Dirty Maverick (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “Me? You started it, grabbing a handful of my ass like that.” He looked confused and then looked behind me. I suddenly saw his blue eyes go dark like they did when he was in the cage and I realized in that instant what was about to happen. It was Jeff, the guy who had been such an ass to him the last time we were here.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alexa

  “Ian, it’s okay. Let it go.” I could see the veins pulsing in his neck as he looked at Jeff. Jeff knew he was pissed, but he only smiled. I wondered if he was drunk.

  “Hey!” Ian said, acting like he hadn’t heard me. He still had one arm on my waist and suddenly I felt myself being moved behind him and he was face to face with the asshole. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, touching her?”

  “Chill out,” Jeff said with a smug smile on his face. “I bumped into her. That ass sticks out, it’s hard to miss.” Either he was drunk or he had a death wish. Ian swung and connected and the smug bastard was now lying in the floor. The thick crowd had spread out and was now standing circled around like a bunch of middle school kids watching a fight. Jeff was sitting up, rubbing his chin. Brock pushed his way through the crowd and stopped when he saw Jeff on the floor. Mike and Danielle had been dancing too and they were standing there watching. Danielle looked amused and I wondered if he’d tried to play grab ass with her too.

  “What happened?” Brock said.

  “Crazy mo-fo attacked me, that’s what,” Jeff told him. “Somebody call the cops. I’ll bet he’s doing the roid’s again. That would explain his win tonight too.” No one moved. Ian was well liked and everyone here tonight knew that he’d just won that championship. No one seemed to like Jeff except for the girl he was dancing with. She must have only just met him.

  “Fuck you!” Ian said. I’d never seen him so angry. I was suddenly worried about what would happen when the cops did get there.

  “He grabbed my ass,” I said to the crowd, surprising myself. I wanted them to know Jeff had started this. I was terrified Ian would get in trouble and his career would be affected because of me. “He didn’t bump into me. He assaulted me. Ian was protecting me.” I looked down at the creep then and said, “I’ll be happy to tell the cops that when they get here.”

  “What’s going on?” A deep, booming voice said. The bouncer had pushed his way through and was looking from Ian to Jeff. The bartender was standing behind him. Jeff was still looking at me like he was trying to gauge if he thought I’d cry sexual assault or not. I still had my hand on Ian’s arm and I guess the look on my face convinced him I wouldn’t hesitate to do it in order to help Ian. It wasn’t like I’d be lying anyways. Finally, he looked at the bouncer and said, “Sorry man, I got carried away with my moves and hit the floor.”

  The bouncer looked at Ian again. Ian was still staring at Jeff. His breathing was heavy and his fists were clenched at his sides. I put my hand on his arm and slowly, I could feel him start to relax. “That what happened?” the bouncer asked him.

  Ian looked at me then and I tried to convey with my eyes that this was the best outcome. He looked back at the bouncer and said, “Yeah, he tripped and fell into me. I stepped back and he hit the floor. I think he hit his face. He might need an icepack and a ride home.”

  The bouncer didn’t look convinced, but I don’t think he really wanted to deal with it. “Okay, break up the crowd here everybody. Let the man up. Give him room to breathe.” He put his hand out and helped Jeff to his feet. Jeff looked at Ian and again, I felt his arm tense underneath my hand. He stood there, not moving or saying anything until the bouncer had led Jeff away.

  “Are you okay,?” I asked him.

  “I’m fine,” he said. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay,” I said. “A little insulted by what he said about my ass.”

  Ian grinned and pulled me back into him. I could feel him shaking as he held me. His muscles were still tense and I was suddenly overcome by how protective he was of me all of a sudden.

  “Thank you,” I said. “I didn’t want you to have to fight for me though.”

