Right Side Up ((MMG Novella)) (12 page)

“Thank you,” she drowsily whispered.

Kissing the side of her neck, I pulled her tightly to me and whispered, “No, baby…Thank you.”

Ellie

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“W
hy do you
have to dress him like a sissy?” Max huffed. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting on me to bring Mac down so we could leave for our first annual Fourth of July party at MMG. Piper, Joss and I had gone wedding dress shopping yesterday. While we were out, we stopped by a cute baby boutique and I found a precious blue onesie covered in American flags.

I mentally giggled.
Wait until I whip out the matching hat and booties.

As I reached the bottom step, I handed Mac over to Max, so I could grab the diaper bag and my purse. I was excited for today. Not only were all of our friends going to be there, but so was my dad, and he was bringing a date.

“Sarah, get your ass down here! We’re ready to go!” Max shouted.

“All right, all right, I’m coming!” she screamed from somewhere upstairs.

Max gave me his classic “What-the-hell” eyebrow raise and I shrugged. Ever since Sarah arrived in town, she’d been extremely moody. Something was up, or should I say someone.
Cas.
If my husband caught wind of this, he would lose his mind. I planned to speak to Sarah about it, but wanted to wait until after tonight. Like a thunderstorm, she rolled down the stairs past us and out the kitchen door. With a sigh, I followed after. As I passed by Max, he slapped me on the ass and I inwardly cheered.
My man is back.

The night Max retrieved me from Whisky’s was the breakthrough Doctor Parker had been waiting for. He told Max there were two ways his situation would most likely go. Either it would become more debilitating or something would happen to get him past it. Max’s anger because I’d lied, mixed with a boat load of sexual frustration, ended up being the ticket. I have absolutely no regrets about that night. Things were now better than ever between us.

When we arrived at the garage, I immediately started setting everything up. Pretty soon the gang began trickling in. I was talking to Piper about where to put the bean dip, when I spotted my dad. His blonde haired, blue eyed date was attractive…and very young looking.

“Is that Sam’s date?” Piper choked out.

“Psssst, Ellie!” Joss loudly whispered from the open kitchen window. “Your dad’s date looks younger than you!”

As they made their way over, Piper and I pasted big smiles on our faces. “Glad you could make it,” I said, giving him a hug.

“Sam! How’s it hanging?” Piper asked.

Ignoring Piper, he said, “Ellie, this is Nexi. Nexi, this is my daughter, Ellie. Oh, and that’s her friend, Piper,” he added.

“Hiya Ellie,” she said with a little wave of her hand. “Sammy has told me so much about you.”

Piper broke into a coughing fit, and I could hear Joss giggling like a loon from the kitchen. Trying not to be too obvious, I moved sideways and pretended to accidentally step on Piper’s foot.

“Ouch!” she hissed.

“Oh! I’m sorry. You’d better go get some ice on that,” I suggested.

With a huff, Piper limped over to the kitchen door. Before stepping inside, she shot me a bird.

In the brief conversation with my dad and Nexi, I learned quite a lot. Apparently Dad not only likes his women young, but he likes them dumb as well. After ten minutes of conversing about nothing, Max appeared looking for Mac’s diaper bag. I almost cried tears of joy.

“Here, I’ll change him. You stay and talk with Dad and Nexi. Nexi, this is my husband, Max.” Nexi’s eyes lit up in appreciation for my man. As I grabbed Mac from Max, he gave me a skeptical look. I winked at him and said, “Be right back.”

I bolted through the kitchen door and was instantly met with Piper and Joss’ laughter.

“Poor Max,” Joss said.

“I think you crushed my pinkie toe, bitch,” Piper griped.

“Come talk to me while I change Mac.” They followed me to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

“So, Dad likes ‘em young,” Piper mused.

“And dumb,” I retorted. “She can barely string two sentences together. What is he thinking?”

“That he wants to get laid and not have to converse before or after,” Joss bluntly stated. The thought of my dad having sex, much less with Nexi, made me want to hurl. Before they dug deeper into my father’s sex life, I changed the subject.

