Had To Make You Mine

by Kat Long

  I reached into her shorts, pushing them down and letting my fingers trace her perfect pink slit, teasing her clit, not touching her exactly where she needed it. The second my fingers got close, her hips thrust towards me in a silent plea for more.

  I agreed. This was why I was here, why I was carrying her over to the couch and laying her down. She spread her legs wide, and I wasted no time kicking off my pants and grabbing a condom from my wallet.

  “Are you ready for me?” I rubbed my hands down her smooth thighs, and she took the condom, rolling it down my length.

  “Oh my god, yes,” she said, tipping her legs open further and beckoning me closer with a finger. I leaned down and gave her one long lick, needing to taste her. Her hips bucked against my face, and I smiled, licking my lips.

  “I love this pussy, baby,” I said, nuzzling her thigh, “I love this body.”

  I lowered myself on top of her, fitting perfectly between her legs, and aligned my cock with her entrance.

  “You were so damn sexy tonight. I loved watching you play, watching you move on that stage like you owned it.”

  I slowly pushed in one glorious inch at a time, feeling her clench around me. Taking her hands in mine, I lifted them above her head, pinning them down and leaning forward to claim her lips. I kissed her like she was my air, like it was the only thing to do to keep on living. I poured myself into the kiss, hoping she understood what I was trying to say without words. Her entire body shivered under me as I sank home, knowing this was where I belonged for the rest of my life.

  Holy fuck. The words sank in, and I knew it was true. I belonged with her. I was made for her. Every moment of my entire life has led up to this, being inside the most beautiful girl in the entire world and knowing that she was mine. Forever.

  I slowly and methodically plunged in and out of her warm wetness, letting go of one of her hands to skim down her neck to her breasts. Running my palms over one nipple then the other, I watched them pebble under my touch.

  “Don’t leave me again,” she moaned, tilting her hips up to meet mine. I understood what she was asking, what she needed.

  “I won’t.” Groan. “I promise.” Thrust. “I need you. I need us. I won’t ever leave you, Blue.”

  “You have all I am, Max,” she said, reaching up to run her fingers down my face. Her touch was electric, like flames licking up my skin.

  We were both tiptoeing around the words, not saying them yet. But we both felt it; both knew it was real. Annaleigh’s head fell back, and she closed her eyes, gripping me with her delicate walls. She was quivering around me, and I could feel her desire, her need. It matched mine.

  Letting go of her other hand, I lifted her and wrapped both arms around her waist, smashing her breasts to me and loving the feeling of her hard nipples dragging across my chest. I watched her closely as we slowly built the pace and found our rhythm. I moved faster, and she met me thrust for thrust, our hips smacking together.

  “Close, Max. More. Harder.” Her words were breathy and pained as she gripped my shoulders and chased her release.

  Snaking one hand between us, I rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles, laying her back down and pushing her hard into the cushions. She was so warm and tight, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. We were shaking the whole couch when I felt her body tense.

  “I feel you. That’s it. Come for me, Blue. I’m right there with you, baby.”

  I didn’t want this to end. But when I felt her tighten around my cock and come apart, lightning shot up my balls, and my cock swelled. She was gripping me so tightly, so sweetly, I couldn’t hold back a second longer. Growling her name, I exploded, coming so hard I almost blacked out. She threw her legs around my waist, connecting us, binding us together.

  Collapsing on top of her, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her neck, leaving hot, open-mouth kisses in my wake.

  “Mine, Blue. You’re mine,” the words were a promise, a commitment.

  “I was never anyone else’s,” she answered, relaxing her legs and pulling me to her lips. She tasted like mint and bourbon. She tasted like home.

  - 27 -

  LEAVING BLISS BURIED

  Annaleigh

  All too soon, morning light streamed in the curtains, and I felt a distinctly rough tongue lick my hand. Said hand was currently the only part of my body not touching Max.