  He held his face back and looked at me. “I’d fight dragons for you, baby.” I shuddered and laid my head back against his chest. That was the most incredibly sexy thing that anyone had ever said to me. There was a lump in my throat as he held me against him and stroked my hair. That song stopped and another started and we continued to say to the music. After a while he slid his hands down my back and just quickly across my ass.

  “It’s the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” he said. “But I’m the only one that gets to touch it.”

  Tonight was the first time I’d ever seen him protective like this…almost possessive. I was almost embarrassed at how turned on it got me. I really didn’t want him getting into fights over me and getting into trouble, but it felt so good to know that he’d be willing to. I don’t know if that’s wrong or not, but regardless, I was extremely flattered. I pressed into him tighter. He had his face against mine and I felt him grin again.

  “You know, there’s a really big bathroom in the back. We could slip in there and…”

  Was he really suggesting that we have sex in public? Dampness of my panties all of a sudden aside, I’d never even considered it. “You mean the unisex bathroom over there in the corner?” I said in a seductive voice. What the hell was I thinking?

  “That’s the one,” he said in a low growl.

  “What were you going to suggest we do in there?” I asked him. I felt his lips on my neck. He lifted them long enough to say, “I was thinking maybe a prequel to the reward you were going to give me at home…”

  “Like a kiss?” I said, teasingly. He kissed my neck again and said, “Yeah, maybe more than one…” I felt his tongue trace along my shoulder.

  “On my lips?” I asked, breathlessly.

  “Sure, we’ll start there,” he said. The music stopped, but neither of us stopped moving.

  “Where will we end?” I asked him.

  “Wherever you want it to, baby.” I love it when he calls me baby.

  “Maybe we could just see where it leads us….” he suddenly stood up straight and grabbed my hand. He led me across the dance floor towards the bathroom. He didn’t even look around to see who was watching. He just stepped inside and pulled me in behind him. As soon as we were inside, he closed the door and locked it.

  I was nervous and excited at the same time. He leaned against the door and pulled me into him. His hands caressed my back and he ran his fingers through my hair and then let his hands brush down across my shoulders and arms, giving me goosebumps. He put his lips back on my neck and kissed and nibbled on it. I shivered and he pulled his head up and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his.

  “You like that baby?” I nodded. I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry. My panties were soaked. I guess that’s where all the moisture had gone. I nodded. I could feel him getting hard as he pressed up against me. He put his face in my hair and inhaled. “You smell so good.” Then he looked at my face again and said, “You’re so pretty, Alexa.” He let his hands rest on my waist as he kissed my lips then. First, he only kissed the bottom one. It was hot, and I moaned. He pulled me in even tighter and covered my mouth with his. He let his tongue slide in between my lips and began probing my mouth with it. I sucked on it and he moaned. His hands moved around behind me and squeezed my ass. I sighed and he grinned against my mouth and said, “Perfect, gorgeous, mmmm….” He moved around front and unbuttoned my jeans. I felt him begin sliding them down, running his hot hands against my skin as he did. It didn’t matter how often he touched me. Each time he did, I felt like I was on fire.

  He slid my jeans down slowly to my ankles and I stepped out of them, then he stood up and reached for my shirt. I put my hands up and let him pull it off. I was standing in a public restaurant in my bra and panties. I was shocked and so turned on I could hardly stand it.

  He kissed me again and let his fingers touch the wet spot in my panties. I jerked and gasp
ed as he slid a finger underneath the elastic and I felt his flesh against mine. I spread my legs, almost subconsciously. I wanted him to touch me and he didn’t disappoint. He let his finger probe between my wet lip, stroking my clit and making me shudder.

  “Oh Ian…”

  “Good baby?”

  “So good,” I breathed out. “I love the way you touch me.”

  “Mmm, I love touching you.” He pulled his hand out and I gasped again at the sudden cold feeling that washed over me. He moved forward, walking me backwards over to the sink and then he spun me around and placed my hands on it. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and slid them down. I kicked them off as I felt him unhooking my bra. I was facing the mirror now and I saw his hands slide around and cup my breasts. It was so erotic. I’d never watched it like this before.

