Last Minute (Timeless Series Book 3)

by Mayra Statham

  “Hell yeah, you do.” My words were harsh. “Bend,” I ordered in a low tone, and she did just that.

  We moved together, my dick never leaving the sweetness of her tight sheath. She bent over the edge of my bed.

  “You’re deeper now.” She ground against me, taking me even deeper, and my nostrils flared. The urge to come hitting hard, I breathed in her sweet need.

  “Hell yeah, I am. Fuck, baby. You have no idea how damn pretty you look like this.” I couldn’t take my eyes off where we connected. The way her pussy opened and stretched for me. Taking it as I gave it to her. It was obscene but fucking mesmerizing.

  “Max!” she growled, and I chuckled.

  “Too slow?” I asked darkly, teasing her, fucking her so damn slowly it made my cock ache. She looked over her shoulder. And if looks could kill, I’d be useless to her. Jesus, I loved her fire.

  Love. The word left me almost stunned.

  I loved Leti.

  I’d fucking gone and done it.

  I fell in love with a girl I met last minute on a casino floor. Nothing like I had thought it would one day happen, but fuck me, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

  “Max, if you don’t give me what I want, I swear I’m going to—“ I sunk in deep and she gasped, her pretty purr echoing against the walls of my bedroom.

  “You’re going to what, Spark Plug? Huh?” I taunted, taking my dick out almost all the way, only leaving my crown in her sopping entrance. “You’re going to what, baby?”

  “Max, please stop messing around. I need—”

  “I got you. I swear to freaking God I got you, baby,” I vowed. She had no idea just how honest my words were. I meant them so much more than making sure to work both of us into incredible orgasms.

  She swiveled her gorgeous hips, and I thought my eyes were going to roll in the back of my head. I focused on her and me. Working her sweet body closer and closer to the edge. Our skin was hot and sweaty as I fucked her.

  “Rub your clit, Leti. We need to get there,” I panted, and I heard the relief in her sigh.

  She shifted, and I knew she was rubbing that swollen pearl of nerves. The image of me stretching her tiny little hole knowing she was touching herself made my balls tighten up. They drew up, achingly full, ready to fill her pussy. The idea of watching it drip out of me had my spine tingling.

  “Leti, I need you to get there, baby,” I said through gritted teeth as I fought letting the moment end too quickly.

  “I’m…” She swallowed and mewled, rolling her hips again. “I’m… Oh my… Max. I’m almost… Max!” she chanted my name.

  Her cries were muffled as she hid her face in the sheets of my bed, and I felt it. Her walls clenched around me, squeezing and milking my dick. I lost my mind. I slammed into her. I rutted like a beast. My hands held on tightly. So much, I knew I would leave my mark behind. I liked that. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, her cries calling my name as I lost my control.

  I slammed into her once.

  Twice.

  I was done.

  I held my body tight as ribbon after ribbon of my release shot out, emptying myself into her.

  The woman I would spend the rest of my life with.

  Chapter Seven

  Leti

  SLEEP WAS STARTING to take me under, but I was fighting it.

  I was too happy to sleep, and because of that, I asked something that I’d wondered about despite his explanation earlier.

  “Why do you call me spark plug?” I found myself asking into his chest. He was quiet, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. Not when his hands were playing with my hair, slowly running their way up and down my strands.

  “I told you.”

  “You told me it was because I was sassy.”

  “Yeah.”

  “How about you tell me the whole truth?”

  “Why don’t you think it’s the truth?”

  “I don’t know…. something Rosalee said.”

  “What’s that?” he asked, sitting up and bringing me up with him.

  “She said you were the most poetic of her brothers.”

  “Poetic?”

  “You think things through, that you have a serious depth to you.”

  “Hmm,” he grunted.

  “She said you were very philosophical. To be fair, we were pretty tipsy.”

  “Is that what the two of you do, drink a lot together?”