  God, I loved waking up with him. I barely remember making it upstairs and falling into bed last night. I only remembered him pulling me close and holding me tight. He made me feel cherished. He made me feel desperate. He made me feel loved. It felt like things were back to normal, back to the way they were supposed to be. I pulled my arm back underneath the covers and tried to stretch.

  Max had one leg thrown over mine and his arm across my chest, resting on my breast. I could feel his breath tickle my neck, heavy and even. He was still very much asleep and looked so peaceful, like all the weight he carried had melted away. Tracing one hand up his arm, he didn’t shift an inch. Maybe I could scoot away and let him sleep longer.

  Baxter put two paws on the bed and whined, nudging his face under the covers. “I know, bud, I’m getting up,” I said, stretching one leg to the edge of the mattress.

  I was almost free when Max’s cell phone rang. All three of us jumped with the noise, and Max untangled himself from me long enough to look at the screen before laying it back face down.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said, reaching over to drag me closer and run his stubble over my neck. I felt something thick and hard pressing into my back, and I rubbed my ass against it, earning a thrust and a growl. “I like this Blue, waking up with you, being in your space. Feeling your tight ass pressed against my cock.”

  Baxter let out another whine, and Max groaned. “Okay, bud. I’m up. Bathroom, coffee, then walk,” he said, planting a wet kiss on my neck.

  With a squeeze to my thigh, Max got up, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and went to the bathroom, leaving the door cracked enough for Baxter to follow him in. Hilarious. Not only had we broken the dreaded bathroom barrier, but I was also sure Baxter was glad there was another guy around that peed standing up.

  I stood up and stretched, pulling on Max’s shirt. His phone rang again, and I glanced over to his side of the bed. His mother was calling. It looked like she’d been calling since yesterday.

  He walked out of the bathroom with Baxter hot on his heels and came up beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let me take the boy for a walk, then let’s crawl back in bed, baby.”

  “Hmm, yes please,” I said, scratching my nails up his arms. “Your mom called again. Shouldn’t you answer?”

  “Nope,” he said, kissing my neck and grabbing his glasses. I knew they had a terrible relationship, but her persistence made me uneasy. As if he knew what I was thinking, his expression softened, “If she calls again, I’ll answer. Now, what should we do today?”

  “Today? Don’t you and Bird, um, Warren have plans later?”

  “I told you, baby. I’m not leaving. Whatever plans we have include you.”

  Smiling, I nodded, just as his phone rang again. His posture stiffened, but he smiled and gave me another open-mouthed kiss before leaning down to pick up his phone.

  Answering, he held his phone with his neck and put on his glasses, sitting on the edge of the bed. Wanting to give him privacy, I headed to the bathroom and then downstairs to make coffee. As I tiptoed around, I heard him raise his voice. I hoped his mother wouldn’t cause him any more stress, but I remembered all the horror stories Bird used to tell me about how manipulative they were.

  It was still early, so I opened the back door and let Baxter out for a quick potty break. He did his business, running back inside and up the stairs to pester Max for a longer walk.

  I started a dark roast brew first, taking out the cream, then reached in the cabinet fo
r my hazelnut K-cup. His hard footfalls came down the steps. Slow and methodical, with Baxter hot on his heels, tail wagging. He was raking his hand through his hair. His face was blank, and his skin was pale.

  “What’s the matter? What happened?” I handed him the coffee cup, but he pushed it away, gripping my wrist like I was his lifeline. His hair was sticking up in every direction, and his glasses were askew.

  “It’s my father. He had a heart attack.” His voice was flat and emotionless, much different from the erratic expression on his face.

  Oh no.

  I put my hand on his chest and laid the coffee down, taking his other hand in mine. Guilt and anger clouded his vision, and his hand felt limp and sweaty.

  “I’m so sorry. What happened, Max?”

  He pulled his hand away and looked at the floor, defeated.

