the number. Thinking nothing of it, I read further.
Sender: Max, Reyn here. No time. Selina and Zeke have us. We are headed toward South Carolina. Bobby unconscious, but everyone else okay.
My heart stuttered in my chest. Selina was supposed to be in Mexico… with Dooley. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me.
It was a set up.
“Gage!” I roared. The realization they had my pregnant wife dropped me to my knees. “Gage!” I shouted again.
“Hey man, you okay?” Zippo asked from the doorway.
“I heard you the….” Gage stuttered to a stop when he saw me on the floor. “Talk to me,” he said. I held out my hand with the phone in it and watched as he read the message. His eyes lifted to mine. “Is Piper with them?”
“I don’t know,” I barely choked out.
Dropping his head back, Gage let out a roar so filled with pain it rattled my teeth. A minute later, he gathered himself enough to dial a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he blasted them. “It’s not Max, you incompetent mother fucker, it’s Gage. Max just received a text from Reyn sent forty-five minutes ago saying Selina and Zeke have them. Who’s them, Garrett? I have no idea!” he shouted. “You tell me how the fuck this happened!” After what seemed like forever, he hung up. He immediately dialed another number. “Is Piper at your house?” When his shoulders slumped, I knew Piper was taken with them. Gage briefly explained what was going on to Kurt. As he hung up, he shouted for Zippo. Zippo appeared around the corner with his phone in his hand. I was so lost in my misery I hadn’t heard him leave the room. “Is that Susannah?” Gage asked. Zippo nodded, yes. “I take it she’s not with them?” Zippo shook his head, no. “Garrett wants us at his office pronto. Max can drive.”
