I wrap my arms around her again. “Thank you. I love you, Maria.”
“Does this mean you're ready for your dress fitting tomorrow? It's not like we have much time left to get it right.”
I pull away laughing, and I nod my head. I am so lucky to have Maria in my life. Not many people get to meet and keep a best friend like mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Taylor
Spending time with my baby grandson is just what I need. Having his beautiful mother with us, I think, is a wonderful idea. I'll get to spend some time with Brooke and get to know her even better. I like Brooke. I've always liked her. Yes, she broke my son's heart when she left, but she didn't do it willingly, and I won't hold the past against her. She came home to Hawk when it mattered the most. She brought his son to him. Brooke didn't keep Gabriel from him, even when her father threatened to have the baby sent away.
That poor girl walked away from her racist family in the middle of the night with a newborn in her arms in order to save him from her father. She must have been in agony. I'm a nurse, and I know what damage she could have done to herself internally. Thankfully, she's just fine, and all healed now.
Brooke has been a good friend to me these past few weeks. I haven't been myself for a while, and that's worried my youngest son greatly. I've always hated seeing Wrench upset. He worries about me far too much, though, and that concerns me.
It seemed for a good long while that something was bothering him, something he didn't feel he could talk to anyone about. I must admit though, that he seemed much happier last night. It was as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It made me smile to see him laughing with genuine happiness in his tone.
There is nothing I love more than seeing my sons and my husband happy. Now my family is growing with Brooke and Gabriel joining us. Maybe one day soon, Wrench will find the love of his life, and I'll hear the pitter patter of tiny feet from a child of his own.
I left my husband sleeping this morning while I took a shower. I woke up again hot and with pains in my lower back. I get that often lately, and a hot shower shorts me out. That and a couple of painkillers.
After creaming my face, I stand to look at myself in the mirror. I'm forty-four years old, I'm not blowing my own trumpet, but I don't look my age, which is weird for those who ask about my children. Once I tell them I have a twenty-six-year-old, they stare at me like I've grown two heads. It's flattering to a degree. Makes a girl feel good about herself.
However, I'm not going to lie, since becoming a grandmother, I'm starting to feel my age. However, the handsome man now sliding his arms around my waist from behind keeps me feeling young. “Good morning, handsome.”
“Mornin', gorgeous,” He kisses my cheek, making me smile.
Jack and I have been together most of our lives. I was fifteen when we met, and we've been with him ever since. We were apart for a short while when his father forced him away from me. We fought for the right to love each other, and we won. Jack walked away from his whole family to be with me. His family, like Brooke's, were incredibly racist. His parents hated me on first sight because of the color of my skin.
I have never, and will never be ashamed of my parents. My daddy is black, my momma is white, and I am so proud to be their daughter. They raised me right, to love everyone as my equal, to understand the intolerance, to pray those people one day understand not one person is different from the next, and to love each person the way I wish to be loved.
My parents love each other fiercely. They fought hard to be together, too. It seems to be a running thing with my family. However, my parents always taught me to stand up for what I believe in, and I believed in Jack and me.
He believed in us too, that's why when his father gave him an ultimatum, me or his family, Jack chose me. We'd been apart for months, and I missed him every day, my heart was broken. However, he kept his promise and came back to me. We've been together ever since. Not a day has gone by when we haven't been together.
I love my husband more than anything in this world. He's my soulmate in every way a person can be. He gave me two beautiful boys and a very happy marriage. Sure, we've had some hard times, and some very sad times, but we've always worked through it together. Side by side, Taylor, and Jack. BlackJack. The road name Shepard and Titus gave him because they believed him to be a black man stuck in a white man's body. Kind of a running joke between the three of them.
“Your tits are so perfect.” I roll my eyes playfully as he pushes my silk robe over my shoulders, revealing my naked body, cupping my breasts in his big hands. My forty-six-year-old husband is hard for me. He's naked behind me, his big, thick cock resting against my ass, making my pussy pulse like every other time he rests his cock anywhere near me. “I swear, you get more beautiful every day.”
“You always say that.”
“I always mean it.” The tip of his tongue snakes along my shoulder, up my neck, to the back of my ear. His hand moves from my breast to my face, pulling me to him, his lips hitting mine, and I moan into his mouth.