  I felt him unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them halfway down and then I felt the head of his cock probing against me. He was rock hard and there was moisture at the tip. I thought he was going to slide it in and I was ready. He surprised me by sliding down so that he was on his knees. He pulled me back against his face and suddenly his tongue was probing inside of my pussy. I let out a long moan…probably too loud. Thank God for the loud music out there. He kissed and licked and nibbled. Then just when I thought all of that was going to make me cum…he sucked my clit into his mouth and held it between his teeth.

  “Ian! Oh God!” He sucked on it for a minute and then stood up. Moving his hand around front, he slid two of his fingers into my wet pussy. I was ready to come and he could feel it. He began moving them in and out of me while I bucked and thrust my hips back against him. While he did that, he took one of my breasts in his other hand and played with my nipple. His mouth was on my neck again…I felt like I was in heaven. It only took seconds before my head was exploding with an orgasm that tore through my body like a hurricane, leaving no survivors in its wake. I was moaning and crying out his name and he just kept doing what he was doing until I finished coming and shuddered violently back against him, gasping for breath. He took his hand out then and immediately replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock.

  “Hey! Are you okay in there?” There was a knock at the door and my eyes went wide. Ian grinned and yelled back, “Yeah, I’m fine. Be out in a few.” As he was talking, he was sliding his cock into me. The danger of getting caught…instead of discouraging me, seemed to increase my level of excitement. Or maybe it was just that he felt so damned good inside of me. I arched my back and pushed against him until he was all the way in. Then he held onto my hips and knowing we didn’t have much time left, he began to pound into me.

  I gripped the sink tight, every so often opening my eyes to look at his face in the mirror. Most of the time he had his eyes closed, but he looked so sexy when he was about to come. I loved watching him. “Oh baby, God Alexa…you’re so good, baby. You feel so fucking good!”

  “Mmm, you feel good Ian. God I love the way you feel inside of me.” I could tell by his grunts that me talking to him was turning him on more. “Yeah baby, just like that. It feels so good.” He groaned loudly and reached around with his right hand and let his fingers find my clit. My words were an incoherent jumble after that. He drove into me hard from behind and rubbed and pinched and twisted my clit as he did. There was zero chance that I wasn’t coming again. “Oh yes, Ian! Yes baby! I’m coming again! Oh God!” He sped up and as I came I could feel his muscles begin to tense. His cock swelled inside of me just before he came and he cried out. He worked it in and out a few more times before pulling out. He turned me around and kissed me deeply again. Dear God, I’d just had sex in a public bathroom…and I had loved it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ian

  I couldn’t believe how protective I felt when Jeff put his hands on Alexa. I wanted to rip his head off and announce to everyone else in the room that I’d do the same to them if they touched her. I’d always been protective of Emma, but she was my sister, so that was different. The thought of Jeff touching Alexa had sent a shocking surge of rage through me. If we hadn’t been in a public place and Alexa hadn’t been there to make me realize it was a bad idea…I may not have stopped with one punch. I wasn’t the jealous type, or the possessive type. But the thought of anyone experiencing what I did with Alexa when we were alone, was enough to drive me crazy.

  I was shocked too when she agreed to go into the bathroom. She doesn’t always say it, but I can tell that a lot of the things we do sexually are new to her. I started having sex way too young. I’d had sex with a lot of women and in a lot of places and positions. None of it even came close to comparing to what I felt like when Alexa and I were together. Before it had always just been sex. I’d been much more worried about my own pleasure than theirs. With Alexa, seeing the pleasure on her face is like an aphrodisiac.

  We danced a couple more times after our little tryst in the bathroom before I asked her if she was ready to go. It had been a really long day and I was beginning to feel it.

