by Mia Carson
With her eyes still on his, he tugged the bra free of her arms and tossed it aside before leaning her back over his arm and ravishing her breasts. She pressed him closer as she whispered his name. Max licked and kissed, reached for a nipple, and pulled it into his mouth. He nipped and tugged while she pushed herself closer to his body. Max was used to the feelings of lust pouring through him, but the irrational instinct rising to protect this woman and keep her in his life was new. The moment he kissed her, he was at risk of losing so much more than a few days alone. He was married to a woman he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with, but that was exactly what he was doing. Each kiss of his lips on her bare skin, each stroke of his hands down her back until he gripped her ass and squeezed it hard, was about more than simple pleasure with her. He wanted more than a night, and if he played this night right, he could very well convince her of the exact same notion.
Max found her mouth again with his, sucking her tongue into his mouth and running his hand through her shorter hair. He would never control what she looked like or what she wore. He would never stop her from chasing her dreams or beat her down for what she wanted to do. How any man could have done so in the first place was beyond him. He was going to love this woman in his arms, love her well enough that she would realize she never needed anyone else in her life.
And at the end of four years, she would still want to be married to the brute whose heart she stole.
Heat wasn’t even close to describing the warmth surrounding her body as Max held her. The first time he’d given her such pleasure in his bed, he’d prevented her from doing the same for him, but not this time. She would see what other pleasures could be shared with a man while in his strong, protective arms. His hands massaged and kneaded the flesh of her rear, and all she could do was hold on tight as his scruff rubbed against the mounds of her breasts.
“Max,” she whispered, “what am I supposed to do here?”
“What do you mean?” he panted against her chest.
“I’ve never done this before, remember? What… what do I do to get you all… you know.”
Max chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest, vibrating through her body. “You, love, don’t have to do a damn thing.” He took her hand and pressed it flat against his groin. She gasped in surprise at the hardness of his considerable length. He let go of her hand, and she rubbed it against his massive member, unable to pull away when he let out an animalistic groan and his hips bucked against her.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“More than okay, love,” he grunted as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Mia pushed her tongue against her lip as she shifted her hand to his belt, quickly undid it, and unbuttoned his pants so she could slip her hand in.
“Fucking hell.” His hands gripped her ass even harder as Mia held him in her hand and slid down the fullness of him, amazed and a little worried about what would fill her soon enough. Would he even fit? She remembered what her mom had always told her about sex, about it hurting, and she stilled.
“Mia? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said and faked a smile, but he hugged her against his hard chest and kissed her. Breathless, she stared deep into his blue eyes and frowned. “I was always told that sex… hurt, and you’re… well…”
“Big?” he supplied with a crooked grin.
“Just a bit,” she said, laughing nervously. “My mom told me the only way to get through it was to lay there and wait until it was over.”
His hands glided up her back, more gentle than she ever thought possible for this man, until they slid gracefully around her front and held her face. “You know the other day? When I made you scream?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her thighs clamping shut as the throbbing need for him grew.
His eyes darted down at the movement and his grin widened with promise. “Times that by ten. That is what sex is supposed to be like if the man cares for you, and I care for you, Mia. I won’t lie, the first time is a bit rough, but afterwards, you’ll be begging me to spread your thighs and penetrate you.” He rubbed his beard scruff against her cheek and licked the lobe of her ear. “You’ll be ready for me—all of me—and when I stretch you, you won’t believe the pleasure I’ll give you.”
Mia believed every word he told her as her hand cupped his package. “Is that right?”
She ran her hand up his length again, her other hand joining the first as she squeezed and teased, but she wanted to see him. She worked his slacks over his hips and let them fall to the floor so he bobbed free in front of her eyes. He was impressive, to say the least, and her panties were soaked instantly at the idea of that within her, driving her further over the edge than the last time he’d touched her.
Licking her lips, she lowered her body to the bed and ran her tongue around his crown. He muttered something, but she missed it. His hands occupied themselves with fondling her breasts as she held him steady and drew him into her mouth—as much as she could—and sucked harder with each pull. In response, he tugged harder on her nipples, and the sharp twang of desire shot to her sex, making her grow even wetter. She worked around his swollen erection, licking and sucking as much of it as she could, wanting to hear him fall apart in her hands, but suddenly, she was yanked away and lay on her back on the bed.
“I wasn’t finished with that,” she argued.
“Too much more, and you would’ve put me out of commission for a while, and that’s not what I want right now.” He shrugged out of his dress shirt and stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. His sculpted muscles told her of the years he’d spent perfecting every inch of his body since there was nothing he could do about his scarred face.
He breathed deeply, and with each rise of his chest, Mia found another angle to admire his body from, or another tribal tattoo that covered his shoulders and sides. The candlelight flickered across his skin, making him appear even taller and broader. Instead of being scared, though, as she used to be in Keith’s shadow, an overwhelming sensation of safety overcame her and a need to share herself with this man who opened up his home and his life to her without any expectation of receiving anything more than a fake wife with fake love.
