Love Letters Boxset Volume 1: Bonus content included Page 10

  “Yes.”

  1 year later.

  Dear Maverick,

  I have a story for you…

  Once upon a time, there was a girl with no filter, she hated bullshit more than the average ho and had a strong dislike for blind dates.

  One day, this girl’s trampy best friend convinced her writing a super soldier was a good idea. With no intentions of mailing the letter, she wrote it.

  The tramp decided to dig through the innocent girls crumpled up garbage and send it anyways! (How rude!)

  When the super soldier received it, he also suspected nefarious intentions from that trampy friend and didn’t trust in the girl’s rambling. When he wrote back, he had a change of heart and decided maybe the weird girl with no filter and rambling ideas was real.

  With that in mind, the pair quickly became more than pen pals. They defied distance and formed a bond of loneliness and connection.

  They got to know one another, and soon, they were so embroiled in each other that when the super soldier came home, the neurotic girl was so shocked she fainted like a hussy at a boy band concert.

  Twelve months later and she’s about to give him the surprise of a lifetime!

  You’re welcome,

  Your True story.

  P.S We’re pregnant!!!!!

  “Honey, I’m home!” I hear the greeting but can’t look away from her letter. Every once in a while, True still writes to me. She says and does the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.

  But this…

  This is…

  Everything.

  “Oh good! You got my note. The tramp, can you believe the nerve of her?” A huge grin has overtaken my baby girl’s face. She’s as beautiful as I’ve ever seen her. She’s glowing.

  “You seriously did not call me a tramp?” Lena barks, coming in behind my gorgeous wife.

  “She sure as fuck did. Now piss off, or you’re going to see a whole lot of fucking.” True hops up on the counter as I stalk towards her. Every step predatory.

  “You guys are worse than the damn gorillas!” Lena storms out, heading towards the beach that’s practically our backyard.

  “Is it true?” My voice is hoarse with emotion.

  She nods.

  “You’re having my baby?”

  “What did you think was going to happen when you kept emptying you’re nuts into my womb?” I’d like to tan the sarcasm out of her hide.

  “Watch it, baby girl. I’ll still warm that ass up.”

  She blushes. “We’re having a baby, Maverick.” Her quiet voice is filled with more excitement than on our wedding day.

  “I fucking love you, wife.”

  True leans her head into mine. “I fucking love you too, husband.”

  2 years later.

  I love this man. With everything I am, and ever have been, I love him. He’s the most kind and generous person I’ve ever known. Which is why, with him inside of me, our bodies intertwined, I reach for the night stand and grab the letter I’ve been saving for the right moment.

  “Maverick,” I moan, reaching behind me to hand it to him. His fingers tighten on my hips as he struggles to form a thought.

  “Don’t fuck with me, True, not now.” He’s been trying to get me pregnant for over a year, and well, once he’s in the zone, nothing stops him.

  I gasp with each new thrust of his hips and try to keep myself from giving over to him. “Please, Maverick.” He never turns me down. No matter how inappropriate my timing is.

  “Fuck.” He hisses, but stops moving, I almost regret it. “Don’t you fucking move.” He growls.

  Leaning on my arms, I try to listen, I swear I really do. But he just feels so good, and I slowly pull forward and push back, doing the work for him. With a slap to my ass, he groans, “baby girl.”

  The rustling of the paper freezes my movements and the wait is brutal. But oh so worth it.

  Maverick

  Dear husband,

  Do you remember that time you promised to spank me? I sure do, I’ve done everything I can to make it happen and baby you delivered, tend fold.

  Every single time.

  I love you Maverick. I love our life. I love our little boy.

  I couldn’t be happier with our lives, but we all want more.

  You’ve been trying, so very hard, to knock me up any way possible for a long time now (seriously my poor girl is feeling the effects) no complaints though!

  Well I’m happy to report, your baby maker has a bun in the oven, and should be joining us before Christmas!

  Congrats baby, you’re gonna be a Daddy again!

  Always yours,

  Wife

  P.S. Turn the paper over.

  With twins!

  “True,” I growl, crumpling the paper in my hands. Excitement and elation filling me, “twins?”

  “You remember that time on the beach, in the little hut thingy?” Oh I remember all right. I remember her riding me for hours and me having to stifle her cries of pleasure as people walked around us.

  “Twins.” I marvel.

  “Yes, two,” she snaps, “now move again.” Her ass wiggles against me and I groan. “Please.” Fuck, I love this woman.

  “Whatever you want baby girl.” Anything in the fucking world.

  I’d do anything for this spitfire I call my wife.

  They live happily ever after!

  Bonus Story ~ Dear Lena

  Anonymous… love?

  Dear Lena,

  I’ve watched from a distance,

  waited my turn,

  soon you’ll be mine.

  Dear…

  You were unexpected,

  a complete surprise.

  In the end, you’ll be mine.

  Dear Lena,

  I’ve watched you, the way you move, the way you flick your golden blonde hair. I’ve seen your soul through your gorgeous blue eyes.

