by Xavier Neal
I am a tits guy, but there’s only one pair I wanna see tonight and they are hiding beneath a book nerd shirt.
I pull my eyes away from a set of blonde look-alikes who are twirling the ends of their hair, and hand Maxx her pizza on the paper plate. I mutter, “Hope you don’t mind all the people staring.”
“I can’t help it if they find me sexy.” Her response is followed by her taking a bite of her pizza while I chuckle. A long strand of cheese is intertwined with her giggling.
Adorable.
“You’ve gotten cockier since you took that job.”
“I prefer confident,” she corrects as I watch her walk towards the live music.
Confident in deed.
The swaying of her hips reminds me that I’m hungrier for something other than pizza.
I gotta get this girl underneath me.
Before my cock has a minute to stir I shove pizza in my mouth and do my best to ignore the increasingly obvious female attention headed our way. The red head to the left in the mini skirt. The brunette to the right with overalls. The blonde super twins looking like an actually hot version of the Hilton sisters.
If only any of them could compete with Maxx. Fuck. I’m pussy whipped and not even getting pussy.
Near the back of the crowd, Maxx reclines against the edge of one of the picnic tables to finish her pizza. My body leans in beside hers, watching her tongue wrap around another string of cheese. I feel my cock threaten to get hard again. Damn it! Could you just let me enjoy her for now?
Maxx licks her fingers clean, drops the plate, and starts humming along to the song the band is playing. She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world as she turns her body and wraps both her hands around my neck. Seductively she starts to swing her hips back and forth to ‘You Really Got Me,’ the classic song from the 60s. I drop the plate I was holding and find myself being swallowed alive by the way her chest is pulsating. Her hips gyrating. Her body is demanding I put my hands in places and I’m more than fucking willing.
You know, I hate to disappoint.
Singing along to the words I lean against her and rock my pelvis slightly as I whisper in her ear, “You really got me.”
And fuck me in the ass if it’s not true.
She pulls away and tosses her head back in laughter, her entire face bright enough to light up the evening sky that’s fading into night. I don’t wanna shove her into a dark movie theater where I can’t see her face like this, hear her voice, enjoy her all to myself.
Fuck. That.
I say in her ear a little louder, “How about I show you something special instead of taking you to the movies? You down?”
“Sure.”
My hand grabs hers once more and I pull her back to the car, knowing exactly where I wanna go. On the highway we increase to a speed that I know, by the way her whole body tenses up, makes Maxx uncomfortable.
Not real sure why she gets like this when the speed gets this high. She’s never talked about it. And you know us and our ‘don’t push each other’ rule by now I’m sure.
“You know, you’re gonna be fine.”
With her eyes squeezed shut she grumbles, “Easy for you to say. You aren’t the one who’s gravitating in her seat right now because the driver is going super sonic speed!”
“Hey.” My foot eases slightly off the accelerator as my hand reaches over to fold with hers. “I gotchu.”
And I mean that. I’ve got her. I’ve always had her. And loved her in my own sick twisted way, but that’s not the point.
Maxx lets out a long deep breath and opens her eyes, rolling her head over to me. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything Maximus.”
And that’s never been more true. With the way this evening has been going and the vibe that’s flowing between us, if she asked me to confess that I loved her right now, I’d fucking do it.
“Would you go pro?”
Blindsided I bark,“What?”
“If you were given the chance to go pro, would you?”
“You coming?”
Maxx giggles and squeezes my hand tighter. “I’m serious.”
My response is preceded with a scolding look. “So am I.”
But I am. I’m dead fucking serious.
“You really wanna know?” I question.
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
“Yeah. I’d probably go pro in a heartbeat. The chance to travel around living only a moment in each place. Never having to worry about getting too attached…” The last comment softens her grip on mine.
“That’s what I figured.”
And everything is still between us.
Fuck. That right there. That’s why I can’t give her what she wants from me. I’ll never be that fucking guy that says the right thing at the right time. Hell, I’ll never be the guy who says what the fuck he should. Being pro would keep me on the move, keep a constant stream of girls in my bed, which at this point doesn’t matter since the only one I actually want in it is the one beside me setting me up with these loaded fucking questions.
“But I’d have to give up Erin and her bitching. Luke wouldn’t be at my side checking my bruises. And you wouldn’t be there for pre fight ice cream and post fight pizza. So…while I think I would go pro, I don’t know if could just give those things up. You guys are my family. And honestly, I don’t know if I could do this without you.”
Cautiously she asks, “Do what?”
“Any of this.”
Life. I don’t know if could live life without Maxx Hughes.
Maxx’s hand tightens once more.
Maybe I can get it right every once in awhile.
I pull into a vacant parking lot across from a huge empty field and shut the car off. The two of us get out and she follows beside me towards the emptiness. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her closer into me, the sweet sugary smell that she carries floods my nose.
