I snorted. He was so full of shit, and he knew it.
“Okay, so why are you calling me? I know you love me and all that, but I also know you.” I propped my elbow up on the side of the chair and rested my head on my hand.
Trevor huffed a little, but he knows I cut through the bullshit with him.
“It’s true, you’ve been on my mind a lot lately. I can’t help but worry about you. I want to make sure you’re happy.”
I sighed. “I’m fine, Trevor. I promise.”
“I didn’t ask if you were fine, Becky.” He hesitated. “How’s everything with you and Max?”
Ahh…here it is.
“The same as it always has been. We travel back and forth to see each other. It works out well for us.”
Trevor was quiet. Too quiet.
“Do you ever get tired of going back and forth, Beck?”
I don’t know how to answer that. I haven’t given it much thought, though. I don’t want to either.
This isn’t like Trevor. He hasn’t asked me any questions about my relationship with Max in a very long time. I can almost see red lights flashing: RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
I know Trevor has always gotten along with Max. They met a few months into our relationship. We’ve gotten together with Trevor and his family a few times since then. My parents have met him.
I know.
I’m surprised he still wants to be with me after that. My dad is okay, but my mama is a little too much at times. What am I saying? She’s too much most of the time.
“Honestly, I don’t think about it. Max and I lead such busy lives, it’s like a getaway when we do see each other.”
Trevor was silent. Again.
“Okay.”
He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. I know Trevor likes Max and he respects the successful businessman he is, but…
My gut tells me Trevor thought I would be back in our hometown of Arab, Alabama and back together with Chad Matthews by now. When he suggested I move on with my life and date other men while I sorted out my feelings where Chad was concerned, Trevor naturally assumed we would find our way back to each other. In most circumstances that would’ve happened. I know I am the main reason it didn’t happen. I closed myself off from the possibility of any kind of reconciliation.
I have learned to live with my choices. I closely guard my thoughts and feelings about the subject. No one mentions it to me anymore. For that, I am thankful. It took my family a very long time to give up on the idea, but they finally realized the truth of the matter.
“Trevor…please don’t. Some things are better left in the past.”
He sighed. “I just want you to be happy, sis.”
It was my time to sigh. “I am. Well, as much as I can be I suppose. Just trust me when I say it’s enough for right now. Okay?”
“Okay. For right now.” I knew by the sound of his voice this was far from over, but he won’t push me about it.
Have I said how much I love my big brother?
We ended our conversation right after that. I felt…restless, I guess you could say. I hated it when anyone questioned my choices. Good or bad they are mine to make. I am the one who has to live with the consequences of my actions.
Looking for a distraction, I walked over to my laptop and decided to finish some of the work I left undone. The next time I looked at the clock it was almost ten o’clock. Damn. I massaged the back of my neck to work out the tension I felt there. I arched my back, not realizing how achy I felt from sitting there so long. I saved all my information and closed my laptop. I got up and checked my phone for any unread messages. There were none.
I walked back to my bedroom and stripped all my clothes off. I climbed into the bed and plugged my phone into the charger. I laid my head on the pillow and heard my phone chirp with a text message.
MAX: Good night beautiful
I smiled. I felt my shoulders instantly relax.
ME: Good night. C U tomorrow.
MAX: See you then
I closed my eyes and fell into a restless slumber. I awakened in a foul mood and I couldn’t seem to shake it. I spoke with Johnny a couple times. He was excited and nervous about seeing Antonio later. I tried to be reassuring. For his sake, I hope Antonio still has feelings for him.
I finished loading my car for my drive back to New Orleans. It was getting late and I knew I wouldn’t get there until after nine o’clock tonight. Oh, well. I sent Max a text to let him know my late departure. He made plans for dinner when he assumed I would be arriving earlier, but I told him I would just pick up something on the way since it would be so late.
I changed the radio on my favorite classic rock station and turned the volume up. All you need is the road and a little Led Zeppelin to put things into perspective. The drive gave me time to clear my head and I felt less troubled by the time I crossed the bridge into New Orleans. In a short time, I was pulling into Max’s driveway. I noticed a single light shining inside. I clicked the button on the garage opener and pulled into the spot Max had designated for my car. I turned off the ignition and sat there for a few minutes. What I was waiting for I cannot say. I just sat there staring into space. It was a long drive. I’m tired. Yeah, that’s it.
I looked up and saw Max standing at the doorway leading inside the house. His white shirt was unbuttoned giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his well-defined abs. I licked my suddenly dry lips and flicked my eyes back to his. How long has he been standing there watching me?
I got out of the car and opened the trunk to get a few things I brought back with me. I felt Max’s hand cover mine as he took the bags from me and closed the lid to my trunk. He leaned forward and kissed the top of my head.
“Long drive?” His eyes held back other unasked questions.
I nodded. I guess he was standing there long enough to know that I hesitated before getting out of the car. We walked inside the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He placed my bags inside the walk-in closet.
Max walked back to where I was standing. He peered into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. I looked away first. Damn it. I felt his hand grip my chin and pulled my attention back to his face.
“What’s wrong? You’re a million miles away.” His voice left no room for deception.
