Raging Heart On: Friends to Lovers Romance (Lucas Brothers Book 2)

by Jordan Marie

  “You’re mine, Tess. Mine.” I growl as I empty myself inside of her, claiming her in the most basic of ways. When it’s finished. I don’t withdraw. We stay locked like that, the rain still coming down, my dick still deep inside of her, semi-hard, my cum filling her full, and our breathing as loud and as ragged as the thunder above us.

  It’s only then I realize that I fucked her bare. It’s only then that it hits me that I didn’t even think to put a condom on. Fuck!

  What the hell did I just do?

  22

  Tess

  I’m the whore of Babylon.

  I just let Max fuck me, like an animal, in the middle of a rainstorm out in the wide open, and I loved every minute of it. Hell, I can barely catch my breath, I have his cum running down my legs, and I already want it again. I let a tiny mew of disagreement leave my lips as he slips out of me. I don’t know if he hears me. He pets my back though, his hand sliding down it, so familiar now. He does it so often after we make love. It feels as if he praises me, and I wait for that. It’s as if that is his sign to me that he’s right here with me. That he feels this too. I nearly fall when he moves. Max is right there though. His arms go around me, holding me easily as if I am a rag doll, and that’s exactly, what I feel like right now. He stands up with me. The rain has practically glued his pants in place, and I bet the image would be funny if I cared to look. Instead I curl into his side, letting my head fall against his chest, wrapping my fingers into the wet material of his shirt. He takes us inside; my eyes are closed, but I hear the click of the lock. I’m too tired to figure out how he locked the door with his hands full of me.

  He walks me straight through the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. He sits me on the commode; the cold porcelain chills my skin. He turns on the water in the shower and undresses. I watch, but honestly I’m so tired it’s all I can do to remain upright. Warm, delicious steam starts filling the room, and once he’s undressed, he takes us to the shower. The hot water slowly brings my body back to life. Max is completely in charge, and I’m woman enough to acknowledge that’s how we both like it. He positions me in the shower tilting my head back, letting the warm water sluice over me and slowly bringing me back to life. The smell of strawberries bursts into the small space as he begins washing my hair. I hum in approval. He bathes me completely, and I’m not ashamed to admit that when he washes between my legs and teases the delicate folds there; I hold onto him as he brings me to a soft, slow orgasm.

  “So beautiful, Kitten,” he murmurs against my ear, as his fingers massage my clit over and over, with such unerring accuracy and tenderness that I can’t help but cry out his name and let my hands clench into the hard muscle of his biceps. “Mine,” he growls, and he’s right. I’ve been his from the moment I read his story and saw his picture. It doesn’t make sense, and I’m tired of trying to make it. I may only get weeks with him, but maybe I’ll have more. Whatever I have, I will savor it. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

  “Yours,” I agree, my forehead resting on his chest.

  “You’re going with me?” He asks, and I think I hear a small thread of surprise in his voice.

  “I’m going with you,” I confirm, my heart speeding up in fear. I’m going with him. I can’t not go. Max is what I have been missing my whole life. He brings that feeling of belonging with him that I had never had and always wanted. Maybe soulmates are real? I mean, who really knows. Maybe in the whole world, there is only one person you are meant to be with and when you meet them or even see a picture of them you know it instantly. If that’s true, then I don’t need to defend my actions or explain them. It doesn’t matter to anyone but Max and me. So, fuck yeah. I’m going with him. I could almost smile at how freeing that becomes.

  Max grabs my neck and pulls my face up so he can see me. I don’t bother to hide the small smile on my face. I’m happy. For now, I am happy. I don’t know how long it will last, but hell I could die tomorrow walking out on the street. I’m going to take this time with Max, and...Be happy.

  “I’ll call Marcum tomorrow and set things in motion,” he says, his hand clenching and unclenching against the side of my neck.

  “Okay, Max.”

  “My Tess…” he says, and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen a light in his dark eyes. I put that light there. I put a light in his eyes. Me.

