by C. A. Harms
When his eyes met mine, he grinned. “You look real good, baby,” he reassured me as he took a few steps in my direction and brought his body up to press against me from behind. He braced his arms on the counter at each side of me. I could feel his evident excitement pressed against my lower back, and chills broke out over my arms. Max leaned forward and ran his tongue over the side of my neck.
Pushing his cock against me just a little harder, he groaned in my ear. “You are so fucking sexy. If I wasn’t worried about messing up your hair, I would fuck you right here, right now.”
I wiggled my hips, gliding my backside over his hardness. Arching my back, I placed my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
His left hand curled around my waist and slipped just below the waistband of my pants. “I miss this,” I whispered.
He slid his hand in just a little further. “Miss what?” he asked. I was temporarily struck speechless when I felt the tip of his finger slide over my clit. I bit my lower lip and let my head rest back against his shoulder. “I just touched you last night.”
“No, or yeah. I mean, I miss your touch all the time.” What I meant was that I miss your cockiness, your dominance, and your dirty mouth.” Max slid his finger inside of me, and I was pretty sure I whimpered. His finger began gliding in and out of me as I rocked my hips with the motion.
“I haven’t been dirty enough for you?” he whispered in my ear.
I could wait to carry on this conversation. At this moment I was having a hard time remembering to breathe. How in the hell was I supposed to remember what I was trying to tell him?
“Tell me what you mean,” he whispered.
“I can’t, please.”
His thumb began circling my clit and I could feel my insides clenching around his finger. I was so close to exploding when he added a second finger. “Do you like the feel of my fingers inside of you?” He sucked gently on my neck and I nodded my head. “Are you close?” I rocked my hips harder as he arched his fingers inside me. “Bet you wish it was my cock inside you.”
‘Yes,” I sighed, my insides twitching with the impending orgasm that was right there.
“Let go, come on my hand. Give it to me.” His husky, lust-filled voice was all I needed to drive me over the edge. My knees went weak and my insides vibrated with such pleasure. I closed my eyes tightly and arched back, thrusting my breasts forward and grinding my ass against his erection.
When I opened my eyes, I looked up into the mirror and locked my gaze onto his. Max placed the fingers he had just had inside me to his lips, licking my juices away in a taunting way. If I had not been bracing myself against the sink, I think I might have puddled at his feet.
“You taste damn sweet.”
Stepping out from behind me, he leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms over his chest. He appeared as if the last ten minutes had not even happened. He looked unaffected, while I was still trying to slow down my breathing.
“So you wanna explain to me what you meant, now that my fingers aren’t deep inside you and you can focus?” My cheeks felt flushed.
I straightened the front of my pants and busied my hands. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. I know he has been trying so hard to be the man I needed. I just wanted him to be the same man he was before, minus the hurtfulness.
“I just meant that you seem different with me now. You’re trying so hard to be good to me and that’s great.” I paused and looked up at him. “I just don’t want you to change. I love the aggressive, dominant man you are. I don’t want you to be different, I miss the old Max--the one that took charge and took what he wanted, when he wanted it.” I stepped in front of him and ran my hands over his toned stomach. “That is the man I fell in love with. Don’t hide him because you think I want you to. Be that guy and this sweet new side, too. Can’t you be both?”
He stood before me, staring at me in silence. It was as if he was running everything I had just said through his mind, weighing it all out.
All at once he pushed off the sink and backed me up against the wall, pinning my arms at my sides. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, slowly. “So are you saying that, if I wanted to fuck you right here, right now, I shouldn’t care about messing up your hair? I shouldn’t worry about the plans I made for us? I should just slide your pants down over your hips, spin you around to face the wall, and sink myself deep inside of you?”
“If that’s what you want, then yes.” I answered his question. In the back of my mind, I was salivating at the image he had just put inside my head. I wanted that, all of it.
He grinned and bent down, bringing his lips to mine. Gliding his tongue over my lip, I opened for him. He began kissing me, rolling his skilled tongue along mine. Just when I thought I could take no more without combusting, he pulled back. His eyes met mine once more. I could tell he was turned on.
“I’ll remember that piece of advice for the future.” He let go of my hands and turned toward the shower. I watched as he reached inside and flipped on the water.
Max began stripping from his gym clothes, and I couldn’t look away. I was still stunned stupid from his seductive manner. That ass just played me; he just purposely got me all wound up again, only to leave me wanting.
Just before he stepped into the shower, he looked back and winked. “Finish getting ready; we leave in twenty minutes.” My face fell, I know it did. I was sure I was gaping at him.
So there it was, cocky Max. I asked for him; I wanted him. A smile spread out over my lip. I could only sigh and shake my head. I had a feeling I was in for it tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max
After I took Bree out to dinner, we drove to Pagago Park. Both Riley and my mom had told me that it was a beautiful place to watch the sunset. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, When did I start giving a shit about the sunset? Here’s your answer: when I started caring about making Bree smile.
