by Zoey Parker
Fully on the bed on all fours Brittany glanced back at him, her hair tumbling into her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
Max quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. It was so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brittany groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible, but she did that to him.
“Fuck me,” Brittany ordered breathlessly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Max ordered as a finger teasingly slid inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.
“I NEED you inside me,” Brittany panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”
Max withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode into town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brittany yearned for a bad boy, then that was what she was going to get.
“Fuck me,” Brittany pleaded.
Max gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.
“That’s it,” Brittany cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Max entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him, and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Max tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.
Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Max could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually, this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brittany until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.
Chapter Twenty
“So what’s this?” Max gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brittany leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now wrapped around them.
It was the first time Max had seen Brittany’s apartment. She’d had no reservations about inviting him over. Everything with Max felt so natural, so safe. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, to feel as if nothing and no one could ever hurt her.
“It’s a map of America,” Brittany teased.
“I can see that,” Max gave her a playful nudge. “I’m wondering what all the little pins mean. Are they places you’ve been?”
“No,” Brittany wilted slightly against him. “They are places that I want to go.”
“Oh,” Max nodded. “I see.” There was a slight pause as he cast his eyes over the vast array of pins.
“You want to visit a lot of places,” he commented.
“America is a big place,” Brittany replied. “And I want to take it all in.”
“You been to many of the places before?”
It was a logical question, but Brittany couldn’t help but be affronted by it. Zack had successfully stifled much of her development growing up. She’d never traveled beyond the borders of their small town until recently. Would Max be deterred by how little she’d seen of the world? His sleeve of naval tattoos hinted at a life spent exploring. Brittany envied all the adventures he must have had, all the wonders he must have seen.
“No,” Brittany replied curtly, clamoring to her feet and taking the blanket with her to protect her modesty.
“Hey,” Max followed after her, his tone soft with concern. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just asking.”
“No,” Brittany stated again, less sternly this time. “I’ve only ever been in my hometown and Colridge. My life has been a little…sheltered.” She chose her words carefully for fear of coming across as strange.
“You had strict parents, huh?” Max gave her a sympathetic smile and then started pulling his pants back on. Brittany chewed her lip nervously. It would be so easy to say nothing, to just let Max think that she was from a family with strict parents. But she wanted there to be no secrets between them. Brittany could feel herself falling for Max, and she didn’t want to taint that feeling by lying to him.
“Actually, my parents died when I was twelve.”
“Whoa,” Max paused, only one leg in his pants.
“My…um…” Brittany felt nervous beneath the sudden heat of his gaze. He was looking at her like she was some injured little bird who might never fly again. And she wanted him to see that she was still capable of spreading her wings if she wanted to.
“My brother raised me after they died.”
“That’s mighty kind of him,” Max continued dressing, appeased by her response. “A big task for a young guy to take on.”
“Yeah,” Brittany agreed. Gratitude swelled in her chest, but it was swiftly countered by crushing feelings of guilt. She’d been so resentful towards Zack for holding her back, had been so desperate to get away from him, to experience life in a new town. Did he now hate her for leaving? She prayed not.
“He gave up everything to take care of me.”
“He sounds like one hell of a guy.”
“He is,” Brittany agreed. “Only…” was she going to sound wretched and ungrateful if she told Max how stifling living with Zack had been? How she’d felt she had no choice but to escape his strict regime where she wasn’t even permitted to go into the town to use the library.
Max gazed at her expectantly, his eyes wide and soft with patience. Brittany was astounded by the depth of understanding he displayed. On the outside, he was this tough, tattooed guy with mysterious scars, but beneath that steely exterior he was as soft and sweet as melted chocolate.
She loved him. In that moment, Brittany knew it to be true. But she also knew it was too soon to declare such feelings. Clearing her throat, she focused instead on discussing Zack.
“He could be a little overprotective,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “In the end, it just got to be too much and I had to leave.”
“I’m sure he just thought he was doing right by you,” Max offered kindly. “It can’t be easy trying to step into an adult’s shoes when you’re still just a kid.”
“No,” Brittany sighed, “it can’t be.”
