Calendar Girl: November: Book 11 (8 page)

“Me either. Well, not seriously. When I thought about life during my captivity, I kept imagining you swollen with my child, carrying our son and holding hands with our daughter someday in the not too distant future. It gave me hope. Something to wish for and dream of during the darkest times.” Wes cleared his throat. “Sometimes I’d have my eyes wide open, but all I’d see was you and a future I was worried we wouldn’t have. Again, that’s why I don’t want to wait to marry you. I want us to live each day to the fullest and accept anything that comes our way together.”

I swept my fingers through his dirty blond hair. “I like that idea very much.” I rose onto my toes and took his mouth in a kiss. We stood there out in an open field and kissed like we’d never get another opportunity. Fierce. Untamed. Wild.

The kiss turned heated, and there was nothing and no one around to stop the fire building. Wes got frisky, hands running up and down my back and then molding to my ass. He easily lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and plunged my tongue deeper into his mouth. Before I realized what was happening, we were on the move, his strides long and purposeful.

Within twenty feet, we were back in the thick of the trees and my back was up against one huge trunk. The branches reached stories into the sky, the trunk wider than our bodies. Wes let my feet drop to the ground where he made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants.

“Here?” I looked around wildly, making sure there really wasn’t anyone around.

Wes’s knees hit the ground. He tugged off each tennis shoe, pulled down my jeans and underwear, leaving me in nothing but my sweater and long coat. He got close to the wet heart of me and inhaled. “Christ, I love the way you smell when you’re turned on.” His gaze rose to mine as his tongue went out and flicked delectably against my clit. I moaned and gripped his hair.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered.

“And you’re tasty. Now lean back and enjoy.” He spread my labia with both thumbs, licking me from the entrance to the tip of my slut button.

It took Wes exactly one minute to have me pressing his head against my center, grinding shamelessly against his lips, desperately searching for that spot that would send me over the edge. He palmed my thigh, lifted it up, and laid it over his shoulder, giving him better access.

“Oh, Jesus, Wes. I’m gonna come.”

He lapped long and deep, sticking is tongue as far as he could go in this position. My body was alight with tingles, my orgasm right on the edge.

“Baby,” I warned again, in case he wanted to stop and take me with his cock.

He growled, pressed me open wider, and sucked hard on my clit. That was all it took. Every pore screamed. Each neuron fired. My entire body sizzled with heat as a beautiful wave of pleasure rippled through me. I fucked his face like a prized jockey riding a racehorse.

The orgasm went on and on until his lips left me right in the middle. I cried out. I was not done with him or his talented tongue. “No!”

And then all was right in the world again when somehow he’d unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his fat cock, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. With a swift lift, he hefted my legs up, and I wrapped them around his waist, wanting him closer. My back hit the tree, and his hand protected the back of my head from crashing against the tree with the force of each thrust.

“Gonna fuck you until you come again. Want to swallow this orgasm from these lips.” He spoke into my mouth and then dipped his tongue in to tangle with mine. He tasted of my arousal, salty and sweet at the same time.

I groaned, lifted my head back while he bit and nipped at my exposed neck. “Love you, Wes. God, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

The man played my body against that tree as if he were a lumberjack cutting wood. Only it was my pussy he pierced with his thick cock the same way I imagined an axe pounded into a tree. Hard. Relentless. Ruthless.

“Get there,” Wes ground out through his teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Honey, need you to shift,” I begged.

He rotated his cock in a circular motion, and I moaned. When I gasped, signaling he’d hit the right spot, he grinned wickedly. Then he backed his cock out to the tip and rammed home, the crown of his dick hitting that special spot in me that had my o-trigger singing halle-fuckin-lu-ya.

“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna come again for me.” He thrust repeatedly, not letting up. Sweat misted against his brow, and his breath came in harsh labored puffs against my face.

Wes’s hips moved so fast I couldn’t keep up with his rhythm. His cock punched at my g-spot over and over until my entire body turned to liquid and I howled my release to the darkening sky.

He was right behind me, spurting hotly with each thrust, until we were both gone. Boneless and sated, still connected against a giant tree in the Texas woods.