  “No,” I laughed. “Though I can see why you would think that. No, we’ve drunk twice together. The day we met and Vegas.”

  “Day you met?”

  “It was… complicated.” I grinned, and he kissed me.

  “Something tells me I don’t wanna know.” Oh boy, was he right about that.

  “It was right after Patrick broke up with her,” I whispered, hoping that was enough information because I really seriously liked him, but he didn’t need to know the details of how I’d met his sister. Especially not when we were naked and in pillow talk mode.

  “Patrick,” he groaned and shook his head. “We all thought she was gonna marry the guy, then he…” Max shrugged. “I worried about her after that, but—”

  “She met me, so you thought her going a little crazy was all because of the bad influence of a new friend?” I guessed with a grin.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” I shrugged. “Now tell me, please?”

  “Fine, but get comfortable,” he bossed about, and I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as his arm tucked around me, and I breathed in the scent of his bare skin. “Good?” he asked, and I smiled against his flesh. I loved how he always put my needs first.

  “Really good.”

  “You really wanna know?” he asked with a sigh.

  “Yes,” I giggled softly.

  “Fine,” he complained playfully. “So, I work on cars, right?”

  “You are being completely modest,” I interrupted. The man ran his own mechanic shop and worked on all sorts of vehicles.

  “There are so many components in a car, but one of the most important for an engine to come to life is a spark plug; it helps the combustion chamber.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’re my spark plug.” I felt his shoulder rise and drop carefully, and my head popped up to look at him.

  “What do you—”

  “I met you, Leti… and, baby, it was like an electric current ran through me and you brought me to life,” he said in a low tone. His eyes on mine were open and honest. “I didn’t know what was missing in my life before you, but we met—”

  “Not even a week ago,” I cut in.

  “Yeah.” His eyes crinkled. “I know how crazy fast it is, but it doesn’t change how I feel, Leti. You brought color to my life when I didn’t know it was missing. Now I want it all the time.” I had no words, so I moved in and kissed him.

  “I like being your spark plug,” I whispered against his mouth and felt his lips quirk upward.

  “Good. ‘Cause I’m keeping you.”

  “For always?” I asked softly, hope floating around me as my eyes felt heavier with every passing second. There was something magical and soothing about being in Max’ arms.

  “And beyond, baby, and beyond,” I heard before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

  Max

  She slept soundly in my arms. Tucked in tight, her breathing soft and steady on my chest, everything felt right in my life. Glancing down at my girl, peaceful and angelic, I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes.

  I thought about what I needed to do this week and how I had to add picking up and fixing her car to the top of my to-do list. Owning your own business and being your own boss was great as hell, but it was tiring.

  “Max,” she purred, lifting her leg and throwing it over one of my own.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Thank you.”

  “For?”

  “Saving me tonight,” she yawned and cuddled in closer, like a cute little kitten. “For
taking a chance on me.”

  “You’re mine, Spark Plug. All mine.”

  “I like that.” She sighed sleepily and left me smiling. I fucking liked it too.

  _______________

  I ran my hand through my hair and winced. I smelled like motor oil and looked like a grease-monkey, but I couldn’t stay away. We had only been apart for about eight hours, but I needed my Leti hit.

  “Max!” she called out with a big smile and ran over to me, ignoring the curious stares, and I braced. She jumped into my arms, and I oophed slightly, glad as hell I didn’t drop her.

  “You happy to see me?” I asked against her lips, and her smile went wider.

  “Yes! What are you doing here?”

  “Getting coffee. You know a barista who can do that for me?” I winked, and she grinned before dropping her lips to mine.

  “I got you, babe,” she said, wiggling out of my arms.

  I had stopped by Daily Grind before closing.

  The morning after this time around had been smooth. Beautiful and easy. I’d woken up early and called my shop. I’d made sure to get one of my best guys to run out and pick up her car and bring it into the shop and get started on it. Then I got to work on making her breakfast in bed, thankful as hell for my meddling mom and the fact she’d just restocked my fridge. I owed that woman huge.