“But hey,” Max came towards her and looped a strong arm across her shoulders, tilting her towards her pinned map of America. “How about one day you get on the back of my motorcycle, and we set off across the country visiting all these places you’ve pinned?”
Brittany thought how it would feel to ride behind Max, her arms locked around his waist her hair free and flowing in the wind.
“I’d like that,” she smiled.
“We could do a whole tour,” Max swept his free hand grandly through the air. “We’ll listen to some real, authentic blues in New Orleans, eat freshly caught lobster in Maine, and go whale watching in California.”
“Catch a show in New York, dance in the rain in Chicago and ride a boat down the Mississippi,” Brittany said dreamily. She felt like she was describing something that happened in movies. There was no way that could ever actually be her life, could it?
“We’ll do it all,” Max tenderly kissed her forehead.
“So now you know all about me, you ever going to tell me where you got those scars?” Brittany delivered the question as softly as she could and Max still tensed. He released her from his embrace and headed over to pick his shirt up off the floor and pull it over his head.
“If you don’t want to talk about
it, that’s fine,” Brittany hastily added.
“No,” Max sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. Or maybe it is that,” he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.
“I like being this big, strong guy for you,” he gave her a sexy, lopsided smile. “And some of my stories, well, they risk changing that. And I don’t want that to happen.”
“You could never stop being my big, strong guy,” Brittany slunk her way over to him, letting the blanket she’d gathered around herself drop the ground. She was completely naked. Her nipples hardened as she looked at Max and licked her lips. She saw a ripple of desire run through him.
“You are…” he laughed and grinned to himself. “You are one hell of a girl, you know that?”
Brittany smiled sweetly as she kept walking towards him. “You’re one hell of a guy,” she told him softly.
When she was in reach, Max pulled her to him and they started kissing passionately. His tongue pressed against hers as his hands ran the length of her curves. Brittany loved kissing Max. His kisses were always so passionate yet tender. She could get lost in one of his kisses. When he put his lips against hers, he could silence all her doubts, all her fears in a single second. All that existed between them was the kiss, and the heat of it burned everything else away.
Max’ hands ended up in her hair, tumbling through her the dark strands as he drank her in, tasted the depth of her kiss. Brittany wanted him. Whenever they kissed, she was filled with this powerful desire which she could never fight against. It was as if she was under a spell, and all that mattered was being with Max.
Brittany reached out and began to unbutton the pants he’d only just put back on. Max ceased kissing her briefly to step out of them. He’d not worn boxers that day and was instantly exposed. Brittany grinned when she saw how hard he was already. They kissed again, Max leaning back for the briefest of moments as she hurriedly tugged his T-shirt up over his head. Then their naked bodies were pressed against one another, writhing together as they kissed. Brittany could feel herself getting wet. Her entire body began to tremble with expectation. They’d already had sex on her apartment floor that day, her knees still bore the carpet burns to prove it.
This time, she wanted to do something different, something daring. She broke the kiss to lead Max to her window which offered an impressive vista of the rooftops of Colridge. Leaning forward she planted her palms against the glass. Max groaned approvingly, understanding what she wanted to do. Gripping her hips, he entered her from behind. Brittany let out a delighted gasp as he pressed her against the glass, the cool of the window pane feeling strangely wonderful against her bare breasts.
Brittany climaxed twice against the window. As Max pulled her away, her body had left a sweaty imprint upon it. He maneuvered her towards the sofa, sitting himself down as though he were about to watch television. Brittany straddled him but faced away from him. She heard him moan as he slipped inside her. Then she slowly began to tease his dick, rising up and down and arching her back. She could hear Max’ breath getting quicker along with her own.
“Oh baby,” he cried out, “you feel so good.”
“Do you want to cum for me?” Brittany asked seductively as her movements became faster.
“God, yes,” Max gasped.
Brittany raised and lowered her butt as fast as she could, feeling Max’ entire girth within her. She’d never felt more sexy or more alive than when they were together. He planted his hands upon her shoulders, pushing her down against his dick. Brittany squealed out in shocked delight as she climaxed again. As the shudders ran through her body, she felt Max briefly expand within her as he released a contented sigh.