  “Always,” I tell him. He growls and takes my mouth hard and when his tongue finishes plundering me, and we break apart; I see yet another side to the tarnished night in my deliciously wicked fairy tale.

  He grins, not a big grin; it’s a cocky, whiplash kind of grin that instantly makes my pulse jump and my knees weak. He puts the soap in my hands and leans back on the shower wall. “Wash me,” he orders. My lips spread into a smile. I like this Max. This all-conquering male, in charge and… my heart stalls. Happy? That’s it. He seems, happy. I’ve seen so many sides to Max, but I don’t think I’ve taken the time to realize that I’ve never seen him happy. My heart flutters and flops and starts beating hard in my chest, because that realization feels big.

  So I wash my man. It doesn’t matter what he says. He’s mine as much as I am his. He doesn’t have to acknowledge it for me to know it. I take my time, savoring every line, every scar, every beautiful inch of Max, and I commit it to memory. However long I have, I will hold on to every second of every minute of every fucking hour.

  I might have taken extra time gliding the small green bar of soap along the stomach, down his thighs, around his balls and to that hard, jutting, hot cock that stands out so proud from his body; demanding attention. Attention that I wanted to give him. I don’t get the chance to act on my own thoughts though, because Mad Max, the conqueror, takes over. He pushes me down on my knees. His hands, twisting in my hair again. I firmly grasp his cock in my hand, stroking him up and down one slow turn, watching Max’s reaction.

  “Suck me, Kitten.”

  The nickname he gives me increases my pleasure. Does he know? Could he possibly know how much I’d like him giving me a pet name? How it makes me wet, hearing him call me kitten, in that gravelly voice of his, full of need. I give into his demand and take him into my mouth, letting my tongue bathe him, taste and tease him as I open wider and take him to the back of my throat. My other hand is still holding the soap. I use it to slide firmly down the sides of his legs and the underside of his balls. His moan of approval is all I need to know he loves what I’m doing. I increase the pressure of my lips, sucking him harder, hungry for the taste of him I know is coming. I slide the soap farther back, pushing against the base of his ass, letting the bar divide his cheeks and give him a little something extra. His grip in my hair increases to hard pull, but I don’t stop. His large hand comes to the other side of my face and then he uses this to make sure he has control and he fucks my mouth. His dick, widening my mouth until it’s all I can do to swallow. Tears sting my eyes as he stretches my throat, and still I give him more, giving him what he needs, tightening my throat against his cock and swallowing him. The soap falls to the tub, the clang barely heard over the pounding of my heart and Max’s ragged breathing. My fingers tighten into his ass cheeks as I brace myself while he fucks my mouth harder and harder. His balls are tight, pushing repeatedly against my chin, and I know he’s close. He’s going to give it to me, and I’m anticipating it. Until, he pulls out of my mouth. I cry out in disappointment. I worked for it. I deserve the taste of him, the feel of him sliding down inside. I don’t have time to complain, however. I can only watch, hypnotized as he jerks his cock hard. His big hand, moving up and down the head of his cock, covered in pearl liquid, barely seen, and then disappearing as he strokes himself and then…he explodes. Streams of cum shoot out landing on my face, my breasts, painting me, in him. Scalding me, marking me in a way that I know is permanent and when he cries out my name and those beautiful dark eyes close in pleasure. I welcome it.

  23

  Tess

  “Marcum looks awfully happy today,” I tell Cherry, smiling
as I watch the big, burly guy throwing one of his twins up in the air then catching her. The little girl cackles and hollers “Daddy” every single time. It’s a game that’s been going on for the last thirty minutes and shows no sign of ending.

  “He always is when he has time with his babies.”

  Conversation stops when Jenna comes out of the main building. She’s walking with two other girls, and clearly these are not, old ladies. She looks over at me and flips me off. I think about going after her, but Max picks that time to come over and wrap his arms around me, pulling me back against him, as he straddles the picnic bench behind me.

  “Hey, Kitten.”

  I can’t stop the self-satisfied smile that spread when Jenna huffs and curls her nose at us, before flouncing back the way she came. Inside I’m cheering. Suck it, bitch.