He pressed his knee against the bed and climbed up to join her. As he reached for her hips, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but he rolled her onto her stomach and traced her spine, his lips following and kissing every vertebra on his way down. Her hands dug into the sheets, wanting to hold him, but his touch was too good to interrupt. His teeth tugged at the edge of her panties, and she shivered as he dragged them over her ass and down her body to free her. Both hands massaged back up her thighs to her ass and spread her legs gently as he raised her a little off the bed. Mia, guided by his touch, closed her eyes and soaked in the sensations coursing over her skin. Max’s hands slipped to the inside of her thighs and one moved against the wet, swollen lips aching for his presence.
She gasped as he palmed her, pressing hard between her legs as he lowered his mouth to her shoulder and neck, kissing and nipping as his free hand found her breast. The second he tugged on her nipple, his fingers spread her folds and thrust inside, stretching and spreading. Her body shuddering, she rubbed herself harder against his hand as he stroked her clit hard, his fingers thrusting in a steady and hard rhythm. Mia’s hands tugged hard on the sheet, her chest heaving as the torrent of ecstasy built within her. Blind with desire, she reached for his hand, and unsure what she was doing, she dragged his finger into her mouth and sucked hard as if it was his cock. His reaction was exactly what she hoped for, and his hand increased its pace, plundering her depths as she sucked and licked his hand, nipping his palm and kissing each finger in turn before she drew it into the wetness of her mouth. His thumb pressed further back against a place she never thought men liked to touch, but it was tentative until he did it again and she lifted her ass higher for him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, love,” he grunted a she cried out, so filled by this man, a
nd they were barely getting started. “I want to taste you. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that sweetness.”
Already on the brink, Mia whimpered when his hand slipped from her mouth and her quivering sheath and was replaced with his mouth. His tongue was hot as he dragged it up the length of her and drove it within. He sucked her lips and her clit mercilessly. There was no more controlling her body. Her hips moved on their own, lifting with each pull of his mouth and stroke of his tongue against the sweet bundle of nerves.
“Max… please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he replied, kissing the soft curves of her ass as his hands massaged her thighs.
She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at him, deadly serious, and said, “I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes darkened. He rose over her body. She glanced down at his tip, craving to suck the drips of pre-cum present on the head. He spread her legs wider, grabbed her hips, and rubbed his full length against her wetness. He was huge and she worried again he wouldn’t fit, but Max would never hurt her. The first time would have some pain, everyone knew that, but once that was over, he would give her pure ecstasy, more than she could ever dream of handling. That was what she believed and waited for. His tip angled upwards, and she gripped the bed, bracing for the pain as he rocked forward gently.
“Relax, love,” he soothed, running a hand down her back then up, calming her.
Mia nodded and took a deep breath, letting it out as he spread her lips and penetrated her. She stretched around him, the sensation foreign and familiar all at once. He drew back out, still running his hand down her back before he pushed in further this time. There was no pain, not yet, and she moved back to meet him on the third thrust, taking him in deeper as he filled her. She wanted all of him and this was taking too long. Ready to embrace the pain when he thrust again, Mia moved back and gasped as his body met her ass and he settled completely within her.
“Damn it, Mia,” he growled, ready to pull out, but she reached around and dug her nails into his thigh. “We were supposed to take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The pain throbbed, but alongside it was such immense satisfaction, it subsided as quickly as it came. “You didn’t,” she assured him and rocked forward before pushing back against him. A grunt fell from his lips and she grinned. “Well?”
He didn’t have to be told twice and drew out slowly before he thrust back home. Mia’s body trembled each time, grabbing whatever she could to hold onto. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets, and she closed her eyes as the pleasure built. Then he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back.
“I want to see your face,” he growled as he spread her legs. As she watched, he filled her body.
Mia’s hands moved to his arms, holding them as he thrust. His massive body covered hers completely. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, flicking it and sucking hard as her head fell back and her back arched off the bed. It was impossible to feel this good, it had to be, but she was ready to come apart at the seams because of this man. Never leaving her, he adjusted them again, lifting her off the bed and holding her up with his arm. The angle shifted and Max swallowed her cries as the orgasm exploded through her body. He thrust harder and faster before his bellow of release joined hers. He tossed his head back and they clung to each other as the orgasm rippled through them. Mia felt it, her inner muscles clenching him, felt him swell to an impossible size inside her as he twitched and shuddered. They fell to the side, but he remained within as if he never wanted to leave.
She never wanted him to. He tucked her against his chest, kissing her forehead and letting his lips move to her cheeks as he pushed her hair from her face. The sweat from their bodies mingled and she waited for him to leave her and hop into the shower, and avoid staying and cuddling with her, but he didn’t move a muscle.