I tried to shake my head, but he was holding me firmly in place.
“It isn’t worth talking about tonight.”
Max arched his eyebrow. “I beg to differ.”
Shit! Why does he have to be so perceptive? His eyes did not waver from mine.
“Trevor called and was asking me personal questions that are none of his business. Apparently, he thinks it is because I am his baby sister. It aggravated me. That’s all.”
Max’s jaw tensed, but he released his hold on my chin. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over to the doors leading to the balcony. He stood there staring outside for what felt like forever. It was probably only for a couple minutes. I walked up behind him and slid my hands up his back. I felt him tense for a few seconds before he relaxed. Max turned around to face me. I felt his fingers in my hair as his hungry lips crashed against mine.
His other hand firmly grasped my hip and he pulled me roughly against his body. I could feel the evidence of his rock-hard arousal when he started grinding his pelvis into mine. Max lifted the bottom of my light blue t-shirt and pulled in over my head. He tossed it onto the floor. I kissed him along his jawline allowing his stubble to tickle my face. I felt him swallow deeply as I moved my lips and tongue down his neck. I followed along his collarbone, flicking my tongue at the sensitive skin just above it. I slid my hands over his shoulders and pulled his shirt down his arms. Max quickly tossed it aside just as he had done with mine.
I lightly scratched my fingernails across his nipples. Max hissed. I flicked my tongue against his nipples before taking it in my mouth. I lightly tugged on it with my lips before swirling my tongue around it. He wrapped my hair around one of his hands and p
ulled my head back. The pain sent delicious tingles through my body. I leaned forward and latched onto his other nipple. Lightly nipping it with my teeth. Max growled as he pulled my head back and kissed my lips again. His free hand reached up and pulled down one of the straps of my bra. He tugged the cup down, fully exposing my breast. He lightly grazed my neck with his lips. I felt two of his fingers pinch my nipple. I gasped from the pain, but he didn’t release his hold. Instead his moved his fingers back and forth, turning the sensitive tip of my nipple.
I grabbed onto his forearms. He unwrapped my hair from his other hand and moved his hand down to the other strap. He pulled the cup down from my other breast and proceeded to pinch the nipple between two of his fingers.
Fuck!
The pain was intense, but I felt my panties getting wetter as he continued. Max released one of my nipples from his fingers and replaced it with his lips. He flicked his tongue against my hard, sensitive nipple before drawing it in his mouth and sucking on it. He moved to the other breast and did the same.
Max reached behind me and unhooked my bra and tossed it on the floor. He held my gaze as he kneeled in front of me, pulling my black pants and panties at the same time to my feet. I stepped out of them. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
“Look at me.” His voice was husky with desire.
I met his eyes and watched as he leaned his head to the juncture between my thighs. I took a deep breath when I felt his lips touch my mound. His tongue swept across the crease and I felt his fingers spread it open. Max flicked his tongue against my clit. Back and forth. I thought my legs were going to buckle, but he held onto me so I wouldn’t fall. He flattened his tongue against the top of my clit and pressed down. The stubble along his jaw added extra friction to my most sensitive area. I moaned out loud. I raked my fingers through his hair and slowly rocked my hips forward. He pulled on my sensitive bud with his lips. His hands pulled my thighs slightly apart. I felt his tongue slide down from my clit to the opening of my vagina. He began thrusting his tongue in and out furiously.
I bucked my hips wildly and his grip on my hips tightened. Max pulled me harder against his mouth as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. My legs started to shake and my knees bent as I felt wave after wave of pleasure roll through my body.
Max stood up and led me to the bed. I felt like I was in a daze. I watched him take off his pants and lay down on the bed. I crawled up his body and kissed his lips. The taste of me assaulted my lips as he swept his tongue inside my mouth. He gripped the back of my head and moaned when I reached down and gently stroked his cock. I pulled away from his lips. He looked at me with hooded eyes. I kissed his chest and worked my way down his body. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. Fuck! It still amazed me he could fit inside me.
I glanced up at his face. Max was watching me. I ran my tongue down the side of his cock and then back up. He sucked in a deep breath. I smiled. I loved knowing I did this to him. I repeated the same thing on the other side. Max ran his fingers through the ends of my hair.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He moaned loudly. The look on his face was a cross between pleasure and pain. I swept my tongue across the seam on the head of his cock. He thrust his hips up. I did it again.
“Fuck.” His voice was breathless.
I took him in my mouth and went down as far as I could without choking. I moved back up to the head and tightened my lips around him before sliding my mouth down again. I kept my hand around the base as I sucked his cock faster.
“Fuck, yeah. Becky…” Max moved my hair to the side so he could watch.
I moaned as he started thrusting his hips up and down. I started to gag and I instantly felt him stop thrusting. I pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Sorry, baby.” He spoke in between pants.
I swirled my tongue around the head one more time before crawling up his body. He raised his shoulders up and met me halfway. Our lips met for a moment before our tongues tangled together.