  “I’m ready when you are,” she said. We told everyone goodnight. It was nice to see that other than Jeff who I really couldn’t stand anyways, Alexa seemed to be hitting it off with my friends this time. We drove by the stadium to pick up her car and when she got out she said, “Thanks, it was fun.”

  I was suddenly confused and I felt like this awful weight was crushing down on my chest. Did I do something again? Had I been wrong to assume she was coming home with me? She must have seen the look on my face because suddenly she laughed and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. I was only kidding. I still have to finish giving you your reward for winning tonight. The bathroom was only a prequel, you said.”

  “You’re gonna get it for that,” I told her. She stood up and did a sexy little flip of her hair over her shoulder and said, “I can’t wait.”

  I followed her to the apartment and when we got inside we both collapsed onto the couch. We lay there for a while with me sitting up and her head in my lap. She had her eyes closed and I was tracing her pretty features with my fingers and running my hand through her silky hair. I wouldn’t have minded just sitting there like that all night looking at her. My neck was getting stiff though and my shoulders like they do sometimes after a particularly brutal fight. My right shoulder ached a lot. I think it may have had something with that last punch I threw…the one that took Jeff down. I switched hands and used my left one to pet her hair while I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck with my right. After a few minutes, Alexa opened her eyes and said, “Are you sore?”

  “Just a little stiff.”

  “Here,” she said, sitting up, “Let me do that.” I turned my back towards her and she started massaging my neck and shoulders. It felt really good and I had my head leaned forward and my eyes closed, moaning softly. “I’m not the best masseuse,” she said.

  “You’re doing just fine,” I told her.

  “You’re really tight. Does it help you to take a warm shower?”

  “Yeah, sometimes. When it gets bad I usually go down and jump in the pool for a while. It’s heated, so that usually helps.” She stopped rubbing me and sat back.

  “You have a pool downstairs and this is the first I’m hearing about it.”

  I grinned. “You like to swim?”

  “I love to swim,” she said. “Your sister and I were water polo champs in high school two years running. Were you not paying any attention at all?”

  I put my hands on her waist and kissed her neck. “Now that I know what I was missing, I sure wish I would have been.”

  “Let’s go take a swim,” she said. I looked at her face, wondering if she was kidding. It was like one a.m. and although it had been warm all day, it couldn’t be over fifty out there now.

  “Are you serious?”

  “You said it’s heated, right?”

  I laughed. “The water is, but not the air.”

  “Then we’ll stay under water,” she said with a grin.

  “Did you bring a suit?”

 
“No…I’ll wear your boxers.”

  I laughed. “They’re fine for around the house, but as soon as they get wet they’ll fall right off of you.”

  “And that would be bad?” she asked with a coy little smile. I grinned. What the hell was I doing trying to talk her out of this.

  “Okay then, let’s change.” I went and got her a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and she took the in the bathroom to change. I just shook my head. She was such a contradiction sometimes. One minute she was a vixen, reveling in sex in a public bathroom and the next minute she was acting like I’d never seen her naked before.

  “I’m ready,” she said, coming out in my ridiculously oversized clothes. She was holding two big towels and I thought at least the towel would cover her if the shorts didn’t hold up. I led her down the back stairs to where the pool was. I had a key to the gate, but technically we weren’t supposed to be in it after ten at night. I did it a lot during the summer though. As long as you were quiet, no one had to know. It was nice and deserted after ten.

  The night air was cold and the closer we got to the water, the more I thought about chickening out. The water would feel great, but the second we stepped out it would be freezing. I was standing with one foot in and one out, trying to decide if I really wanted to do this when I felt Alexa’s hands on my side. Before I realized what she was up to, I was in the water. I came up sputtering to find her still standing on the side, laughing.

  “You little punk!” I climbed out after her and she ran. I almost had her and she jumped into the pool. I jumped in after her. She took off swimming and as I chased her, I realized that the boxers I’d given her to wear were floating on top of the water. I stopped and picked them up. “Well, this is interesting.”