I will never get enough of this man. Never will I tire of him. He is everything to me. Everything. It might sound like a cliché, just a woman in love, sappy and crazy, but a love like ours doesn't come along very often. It's deep, honest, pure. We'd die for each other without question or hesitation. There has never been anyone else for either of us, and there never will be.
Women have tried to come between us in the past, men too. Women want my big, strong, handsome biker husband. He's beyond gorgeous with his blue eyes, chiseled jaw, bright white teeth, muscles for days, and that smile that makes me weak at the knees. Women throw themselves at him, and many have laughed at me when I've explained that, yes, I get a little jealous, but that I trust my husband completely. He would never step out on me because he belongs to me.
My husband trusts me completely also, but that doesn't mean he hasn't beaten the absolute shit out of men in the past for getting close enough to ask me out on a date. I guess because some men don't know how to take no for an answer. Not that any man has ever attacked me, they wouldn't get the chance with how protective Jack is.
I love that about him.
I turn in his arms, kissing him passionately with my fingers in his long, soft – crazy soft and very straight hair. We haven't been as intimate of late as we're used to. Not when I haven't been feeling well, but I'm feeling fine right now, and I want my gorgeous man inside of me.
His big hand comes crashing down on my ass, and I gasp and groan at the same time. “Do you have any idea how much I love this ass?” I nod my head while biting my lower lip seductively. It's no secret that I was blessed with my aunt Trula's fat ass. Jack has always loved my ass, my curves, everything about me, actually.
With my ass in his hands, he hoists me up. I wrap my legs around him and laugh against his mouth. He sets me down on the dresser. I'm high enough for him to slip inside me easily. We don't have time to play the way usually would; I'm meeting Brooke in an hour.
I slide my hands down Jack's muscled chest, and my pussy pulses again. He's so big, every inch of him is enormous. I watched this huge man grow from a seventeen-year-old kid with a swimmers physique because he was already building his body when I met him, to the beautiful, beautiful man is he today. Every inch of him is covered in tattoos. Arm's, legs, back, chest, even the left side of his neck sports a symbol of a set of knuckle dusters. My perfect man. Every tattoo means something to him, to us.
We have matching tattoos for our children. Our boys and our little girl, who sadly passed away before she was even born. An infinity tree with their names circling it. Dante. Dominic. Destiny.
I trace his tattoo with my fingertip across his heart. Across his heart, because our children are his heart. “I love you so much, Jack.” He's a wonderful husband and father, and now a grandfather.
“I love you, too, my beautiful Taylor.” I smile as he kisses me, his cock sliding into me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I clutch at his bro
ad shoulders. “That's it, baby,” I groan while he kisses my neck. He knows what makes me wet. Wetter than I already am. “You love this cock, don't you?”
“Yes! I love it, Jack! I love your cock!” I scream out as he pounds into me.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
Oh god, I love it when he talks to me like this. We've always been so hot for each other. We were each other's first and only. Yeah, we were apart for a while, but Jack swore to me that he never touched another woman in that time. I believe him because he's never had a reason to lie to me. So neither of us has anything to compare this to, but we don't care, we know what we like. Each other. His body, my body...
“You. My pussy belongs to you. My big BlackJack.” Kissing me hard, he rams me harder and harder, so hard I'm convulsing. “I'm coming, Jack. Oh god, I'm coming!” So hard, my thighs lock through my orgasm, crushing his waist.
Jack grunts, and thrusts harder, faster, the air escaping through his teeth with the effort of our fucking. I sink my nails into his fine ass and pull him deeper, groaning because it feels so damn good. I move my hips in time with his, kissing behind his ear, still holding his ass as he fucks me. “You always feel so good inside of me.”
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good wrapped around me. I can't hold on, Taylor, I'm gonna come.”
“Come for me, Jack. Come inside me, baby. Oh god,” My head falls back, I'm coming again, right along with my husband, and it feels so good!
I rest my head on his shoulder and laugh. He pulls out of me slowly and claps the back of my head, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “We need to get you all cleaned up.”
“Oh, no you don't, mister.” I pull away from him and rush to the bathroom. I know his game, he's insatiable. If I don't cut him off now, he'll fuck me for hours, and as much as I love when he fucks me for hours, I have places to be.
I squeal in delight as he grabs me around the waist and hoists me off my feet. I'm laughing like an idiot. God, I love my husband. “Where do you think you're going, beautiful?” He rumbles in my ear.