by Jordan Marie
“Tess, go to our room and wait for me!” Max orders, and yeah there’s no doubting he’s pissed at me big time now. I figure it was worth it.
He turns me loose, and I want to spit on the bitch, but I resist, barely.
“Fine, I guess I should be glad her skanky snatch didn’t swallow my foot,” I huff. That’s when I hear the laughter. I look over my shoulder and Marcum and Cherry are there and they’re laughing, same with Topper and Babs. The only one that isn’t laughing is Jinxy. She does give me a tight smile though, and I try to return it.
“Now, Tess.”
“Yes, Max,” I say, figuring I’ve caused enough trouble for one night and more than a little embarrassed that we’ve attracted so much attention.
“And Tess?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you clothes are off, and you’re bent over the bed waiting for me.”
I gasp and nearly swallow my tongue. When I look up at him, I can tell he’s not joking. A quiver of nervous excitement curls in my stomach. I don’t respond but walk on to the room.
18
Max
I watch Tess walk away with a warring sense of pride and shock. I knew she had more fire than any woman I had ever known, but what I just saw here was something else entirely. The woman was jealous, fucking hilariously jealous. She was so panicked over staying in the Vipers compound, and she has no idea how well she fits in with them. Hell, she could rule over the old ladies easily after the stunt she just pulled. She even has Cherry’s respect now; I can see it in the other woman’s eyes.
“It seems your muffler bunnies have forgotten their place, Marcum.”
“Yeah, I see that. What do you want me to do with her?”
“I’d have her wash clothes and wait on Jinxy and the other women hand and foot,” Tess calls out from down in the hall.
“Tess!”
“I’m going, Mad Max, I’m going. I’m just saying…”
“Too damn much…” I grumble while the other women are agreeing with Tess and giving Marcum a headache. I think it’s time I said my goodnights. “I’ll talk with you boys tomorrow.”
“That sure is a saucy little piece you’ve got there, Dawg,” Topper says.
“I’ve noticed,” I answer, not turning around. I’m not sure I want them to see how big I’m smiling.
“Going to take a lot to tame that one,” Marcum agrees. “You’re a lucky man, Maxwell,” Marcum adds, and again I don’t argue. For once, at least in this minute, I feel lucky—maybe even the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.
When I make it to the room, Tess is sitting on the bed, still fully clothed. That’s damn disappointing.
“Before you start bitching, she’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” she grumbles.
“Why do you still have your clothes on?”
“I mean the nerve of her and what kind of woman would just sleep with...What did you say?”
“I said, why do you still have your clothes on?”
“I well…uh…”
“I gave you an order, Kitten. Now explain why you ignored it.”
“You weren’t serious though, that was just for show out there in front of everyone, right?”
“I never put on a show for anyone, Tess. I gave you a direct order.”
“But…Max.”
“Strip.”
“No.”
“Are you defying me?”
“I thought you were taking me back home?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“So you’re just going to sleep with me, and then get rid of me? That’s classy, Max. Real classy.”
“No, first I’m going to smack your ass, then I’m going to fuck you raw, and then when you’re able to walk again, we’ll talk about when you want to go home.”
“When I want?”
“Marcum is going to put us up in a safe house the club owns, for a few days. While I figure out my next moves. It’s entirely your decision, Kitten, but I’d like you to stay with me a little longer.”
“Max…”
“I don’t want to give you up yet, Tess. I don’t want you to go. Though, after what’s happened the last couple of days if you feel it’s best for you to go home, Marcum and the boys will see to that too. I know I can’t offer you much, but, for however long we can, I want more time with you.” That’s it. That’s as honest as I can be with her. I’ve laid it out, and the next move is entirely in her hands. I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous before in my life, but I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m feeling right now. She leaves the bed and comes to stand in front of me. There’s something in her eyes that I can’t read.
“What happened to my caveman?”