  “My mother said I needed to get back to Chicago immediately. God, she said it was my fault, Blue. Said he was all worked up because I wasn’t answering the phone. What the hell is the matter with me? I should have tried harder. I am ungrateful.”

  Holy fuck, his parents were manipulative.

  What kind of mother would do this to a child? I remembered one story Bird had told me. His father lied about an illness to trick him into coming home after he ran away as a teenager. I should give them the benefit of the doubt, but any parent that would choose status over children didn’t deserve the benefit of anything.

  I pulled his head down to mine and kissed his forehead. He was clammy and shaking. Taking a shuddering breath, he wrapped his arms around me tight, and I hugged him back just as hard until his heartbeat matched mine.

  How could he not question his mother’s motives?

  “Max, baby, no. This is not your fault, not at all. Your mother was wrong to put this on your shoulders. Are you sure that’s what she said? Would you like me to go with you?” I said, talking to his chest and feeling him tense.

  Pulling himself from my arms, he threw his hands in the air and scrubbed them over his face. “Am I sure? Yes, I’m fucking sure. My mother wouldn’t lie about something like this. I have to go to the airport and see if I can catch a flight today. You stay here.”

  I could see the anger in his eyes. He was furious at himself, questioning all his choices up to this moment and lashing out at me. Baxter followed him as he paced the room, clenching his fists and taking deep breaths. I paced with him, twirling my hair, and wondering how much I should push. I could clear this up with one simple phone call, and I had no issue eating crow if I was wrong.

  “Max, are you sure your mother is telling the truth? Maybe you should call the hospital.”

  All of his guilt and anger broke through the surface, but I had to question him. Something wasn’t right. But the closer he moved to the door, the more rational thought left him.

  “This is bullshit! There is no time to call the hospital. I have to go straight to the airport,” he said.

  “Shouldn’t you shower? Pack? Call Warren? You told me you wouldn’t leave, Max.”

  I leaned into him and brought my hands to his face so he would look down and meet my eyes. But he shook himself from my grasp.

  His face was hard, like always, but it was his eyes that had me biting my tongue. They were fiery, hard, unyielding. It was like he’d snapped.

  “Are you not listening to me? My father had a heart attack. Jesus, I’m not leaving forever,” he said with a voice still emotionless. I almost wish he had yelled. This dead, monotone voice he was using scared me. “My mother is making me feel guilty enough, I don’t need it from you too.”

  He was halfway up the stairs before he looked back like he wanted to say something else. His emotions were getting the better of him, and that was understandable, but speaking to me like that was not.

  “You need to stop it right there, Max,” I said, crossing my arms before he could say anything else. “I get you’re stressed, but you need to think hard about your next words and the direction this conversation is going. There are some things you won’t be able to take back.”

  For one moment, I saw my Max shining through his dark eyes, and I moved closer to him. But in a blink, he was gone, and the angry beast reared its ugly head again.

  “Trust me. There are many things I wish I could take back, Blue. I’ll call you later,” he said, running up the stairs.

  In a blink, he was back, with his shirt rumpled and his shoelaces untied. His eyes softened for a moment, and he reached out and stroked my cheek with his fingers.

  With a half-hearted wave, he ran out of my life as fast as he ran into it. I closed the door and sagged against it until Baxter nudged my hand again. I was seriously neglecting my dog-mom responsibilities today. My fur-baby needed a longer walk.

  I ran up the stairs and grabbed my phone, sending a quick text to Bird in hopes he could talk some sense into Max. Regardless of his relationship with his parents, if his father was sick, Bird needed to know.

  I rooted around for a sports bra as I thought about last night. We were so damn close to saying I love you. I wondered if that was screwing with his head. It sure as hell was screwing with mine.

  But he was worth it; we were worth it. That was what mattered. I let my insecurities go last night in his arms, and there was no question, I was in love with Max Smerdon. And I needed a nap. Maybe I could bribe Baxter with raw-hide and take one after our walk.

