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  The Ex-Files: Maxies Man

  Dakota Cassidy

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  Copyright 2004 by Dakota Cassidy

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  For MO. Still waters run deep, my love. You are dignity and grace, genuine and true. Always, I am blessed by your friendship, forever I am grateful, humbled by your beauty, honored by your presence in my life. This ones for you, angel face

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 1

  Maxine Rodriguez grunted as she eyed her friend Maddie skeptically. I think its great, Maddie. I cant see why youre having such a problem with this. I mean, Cole is a hunk and hes in love with you. She began another set of arm curls with her small hand weights.

  Maddie rolled her eyes, Yeah, and Albert was in love with me too, and then ten years later he wasnt.

  Maxine blew out short, choppy breaths. But now Cole is in love with you and youre having the best sex of your life. I dont see the problem. And did I mention youre having sex? Like normal sex with someone you can see?

  No, no, she wouldnt go there. That was not happening. It was merely a result of the battering shed taken four months ago. Brain trauma, thats what the doctors said. Really wicked-hot-sexual brain trauma.

  Im afraid, Maxie. Im nuts about this guy and I dont want to spoil it by moving in with him.

  She thought Maddie was nuts to not move in with Cole. But then again it certainly wasnt up to her to judge Maddie. Hell, how can you judge someone when youre having sinfully explicit sex with the Invisible Man?

  We are not thinking about that remember?

  Look Maddie, I know Albert hurt you. But tell me, mi amiga, did you ever feel like this about Albert? Not just the sex, but the emotional fulfillment of it all?

  Now she sounded like Katy, their counselor friend. Is your fulfillment bank full, Maddie? Have you made a deposit in the account of you lately?

  Ugh.

  Maddie shook her head. Her newly-lightened blonde hair shimmered under the lights in Maxies small apartment. No, Albert never made me feel this loved without making me feel as though I owed him something.

  Probably because he didnt know how to love you without asking for something in return. Cole isnt about taking from you, Maddie. Hes about enhancing what you already are. That much is evident in the way he looks at you, in how he allows you to live your life the way you choose, not how hed like for you to live it. It sounds terribly new millennium, but its just the truth.

  Maddie flopped down on the couch and smiled. Yeah, hes pretty good about giving me all the freedom I want. Yet when I have that freedom, Id much rather be with him.

  Maxie set her weights aside and proceeded to stretch her muscles. I think thats your answer then, miss. Theres also that look on your face when you say his name. So shut up and let the rest of us live in envy over your good fortune.

  Maddie grinned at her. You know, you look great. I cant believe how quickly youve recuperated.

  Maxie smiled self-consciously. Youre avoiding the subject. What Maddie said was true. She did look good, far better than she had in a long time. The mess four months ago helped to change her life. Who knew getting the crap kicked out of you would lead to body beautiful?

  Shit, she needed to focus and not think about that. No one would ever do that to her again. Hence the workout.

  Maddie grabbed her purse and headed for the front door. Yep, Im avoiding it and Im really good at that. She waved over her shoulder. Bye Maxie. I love ya and Ill see you and the other two nut jobs later this week for lunch.

  Maxie giggled at her friends parting shot. Katy and Victoria were not nut jobs. Well okay, she conceded mentally, Victoria was. They were the other half of this crazy group theyd formed over a divorced womens meeting. Maddie affectionately called them the Ex-files.

  She never would have survived these past four months if not for the nut jobs that made up the Ex-files. Divorce was alien -- and so were their exs.

  Sighing, Maxie gathered her weights and put them in the hall closet.

  Silence.

  Sometimes the silence frightened her more than anything else had these past months. It meant she was alone and she was just that more often than not.

  Shrugging it off, she flipped the TV on and went to shower, refusing to think about the silence and the Invisible Man.

  Brain trauma, thats what it was. A screw loose, nothing more.

  It was some damn screw.

  * * *

  A tongue, long and silken, separated the folds of her flesh, slashing out in quick thrusts to tease her clit. Her hips rose, welcoming the sweet caress, silently begging for more. It became more insistent, delving into her wet desire, taking long passes, stroking the swollen nub.

  Maxies hands reached downward to cradle the thick head of hair between her thighs, scraping her nails through it. Shifting to her heels, she used them to push her toward the tongue, rocking on it, riding it.

  A soft chuckle met her ears, low and hungry, as the tongue continued to lick. Hands found the front of her thighs, gliding over them, kneading them firmly. Fire ripped through her cunt as the hands lifted her, sliding beneath her ass to press her firmly to the tongue that feasted on her, slipping in and out of her needy, aching flesh.

  Soft whimpers slipped from her lips as she felt the onslaught of orgasm. Maxie pulled back, needing to savor this, wanting it to last. The tongue eased its pressure. The hands slowly laid her back on the bed, knowing instinctively she wanted reprieve.

  Fingers, thick and sure, slipped inside her. The tongue lay flat against her clit, resting, only to begin the slow rasp again. Her arms rose above her head, gripping the spindles of her bed as she willed herself to remain still.