“He’s giving you one chance to leave.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’m bending you over this bed and fucking you so hard that you taste me in the back of that pretty little throat of yours.”
She takes a couple of steps away from me, and I’m preparing myself for letting her go. When she pulls the sweater up over her head, I start breathing easier.
“This is crazy,” she says throwing the sweater down on the ground. “We’ve only known each other a couple of days,” she continues, undoing her bra. Her small, perky breasts are pebbled so hard; they look physically painful. I love her tits. The perfect size to tease, or suck. Hell, I could almost suck them in my mouth entirely. Her nipples are pink, round and close to the size of a dime. They make my mouth water. Hell, everything about Tess makes my mouth water.
“For however long we have to steal from fate, Kitten, we don’t worry about that shit. Because I can promise you, it feels as if you’ve always been a part of me.”
Her hands stall on her pants after she unlatches the button and zipper. Her eyes find mine, and there are tears swimming in their depths. “I felt that way, Max, from just reading your file.”
My stomach rolls and I wish yet again, I had made different choices. Then again if I hadn’t, I might never have met Tess. Fate is a fucking bitch.
“You’re taking too long,” I have to clear my throat to just get the words out.
“I have a problem,” she says and before I can respond carries on, “Your Uncle’s boots are seriously ruining the sexy striptease I wanted to do here.”
She huffs out the last part and sits down on the bed. I’m as surprised as she is when the laughter escapes me. I lower down on my knees in front of her. “Yeah well, they might not be sexy, but they came in handy when dealing with Jenna.”
“Do not mention her name in here if you want to get lucky, Max.”
I fake a heavy sigh as I finish taking her boots and socks off. My fingers brush over her ankles before taking one foot and using my thumbs to massage the balls of her feet. “I’ve been slacking,” I tell her, picking up her other foot to repeat my actions.
“Slacking?”
Her head goes back, and she moans as I massage her feet. Tess is so innately sexy in her excitement that she steals my breath at times.
“In your training.” I put her foot down and then stand, waiting.
“You’re training me? For what?” She asks, as she gets up from the bed and comes to me, licking her lips—tempting without even knowing it.
“Me,” I answer as our lips clash, and my hands wrap around the side of her neck, bringing her to me. It feels as if I haven’t tasted her in months. I have no way to explain what Tess does to me. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like she had always been a part of me.
Her hands push under my shirt, her touch feels like she injects electricity into my body. Her nails drag up my stomach marking a path as clear as the way she has marked my soul. I feel everything. My tongue duels with hers and owns her mouth. Her pulse jumps under my hand on her neck, and I flex my thumb back and forth over it. When her nails slide to my back, and they dig in tightly, pulling me closer to her, I know I need to move away. She digs those claws into me, and that small sting of pain makes my balls grow h
eavy and ache, with the need to release. I’ve fucked a lot. It used to feel the day was a failure if I didn’t have a woman to sink into before I crashed. Tess is different. She’s like finding a part of myself.
We break apart and drag oxygen back into our lungs. Tess is breathing so heavily her body quakes with the exertion. I’m not far behind her. I look into those emerald eyes that own me and the need reflecting back nearly unmans me.
“Pants…” my voice is so gruff I breathe and try again. “Take your pants off, Kitten.”
She drags air into her lungs, pushing her pants and then the thin lace panties she has on, to the floor. She’s naked in front of me, and my cock is demanding attention. Damn thing is so hard and ready; it’s physically painful. She’s naked, her face flushed with excitement, her hair falling softly around her face kissing her shoulders. Her breasts are moving with her breathing; the hard, pebbled nipples are straining, needing attention. Her pussy is bare and already glistening from her excitement. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You’re sure about this, Kitten?”
“Yes.”
It’s one word, but one word that seals our lives and joins us together. There’s no turning back now; maybe there wasn’t from the beginning.