It makes me want a cupcake.
After walking until we are basically in the middle of the field, I finally stop and flop down in the grassy area, pulling her into my lap with a clunk. “What are we doing here?” she asks.
“Wait,” I instruct her.
And that’s when the first lightening bug shows up. She gasps. Another shows up. Then another. Then the sky is flickering with them, briefly showing us their glow. In a short whisper she says, “Lightening bugs!”
“Yup.”
“They’re everywhere!”
Leaning back on my palms, I watch as the bugs appear and disappear. It’s oddly soothing. We watch in peace for what feels like hours, but probably isn’t more than twenty minutes.
Eventually I decide to speak. “I come here when I wanna get away from everything.” Her face glances back at me. “Always have. When I first started running away from home, long before your window was open for me, I would run until I couldn’t run anymore. I like it here. I like the lightening bugs because they remind me of myself.”
“Your ass doesn’t glow.” Her attempt to lighten the mood makes a smile flash on my face. “I mean it is the whitest part of you and all…”
“Because they only shine bright for a moment. And then it’s over. They float along in life only mattering to the entire world for a moment then not existing anymore.”
“Logan, you’re not like you’re father—”
“Watson.”
Our code word clamps her mouth back down.
When Maxx and I first became friends, there were many things we found we didn’t want to share with one another. So when the other would bring up the subject of something we didn’t want to talk about we came up with a code word to stop the entire thing. Over the years, it’s changed. Most recently, it’s become Watson. Once it�
�s said, that is the end of all of it. I don’t ever want to talk about the old man.
Maxx wets her lips and proceeds, “How do you catch something that’s so beautiful, so tantalizing, so bright but only around for a moment?”
“You don’t.”
Before Maxx can say anything else and move this conversation down the rabbit hole that would end everything amazing that’s happened between us, I tilt her face towards mine and press my lips on hers. Immediately she lets out a soft moan.
Fuck. Yes. That’s my girl.
I grip her tighter as her tongue lunges for mine like it’s trying to capture it.
You know, I’ve kissed hundreds of girls and this is the only one that’s ever been impressive.
She wraps her fingers around the back of my neck to grip me closer, pulling me into her. My dick responds and she grinds against him in acceptance. Shit. If we don’t stop now, I’ll throw her down in the grass right here.
Like she heard me, she pulls away from me, and hops herself up. With a declaration she says, “In the car would be better.”
I nod with a smile and follow behind her slowly as she exaggerates the swaying of her hips.
Damn.
I adjust my dick that’s straining against my jeans. Unlocking the door seems like a complicated task as the blood that should be rushing to my fingers is busy rushing towards my cock. Once inside, Maxx climbs over and straddles herself on my lap, her back wedged hard against the steering wheel. She immediately places her lips back on mine forcing my head to hit the headrest, and I get lost in the presence of her remarkable tongue.
Fuck. It’s like there’s some sort of drug on it that mine’s addicted to. The harder I try to fight it the more turned on I get it.
My hands slide under her jean skirt and cup her ass. Her lips stumble off mine for just a brief moment to let out a beautiful sigh. Determined to hear it again, I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and get the same result, another long sigh. Maxx lowers her lips back onto mine while her hands slide under my shirt, clawing at my chest as our kiss deepens. The way our tongues just roll around is the craziest thing. I’m used to a few hot kisses and then down to business. All this pre game bullshit I usually skip, but with Maxx…I could never skip it.
Fuck. I could come from this shit alone.
Suddenly her hands start fumbling with my belt and I realize exactly where this is headed. And I want it there. I want Maxx on top of me, calling out my name, coming on my cock. My cock twitches hard at the thought, clearly in favor of that.
Not here. Not now.
Pulling away I rest my forehead against hers, eyes shut, panting.
Fuck me I am actually panting. Like I’m some sort of a mangy mutt. Oh don’t start with the dog jokes.
Baffled Maxx whispers, “What’s wrong? Am I too heavy?”
“God no.” I shoot my face up, fingers stroking the side of her bare legs. “It’s just…”
“No condom?”
“I always have a condom.”
“Not enough space?”
“Maxx—”
“Because we could always climb in the backseat.”
I place my hand on her cheek to grab her attention. “Maximus.”
I drop my hand, and with a long inhale she asks, “Yeah?”
My eyes watch as hers dance around mine, the brown swirling in a hopeful fashion. She wants this as badly as I do.
Fuck me, if that doesn’t make what I’m about to say that much harder. I don’t want a medal for this shit either. I want a trophy.
“Not here Maxx.”
“Backseat then?”
“No. Not here Maxx,” I reemphasize so she gets that I mean not in my car. Not today.
Her shoulders slump and she adjusts herself on top of my dick, the warmth indicating she’s most likely dripping wet.
Nevermind. I want a goddamn Super Bowl Ring for this shit. Do they make championship rings for cock blocks?