W
hen we’d cleaned
ourselves up as best we could, Wes grabbed my hand and led me back toward Max’s house.

“I’m going to buy this property from your brother. We’ll find that house, renovate it, or demolish it and build whatever you want brand new,” Wes said completely off topic.

My mind was nowhere near land purchases and house renovation. It was still back in utter bliss, wedged up against a tree being pounded by the man I loved.

Once the words finally reached the coherent part of my brain, I stopped dead in my tracks. We still had time before the Thanksgiving dinner. “I’m sorry. Excuse me if I don’t follow after you just fucked me up against a tree not more than ten minutes ago. Say what?”

Wes licked his lips as if he still tasted me on them. He probably did. After he’d taken me with his mouth, he fucked me into oblivion against the tree, and I had the trunk rash to prove it. When I shifted my shoulders, I could feel my jacket and sweater grating along the sensitive spots. Maybe I’d get lucky and there wouldn’t be any physical marks, just the soreness to remind me of our tree romp.

“I’m going to talk to Max about purchasing this section of land next to his. He’s got hundreds of acres, and he said this one was once a farm as well as the one even farther down. Said they were both vacant.”

I tried to comprehend all that he was suggesting. “We haven’t even seen the house. We barely scratched the surface of the property. How do you really know you want it?”

Wes turned around and looked at the massive copse of trees we’d just left along the second section of open land leading to Maxwell’s ranch. He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what it looks like. We can build something that we want if we don’t like what’s on it. The point is, we’d have a family home. Away from the glitz and glamour of southern California.”

I held up my hands. “Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to leave Malibu?” I was monumentally confused—and it wasn't just from the afterglow from mind-blowing sex. “You love the beach. I love the beach.” I pointed at my chest, my heart already tightening at the thought of our Malibu place not being ours anymore.

“True. But we have money. Lots of it. More than we’re ever going to need. And with your career on the path it’s on, you’ll want a place that you can escape to when California becomes too much. Plus, you said yourself that Madison is going to move out here when she’s done with school.”

“Actually, she mentioned she’s going to move out here after her undergrad. Max is going to set her up to go to school here for her master's and doctorate so she can start work at Cunningham Oil in the meantime. Matt’s and his family are going to come out, too.”

Wes’s face lit up. Seemed the more he thought about the idea, the more animated he got. “It’s perfect. They can live on that other side. Matt said he and his family are into farming. They can farm both our land and theirs. Of course, we’ll partner in that, and we’ll have a home away from home. One we can visit monthly. Then you won’t miss out on Isabel and Jackson’s childhood and be away from your brother and sister for too long. It’s a win-win.”

All that he was offering was more than I could have ever hoped for. The depths to which I loved this man were limitless. “You’d do that for me?” I asked, my voice clogged with love and happiness.

He shook his head. “No. I’d do that for us. You don’t want to be without your sister, and I don’t want to be without my family. We’ll have a home in both places. Plan to fly out at least once a month. We’ll make it a regular thing so that every month we spend a few days at our Texas home. And when we’re not filming, we’ll come out for weeks at a time. Really, whenever we want. I’m sure we could set up Cyndi with the job of checking on things and airing it out now and again.”

He didn’t see it coming, but he did catch me when I jumped up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him with all my might. “I love you.” I kissed his cheeks. “I love you.” I kissed his forehead. “I love you.” I kissed his chin. “I love you.” I kissed his eyes. “I love you so much and cannot wait to marry you!” I screamed out before laying my lips over his.

Wes, to his credit, appreciated my brand of crazy and laughed through it all, until he couldn’t, because his lips were too busy kissing mine.

“
Y
es
! I’m not kidding. No, Mom, I’m not. We want to have a small beach ceremony on our property in Malibu and then have the reception at your place.” Wes laughed and ran a hand through his hair. His smile was painted on the moment he called his mother to not only announce that we were getting married, but that we’d be doing it so quickly.

“I know it’s only six weeks away. I’ll hire a planner to knock it out. No, Mom, you don’t… Mom, we didn’t call to tell you this so that you’d take on the burden.”

Speak for yourself. There was no way I wanted to plan a wedding. If it were up to me, we’d say our I do’s on the beach and fuck like rabbits in our own bed immediately following. I didn’t need a cake and the whole rigmarole. Just Wes. That’s all I needed.