  I’ve been half in love with you from the moment we met.

  Have you ever felt a connection to someone with no way to express it? Clueless to how it will play out?

  Until you, I never believed in true love. Love at first sight. None of it.

  With you, I think we could have a future.

  I’m not ready yet. I have things to take care of before I can approach you. Tell you who I am. Just know, I’m thinking of you Lena. And I’m coming for you. Real soon.

  Love,

  Your admirer, C

  Admirer?

  I have an admirer.

  Unexpected, and interesting.

  My imagination is going wild wondering who it could be. I’d call my best friend True but she’s likely busy humping my cousin Maverick’s brains out on their honeymoon.

  True would know who it is. She knows who every man in my life is and would decipher this like some sort of code. I however am still stuck in the damn apartment with the horny roommates who hump everywhere.

  Seriously, I should have moved months ago, but living in the Bay area isn’t cheap. Being near the ocean is the only salvation I have left.

  Being able to swim when I like calms my nerves when life gets to be a bit too much. Not many people know that I suffer from anxiety, have most of my life, and the simple sound of the waves lapping in the distance can help ease me back into the present.

  When I was twelve my best friend was kidnapped and eventually murdered because I was late to meet her at the mall. Since then my life has been kind of a mess. The only person who knows how bad it’s been is True, and that one giant of a man at her wedding that helped me through a panic attack in the closet before I gave the bridesmaid speech.

  I barely remember him. Other than his kind eyes and soothing voice. I never got to thank him properly either. Mav and True had no clue who I was talking about, so they weren’t any help at all.

  Flipping the envelope over and over I try not to stress about who it could or couldn’t be. There’s a return address with a PO Box so I guess I could send something back.

  Ugh. This b
etter be someone Mav knows.

  I never did send a letter back to my admirer. I almost regret it. My anxiety got the best of me and I chickened out, instead keeping his letter in my night stand drawer to pull out and reread night after lonely night.

  With no idea of who it is, or could be, I ponder the possibilities as I lay in the dark at night. He could be a handsome prince (hush I know it’s improbable) that saw me from satellite and became obsessed.

  Or maybe he’s some seaman I see on the beach every day with love in his eyes and hesitance in his heart.

  Maybe he’s some psycho killer and it’s actually best I’ve ignored my desire to write back.

  Perhaps he’s my soul mate and I’m screwing up by not doing anything.

  I’m likely analyzing every possibility to death and he’s my gorilla sex crazed roommate’s boyfriend. Wouldn’t that be lovely. Not! The man’s an imbocile that should be sterilized. Harsh, I know, but the guys a real jerk.

  He cheats on Jamie and she pretends he doesn’t so they have these marathons of sex for days. I cringe at the things I hear and cross my legs at others.

  I seriously need to move.

  “Hey hoochie, here.” Speak of the devil. Jamie tosses some mail my way as she wanders into her room.

  Gazing down at the envelope I see the writing and immediately, my heart rate picks up speed. Jumping off the sofa I race to my room and flop back on my bed.

  Anticipation rushes through me as I tear it open.

  Dear Lena,

  It’s been one month since I mailed that letter. To be honest I had hoped you’d write me back. I thought your curiosity would have triggered your need to know who I am.

  That’s okay, I can wait.

  I’ve waited months already.

  I must admit your picture stays by my bed, day and night, so you’re the first thing I see in the morning and the last at night.

  I anticipate the day we can be together, your reaction to who I am, though I do doubt you’ll remember me. It was a brief meeting, but the stars aligned.

  I didn’t approach you then as a love interest because I knew circumstances weren’t right for everything I’m going to want from you. I knew you weren’t ready for the things I’ll awaken in you. Accepting them will come with ease as you get to know me through words.

  I am 35 years old–I know it’s quite a bit older than your own 24–I’ve worked with the government in one capacity or another for 15 years. I plan to retire soon, so that I never have to leave you once we’re together.

  I have no children, never been married. I grew up in the foster system, so I have no ties anywhere that will keep me from being by your side.

  I enjoy swimming and have lived in Malibu for the past 10 years. My villa is a small path off the beach and I hope you’ll choose to come home with me when I come for you. I hope, Lena, that even though you’ve likely got a million things going through your head, that you’ll still give this–us–a chance to work out.

  Write to me, Lena.

  Love, C

  It’s hard to decide whether I should be swooning at his seeming devotion or running for the hills. He knows me. Like really actually has been in my life at one time or another knows me and I’m not sure what to do with that.

  I admit to being pulled into his words, but my fear is that I’ll be burned in one way or another and he’s not who he seems.

  “Ugh, give me your damn name!”

  Well I wrote to him.

  I didn’t mail it. But the words are on the paper.

  I’m sitting on the beach now with my letter in one hand and another from him in the other. I hesitate to open his because I don’t want him to be disappointed that I didn’t send him something. I’m terrified to find out if his seeming admiration turns into something dark and twisted.