“How’s Kurt’s bunny boiler?” I asked.

“Oooh, Kurt has a bunny boiler? Do tell,” Piper chimed in.

“Dana is a bunny boiler. Marsha is a spoiled brat who doesn’t like the word “No,” Joss clarified, “and, according to Kurt, she hasn’t been around since he told her off.”

I lifted a gurgling Mac from the bed and handed him to Joss’ open arms. “Max said she was a Dana in the making.”

“Wait! When did Kurt tell her off?” Piper asked.

Joss explained. “From square one, Kurt and Dillon knew Marsha was trouble. She’d been hanging around the bar and was rude and mouthy. When she applied to work at Dragonfly, they pretended to consider it, but due to her lack of experience, turned her down. Apparently, she didn’t like this. Remember last month when Max and Ellie had the cook out? Marsha was here.”

“Did we meet her?” Piper asked.

“No. She was with the group of regulars. They spent the night staring at our men from afar. Anyway, when Kurt went inside to pee, she cornered him and threatened to tell his wife they were sleeping together if he didn’t agree to hire her. He called her bluff and told her to do it. He also told her if she ever stepped foot in Dragonfly again, he would personally kick her ass out.”

“Unlike some psychos we know, apparently this one actually listened,” I pointed out.

“Speaking of psychos, is there any news on Dana?” Joss asked.

“Not that I’ve heard,” I answered.

“Ellison! Get your ass downstairs!” Max shouted. Piper’s eyes bugged and Joss laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh with them. “I guess he’s tired of talking with Dad and Nexi.”

“I’ve got Mac. Go see what he wants,” Joss said.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Max was waiting. Before I could apologize for leaving him with Nexi, he latched onto my hand and began pulling me down the hall toward his office.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Spanking your ass for leaving me with your dad and his juvenile date,” he snapped.

I tried not to laugh. “How old do you think she is?”

“Have no clue and don’t care,” he answered. As he dragged me through his office door, he closed and locked it behind him. After shutting the blinds, he turned to me and seductively licked his lips. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

My panties literally melted. “What are you going to do with me?” I challenged.

He smiled. “I’m going to find out what you’re wearing under that sexy little skirt of yours.”

Placing my hands on my hips, I smiled back. “Baby, what if someone comes looking for us or Mac needs us? We are responsible adults with a child now.”

“Please?” He gave me a pretend pout. Two weeks ago I couldn’t get him to look at me, much less pull me into his office and beg for sex.

I checked to make sure no one was anywhere near, before saying, “Fine, but we have to be quick.”

A shit eating grin spread across his handsome face. “I can be quick. Now, bring that fine ass over here, so I can see what’s under that skirt.”

The second I got within reach, his arm shot out and reeled me in. Standing chest to chest, Max stared down at me. I expected something sarcastic or funny to come out of his mouth. What he gave me was a total surprise.

“I love you more than anything in this world. You and Mac are it for me. Please tell me you know this, that you believe this?”

I nodded my head, yes.

“I need to hear words right now, babe.”

“I love you, too, Max. I always have and always will.”

He lovingly traced his fingers over my lips. “So beautiful,” he whispered. My pulse shot through the roof. I was used to a dominate Max. I was used to a playful Max. Rarely did I get a soft and reverent Max. I wasn’t sure what to do with him. Slowly, he touched his lips to mine. When I opened for him, he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. I lifted my hands to his nape and trailed the tips if my fingers through his silky hair.

I shivered as his large hands slowly began pushing my skirt up my legs. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Let me show you?”

“Please,” I breathily said.

Wrapping his fingers around the edge of my panties, he gently tugged them down my legs and waited for me to step out, before tossing them over by his desk. Methodically, he began unbuttoning my blouse. Four buttons in, he paused.

“Fast right?”

“Well, maybe not too fast,” I managed to say.