I push a strand of hair behind her ear, anxious to wipe away that look of disappointment on her face.
I’m not rejecting her. No fucking way. She’s gotta understand where I’m coming from though. You understand right?
“As much as I wanna take you, right here…right now…you deserve better than that Maxx. A lot better.”
Sweetly she nods and carefully, praise Jesus very carefully, slips back over to her side of the car. After several deep breaths, willing my cock to release the blood to the other parts of my body, I stick the key in the ignition and we start our journey back home in silence.
Let this be the reason I don’t fucking date. It’s fucking complicated. It’s not my fault that not only do I think she deserves better than fucking car sex, but she deserves better than sex with me. No matter how much I wanna take her, she still deserves better. Better than some fuck up like me. Than some guy who’s never ended a date without sex before. Wow. If that doesn’t just add to the fucked up way I feel.
My eyes glance over at Maxx who is leaning on the door so that her back is to me and her attention is drifting outside the window.
Yup. From now on I should just stick to fucking. I knew better than to go here with her. Lesson learned.
Chapter 17
Maxx
I’ve spent the last three days avoiding Logan. The embarrassment I suffered in the car was enough to make me regret not only the turn our relationship has taken, but the fact I even considered I was on the same level as him. I was ready to strip off my clothes, in public might I add, to have sex with him and what does he do? Rejects me. Politely, to make it worse. The look on his face was obvious regret. Just the thought of that look causes me to groan.
You saw it. It was awful.
I shift in Luke’s arms. The recliner slightly creaks.
“God, I hate these romantic comedies,” I gripe tucking my feet beside me, curling further against him. “Real life blows and movies never show that.”
“That’s because Happy Endings are profitable. People can get misery for free.” Luke’s response gets a sigh from me.
I knew I should’ve gone into work today. After three days of spending more hours working than normal, I needed a break from the computer screen. To my luck Luke was off today and is home to watch movies with, and Logan is MIA. Thank God.
“Wanna talk about your free misery?”
I grunt and shake my head.
“Come on Maxx. Logan took you out on a date and the most we’ve been able to get out of you is that everything was fine. I’ve waited patiently for three days. Times up. Spill.”
By the way, I want it on record, trying to avoid the Hart siblings when they wanna gossip is like trying to avoid watching the voting on election day. They are everywhere you turn. Every chance they get.
“Nothing special. We grabbed a slice of pizza and…” My voice trails off as I remember Logan’s arms wrapped around me as I sat in his lap watching the embodiment of how he views his life dance around in front of us.
Those lightening bugs were close yet so far. Hell, they could be the embodiment of our relationship too.
“Then we just hung out.”
“Maxx…”
“Can we just watch the movie?” I sigh becoming flustered.
“Maxx…”
“Please—”
“Maxx.”
“I threw myself at him okay!” I snap louder than I expected. Luke’s eyes stay on me. He’s not scared off by my reaction like I had hoped. “We were talking and he kissed me and I led us back to the car and threw myself at him. I mean I literally climbed in his lap and started undoing his pants! For God’s sake the only thing I didn’t do was actually ask him to bang me because I thought my actions were pretty fucking clear.”
After several long moments, all fi
lled with my annoyed deep breathing, Luke says, “That was just so much detail, I don’t know how I’ll ever sleep again at night.”
Looking up I see the playful smile on his face, roll my eyes, and elbow him in the side. “Oh shut up.”
“What exactly did he say?”
“That I deserved better than that.”
“Than car sex?”
“I guess.” I shrug but shake my head. “But I don’t think that’s what he meant. I think he meant I deserve better than sex with him…”
“You know, I don’t get it Maxx. I really don’t. What the hell happened in his life to make him so convinced the only way to live is to be cut off from everything in the world? Only really living outside of his shell for a hiccup of time?”
My body tenses. The information alone hurts just to think about. “You know about his parents right?”
“Not really. Just that his dad died in car crash. He doesn’t talk about any of that stuff much. Never has.”
I fight the urge to scoff the sentence off. “Logan’s father was a raging alcoholic who could barely hold down a steady job. He constantly beat Logan’s mother, before she got pregnant, while she was pregnant, hell it was a pure miracle that Logan was even born. He was born early and, given what the hell he had gone through in the womb, it wasn’t surprising. His dad would go through phases where he would promise never to drink again and swear to be good to him but then something would happen and boom, he was right back to shattering noses and bruising ribs. Around the age of six Logan learned to hide in the house and then when his father caught on he started running off, running until he would pass out. He hated leaving his mother to take the beatings, but she told him it was better for her to take it than for him. Anyway, one night, when Logan was sixteen, he snuck back home only to find his mother in the kitchen with a pool of blood around her head. She was dead. And before he could call 911 the police were at his door to tell him that his father had just been found wrapped around a telephone pole about a block away.”