“Undress me.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and then a soft smile spreads her lips. She starts with my shirt, easing her hands under it and slowly pulling the ends over me. I bend down to help her get it off, and when it joins her clothes on the ground, she begins to kiss my stomach, creating a line of fire wherever her lips have touched. When her lips touch my chest and her tongue teases my nipple, wrapping it and pulling it into her mouth, I groan. My hands tangle in her hair, and I apply pressure, demanding, not asking, that she go down. I need her to kiss lower; I need more than she’s giving with this slow, delicious torture.
She looks up at my face, her eyes glued to mine and lowers slowly, accepting my command. Each delightfully wicked inch she goes her tongue drags back down, searing me. When she hits her knees, her hands undo my belt and pants, and I exhale my relief when she slides my pants down and gives my cock room, from the bite of the zipper. My cock bounces free, stiff, hard and ready for action. When her hand wraps around the base, I nearly come right there. When her tongue flattens and bathes my shaft and then she licks the head, spreading the moisture there and adding some of her own, my knees nearly buckle.
“I’ve missed having you in my mouth, Max,” she whispers before taking my cock directly to the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck…”
Her mouth creates a tight, hot, wet cavern that I’m dying to fuck. My hand is wrapped in her hair and on her third stroke down swallowing down every inch of me and my cock hitting the back of her throat; it takes everything I have not to use the hold I have on her hair and fuck her mouth fast and hard. Instead, I find myself pulling her off of me. She whimpers and finally lets go of me with a soft, wet, popping noise.
“Not yet. You still have to finish undressing me, Kitten.”
Her wicked smile is my answer.
19
Tess
I want to argue and complain when he calls a halt to my fun. The need in his eyes stops me. There’s something elemental in the way I react to Max. I’ve had very limited experience but being with him far surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I squeeze his cock in my hand tightly, before letting go. Max sits down on the bed. I’ve never dated a man who goes commando before. Right now that seems like a shame because Max does it so damned well. Once he’s settled, I unlace his hunting boots that he’s been wearing since visiting his Uncle’s cabin. I get them untied and loosened up, and he slips them off. I set the shoes to the side, and once I’m done, make sure his socks are tucked inside of them. His hand is cupping the side of my neck. When he holds me that’s the first spot he reaches for. I love the feel of his strong hand there, almost controlling my next move—firm and unyielding, but somehow soft and loving at the same time.
He guides me up with his hold now, and I go back to my knees; bracing my hands on his legs. His skin is so hot and warm; his musky scent surrounds me. I think I could love him if I let myself. I could love this man even knowing about his past, even knowing what is before him—maybe even because of it. I could love him.
He spreads his legs out to allow me rest between them. His hard cock is rubbing against my breasts, and the warm feel of heated skin and the sticky wetness that is dripping off him might just be the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. He drinks from my lips. There’s no other way to put it. His lips pull at my bottom one, dragging it into his mouth, once and release, twice and release, and then on the third time his tongue takes over in my mouth, enslaving me and I willingly let him. When we break apart, he keeps me right there and gently presses his forehead against mine.
“I was going to punish you for the stunts you pulled out there, but you win, Kitten.”
I’m lost in the spell he’s woven around me, and my body quakes at the thought of receiving his punishment. I want it. If I don’t get punished, how is that winning?
“Because you get my cock,” he growls and it barely registers that I asked that final question out loud.
“Max…”
“Come up here and climb on my face, Kitten. Do it,” he orders briskly, lying back on the bed at the same time, leaving his legs hanging off the end of the bed. The old me would have been shy, but it feels like I’ve been with Max so long that there’s nothing to feel embarrassed about with him. When I get up there, he directs me, so I’m straddling his face. I stretch out over him and hold his cock in my hand, stroking it firmly. I watch as a pearl colored drop of liquid covers the head and can’t resist picking it up with my tongue. At that exact moment, Max slips his tongue inside of my depths. I whimper as he uses his tongue to fuck me. He gathers my cream and slides it to my clit in small circles over and over, before sucking it completely in his mouth.