I sat beside her, as the hues of color began to change. Watching her face light up, I couldn’t help but smile myself. She looked so beautiful, happy. I never realized before how a simple task could set my mind at ease.
Her life wasn’t easy. Things were not laid at her feet. She struggled and fought, when she should have been laughing and making memories worth remembering. Every time I thought about what she went through as a child, I was pissed off. No one deserved to live that kind of life. I had this strong urge to protect her from ever feeling discarded or worthless again.
My actions in the past are inexcusable. I was such a dick to her. Moving on from that has been a struggle for me. She has said time and again how she forgives me. Now I just need to forgive myself. Maybe that’s why, over the last few weeks, I have catered to her and changed my ways. I was trying to show her how much she means to me.
Apparently I’ve been too sweet or not aggressive enough. Hell, I had no fucking clue how to do this, the entire boyfriend thing, I was still trying to figure it out. I was so afraid of doing something wrong and pushing her away. I needed to find a happy medium. Bree liked my dirty dominant side, yet my asshole tendencies had to go. Fuck, it was hard as hell trying to figure out who I should be.
“What are you so deep in thought about?” Bree’s voice brought me out of my inner battle. She was watching me with a look that resembled worry.
I reached out and took her hand in mine, squeezing gently. “Nothing bad, really. I was just thinking about us, how much you mean to me.” I pulled her in just a little closer and wrapped her in my arms. “I’m trying to be who you need me to be, who you want me to be. I’m just scared of fucking it up.”
Bree got up onto her knees and crawled across my lap, straddling me. Placing my hands on her hips, I looked up at her. “Stop thinking about it. Stop worrying so much about messing up, because then you will. Just be you. I never asked you to change, Max. I only asked you to stop playing with my head. The only thing I needed was for you to figure out what you wanted from me. I just wanted you t
o understand that I needed all of you. Don’t be different with me in any other way.” She rested her forehead against mine. “I love you. Yes, you can be controlling and a huge asshole at times. You drive me crazy and piss me off, but I don’t want you to change who you are.”
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her against me. “Okay, I’ll stop thinking about it. Just promise me something. If I start acting like a dick, call me out on it. Don’t run from me.” I guess that worried me the most--ruining this, when I had no idea when I did something wrong.
“Okay, now will you just stop being such a girl and kiss me?” She giggled against my neck as she tucked her face in tightly. She knew damn well she would fuel me with those words.
I spun her over and pinned her against the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I settled against her center. Raising her arms above her head, I held them with one hand. Supporting my weight with the other, I began rocking my hips against her. “A girl, huh? I’m pretty sure I’m all man.”
“I don’t think I’m convinced yet,” she taunted me.
“You need me to show ya?” I asked.
She nodded her head as she panted beneath me. I lowered my lips to hers and took her mouth, sucking and biting at her lower lip. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to fuck you right here. I think we should head back home for that.”
“What if I prefer it right here? What if I can’t wait?” Damn, my girl was horny. It was real hard not to grant her what she asked. I just didn’t feel like giving anyone a free show. What I did to Bree was meant for us only. Oh, and the fact that I had no intention of spending the night in jail had a lot to do with it, too.
I kissed her once more before rising up and reaching out for her. “Come on.” She pouted her lip and all I could do was chuckle. Damn, she was cute when she pouted. “Get moving, horn dog.” I slapped her ass and she squealed.
She darted off toward my truck, and the smile she held on her face was gorgeous. She looked happy, and I was responsible for that. I never thought it would be so fulfilling to me.
***
We had barely made it to the front door before Bree turned on me. She crawled up my body like a little spider monkey. She gripped the back of my neck and her lips found mine in a seductive kiss. She sucked the tip of my tongue and I groaned against her lips.
Fumbling for my keys, I was in a rush to open the door. I used the door to support Bree, while I slid the key in the lock. Just before I turned the handle, the door gave way and we stumbled inside.
We were surrounded by cat calls and whistles. I held Bree against me tightly, bracing myself against the door frame. I lowered her to the floor while looking around the room. Our living room was full of people I didn’t know--guys, girls, and among the crowd a face I had no desire to see. It was someone I knew Bree wouldn’t want to deal with, either.
On instinct, I gripped Bree around the waist and pulled her back against my chest. I leaned in, whispering against her ear, “I had no idea she was gonna be here. I’m no part of this get together.”
I felt her body stiffen against mine when her eyes locked with Megan’s. It took a few seconds for her body to relax back into mine once again. “I’m the one that’s in your bed. I’m the girl you love. She can try, but I guarantee I won’t let her win.”
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her temple. “You’re damn right you’re the one I love. Let’s go to bed, baby.”
Bree took my hand in hers, and I let her drag me toward the stairs. I never took my eyes off her ass, even when a few guys slapped me on the back as we walked past.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned to face me. I allowed her to run her hands up my chest before linking them behind my neck. She pulled my face down to meet hers and started kissing me. It only took me about two seconds to come to the realization that my angel was claiming me. The way that made me feel was something I had never felt before. I was instantly hard from her seduction. It was so fucking hot.