  I talked True’s ear to death about this whole weird situation last week and all the jerk could do was point to her husband. Imitating things worked out for them after I sent her letter when she didn’t want to.

  I tried to reason with her. Tell her that I already knew Mav was a good man and would take care of her quirky ass. The woman is so damn bull headed she refused to listen and had imagines of some sort of romantic scenario happening here.

  My life just isn’t like hers though. It’s not roses and sunshine. I don’t have the same happy outlook on life as she does. I just need to let go of my fear, as True says–as I once said.

  Placing his letter next to me, I take a deep breath and open the one from my anonymous admirer.

  Dearest Lena,

  You’re like a Swan.

  From the moment I saw you, your elegance and grace were magnified. I watched the way you floated around the room, playing the perfect little hostess on the outside. When on the inside, in the deepest recesses of your gaze I could see your pain.

  I saw when you would cringe as people came closer, if they tried to touch you. I wanted to whisk you away then. I wanted to secret you off to my villa and show you that I’ll be your protector. I’ll keep the world at bay when it becomes too much for you Lena.

  Trust me to do what’s best for you without you having to voice your qualms and misgivings. I know you Lena, all the little things you can imagine. Your secrets. Everything. I know it all sweet Swan.

  Because I know it all, I’ve included a photograph of myself.

  I only have one month left and I’ll be waiting on your door step from your first dip in the ocean. I’ll wait for as long as it takes for you to accept me and my love for you.

  I’m yours already pretty Swan.

  Always, C

  His words are few, but they pack a punch.

  He’s almost reaching stalker status, but there’s something there. Right below the surface that leaves me on the edge of my seat needing to know more about him.

  Turning the paper, I see the picture he said was attached and I’m more than stunned at his appearance.

  I don’t know what I expected.

  I didn’t even think about what he would look like, I was afraid to.

  But he’s…stunning. In a non-handsome sense.

  I can’t tell how tall he is, but he’s wide with muscle across the shoulders. His hair is cropped short to his head. A beard covers the lower half of his face and three scars I can’t seem to stop staring at, cover the right side of his face.

  This is a man who has lived hard.

  And he wants me.

  Excitement finally begins to rush through me and I race to the nearest mail box to drop his letter in.

  Dear…

  Admirer…

  Anony–

  C…

  Seriously, do you know how weird this is, without a name? This entire scenario is kind of strange but I’m learning to live with it. I have so many questions and it seems every time I get an answer, ten more crop up.

  I’m intrigued though. You seem to know a lot about me and I admit to feeling slightly better knowing even a little more about you.

  You say you work in government and I have all these roles in the alphabet soup companies playing through my mind but the one I keep coming back to is some sort of undercover work. Is that what you do? Why you’re being so secretive?

  Had you have written me a year ago, I’d have tossed your letters in the trash and never given you a second thought. After what I did to my bestie, True, I hesitated and find myself craving to know more about you.

  Most especially, why me? Why am I so special?

  Confused and wanting more,

  Lena

  She’s going to be fun. Little Lena has no idea what I want from her. How long I’ve loved her. I was right in that she doesn’t remember me.

  Maverick worked under a friend’s command in the Navy and I met him a time or two. The invite to his wedding was a shock and going wasn’t in the plan. Working undercover doesn’t leave me a lot of leeway to have a personal life.

  There was something in my gut though. Begging me to make an appearance. When I found the little
blonde bombshell in the coat closet having a panic attack I knew she was the feeling.

  Holding her in my arms, helping her focus on the day ahead and breathing through her fright, gave me a sense of peace I’ve never been able to find. She’s been in my head and worming her way into my heart ever since.

  I went so far as to set up surveillance around her apartment building. Not so much that I’m invading her privacy but enough that I can make sure nothing happens to her while I wrap up my final case.

  I wasn’t lying when I told her retirement is right around the corner. From the second I saw her, I was done risking my life. I gave my time, my body, my life to this country for more years than I’ve been able to truly live.

  It’s time I get something to myself and that something is damn well going to be Lena.

  It’s been a month.

  Actually, it’s been one month, four days, and six hours. But who’s counting? I didn’t get another letter. I never sent another letter. I’ve been in this weird stasis like trance waiting and counting down the days until he’s here.

  Nearly every day for a week I’ve gotten up, gone for my morning run–and donut stop, cause hello! I need that sugar high to get back home–and secretly hoped he’d be there waiting for me.

  He hasn’t been, in case you’re wondering. There was one day I thought maybe it was him, but it was just a guy two floors down. He finally shaved his scary ass mountain man beard and got a haircut. He’s cute in a best friend’s brother kind of way, but definitely not for me.

  Licking the stickiness from my fingers as I round the corner of my block, two apartment buildings from my own, a crackle ignites the air. It’s like when you rub a balloon on the carpet and then touch it to your head. Your hair goes crazy, anything you touch gets a shock and there’s a buzz flitting around your ears.