DJ

Present Day

 

Finally! The house is packed and I can get home to my little girl. As Hatchet pulls up with the moving van a wave of excitement fills me. I’m starting a new life away from this podunk town with the man I love and my daughter at my side. I haven’t told Hatchet that I love him yet, I’m nervous that he may not be riding the same ‘L’ train as me. His actions speak that of love, but as a woman I can tell someone has hurt him in the past, and he’s not quite ready to go down that road again. Don’t get me wrong, as I said before, he shows me every day that I mean the world to him, the way his body moves when we’re being intimate, the way he gets my coffee for me every morning to help me function—yes, he knows exactly how I take my cup of java. He’s even given me some very erotic massages here lately when my body feels like it’s full of knots and I can barely move. He calls my daughter every night with me to tell her goodnight, he even picks up small things for her when he sees them, always asking me if I think she’ll like it. She loves Hatch just as much as I do, and I can’t wait to see the excitement on her face when he gives her these small, thoughtful treasures.

Watching him back up, I can’t help but be grateful that we hired some men for extra muscle, I didn’t realize how much I had acquired while living in my home. It would take days for just Hatch and me to load the van, at least this way we can get it done in a day and be back on the road by nightfall. Hatch needs to get back to work, and I have a little girl that’s none to happy that her mother has been away for as long as I have been.

“Hey, lover, glad you’re back. I’ve got breakfast ready,” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes for a kiss. I’m not exactly short at five feet six inches, but he still towers over me and makes me feel as tiny as a porcelain doll. He’s built, with muscles that have muscles, and tattoos that span his arms and back, including the Rebel Guardians patch that’s inked on his front right pec.

“We should have enough time to eat then. My old Army buddies will be here within the next two hours. May even be able to fit in a quickie,” he replies, smirking at me. As if I’d protest a quickie! He knows me better than that, all he has to do is give me a certain look and I’m ready to climb his body and rip off his clothes.

“You know it,” I tell him. He starts laughing at me, because according to him and the conversations we’ve had in the past...all I have to do is be in the same room with him and he’s ready to throw me down and have his way with me...regardless of if anyone is in the room with us or not. One time, Ralynn walked in on us making out, she’s never seen me with a man before and the shock on her face at seeing us will forever be ingrained in my brain.

“OOOHHH Momma that’s nasty, why are you letting him suck your face,” she said to me.

To which I replied, “Because I really like him.”

“I’m never gonna let a boy suck my face like that,” she told us.

“Better not,” Hatchet told her.

“Hey, whatcha thinking about over there gorgeous?” he asks me.

“I was thinking about the time Ralynn caught us kissing.”

“Yeah, that was hysterical.”

“No it wasn’t! She thought you were sucking my face Hatchet.”

“What I remember is her saying no boy was going to do that to her, made me a happy man to know I won’t be teaching any boys some lessons.”

Him saying that makes my insides all warm and fuzzy, that he’s planning to be around for the long-haul. Gotta say, I talk a good game, but honestly? It had been a long drought. Like, since I got pregnant with Ralynn. And it’s not like he was the first good-looking man I was introduced to, but he was the first one who set me on fire with his teasing, his glances and his innocent touches. Thank goodness, they’re not so innocent any longer, my vibrator was getting a workout! Plus, he doesn’t care that I write steamy romance novels. In fact, he said I could use him for inspiration any time I wanted and if we had to research any positions, he was the man for the job. See why I love him?

He supports me and my career, he hasn’t left my side for a long period of time since we made love the first time. He leaves, goes to work and comes back to Cara’s apartment to spend the night with us. He spends a lot of time with Ralynn and Luca and they love him dearly. I even caught him once playing babies and I swear if I’d had my phone on me it would be full of pictures from that day alone. I barely have enough time in the day to sit and play with her, but somehow he makes the time and he even calls her his little princess. When he calls her that, her little face lights up, I never knew she was missing male attention, she’s never asked about her father and I’ve never been forthcoming where he’s concerned.

He wasn’t a good man towards the end of our relationship, and as soon as he found out I was pregnant with Ralynn he hit the road without a backwards glance. I haven’t heard from or seen him since that day, he never even called to find out if he has a son or daughter...the bastard. It’s blank on her birth certificate where it asks the name of the father. He didn’t deserve the right to be listed as far as I was concerned. I’m finding out, though, being around Hatch’s brothers, that they take family seriously. I mean, look at Braxton. Not only does he have Lily, but he’s gonna marry my bestie and she has a little boy and they’re pregnant! Plus, Twisted and Paisley have a little boy, Tig. Ray is finally getting more kids to play with, something that was hard when Cara moved away. Not that she got to see Luca that much, especially during the last six months of Graham’s life.