“Take me upstairs and finish what you started. I need to feel you inside me.” Oh, fuck yeah, she didn’t need to ask me twice. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her against me. She linked her legs around my waist and I carried her up to my bedroom.
Our hunger for one another was off the charts. At one point I heard material tear, but we didn’t stop long enough to figure out what had torn. She wanted me inside of her, and I was on a mission to give her just that. The moment I sank into her warmth, I growled with the sensation. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
I began thrusting into her like a ravaged beast, our bodies slapping together with each entrance. “Yes, just like that,” Bree panted as she dug her nails in my back.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I thrust forward, bracing myself on my elbows above her and grinding my hips against her with each thrust.
“Yes, oh god, yes. Don’t stop.” She bit down on her lower lip and arched her back.
I had no intention of stopping, not until she was screaming my name. I could feel my own release building as her insides began twitching around me. I got up on my knees and lifted her legs up over my shoulders, driving forward fast and hard.
Looking down between us, I watched as I entered her over and over. I was going to explode and I needed her to come first. Resting my thumb over her swollen clit, I began to massage her in a circular motion.
She came hard almost instantaneously, throwing her head back. “Yes, fuck me. Max, I’m coming.” Her legs began to shake and her body trembled.
One, two, three thrusts and I was emptying myself deep inside her as she continued to clench around me. Coming with my girl, at the same time, had just become my new favorite thing.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bree
I woke from a night of incredible, mind-blowing sex to hear Max on his phone. I groaned and threw my pillow at him. He chuckled and continued his conversation.
“No man, I haven’t asked her yet. From the looks of her mood, I might wait a little longer. I didn’t allow her to sleep much last night.” He chuckled once again when I pinched the skin surrounding his nipple. Quickly he placed his hand over mine and tugged it away.
“Okay, I’ll call ya later.” He hung up and tossed his phone onto the nightstand.
He pounced and pushed me onto my back. Straddling my hips, he held my hands above my head. I didn’t even try to fight him; why the hell should I waste the energy? It was pointless, because he was too strong.
“You’re kinda feisty today,” he chuckled.
“I need sleep and you were being loud.” I whined and glared up at him. “Who was on the phone this early in the morning?”
“Baby.” He lowered his body over mine and released my hands. “It’s almost noon.”
My eyes widened and I turned to look at the clock. “Oh, my god. Why?” I tried to wiggle out from beneath him. “Move, you big meathead. I’m gonna be late.”
He continued to chuckle at my outburst, which was irritating me. “Bree, you took today off.” I relaxed back against the mattress and narrowed my eyes at him. I wanted to tell him he was a smartass, but he was right, I did have the day off.
“So are you gonna ask me whatever it is you need to ask?” I was trying to change the subject. He was still staring down at me with a smug look on his face.
He rolled to the side but kept my legs pinned beneath his. “The fire department has this charity event coming up.”
“What kind of charity event?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nipped at my chin and ran his nose along my jaw, kissing it softly. “It’s one that will require you to wear a tight white t-shirt, no bra, and very short cutoffs.” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
“Why don’t I just wear a white bikini?” I playfully taunted him in return, because I knew he was full of shit.
“It’s a softball game, the fire department versus the police department. It’s co-ed, and I need you to play. All the wives and girlfriends
are backing out, and I kinda talked you up a little.” He grinned.
“Talked me up, are you kidding me? I don’t play softball; I dance, Max. There is a huge difference.” I was nervous suddenly. I had no clue what the hell I was doing. Why would he make it sound like I would actually be good at softball?
“I just said that my girl was a badass and would accept the challenge. I never said you were this amazing player that would show everyone up.” He chuckled. “Breathe, babe; it’s just a bunch of amateurs having fun and raising money for a good cause. Kate’s playing.”
Okay, so knowing that Kate would be there does help the situation. “Okay, I’ll play, but I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll probably break something or fall flat on my face.”
He crawled back over the top of me and placed his hands on each side of my face. “I’ll catch ya, don’t worry.”
***
It had been a few days since I had spent any time with Ryan. We agreed to have lunch together, before I had to teach my Tuesday night tumbling class. It was a new group of beginners, so it would be an easy night. Most of them just wanted to roll around and bounce on the trampoline. I loved that adorable age, though--four and five years old.
Pulling up to the café just off campus, I smiled. Ryan was leaning against the side of his car, ankles crossed with his shades covering his eyes. It did not go unnoticed that the women were all staring as they walked by. He was devastatingly handsome and had a swoon factor that made all the girls melt before him. If they only knew he had no interest in them—only their boyfriends or brothers—it would be a whole different story.
“Well, it’s about time. I thought I was gonna have to eat alone,” Ryan complained as I crawled out of my car.
“Sorry, crabby patty, I got hung up after class.” He pulled me in for a hug and I kissed his cheek. “Let’s go eat before you wither away, Diva.”