Wes turned and looked at me. I was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, hunched forward so my elbows were on my knees and my hands steepled under my chin. I watched my guy pace the floor, that huge smile still in place.

“I know it’s crazy, but Mom, I’m crazy in love. No, it’s not too much. I’m fine. Actually, this will make me better than ever. Marrying the woman I want to spend my life with will help the healing process even more.”

Wes believed that I was the reason he was doing so well after his captivity. I believed it was his shrink, but there were still facets that he needed to work through. His newfound jealousy for one, and two, his absolute need to set his future up right now. The good news? He hadn’t had a nightmare in well over a week. Here in Texas, he was actually sleeping better than ever. Back home, he’d startle awake, walk out to our beach, and listen to the ocean until he was tired enough to go back to bed. Too many nights, I found him pacing the beach, watching the ocean instead of curled around me sleeping. Not in Texas. Here, under my brother’s roof, with the entire clan in the same house, he slept the sleep of the dead. Maybe there was something to getting away from the hubbub. Wes seemed to take solace in the quiet of the Texas nights.

Wes stopped pacing. “Really? You’re going to take care of the reception part?” His eyes cut to mine. “Mia looks sensational in green,” he said, leering at me. “I know she won’t be wearing it. Let me ask her.”

“Mia, what colors do you want the wedding?”

I frowned. “I don’t know. There has to be a color?” Huh? It never dawned on me to worry about these things. I mean I’ve seen weddings in movies where there were a horde of bridesmaids. For me, I just wanted Maddy and Gin.

“Mom says you have to pick two colors so she knows what type decorations to buy.”

“Whatever she wants is fine,” I said, not really concerned.

“Ma, no. Mia’s just not girly in that way. I mean…” His eyes ran up and down my body. “She is definitely all woman, but she doesn’t trip about these types of things. No really…seriously, you can pick whatever you want. No she doesn’t care. Mom…” He went back to pacing.

Hearing him going back and forth with his mother on something that obviously should be my responsibility, I shouted. “Light green and cream.”

Wes stopped. “Hold on. What colors, sweetheart?”

Shyly, I twiddled my thumbs and tugged my fingers. “I think light green and cream would be pretty.”

Wes grinned huge. God, he was easy to please. “Mia said light green and cream. Oh, yeah. Simple flowers. Whatever you want. Yes, whatever you want.” He rolled his eyes, pointed at the phone and made a crazy face. “Mia and I will take care of the ceremony. Yes, we’ll get chairs, an arbor, and all that. Mom, just focus on the reception. How many people?”

I did a quick count of the folks I wanted to invite: Maddy, Matt, Maxwell, Cyndi, the kids, Ginelle, Tai and Amy, Anthony and Hector, Mason and Rachel, Warren and Kathleen, Alec, Anton and Heather, Aunt Millie, my father if he wakes up, and maybe a handful more. “Twenty-five for me.”

“Twenty-five. Hold on, Ma.” He pressed the cell phone to his chest. “That’s it? For the ceremony only, right?”

I shook my head. “No, that’s it overall.”

Wes blinked. “Ma, we’re having a small wedding. Mia is only inviting max twenty-five people. So you’re going to need to limit the ceremony at the beach to family only. Yes, I’m serious.”

Internally, I groaned. I hadn’t even looked at wedding dresses, and my lack of family and extended relatives was making me look like a loser to my soon-to-be mother-in-law.

“What do you mean who? Jeananna and her family, my immediate family, Ma. We’ll hash this out later. Get our list to thirty or less for the beach. Invite whoever the hell you want to the reception, but we’re keeping it simple. Mia and I are not into the fluff. A good meal, some booze, a little dancing, and we’ll be set. Right, Mia?”

I grinned. My guy knew me well. “You got it!” I blew him a kiss, and he waggled his brows.

“Okay, I gotta go. Happy Thanksgiving to you and Dad and the family. Tell everyone I love them, and we’ll be home soon. Yes, we’ll be home for Christmas. Love you, too.”

Wes hung up the phone and threw it on the bed before body tackling me. “You are so lucky I love you as much as I do. That was brutal.”