  Her nipples beaded tightly as the fingers increased the pace, thrusting into her slick pussy. Ahhhh she cried out when the lips that nibbled at her wrapped around her clit and suckled. Maxie could hear the soft slurp of her flesh being pleasured and it brought the rush of her blood to her ears.

  Harder. Lick me harder. The tongue obeyed, lashing out, dragging through her slick folds until she gasped for breath and rammed her hips at the tongue.

  Sharp pangs of heat stabbed at her cunt. A rush of brilliant fire licked her clit. Maxie came long and hard, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming.

  The tongue swept over her belly, grazed her ribs, licked the underside of her breast, found her nipples, tight and wanting.

  They suckled, laving her, tugging her nipple away from her body, making her arch into the mouth that enveloped her.

  She wouldnt open her eyes, because if she did this dream would be over and she might miss the chance to feel the gloriously hard cock thrust into her as i
t had for several weeks now. Afraid to speak for fear it would disappear in a puff of smoke, she lay silent, allowing the dream to spread her legs wide, fondling her clit, just before it slipped its thick cock in her. Gracefully, it plunged deep, bringing a gasp from between her lips at the invasion of heated flesh.

  Oh she groaned, moving her hands to the thick muscles that strained beneath her touch. Arms gathered her close, her breasts crushed against the wide chest of the dream as it rocked within her. Wrapping her legs around the tapered waist of this dream that pumped into her, she clutched the head buried in her neck. Kisses, urgent and quick, scattered over her jaw and along her chin to find her lips.

  A stab of white-hot heat shot through her veins when his tongue entered her mouth, stroking her lips, chasing her own tongue with swift licks. Maxie scooted down further on the bed, raising her legs high, reveling in the complete possession the dream took of her body.

  She arched her neck into the kiss, bowing her back as her clit scraped the crisp hair above the cock that drove her to madness. Her fingers dug into the flesh of shoulders that rippled beneath her touch. She clenched them as she thrust at the hips that crashed into hers, milking the cock inside her.

  Sweet hot release came quickly on a rush of heat and a violent wave of shudders, racking her body, tearing through her as she screamed into the mouth that covered hers in orgasm. The cock shuddered, thick and hot, as the dream, too, found its own pleasure.

  Gentle kisses soothed her eyelids, drawing her back as her breathing steadied. Maxie felt the dream begin to pull away and silently her mind resisted it.

  Carajo, cant you stay? Stay until I wont know youre gone?

  The hard body relaxed into hers, melting against her. Maxie slipped her arms under those of the dream and nestled her head in his neck. Inhaling his scent, she sighed as her hands slowly caressed the back of the dream that held her until she slept once more.

  * * *

  That was not a dream. If it wasnt a dream and it wasnt real, she had a nasty leak that no plumber could fix. The round circular spot in the middle of the bed was not her imagination. Tearing the sheets from her bed, Maxie threw them in the laundry basket.

  Shed slept in the wet spot Didnt that figure? Even a dream left behind a wet spot.

  She was decidedly losing her mind. What did Maddie call it? Flipping a nut. She loved the American slang Maddie taught her. Shed been here in the states most of her life. Her accent was light, but most of her time was spent with other Puerto Ricans. Maddies take on life, her terminology, cracked Maxie up.

  Yes, her nuts were officially flipped and she couldnt tell anyone or theyd take her nuts to the psych ward. But what a way to go. Maxie shivered at the memory of last nights brain trauma induced orgasm.

  Brain trauma, she snorted. There was no other explanation according to her therapist -- the only person alive shed told thus far. The only person who wouldnt label her certifiable, not yet anyway.

  Maxie sat at the edge of the bed and began a series of leg lifts while she tried not to panic about having passionate, unbridled sex with a figment of her imagination.

  Most women had BOBs . Not Maxie. She had the man without a face.

  All right, there was nothing wrong with that. Shed suffered a great deal since her ex-husbands beating -- a beating that nearly took her life and left her more determined than ever not to be a victim.

  So, maybe her minds way of handling the stress was to have sex? That made little or no sense at all. If anything, she should be frightened half out of her mind over anyone touching her, let alone another man. Not after Juan, not after what hed done.

  Fuck Juan , Maddie would say.

  Yes, fuck Juan. Juan who couldnt be found, and who had left behind not only his puta , but his obligation to pay his ex-wife her alimony.

  Maxie looked down at her thighs, lightly honed now and buffer from the leg lifts. Her olive skin had taken on a healthier glow and her hair had grown out to her shoulders. Physical therapy and a strict workout regiment had given her the tools she needed for a stronger body.

  Now, if she could only work on her sick, sexually overactive mind.

  Brain trauma Hah!

  * * *

  He slipped into her apartment silently. A wisp of black smoke evaporated in the wake of the trail he left as he entered her bedroom. Jumping on her bed with a whoosh of air, his big body landed gleefully in the middle of it. Her nightgown was on the pillow. Snatching it up, he sniffed the silky garment. The very same garment shed worn last night when hed used his cock to pleasure her.

