Mad Sea

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Now, if you won’t mind me, I’ll be retiring early tonight. This old woman has had enough excitement for a decade. But don’t you two dare go anywhere tonight. I want to cook my son and his wife a congratulatory breakfast.” She stands and presses a kiss to my cheek. “I’m sorry I sheltered you your entire life. I simply wanted to protect you from them.”
    “I know, Mom,” I tell her. “Thank you for that. I love you, you know?”
    Tears well in her eyes. “I do know. I feel it every day. Love you too, Maddy.”
    Once she’s gone, I head outside. I make my way down to the beach. In the moonlight, I see a pale figure swimming out beyond the waves. Hair silky red and blonde, a beautiful mix. I’m desperate to touch her. I start ripping off my clothes as quickly as I can. I’ve just shoved my boxers down, when two slender wet arms wrap around my middle.
    Twisting in her arms, I pull her to me in a tight embrace. “Thank hell you’re okay, beautiful. God, I’ve fucking missed you today.”
    She giggles and looks up at me. Her green eyes shimmer with love. “I missed you, too. Your mom is awesome. I think I love her.”
    “She’s the best,” I say and press a kiss to her lips. “And that’s why I’ve been thinking. Now that everything’s out in the open, I thought maybe—”
    “Yes. I want to stay here. Close to Constance.”
    My heart swells, and I tangle my fingers in her wet hair. Our lips crash together as we kiss each other with desperation. She grabs onto my shoulders and practically climbs me like a tree. Sliding a hand to her ass, I help her slide down onto my cock.
    “Yes,” she moans once she’s fully seated on me. “Make love to me.”
    I stride over to a soft dune of sand. Lying her down on her back, I never lose stride and continue fucking my woman. Her moans are loud enough to wake the neighbors, but thankfully my mom’s wind chimes drown out our sounds.
    “You’re my queen,” I tell her.
    She smiles against my mouth. “So Constance tells me. Guess now you should worship me.”
    With a growl, I nip at her ear and then her neck. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as I pound into her. My body never seems to be close enough to her. Or deep enough. Or our physical union, long enough. I’d die happy, if it meant I could stay like this with her forever.
    “Madden!” she gasps when my fingers find her clit.
    I massage her until she’s careening off the figurative cliff. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and then I’m a goner. She and I are all that remains—the world has become nothing but a blur around us, as I fuck my climax into her. She’s slippery and tight and hot as hell. Fucking heaven, this woman.
    “We’re going to be poor,” I tell her with a laugh. “I can’t ever see myself being able to part from you long enough to hold down any respectable job.”
    She grins. “We’ll figure it out. We’ve done a pretty damn good job at it so far.”
    I pull out of her and then scoop her sandy ass against my chest. With her squealing in my arms, I charge for the ocean. We’re not done yet. I think I just saw a couple of voyeuristic dolphins. And we all know what that means…

 

     
    A year and a half later…
     
    “H ALI!!!!”
    Madden’s horrified yell from upstairs has me hurrying to the front door. Becky, my store helper, already went home for the night so I flip the sign to closed, throw the deadbolt, and then charge toward where he’s still screaming my name. My heart thunders in my chest with worry that something’s happened. With each step toward our apartment above our store, my blood seems to grow colder and colder.
    I push through the door and head straight for the bathroom.
    “Mad,” I shriek, “is Lene okay?”
    The first thing I notice upon entering the bathroom is there’s water everywhere. My eyes flicker over to my baby with the greenest eyes you ever did see and wild black curls. She flashes me a toothy grin. “Momma!”
    Madden, bless his

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