“Talking to your mom was brutal?” I teased.

“No. Talking to my mom about planning a wedding when neither one of us really cares about anything other than the I do part. You owe me.” He thrust his hips against me, and I wrapped my legs around him, bringing his body closer.

“Mmm. And how shall I pay up?” I curled a lock of his hair around a finger.

“Be my sex slave for the rest of your natural life,” he quipped instantly.

I grinned. “Dirty boy. I think we can work out a solid compromise.”

“Nuh-uh. I want you for life.”

Lacing my fingers through his hair, I kissed him. “I think that’s doable.”

“No, you’re doable.”

I laughed. “That joke again!”

He snickered and spread a bunch of kisses up my neck. “It’s an oldie but goodie.”

“You mean like a hand job?”

His face came up from where he was nuzzling. “What a perfect analogy. A hand job is also an oldie but goodie. Can I have an old goodie now?”

On that note, I moved my hand between us. The second I got my fingers wrapped around the button on his jeans, pounding on the door startled us. We both jumped back as if someone had tossed a bucket of ice water on us.

“Cyndi says it’s chow time! Come on down,” Max said through the door. At least he had the good grace not to walk in. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door or not.

Then farther down the hall we heard Max banging again and repeating the dinner call except that time he said, “Soup’s on.”

Wes helped me up. “Oh, and Ma said Thanksgiving is at their place next year.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

I shook my head. “Then you’re telling Max. Preferably when I’m nowhere in sight.”

“Scaredy-cat!” He grinned, looped his fingers with mine, and led me out of the room and down the hall to our first Thanksgiving dinner together. The first real Thanksgiving that I could ever remember.

Only problem, I missed Pops. He’d love sitting at a big table filled with family. It wasn't something we ever had growing up, though he’d tried, in his own way. I recalled many a Thanksgiving where he’d make fried chicken or he’d pick it up from Kentucky Fried Chicken on one of the days that he wasn’t completely drunk and missed the holiday all together.

Still, I missed him.

C
yndi and Max
had outdone themselves. For a couple with a newborn, they blew the top of the Thanksgiving festivities. In a large room off the kitchen, the sixteen-seat dining room table was set and prepped for the six adults and one child. Jackson was sleeping cozily in a bassinet off to the side of the head of the table. Soft music played—some Chopin piece. I only knew that pianist because he was my favorite, although Wes was exposing me to more of the classics. He liked to listen to classical music when we were driving in the car or sitting on the deck looking out over the ocean.

The table had a gold runner down the center. The settings were closer to one end of the table than the other which actually left room for all the food, which had already been put on the table. Max and Cyndi had prepared a feast and then some. The plates, crystal, and utensils sparkled in the candlelight. The effect was unbelievably beautiful. I’d never sat at a table like this. Never even dreamed I would ever have the opportunity.

Everyone shuffled in and stood behind their chairs. Max held out his hands. “Let’s all say grace.”

Max took us through a prayer and ended with a moment of silence to send out thanks and love to those who were not with us today. Again, my thoughts turned to my father lying comatose in a hospital bed in Las Vegas. Alone. On Thanksgiving. Even though we often didn’t celebrate the holiday for one drunken reason or another, we’d still been together. Who was with him now? Nobody. I felt my chest constrict, and I rubbed at the spot.

“You okay?” Wes whispered, holding out my chair for me to sit. Ever the gentleman.

Actually, each man held out his woman's chair. Max even made a point to pull out Isabel’s chair for her before he took his own.

“I’m fine. Just sad that my father isn’t here to spend the holiday with us. I think he’d like this.”

“He would.” Maddy gave a soft smile and took her seat.

Once all of us were seated, we started passing the food. There was turkey, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, fresh baked rolls and more. Honest to God, there wasn’t enough room on my plate.

“Does everyone eat like this on Thanksgiving?” I asked, contemplating my loaded plate.

“Right!” Maddy snorted and lifted up her plate. “I can’t even fit everything!” She laughed.

Max, Cyndi, Matt, and Wes all stopped and looked at both Maddy and me. “What?" I questioned. "I mean, this is a lot of food for one dinner.”