Now there’s another douche nozzle! I hated what Cara had become being married to him. She’s always been somewhat sassy and feisty but Graham and his parents? They constantly put her down and made her feel like shit so she stopped offering her opinion and started apologizing for everything. Glad to see she’s back. Braxton’s been good for her.

I like the old Cara with some added new spark. She’s finally laughing and smiling again and not hiding behind the shell she’d formed in order to deal with that family. I call them the family from hell...because that’s exactly what they are. I’ve always wondered if they have hidden horns underneath their hair. Lord only knows I’ve seen the evil that lurks inside of Mrs. Jenson a time or two. She never intimidated me though, I wasn’t married to her piece of shit son, so I was never as accommodating to their whims as Cara was. She tried a few times to put me down, that shit didn’t slide with me so I had to put her in her place. Needless to say, I was never again invited back to their house, no skin off my back, but I felt bad that Cara had to deal with them and all of their socialite friends without having her girl at her back. If I could’ve slayed those dragons for her I would’ve, but some type of divine intervention happened and now she shouldn’t have to deal with them since Graham is gone.

Alas, they showed up at Luca’s hospital room, it’s a good thing that I wasn’t there because I would’ve grabbed the she-devil by the hair and dragged her from the room kicking and screaming all the way to the parking lot.There is no love lost between that family and me, I’ve never been a kiss-ass and I definitely will never start with those two.

“Now where’d you go?” Hatch asks me breaking me out of my thoughts.

“I’m thinking about those assholes showing up at Luca’s room in the hospital.”

“Gorgeous, let’s concentrate on what we can do and not on something we can’t do anything about. I’ll make you a deal, let’s get this done...get home, get unloaded, get a good night's rest and then you can do your sleuth thing.”

“My sleuth thing?”

“Yes, I know you and I’m aware of the fact that you want to get home and investigate how those two found out Luca was in the hospital.”

“You know me well, huh?”

“I pay attention to anything that has to do with you baby, now let’s get that quickie in shall we?”

“Did you even eat breakfast yet?”

“Sure did, ate all of it like a big boy while you were lost in thought.”

“Lead the way then, I know we have our mattress on the floor still in the bedroom.”

“Mattress, who needs a mattress when there’s a perfectly good wall there,” he says pointing to the wall off the kitchen that is bare of boxes and pictures. “Or, the kitchen table, the floor...use your imagination woman. We are not the vanilla plain jane type of people DJ,” he says while scooping me up in his arms and laying a kiss on my lips.

Well, I used to be a vanilla girl, but Hatch has brought a side of me out that even makes me blush! I grin at him as he deposits me on the kitchen table and then immediately slips my leggings and panties down my legs before tossing them aside. “Now? I get some dessert,” he says before he lowers his mouth to my aching core.

“Um, dessert is generally eaten after a dinner meal,” I tell him, giggling.

“I have a bit of a sweet tooth, darlin’, remember? And right now, I need your special sweetness.”

“As long as you don’t stop what you’re doing right now, I’m not gonna complain,” I say, the last words coming out breathier than normal because he added two fingers to the mix. “Fuck, Hatch, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

“That’s the plan, gorgeous. First my tongue and fingers, then my cock.”

He’s not wasting time, likely so his dick can get in on the action but trust me, I am not complaining one bit. Without warning, my orgasm hits and I scream, my fingers searching for something to hang onto as I feel like I’m floating away. A slap to the outside of my thigh has me lifting my head. “Need you bent over the table, woman,” he says, already lowering his jeans down his magnificent ass and thighs.

Seeing how hard he is, I quickly flip myself over and scoot down so my feet are touching the floor. I feel him gently spread my legs further and a quiver settles deep inside because I know how it’s going to feel when he moves in me - fucking heaven. “You ready, gorgeous?” he asks as he moves his cock through my folds.

“Mmhmm,” I mumble out, still a bit out of it from the wicked orgasm I just had.

With a powerful thrust, he’s buried balls deep in me and the stretch and burn is one that is pleasurable. I’ve never been one to worry about a man’s size, figuring that if they know how to use it, that’s all that matters, but Hatch? That man is blessed in the dick department! His grip on my hips tightens as he begins moving in and out of me and I feel myself trying to push back against him. The table might be the perfect height for him to fuck me, but it sucks for me because I have no real traction to move.

“I got this gorgeous,” he says, “you just relax.”

Relax? Is he out of his fucking mind? He’s got me close to orgasm number two for the morning for heaven’s sake! Shit, now he’s changed angles or something and is hitting…” Hatch!” I shriek as orgasm number two shatters me in two.