When she crashes into me, my arms automatically lock around her. I take in her tears and I want to fuck up whoever caused this. “Rosy, mi amor, Tell me what’s wrong?” I am starting to panic.
Through several sucked in breaths and sobs, she finally speaks. “Kennedy. Is. My. Sister. My. Whole. Life. Is. A. Lie.” It takes a minute, but I figure out that Kennedy’s dad is also her dad.
“Baby, the past is the past. The future is what you make it.” I say rubbing her head and back. “I know this must be a shock for you, but there is no need in making yourself sick over it. Listen, why don’t you let me take you to get some coffee, put something in your stomach, and we can talk. You might need a minute to talk and let out all of the feelings of betrayal you are feeling.” I say to her while rubbing her back.
Even crying, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Making the mistake of inhaling, I immediately regret it. I remind myself, getting hard now is not what she needs. As if she has been in a coma for a few minutes, she takes a deep breath and starts to unravel herself from me. Even though I do not want to let her go, I loosen my hold and manage to keep a part of us touching.
“Max?” Her arms squeeze me around my waist. “What are you doing here?” She asks.
“Dale invited me to breakfast. He said you would need me.”
“My new grandfather is a genius.” She says laughing. Then she stops as she realizes what she has said. She pulls her lip into her mouth. Fuck if I don’t’ want to remove it from her mouth and put it in mine.
“Hey baby. It’s ok. Calling him your grandfather doesn’t mean you’re still not angry, hurt, and confused. It also must feel good to know you have family, even if you’re not ready to embrace it. Huh? How about we go in and eat breakfast with your new family. Maybe you can get some more answers and begin the healing process. What do you say?”
“New family. Ya, know I am getting too old for this shit.” I cannot control my laughter.
“Ok Murtaugh? I am starving.”
She is wrinkling her nose in thought. “Who is Murtaugh?” She asks.
“Excuse me? You’ve never seen Lethal Weapon?” I exclaim, trying to pull off a fake exasperation.
“What the hell is Lethal Weapon?” She exclaims.
“It’s only one of the greatest, cop action movies, of all time.” Seeing she still has no idea what I am talking about, I continue. “1987. Mel Gibson, Danny Glover.”
“Sorry, that was a little before my time.” She replies, with no indication of remorse.
“Jesus, how old are you?” I demand.
“Twenty-three.” Is her innocent reply to his question?
“Oh my God. You are only one year younger than me and you don’t know what that movie is. We cannot be friends anymore.” At least her tears have stopped. With no makeup on, she looks amazing, even with tears streaking her face, does nothing to deter from her beauty.
“Sorry, Maxy.” She giggles, causing my heart stop. She gave me a nickname. That has got to mean something. Right? But seriously. Maxy? Oh well. Gotta take what I can get at this point.
“Maxy. I like it. Now let’s go inside.” I grab her hand and feel the heat of her fingertips.
June is the hottest month in Minnesota and her outfit is making me crazy. She has a Star Trek Voyager t-shirt on and a pair of skin tight jeans that hug every single curve on her body. Damn it, there I go getting hard as a fucking rock again. Her bright blue tipped toes, on her flip-flop wearing feet, are so fucking sexy. Good Lord, I’ve never been a “toe” guy before, actually not that I would really know for sure. I drag her to the door and knock briskly. Kennedy opens the door and her face is as equally tear stained.
“Rosalind.” Kennedy says through a snotty nose. I know I should feel bad she is crying, but all I can think of is if Sterling knows she is upset, he will be here in less than five minutes, cursing out everyone for making her upset. Great. That is exactly what we need.
Rosy drops my hand and catches Kennedy for a hug, being mindful of her belly. They both start crying again and I maneuver them into the living room, while shutting the door. No need to be air conditioning the outside. It will be cold again soon enough. I shake Dale’s hand and go with him into the kitchen to give the girls some privacy and help him finish breakfast and set the table. The girls come in a few minutes later and sit down.
“I am starving.” Kennedy says rubbing her belly.
“How are you girls doing?” Dale asks a bit trepiditiously.
“We are fine, gpa.” Kennedy says.
“I am honestly glad we were friends first, because the awkwardness I expected just isn’t here.” says Rosa.
“That’s good. I hope I did the right thing in telling you.” Gpa says hesitantly.
“You did. I wonder what happened in the year my mom disappeared and he married your mother.”