Dipping his hands in, he lifted my breasts up and out of my bra and shirt.
Someone would get quite the show if they walked in right now
. In one swift move, he kicked off his flip-flops, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his shorts to the floor. As usual, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. After shoving his discarded clothes off to the side, he dropped to his knees in front of me. My breath hitched with anticipation when he lightly tapped my legs, telling me to spread them. Instantly I complied. The second I had them far enough apart, he slipped his head under my skirt and buried his mouth between my legs.

I gasped with pleasure. Using his tongue, teeth and fingers, he devoured me. Finally, not able to stand it any longer, I shattered into a million orgasmic pieces. Then…and only then…did Max carefully lower me onto the floor and slowly enter me. His blue eyes stayed glued to mine while he made love to me. The only time he took them away was when he was worshipping my breasts. Our connection was tangible…palpable… leaving no doubt in my mind how much he loves me. With each slow, sensual stroke, he showed me I was the only one for him.

“Max,” I cried out, as the waves of a second orgasm washed over me. The quiet intensity of it was overwhelming. Max threw his head back and growled his release, before collapsing on top of me. For a minute or so, I clung tightly to him and shook with emotion. When I finally got my bearings, I blurted, “Wow!” He was about to respond when someone knocked on the door. “Crap!” I whispered.

“Mac needs one of his parents,” Joss sang through the door. “Isn’t that right?” she said in a playful voice. “Tell Mommy and Daddy to stop plugging holes, so they can change your nasty doo-doo diaper.” Mac squealed and then burst into loud sobs. Our son seriously dislikes dirty diapers.

As smoothly as Max stripped them off, he put his clothes back on. Then he slid into his flip-flops and kissed the top of my head. “I’ve got him. See you in a minute,” he said, before unlocking the door and slipping out to see to our very unhappy baby.

“That was amazing,” I announced to the empty room.

Wasting no time, I dressed and went in search of my husband and child. Instead of finding them, I found Cas and Sarah in the upstairs common area in what appeared to be a standoff.

“I’m going back to Scotland,” she hissed.

“I think that is a wise decision,” he snapped back at her.

Not wanting to get in the middle of it, but also not wanting Max to see them together, I decided to interrupt. “Ummm, guys, Max is changing Mac in one of the rooms up here. You need to take it somewhere else or…”

“There’s nothing for Max to see,” Cas clipped.

Sarah turned on her heel and bolted before he could say anything else.

Feeling protective of my sister-in-law, I did something I normally wouldn’t do. I stepped in. “I have no clue what is going on between you two.” I held up my hand when he started to speak. “And, I don’t want to know,” I continued. “Sarah has been through hell and back. She is young and beautiful, Cas, but she is fragile in a way you cannot understand. Whatever you do, please remember that.” With a nod of his head, I watched him walk away.

I found Max and Mac seated outside at a picnic table with Dad, Nexi, Benny and Twon. Max scooted over and made room for me to sit. As I slid in next to him, I noticed Dillon talking to Piper.

“Is Isabella here?” I asked.

“Over talking to Joss and Kurt,” Max answered. I glanced to where he pointed. Isabella was standing next to Dillon’s brother, Adam, while talking to Joss and Kurt. Ibby had a happy smile on her face.

“It looks as if they worked everything out.”

Mac grabbed a piece of my hair and yanked. “Don’t be mean to Mommy,” Max scolded, as he untangled my hair from Mac’s chubby little fingers. Our eyes connected over our son’s head and a million butterflies took flight in my stomach. After all these years this man could still make me dry-mouthed and weak in the knees. With a knowing smile, Max gave me a swift kiss on the lips, before whispering, “Save it for later.” Then he announced it was almost time for fireworks. “I’m going to pound a few shots with the boys before we get started,” he said with a grin.

I shook my head as he walked away. When I turned back, Nexi and my dad were both staring at me.
Whatever.

By fireworks time, Max, Gage and Kurt were seriously buzzed. I was worried about them playing with explosives and was more than relieved when Dillon, Cas and Tut took over for them. Max moaned and groaned about it, but eventually gave up the ship and grabbed a bottle of water.