  “Where you been? I ask, tilting my head back to look at him.

  “Finalizing some things with Marcum. Two weeks, Kitten. Just two more weeks.”

  My stomach flutters at the thought. We’ve already been in hiding for over a month. The Vipers connections with the law and the fact they own the town have helped, but is six weeks too long to be staying in one place? Are we tempting fate?

  “Tess,” Max’s voice growls in my ear. It’s only then I notice my body has tensed up. He can read me like a book, and he knows what I’m thinking.

  “It’s good, Max. If you’re sure, I trust you,” I answer, trying to reassure him and myself. I just can’t help feeling like there’s this shoe above my head, and it’s getting ready to drop. I haven’t really had the best track record with life.

  “Excuse us, ladies,” Max announces to all the other women sitting around the table. Then, before I can object or complain, he grabs my hand and leads me back into the main compound. The heavy metal door slams behind me, and I’m temporarily blinded, because the hall we’re in has no windows, and my eyes take a moment to focus and adjust. Max is literally dragging me down the hall. I think he’s going to take me to the room we stayed in weeks ago, but no, he turns the corner and shoves us in the dark recessed area beside a restroom. My breath locks in my chest when he raises my hands above my head, imprisoning them in one of his. His other hand goes again around my neck, and he tilts my head back to look directly at him—demanding my attention. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “What? Max…”

  “Tess, do not lie to me! No one is twisting your arm to make you do this. You said it was what you wanted. You agreed to it.”

  “You’re being an ass again, Max. I’m fine; I’m just worried we’re tempting fate staying here too long. You asked me to go with you, and I’m going,” I huff.

  “We’ll be fine. Marcum and the boys have the place locked down. You just remember to do what I told you and don’t contact anyone from your old life. That would do more harm than anything. They need to believe you are still being held hostage and that we are long gone.”

  “I haven’t. I told you I wouldn’t. Jesus, you’re strung tight today,” I grumble, pushing my arms against his hold. It’s useless; he’s not letting go. Like everything with Max, it will happen when he wants it too.

  “That’s because I bought you something today, and I can’t wait to get you home,” he growls, bending down and biting on the right side of my neck. The sting of pain is quickly followed by the sweet kiss he leaves, his tongue teasing the skin. I can’t stop the way my hips rotate towards him. Max has turned me wanton. A woman who craves his constant touch and attention. It’s been constant sex since that day on the beach. I’m not complaining, I’ve come to love the way my body aches from being well used and satisfied. Still, it makes me wonder if he thinks our time is limited too. Is he trying to store all the memories he can, up like I am? Is it even that important to him? Am I? Or am I just…available? Or hell, even gullible. I’m so out of my depth most of the time with him. “Aren’t you going to ask what it is?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts—thankfully.

  “What did you get me?” I ask, tilting my head to give him even more access to my neck. His tongue runs slowly up to my ear and then swirls along the shell. He bites into my lobe, and when he hears my moan, I can almost feel his lips spread into a smile.

  “A little something to get you ready,” he says cryptically.

  “Get me ready?” I gasp when his hand reaches under my shirt, and he palms my bare breast, kneading it his strong hand—the callused skin teasing my straining nipples.

  “Yeah, Kitten, I’m going to fuck that ass of yours soon. I want to make sure you’re ready for me when I do.”

  His husky answer sends shivers of awareness down my spine, and the moisture between my legs should be shameful, but it’s not. My reaction to Max is beautiful, beyond anything I ever experienced before and ever dreamed I could.

  “Max either fuck me or quit torturing me,” I cry, squirming now has he has my nipple captured between his thumb and forefinger, tormenting it and making my knees go weak.

  “Does my little Kitten need to be fucked?”

  “Are you going to talk about it or just give it to me?” I growl when I fail, yet again, to get my hands away from his hold.

  “I can’t give you my dick, baby. I’m out of raincoats, and we can’t let that happen again.”