“That was not what I expected,” she whispered.
“Better or worse?” he questioned. He moved his hips back, sliding from her, and they both shivered as another aftershock of pleasure hit them both.
“Definitely better.” Propping her head up on her hand, she traced the tattoos she could see on his shoulders and tried to picture a life without this man in it. She enjoyed their routine: her playing the doting wife for her husband when he came home from work. She’d found a friend in Max and didn’t want to mess that up, but there was more to the two of them than she’d first let herself believe.
“What’re you thinking about so hard?” he asked, his hand resting casually on her hip.
“I wanted to thank you for the present,” she replied. “The journals and books. They’re perfect, really.”
“And the other thing with the present?”
“The brochures? You think I should go back to school?”
“If you want. I’m not going to stop you, and I’m pretty sure you’ll have plenty of funds to do it.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her sweetly. “Don’t let that asshole hold you back anymore, love. You’re your own woman. Do what makes you happy.”
She wasn’t used to having support from a man, and her heart swelled with it. The night was far from over, though, and she wanted so much more of Max before the sun came up. As her hand trailed down his chest to search for him, she whispered against his lips, “So I should do you?”
He laughed. “You won’t find any complaints here.”
“Good, because I’m just getting started.”
10
Before he knew it, Friday arrived. Max sat in an uncomfortable chair at the testing center for the DMV, checking his watch for the tenth time, anxiously awaiting Mia’s return with the instructor. It was bad enough he worried about her passing the test, and worse that she’d used his Challenger to take the test, but he wasn’t going to let her use the shitty cars they had on-hand for teenagers. She was going to drive a vehicle he trusted. He had taken her out yesterday evening one final time, and she’d done well.
When he’d checked into it a week ago, he thought she would have to get a permit first, but he managed to persuade a few people, by giving a generous donation, that if she passed the driving part of the test, she could skip the permit and get her license. There was nothing like using his money to cheat the system. It could’ve been used to do a lot worse than help his wife get her driver’s license.
The real surprise was what awaited her that weekend if she did pass.
His cell went off in his pocket, and he tugged it out, grinning when he saw it was his sister. “Stephanie? Where are you this time?”
“Closer to home than you think,” she said through happy laughter. “Flying into Seattle this weekend. Think you’ll be around? You know Mom won’t let me bunk with them.”
If Stephanie stayed with him, Mia would have to move to his bedroom—not that she hadn’t spent the last two nights in his bed, anyway. “Yeah, I will be, and I’ll make sure Jeremy gives up the guest room. You can finally meet my wife.”
“I guess I can. What’s her name again?”
“Mia, and she’s quite a catch,” Max said without thinking.
“Uh huh. You feeling all right?”
Max huffed. “Perfectly, why?”
“No reason. I’m just curious to meet the woman who dragged my brother out of the crazy life he was living. I’ll be in Saturday morning.”
“Text me when you land if you need a ride,” he told her. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too, at least for a little while. It won’t be for long, though, so don’t get used to it. Gotta go, bro, see you tomorrow!”
She hung up before he could even say bye, and he tucked his cell away, shaking his head. After last night’s romp with Mia, which left them both giddy and exhausted after testing out several new positions and seeing what else she was up for trying, Max searched for an excuse to move her permanently into his bedroom. His sister coming into town would be the perfect reason. He only hoped she would say yes.
The doors to the room opened and a familiar laugh met his e
ars. “Max!” Mia cried and ran through the room, leaping into his waiting arms as he stood in time to catch her. “I passed! I did it!”
His laughter joined hers as he picked her up off her feet and kissed her, not caring who saw. “Told you. So, dinner to celebrate, then?”
“Just have to finish the paperwork first.” Once she was finished, he held her hand as they left the room, waiting for her to pull away, but she leaned into his side instead and he grinned, watching the looks they received as they left. “Where are we going? Can I drive?”
She dangled the keys in front of his face and he took them. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll go out bumming around, but tonight is for you, and I’m going to be your chauffeur. You didn’t get to eat at the pub when you were there. How about we go there?”
Mia’s worries became evident again in her bottom lip and her stance. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
“I’ll be by your side the whole night,” he promised. “Let someone try to mess with you and see what happens.” He offered her his arm, and they walked to the car she’d parked perfectly along the curb. “Nicely done, and you should know, no one gets to drive my car.”
“Telling me I should feel special, stud?” she asked with a wink as he opened her door.
He caught her before she sank into her seat and brushed his lips against hers. “Always.”
She blinked a few times and he grinned. The effect he had on her was beyond just outward reactions. The flicker of want flaring to life in her stormy gaze and the way her breathing quickened just slightly was enough to tell him she wanted to tackle him to the sidewalk just as much as he wanted to drag her into the back seat of his car and have his way with her.