I broke the kiss and starting kissing along his neck again. Max leaned toward the bedside table and opened the top drawer. I watched him tear open the foil packet and I moved so he could roll on the condom. Once it was on, I climbed back on top and looked down at Max. He thrust his hips up. My eyes widened at his impatience. I sat back a little, not letting him near my entrance, and began to rock my hips back and forth. My mound rubbed up and down the length of his hard cock. He hissed through clenched teeth. I felt his fingers dig into the sides of my hips.
“I want to be inside you. Now!” Max lifted his shoulders off the bed again and sucked on one of my hardened nipples.
I held the back of his head to my breasts as he continued to suck on both of my nipples. I felt Max pull my hips down and his cock slid inside me. He and I moaned at the same time. I pushed him back down on the bed and leaned forward. I placed my hands on the bed just above his shoulders and started rocking back and forth. I felt his cock sliding in and out. It felt so good and I wanted more.
“Yeah, Ride me, baby.” He leaned up and kissed along my neck.
Max thrust his hips up and I thought I was going to come apart right then. After a couple minutes, he flipped me over on my back with him on top. He lifted both of my legs and pushed my knees to my shoulders. He teased me with his cock at my entrance. He rubbed it against my clit before plunging it inside me with one fast thrust. I gasped. He pushed on the back of my thighs, lifting my hips off the bed. He starting pumping in and out furiously. I felt beads of sweat fall from his face onto my chest. He picked up his pace, I didn’t think he could go any faster, but I was wrong. It felt like he was going to fuck me through the bed. The headboard slammed hard against the wall over and over again.
“Your pussy feels so good. Fuck!”
My hands gripped the sheet. “Oh, yeah. Max! Don’t fucking stop.”
“I’m not going to ever stop.” He growled in my ear.
He pumped harder and harder. I met him thrust for thrust. He pressed a hand between our bodies and started rubbing my clit in fast, small circles.
In seconds, I screamed from the intense pleasure as I came hard. Max thrust inside me faster and I knew he getting ready to come. He roared in my ear as I felt his body shake with his release. He thrust one final time before almost collapsing on top of me. He carefully pulled out of me and slowly walked to the bathroom to throw away the condom. It looked like he wobbled a little as he walked.
I looked up as he climbed back in the bed. He touched my face with the back of his hand. His lips touched mine, but this time it was gentle. Max laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him.
I closed my eyes. Completely satiated and exhausted. We both fell asleep.
CHAPTER 4
Droplets of sweat fell from Max’s body onto mine as he thrust into me harder and harder. I lifted my hips to increase the sensation. He grabbed my hips and pulled me firmly against him. He rotated his hips, increasing the pressure building inside me. I moved my hands from his broad shoulders and rested them on his arms. With each hard, deep thrust I dug my fingernails in his arms. He gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed to mine.
Oops…that will probably leave a mark.
That didn’t stop Max from continuing to pump in and out of me. I was so close. Just a little more. My back arched off the bed. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked until I gasped.
“Oh, yeah. Come for me, Becky.”
I know he was trying to hold back as long as possible for me. I reached in between us and started rubbing my clit. The intense pleasure from him being inside me as I rubbed small quick circles around my clit was my own undoing. I cried out as I reached my peak. Max’s moan from his release was just as uninhibited as mine.
He rolled off me and walked to bathroom to dispose of the condom. I was trying to catch my breath when he climbed back in the bed. His hand wiped the sweat from my forehead. Max kissed my forehead, then my nose, until he reached my lips. He parted my lips wi
th his tongue and both of us moaned in unison.
Damn! He was so fucking addictive, and he knew it.
Max laid down on his back and pulled me next to him. I stretched my leg over his. He grabbed my knee and pulled it higher. His thigh was in between my legs. I was sure he could feel the throbbing from all the attention he gave my clit earlier. My body was still reeling from the euphoric high of great sex. He rubbed his fingers up and down the small of my back.
Max’s cell phone started ringing. He sighed before reaching over to the nightstand and checking the caller id. It must’ve been important because he answered the call. He started to sit up, so I moved over to the other side of the bed. I tried not to listen to what sounded like a business call. Whatever the caller wanted, I could tell by the way Max’s body tensed, it was not what he wanted to hear first thing in the morning.
“I’ll be in my office in about thirty minutes. I’ll call you back then.” He put down his phone and flung the covers off his naked body.
“Is everything okay?” I know. Stupid question.
Max glanced over his shoulder before standing up and giving me a glorious view of his perfect ass.
“You give someone more responsibility because you think they’re ready, and then they turn it in a fucking mess.” He walked in the bathroom. I heard the shower start and I knew he wasn’t in the mood to talk about the call.
It took me about a minute to decide to test the waters (no pun intended) and join him in the shower. When I walked in the bathroom I could see him standing with his hands braced against the wall and the water beating down on his back. I tentatively walked to the shower door and opened it. He raised his head and leveled his gaze with mine. I stepped in front of him and closed the door behind me. I touched his chest with my fingertips, letting the water pour over my hands.
Max moved one of his hands from the wall and covered mine with it. He held my hands against his chest while still holding my gaze. I could feel his heart’s rapid heartbeat.
“You know just what I need without me saying a word.” The expression on his face softened.
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