  “They’re condoms, Max, and I hate them,” I try to sound hateful, because I do indeed hate them, but his hand, picks that moment to slide down my stomach, pushing my skirt and panties low on my hip, so his hand has free reign to my pussy.

  “Fuck! You’re soaked,” he growls, as his fingers dip inside of me, moving, through the cream he encounters, and raking the sensitive skin in one delicious, smooth glide. He thrusts his fingers inside while the palm of his hand rubs against my clit.

  “Max, hurry….anyone could come in,” I whisper, riding his hand and getting more and more desperate to come.

  “Let them. I don’t care if they all see me fuck my woman. Because you are, aren’t you, Tess? You belong to me. Don’t you?”

  “Oh, God, Max, don’t stop. Please…Oh fuck…please…”

  “Please what? Say it, Kitten. Say it.”

  “Play with my clit. Make me come, Max. Oh God, make me come.”

  “There’s my good girl,” he purrs, manipulating my clit like only he can. He’s right. I belong to him. I’m his. “When I get you home, where I have the supplies, I’ll give you my dick. I’ll bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”

  “Max…” I call out, oblivious to where we are now, needing only for Max to keep working his magic.

  “Then, after you come all over my cock, I’m going to tie you to the bed and torture you for hours with all the pretty toys I bought you today. Hours, Tess. Hours, doing nothing but making you come over and over.”

  “Oh, Jesus…” I cry, picturing him doing just that and the image is enough to send me to the edge. “Max! I’m going to come!”

  “Not until I tell you, Tess,” he says, the beard he’s been growing tickling the inside of my neck as he continues his biting. I’ll have bruises there when we’re done. He loves marking me. Hell, I love it too.

  “Damn it, Max, please. Oh god, honey, I need to come.”

  “Give me your mouth, Kitten.”

  I turn my face, blindly searching, my body moving fast and hard against his hand and squeezing the hell out of it—riding it with all I have. Our noses brush, our teeth bump and then his tongue is pushing in my mouth, claiming it, owning it and swallowing my cries as I come so hard my legs want to collapse. The pressure of Max’s hand on my wrist, pinning me, is the only reason I’m still standing. As he slowly leaves go, I give him the weight of my body, my nails biting into his arms, afraid he’ll let go before I can stand.

  His fingers casually leave me, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. “Tess,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and gravelly. I open my eyes to look at him. His fingers are soaked with my wet, glossy, cream. He runs his tongue over them pla
yfully, before sucking them in his mouth. I feel my center clench, and I swear I come again just watching him. “My woman tastes good.”

  “Jesus,” I gasp, and it’s the only word I have the air to utter.

  He finally pulls my clothes back up, with a cocky look. “I think all you should wear from now on are those stretchy skirts. That way I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Much easier access.”

  Jesus. I may never wear jeans again.

  * * *

  Jenna

  I watch as the little know-it-all-bitch twists her ass and walks away with Max. My Max. I had him right where I wanted him before that bitch of an ex of his went and ruined shit. Now he comes crawling back here, asking the boys for help, dragging along some bony-ass broad and ignoring me. That’s not going to work. He thinks he can whisk her away to Aruba, where she can have the life I should have had? Oh fuck, no. That shit isn’t going to happen. Max is loaded, and that should be mine. If I can’t get money from him, then I’ll make sure she doesn’t either. Shit, he’s an escaped criminal on the run, right? Has to be a fucking reward in that somewhere. Just watch how fast that bitch leaves him twisting in the wind if her high and mighty friends on the outside know she’s not a hostage, but sucking a felon’s cock and begging for more.

  I’ll teach her to mess with me. I’ll get her and Max both.

  24

  Max

  Tess is like a sweet addiction. One taste and you just can’t stop until you get another one. And another. She’s over at the picnic tables eating with the Vipers’ old ladies and helping Marcum’s kids eat. She’s laughing and so breathtakingly beautiful. I almost feel guilty for touching her, not enough to stop though.

  “She fits in well, boy,” I look up as Marcum sits down beside me. I’m on the steps of the old garage across from the yard. I scoot over a bit, to make room for the old bastard.