My hips grind down on his face as I suck his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I’m not going to last long, and I want to take him with me. His strong hands bite into thighs, pulling me hard against his mouth and I ride. Take everything he’s giving me and demanding even more. I release his cock and run my tongue over his hard balls, stroking him with my hand at the same time.
“No, Kitten,” he growls, sliding me off his face and making it impossible for me to keep sucking on him. I hold on with my hand, not wanting to give up my prize but eventually he pries my hand away and moves it above my head while positioning himself at my opening. This is it. I finally get Max inside of me. He reaches over to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom, and I frown. I want Max without anything between us. I don’t tell him that, but Max must see it on my face. “I can’t risk you getting pregnant, Tess. That’s something we can never risk with what’s going on with me.”
He has the condom on and he’s leaning over me his face so close to mine and regret is in his eyes. I touch his lips gently to hush him.
“We have right now,” I whisper, my other hand going down to position him. Max pushes into me while he sucks my fingers in his mouth. My heels dig into the mattress, and I spread myself as much as I can so he can sink as far as he can inside of me. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he looks directly into my eyes, not moving a muscle. His cock stretches me, filling me completely.
“Tess…”
His eyes are dark and so deep; our breathing is ragged, and he begins moving inside of me then. I squeeze his cock hard inside of me; so fucking hard, wishing I could keep him with me forever. My hips lift up off the mattress to try and chase him before he pushes back home again. It’s slow, hot and sultry and better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. It feels like we’re becoming a part of each other. I wrap one leg up high around his back, and he slips even further inside of me and it takes my breath away. My body curves at the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving me.
“Max,” I cry as I
feel my inner muscles flutter around his hard, molten cock. I don’t want it to end yet, but it’s coming, and I can’t hold it back.
“Tess…” he says again, my name comes out as a hiss from his lips, and I fall over the edge. My climax hits. It steals my breath, and his thrusts increase in speed while one hand keeps locked on my throat, and the other is digging into my ass, using the hold so that each thrust hits that perfect spot.
“Tess…” he repeats, and I fall again, but this time it is a different kind of fall. I love him.
The knowledge scares me. It utterly terrifies me. I love Maxwell Kincaid. I think most of me did before I even met him, and I don’t know what that means and I don’t have time to process it now. I see the beauty of his on climax move over his face. I shift and lift my other leg, so they both wrap around him tightly.
He sinks even farther with the change. His fingers find my center, teasing my clit while he keeps pounding into me. Our eyes never lose contact. I do my best to hold off my second orgasm, just so I can watch his, but I can’t. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers prove to be too much.
“Let me have it, Kitten. Give it all to me,” he groans, and I can feel the warmth of his climax even through the latex.
“Max!” I cry out because this climax isn’t slow and steady. This orgasm is huge, earth-shattering. I’m almost afraid of the force of it, but Max is with me. I’m safe with Max. Somehow, I know I always will be.
20
Max
“Tess! Where are you?” I call out for the fifth or sixth time. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I’ve been looking right through the house for her and can’t find her anywhere. Tess and I are living in a safe house, which is a cottage on a private beach owned by the Vipers. Marcum set us up here, and we’ve been here for two weeks. I know we’re living on borrowed time, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life. Not until this time with Tess. Marcum and the boys have set me up with fake info and are pushing to relocate me across the border. I keep putting them off. Marcum thinks it’s because of Tess and he’s right. The thought of leaving her, guts me. I thought time would help work her from my system, but the opposite is true. I’m more invested now than ever. I need to show her the papers that Marcum has fixed for her. It may not be fair to ask her to leave everything behind to move with me, but I can’t let her go. It will be freer there for sure. We won’t have to hide in the house. We could live a semi-normal life. We’d still be looking over our shoulder, but this way we could be together. “Tess!” I growl; going past worry to panic now.