“Oh, now this is awful, but he was heartbroken. He met Jacquie and while he did love her I’m sure, he wasn’t in love with her. But he tried his best to make it work for Kennedy, because she was his happy place. He loved Kennedy, more than anything in this world and I am sure if he knew about you, it would have been no different. The only difference being that Yesenia was the love of his life. You know the one who got away.”
“How did he die and what was his name? I want to know everything.” Rosy says. With a bit less resistance and a lot more curiosity.
“He died in a mining accident, about ten almost eleven years ago. His name was Dale and I guarantee he didn’t know about you. If he had, he never would have let you go.” Kennedy says.
“My family is all gone. I have no one to question and Max made me realize you can’t help the past, but I can shape my future. I very much want to be involved in your life Kennedy, if you’ll have me.” She then turns to look at me with her big brown eyes seeking support and I cannot help reaching out and grabbing her hand. She squeezes it and leaves it there.
“Of course, Rosalind. You are my big sister, even if it is only by a few months. I always felt like something or someone was missing, even after I found Sterling.”
“That’s lovely. I can’t believe I will have a niece or nephew soon.” Rosy exclaims.
“A niece, in about three weeks, if all goes to plan” Kennedy replies.
“A niece. I am so excited.” Rosy says as she claps her hands together.
“Rachel Marie Crawford.” Kennedy states.
“That is a beautiful name.” Just then we hear a car door close and the front door slam open.
“KENNEDY! Where is she?” Sterling yells thru the house.
“Silver, I am in here. Calm down. I am fine.” Kennedy tries to placate him.
He walks into the room, immediately pulls her from the chair and begins looking her over, as if he expects her to be injured. Though she rolls her eyes at him, you can see the smirk she has. I feel a pang in my chest because I want that and I want it with my Rosy. I look over at her and to my surprise she is looking at me too. Before i can say anything I am interrupted by Sterling.
Looking at me he says “Why the fuck was she crying? Who did it?”
I hold my hands up in defense “Bro, it had nothing to do with me. Calm your over muscle ass down and take your woman home, where I am sure she will tell you what happened.”
We have finished breakfast and Dale, Kennedy, and Rosy say goodbye.
“I have to get going. Do you think you could give Rosalind a ride back to her place, Max?” Kennedy asks.
“Sure. Are you ready Rosy?”
“Yes, of course.” She gives Dale and Kennedy a final hug and we head out to my truck. Ethel, my 2017 Dodge Ram is my pride and joy. Once I help her in and I do the same for myself, the silence is awkward and I don’t like it one fucking bit.
“Rosy, I am going to ask you this one more time. Have dinner with me tonight.” As I am prepared to launch into the pros of why she could go out with me, she surprises me.
“Okay. Tonight?” she questions.
“Yes tonight at 8pm. We will go into St. Paul, where my favorite restaurant. Is that good with you?”
“Yes. Pick me up at 7:30?” She says as I reach her apartment, above the antique store.
“Of course.” When she leans over the console and kisses me, I lose my mind. I put the truck in park, drag her over the console, and into my lap. I feel the need to pour my soul into the kiss. A kiss I have been waiting to give her again for days and having her initiate it is even better. When I break the kiss, she moans and I take a second look at her. While her eyes are closed, all I can do is stare at her in awe.
Her caramel complexion and dark oak hair, lends to the overall exoticness that is her very essence. She has the tiniest collar bone I have ever seen, which leads down to her full breasts; I am unable to wait to get my mouth on. They are more than two handfuls and I fucking love it. Her waist is tiny, but I can tell her stomach is soft and sweet like a woman should be. But, her ass. That ass is the shit wars were fought for. My dick is standing at attention. Fuck it. She might as well get a good feel of the madman she turns me into. I nibble on her mouth for a few more seconds, I give her a quick kiss and step out of the driver’s seat with her in my arms and then slowly, I slide her down my front. When she makes contact with my hard cock, she moans causing me to groan.
“I hate to let you go, but if I don’t, I will take you right here up against Ethel and I wouldn’t want her to get jealous.”
“Maybe you can take me later. Ethel won’t mind.” She laughs, then winks. Finally, she kisses me and walks away. When she gets to the outer door of her building, she turns and waves. I return the wave and hop back in my truck. Once she is inside, I peel away from the curb. Tonight is going to be the best last first date of my life.