  After we took a long and sensual shower where she showed me how talented she was with her mouth, I made sure to return the favor before the water turned cold. I drove Leti to her place to change and then to Daily Grind since she had a long shift, which had worked in my favor.

  New battery, rotated tires, oil change, and a detailing later, I was at Daily Grind to drop off her car to make sure she had a way to get home safe and sound.

  “The car okay or is it time for a trip to the junkyard?” she joked, but I could see the worry in her eyes. I knew what a new car would cost, and she was a college student.

  “She has a little longer left,” I shared, and she squeezed my hand. “She’s outside, ready and waiting for you.”

  “Really? That was fast. How much is the damage?” She worried her lower lip, and I chuckled.

  “How about a cold brew for me and some blended frap things for the guys working overtime at the shop.”

  “Max, that is nowhere close to what the cost would be,” she said seriously, and I rubbed the back of my neck.

  “That’s all I’m willing to take, Spark Plug.”

  “I don’t know, Max, that feels wrong…”

  “Fine, throw in a couple cake pops and we’re good. Trust me. The guys in the shop love cake pops.”

  “Really?” Her eyes lit up, and I nodded, following her to the counter.

  “They all have a sweet tooth.”

  “Okay, if you say so, let me get everything ready for you.”

  “No rush.” I smiled and walked over to a seat from where I could watch her but let her do her thing. She was beautiful. I loved the way she was with her co-workers and what seemed to be the regulars in the shop. Before I left, she introduced me as her boyfriend. Boyfriend. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to correct her and tell her I was her man, but I didn’t.

  Soon enough, she would get just how important she was to me.

  How fucking in love I was with her.

  Chapter Eight

  Leti

  I LOOKED AT my reflection on the mirror and pressed my lips together. I didn’t look too bad. Black fitted tank top with my good bra and bootcut jeans that were faded just perfectly, I had paired it with black Chuck Taylors. My hair was blown out and straight, falling over my shoulders. I lifted and dropped my shoulders. It was as good as it was going to get, right? My eyes dropped to my mouth and wondered if I should do a red lip or keep it simple with clear gloss? Light makeup or something a little heavier?

  I turned and picked up my cell phone. I knew who I could call and ask for advice. I had two possibilities. My sister or Rosalee. Rosalee, who was surprisingly cool with me seeing her brother. Thank God! I could call her and see if maybe her brother let her know where he was taking me on this surprise date after a week of being apart. Not that we hadn’t talked.

  We had.

  A lot.

  We talked every night, ending our days together, his voice in my ear as we got to know one another. Work at his shop had been crazy busy, and the night he was available, I’d had to visit my parents. But that didn’t stop him from trying. He stopped at the coffee shop, and I stopped at his shop yesterday with lunch. He was amazing. Max had gone around introducing me to all his employees and then, before I left for my shift at Daily Grind, he’d told me to keep my day open because he had a surprise for me. A surprise date!

  He was so much more than the hot guy with an incredible sex drive. He made me laugh and feel wanted. Cherished. Seen. I was falling for Max Riley. I was falling harder and faster than I even thought was possible.

  Part of me had always thought my sister and Brandon were insane falling in love as quickly as they had. While the other part of me, the small girly side of me, thought it had been the most romantic thing I had ever witnessed. The only thing that had come close to it by that time in my life had been watching Beast give Belle his library on Beauty and the Beast.

  I had never expected to be someone who fell even faster than my nutty sister, but there I was. Falling so quickly I didn’t know how I would land, but I wasn’t worried about it. I knew he’d catch me. He wouldn’t let me fall. My mind moved back to my sister and Brandon. The way life had brought them back together, and for a mili-second the thought of Max breaking my heart entered my mind.

  But as quickly as it did, it died.