  His cock stiffened with the memory. Ah, Maxie, you smell of me and my most virile lovemaking.

  He grinned stupidly, but that grin faded when he was reminded of his fate. Maxie couldnt see him. She would never know the beauty of his face. The hard contours of his body in the light of day.

  I see vanity troubles you little.

  Kellen grunted. Vanity wasnt the case. He knew his hard beauty was admirable. Vanity wasnt a theory he oft pondered.

  Often Kellen. You do not often ponder. Must I always remind you of the ways in the year two thousand and four? his conscience corrected.

  Often, he repeated. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed as he lay on Maxies bed and silently bemoaned his fate. Cursed. He was cursed by a jealous wench who found his roving eye and curious hands worthy of punishment. Clenching his fists tightly he ground his teeth.

  You were, after all, quite the rogue, Kellen. Seems only fitting that a man with appetites such as your own would soon find himself -- how shall we say -- in the way of the new millennium -- stuck between a rock and a hard place.

  Kellen scoffed. So hed liked a wench or two --

  Women, Kellen, women. Women who will slap you senseless if you address them as such!

  Women, he said aloud. In his time hed had many. Until one became rather irate and cursed him to a fate that now was the bane of his existence

  Until Maxie.

  Avenging women -- wronged by cads such as he -- was not entirely without its pitfalls. Frankly, it sucked, as hed heard the popular term often used for disdain of the highest order. Kellen merely enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. Never would he harm a woman physically. The thought made his blood boil. To be compared to such filth was incomprehensible to him. Yet avenge he did.

  This new world offered much for him to avenge -- women raped or beaten by men who were nothing more than the dirt beneath his feet. Those men paid the price in darkened alleys and dimly lit streets, where Kellen gave them a taste of their own medicine.

  He smiled as he mentally coined the phrase for revenge. He was hip and and

  Cool

  Yes, cool. Which meant hip not cold, he reminded himself.

  But it was a lonely existence with nothing but his conscience to keep him company.

  Until Maxie

  From the moment he saw her lying helplessly in her hospital bed, hed vowed to avenge her suffering. Maxies near lifeless form sent unexplained fury, thick and hot, coursing through his veins, angering him beyond all reason. This was the worst case hed ever had to avenge. Her gentle beauty compelled him to watch her recovery as he hunted for this swine, Juan. Her lush form compelled him to reach out one night, graze her skin and rest his tongue on a tightened nipple.

  Kellen was sure this went against every restriction placed upon his curse, yet he cared not. Nothing of serious import had befallen him thus far, and so he continued. Night after night, he came to Maxie, spreading the sweet flesh of her womanly place, delving his needy tongue into the musky recesses, sliding his ever-stiff cock into her.

  Maxie thought he was a dream.

  Hah! What dream might bring such pre-connubial bliss?

  Again, Kellen, I call you on your vanity. Tis in need of a reining in -- of the highest order.

  I speak only the truth. I feel her thoughts and she has made my state of manhood quite clear. I am el supremo in the sack, Kellen proclaimed to no one quite proudly. He gathered this was a
good notion. Certainly she was like no other wench -- er, woman -- hed ever known. Just her smell alone made him mad with want.

  If only she could see him as he saw her. How long was he doomed to this hell? It had been five years, according to this new worlds calendar, since he was so rudely thrust into this strange place of microwaves and cars and money markets.

  Kellen rested the silken garment on his chest, rubbing it between his fingers. Strange longing to hear his name on Maxies lips coursed through him.

  For now he would settle for clandestine nights with Maxie writhing beneath his hips. Tonight he would take her as his once more, whilst finding the answer to this predicament.

  Methinks your cock is not the answer, my good man.

  Kellen sighed. But it made the journey that much more pleasurable.

  Chapter 2

  There was nothing Maxie loved more than Divorcées Anonymous group night out. They frequented the same place each week, mostly because Maxie loved to karaoke. Since shed met Maddie Blake, Katy Jennings, and Victoria Rawlings, her life had changed in so many ways. If not for their love and support, she never would have survived her divorce and the eventual final beating from Juan, her ex-husband.

  Tonight she just didnt feel up to par. Her mind was elsewhere like her bedroom.

  Whats the matter, Maxie? Arent you up for a little Bonnie tonight? Maddie inquired with a smile.

  Maxie waved her off absently with a faint smile. Im just not in the mood tonight, I guess.

  Darling, how can this be? Victoria clucked. Nothing keeps you from Bonnie Tyler. What would group night out be if not for Total Eclipse of the Heart?

  Maxie just couldnt get into it tonight. And nothing kept her from her karaoke.

  You look tired, Maxie. Are you sleeping well? Katy asked. Have you been finding some me time ?

  If you only knew the kind of me time Im having, honey.

  Victoria snickered at Katy. Yes, Maxie, are you filling up your bank of you ? Making regular deposits in the checking account of self-esteem?