  I finished getting dressed and took a quick sip of coffee, bending down to get Baxter’s leash when the doorbell rang. What did Max forget?

  I walked to the door and opened it, ready for a kiss and an apology. But no one was there. I stepped onto the porch, looking left and right. But the street was empty. Baxter licked my hand, and I grabbed my phone and key, locking the door and heading to the park.

  The air was warm and breezy, but my skin felt itchy like something was wrong. Baxter stayed pressed to my side like he could sense it too. We paused before turning the corner, and Baxter stopped, his hackles raised. I gripped his leash and turned around, my breath catching in my throat.

  Benjamin’s squinty eyes looked at me, unfocused and leering. His shirt was wrinkled and untucked, and his hair was a mess. He was swaying, and I could smell the alcohol wafting off him. But his eyes scared me the most. He looked like a rabid dog about to attack.

  We’d only been walking for five minutes? How long had he been following us?

  Baxter growled low, baring his teeth with raised hackles. I wrapped my wrist around his leash, pulling him tight to me. I could feel my palms getting slick, and my tongue felt too big in my mouth. My phone was tucked in my leggings, and I inched my hand closer as my eyes darted around for someone, anyone close.

  “Put that hand by your side, or I’ll show you what’s behind my back,” he said, bringing his hand to his lips like he was blowing on the barrel of a gun. Baxter growled, and I had no choice but to listen, lowering my hand to the side.

  My mind was racing, and I tried desperately to remember Baxter’s training. He was a big marshmallow, far from an attack dog, but there was a command they taught us. Something to use in an emergency. It was a Russian word, no German, and I racked my brain while Benjamin swayed. My feet felt like two cement blocks, and I willed them to move, knowing I could outrun this asshole.

  “Your boyfriend stormed out of here pretty fast. Did you finally tell him about us?”

  He moved closer, and I managed to take one step back. My heart was pounding in my ears, and terror narrowed my vision. “I was hoping you’d be fired after my little side piece took those pictures, but me getting fired works just as well. It’s not like I have to work. Now we can be together.”

  “You are delusional!” I hissed, taking another step away. I wasn’t trying to be quiet. I wanted to get noticed, wanted someone to see what was happening. I kept a firm hold on Baxter’s leash, making sure there was no confusion with my ne
xt words. “I would never be with you! We have never been together. You violated the restraining order, and I will press charges. Leave me alone, now!” I was practically yelling, taking a step back with each one he took forward. My eyes darted in every direction, and I saw a runner on the other side of the road, willing him to call the police.

  “No, Princess. I’m not leaving. I love you. I did all this for you! You can even keep the stupid mutt!”

  He spread his arms wide, like he was making some grand gesture by following me at nine in the morning, drunk. Not only did he admit to having his side piece or whatever take those pictures, but he also all but admitted he was the one that hurt Baxter. This was getting out of control fast. I knew what I had to do. I slowly unwrapped my hand from Baxter’s leash, giving him slack. The grass was squishy with the morning dew as I bent my legs and prepared to run, stepping back to the sidewalk. Baxter pressed harder to my side, teeth bared and growling as if he knew what I was about to ask him and was ready.

  My vision was crystal clear, and everything slowed down. I knew what was going to happen before it did. Benjamin reached behind his back at the same time I yelled, “Fass!” as loud as I could. Baxter lunged, snarling, all traces of my sweet marshmallow gone, and sunk his teeth into Benjamin’s scrawny leg with a vicious growl. Benjamin’s eyes got wide, but I wasn’t sticking around a second longer.

  I took off running, letting go of his leash and pumping my arms, focusing on my porch. I heard Benjamin scream, and I looked over my shoulder, tripping in my flip-flops and face planting on the sidewalk. I let out a sharp cry, my hands shaking with adrenaline.

  “Baxter! To me!” I yelled, scrambling up and making it to my porch a second before he did.