  He wouldn’t. I didn’t know how I knew that to the center of my being, but I did. Just like I knew I wouldn’t hurt him. Sure, things could happen in the future, but it was crazy to have the confidence and trust I had in him as quickly as it was, though it didn’t make it any less real.

  My phone rang and I smiled.

  My sister had crazy weird timing.

  “Hey, Nina—”

  “Busy?” There was something about Nina’s tone that had the hairs on the back of my neck prickling up.

  “Wait, what?” I asked.

  “Well, we bumped into your friend Rosalee at the mall.”

  “Okay…” I said slowly.

  “She told us about her brother.”

  “Oh. Okay. Well, Max is—”

  “And grandma now wants to see you,” she interrupted and cut me off.

  “Grandma?” my voice squeaked. “She’s in town?” I asked in a too loud whisper.

  “Surprise! She came to visit.” I could hear a smile in her voice, and I closed my eyes. I loved my grandmother, but she was a super snoop. Like a spy but snoopier. “She wants you to tell her all about your Max.”

  “My Max?” I repeated. What did Rosalee say to her? I loved Rosalee, but she had too big of a mouth.

  “We are around the corner from your place,” she dropped a bomb, and I closed my eyes.

  “You’re what!” I squeaked, jumping off my bed and rushing my booty to the living room. I had to make sure it wasn’t too messy for my grandmother, or else I would never hear the end of it. “Nina, we have a date. He’s taking me—”

  “She has a date?” my grandmothers voice rang out, and I realized I was on speaker.

  “Hi, Abuela,” I greeted weakly.

  “Don’t ‘hi abuela’ me!” she complained, and I looked up at the ceiling, “You are keeping secrets!”

  “It’s not a secret, Abuela.”

  “Hmm,” she grunted. “We will see you in a minute,” she said before ending the call. Great.

  “Knock, knock!” Nina said two minutes later at my door, and I rolled my eyes at her, not that it made her own smile fade away.

  “Hey.”

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were going on a date.”

  “We would know if you… I don’t know, called and talked to us.” My grandmother walked in, and
I went right to her and hugged her. As annoyed as I knew she was, I knew she was happy to see me.

  “Hi, Abuelita.”

  “Hola Chicita.” She hugged me tightly, and just like that, all the nerves about my surprise date dissolved.

  “Hey, Leti!” Macie called as she walked in last and closed my front door.

  “Hey, Mace! You guys thirsty or—”

  “They can get us drinks. You, my beautiful girl, are going to sit and tell me all about this Max.”

  “Abuela.”

  “No Abuela. Talk,” she said, and I sighed. I looked at her wrinkled but still beautiful face and wise eyes and knew there was no holding back.

  We were close. We had always been close. Both my parents had worked full time jobs and my grams had been the one who had always been around. Nina might have been my first best friend, but my abuela had been a close second.

  So, I found myself tucking in close to her, and she held my hand as I talked. I told her about him. About how we met in Vegas and my first impression of him. How every minute that ticked away afterward, he seemed to get better and better. All while ignoring my sister and Macie as they sat down on the couches and listened in like it was the most amazing story.

  “Your car broke down! And you didn’t call? I live, like, ten minutes away!” Nina cried, and I rolled my eyes.

  “He fixed it the next day. He picked me up, took me to his place and… well, he asked me to be his girlfriend.” He’d done a hell of a lot more than that, but there were boundaries. Though, by how hot my face felt, I was almost positive they knew a lot more than that had happened.

  “Novio!” my grandma said, butting her hands over her chest, her eyes teary and glittering with overwhelming joy. “Mi chicita has a novio!” The excitement she had about her youngest granddaughter having a possible boyfriend sent women’s lib back a couple of years.

  “Abuela,” I groaned. “It’s not like he’s the first.”

  “No mami, I know he isn’t. But… aye mija, you don’t see what I see.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I think she’s right,” Macie said, moving to the edge of the couch, observing me.