“Wow, Brittany,” he gasped as she climbed off his lap. “Just…wow.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Brittany loved her work. Second to Max, tattooing was her favorite thing to do. She was bent over her current client, slowly applying an intricate floral design to the lady’s ankle. Only a month after starting at the parlor, and Brittany had already proven herself enough to be working on her own on a regular basis.
“You’re a natural,” Nancy had beamed in approval as she admired Brittany’s work. Currently, Brittany only worked on existing templates within the parlor, but soon she hoped to start integrating some of her own designs into the rotation. The thought of someone having something she drew herself inked onto their body permanently made her feel giddy with excitement.
“Sounds like it’s all going well,” Zack had stated flatly when she gushed to him about her job over the phone.
“Oh, it is,” Brittany insisted brightly. “Though I miss you, of course.”
“I doubt that you do,” Zack objected sullenly.
“Of course I do!” Brittany cried. “Nancy keeps saying that you need to come and visit the parlor again soon.”
“Nancy said that?” something lightened in Zack’s tone.
“Yeah,” Brittany smiled to herself. “I think she might have a crush on you.”
“Really?” Zack cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s no big deal. If I came over to Colridge again, it’d be to see you, not her.”
“Hmm, whatever,” Brittany shrugged casually. What was nice about talking to Zack on the phone since her move to Colridge, was that their calls felt more like the sort of conversations, siblings should be having. They were no longer crushed beneath the weight of things unsaid. They were both getting on with their lives but still keeping in touch with each other. It was all very healthy, very normal, and it made Brittany happy.
She thought about how happy she was with Max and wished that Zack could find some of that kind of happiness for himself. During their conversations she’d yet to bring up the fact that she was seeing someone. Zack had been so understanding about everything so far, but she sensed that her suddenly having a boyfriend might be enough to send Zack off the deep end.
“Baby steps,” Brittany kept telling herself.
She’d come this far. She couldn’t help but daydream about going further, about one day riding off into the sunset on the back of Max’ motorcycle as they embarked on their whistle stop tour of America together.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Max’ hands were slick with grease. The dismantled parts of his motorcycle were scattered around him as if there had been an explosion. His bike was struggling to start. As much as Max wished he could be spending the day with Brittany, he was forced to hang out in the parking lot of the motel, trying to fix his bike.
“You know, son, there’s a right decent mechanic up in town,” an old man commented as he shuffled out towards his pick-up truck, backlit by the morning light as he looked down at Max.
“Thanks,” Max smiled kindly at the old man. “But I’d rather try and fix her up myself, save some money.”
“He’s pretty cheap,” the old man insisted. He nodded towards his truck. “I could give you a run down there, pile her up in the back.”
It was such a kind offer, Max was pained to turn it down. But the second the mechanic took a look at his bike he’d know who Max was, and more importantly, where he was from. The emblem for the Kings was etched within the engine’s interior, like a secret brand. Back home, that emblem was all Max needed to get a free service on his bike. But here in Colridge, if someone saw it, they’d likely break his jaw. And the last thing Max needed was trouble. He was trying to stay in town as long as possible because being in town meant being with Brittany. If he stirred up too much noise, his Uncle would call him back in a heartbeat.
“That’s mighty kind, but I really can’t put you out like that.” Max hoped that the old man would accept his refusal and not push him anymore. He gave a sigh of relief when the old man nodded and started sauntering over to his truck.
“Suit yourself,” he called over his shoulder to Max. “Was just trying to help you out.”
Max watched the truck sputter out of the parking lot before returning his attention to his bike. He usually found working on it to be ther
apeutic, but currently his mind was as dismantled as the engine around him. He kept thinking about the last time he’d seen Brittany, and about what she’d told him about her relationship with her brother. It certainly sounded intense. And Max couldn’t help but wonder, given their history, why he hadn’t met Brittany’s brother yet. Was there more to the story? Would his level of protectiveness threaten Max’ relationship with Brittany?
His hand tightened angrily around the wrench he was holding. Max realized that he’d be willing to fight for Brittany, that her brother wasn’t the only one who felt protective towards her. But perhaps her brother’s feelings were just normal, especially given the extreme circumstances they’d grown up under.