***MaxOne week laterThrowing my bag on the couch I grab a beer from the fridge. I just got back from Chicago helping with a skyscraper my dad took on. They couldn't get the clearance due to its shape and location, so I went and did what I do best. Negotiate and helped change a few things. My dad is bullheaded, stuck in ways and everyone should move around his views.Sitting in my recliner I glance out the window. Rae has been on my mind since the night I dropped her off. My phone buzzes in my hand and I nearly spill my beer in my hands. It's Mom, shit."Hey Mom," I answer."Son, did you just get back into town?" she asks, car engines sounding in the background."Yeah, just now.""Your father is out of town 'til tomorrow, and your sister is dealing with the wedding. I thought I'd come by for dinner tonight, meet your girlfriend, and play catch up?" she asks and I sit upright in my chair."Um, tonight?" "Yeah, I'll be there at seven. Love you!" she hangs up and
Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room."What?" he shrugs.A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up.They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into? "Your mother is never going to believe a steady girlfriend stays over here." I shake my head, dropping the lingerie to the floor.Resting his elbows on the counter I can tell he's flustered and annoyed. His hat drops to the granite as he runs his hands back and forth through his hair."Why don't you cook, and I'll break out the hazmat suit?" I suggest, trying to help. I can tell his mother coming over here has him undone.Slowly he lifts his head. "You sure?"Putting my hands on my hips I swallow hard. This is going to be hard. I hate cleaning."Mhmm." I give a tight
Max's mouth drops, and the bite of bread he just took falls to the floor."Charming," Becca sneers, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. Her right hip popped out, and hand placed on it delicately. I shrug, proud of myself.Her eyes take me in, reminding me I'm wearing pajamas. Thankfully, she doesn't say anything."Let's eat!" Max slaps his hands together, attempting to break the tension.If I really were seeing Max, I would have done two things by now.Run, or set Mommy Dearest straight from day one.***Sitting at the table I help myself to some of Max's spaghetti. It's smells amazing."So how long is Dad out of town for?" Max asks his mother.She waves her hand around. "I don't know. Tomorrow I think."Slurping a noodle into my mouth his mother arches a brow in my direction. Sauce slaps against my cheek as I take in the last inch. "Do you have any garlic, babe?" I question. Wanting to add some to my spaghetti.They both freeze, the tension in the roo
"What?!" My outburst has him rushing to me and slapping a hand over my mouth. The feel of him against me, and the way his sexy eyes look down at me I can't help my core tightening. "My mother is already asking questions about us. I need you to stay the night with me, in my room," he whispers. His hand slowly falls from my mouth, his index finger catching my bottom lip.I'm not strong enough. I'm not strong enough. I'm not strong enough. "I promise to stick to the rules," he gives a curt nod. Him acting like a gentleman makes me want to jump his bones that much more.Nervous, I play with my bottom lip and look at the counter mindlessly. "Okay," I mutter, scared out of my mind of what is in store for me tonight. I follow him into his room, and he rubs the back of his neck anxiously."So, does one of us sleep on the bed, and the other on the floor?" I arch a brow, curious how this is going to work."I don't think that's a good idea. If my mother comes in here in the morning
"No, I was talking about your cock. I was surprised to see it so hard too. Maybe it's those little boy underwear making it look so manly," I retort.The bed dips, and in a millisecond I feel Max slam his hands on each side of my head, his hard, warm body resting its weight on mine, and his minty breath in my face.He thrusts his hips in between mine and my eyes roll in the back of my head. My hands defy my brain and slide against his smooth chest."Does this feel like it's lacking?" he growls, as the tip of him brushes against my clit. My heart is beating in my chest so wildly I can barely breathe. The red flag of heartache waving in the background starting to blur. I know in my heart I can't accept Max as a one-night stand. I am genuinely attracted to him on levels way past attraction. The way he makes me laugh. The feel of his hand on my hip when we're around a crowd. I want more."Rules," I breathe out in a rush of lost air, desperate to get them out before we pass a line
I find myself pushing at his chest as my legs wrap around his thighs pulling him closer. My body battling with the pain and pleasure rocketing through me.He swoops his hands under me, sliding along my back as he thrusts in and out of me."Do you feel that?" he asks against my ear. "That's me fucking you, Rae." He kisses the shell of my ear, thrusting into me with one hard jerk of his hips. I can't contain the moan that rips through my entire body. His own back arching with every slow drive in and out of me. His hips grind and swirl as he hits something inside of me that has me seeing spots every time. I roll my lips onto one another, as I stare into his blue eyes. They're glossed with pleasure, a look crossing his face I've never seen before.My stomach suddenly knots, my heart thuds a little harder in my chest as we just stare at one another. Not speaking a word, our bodies are doing the talking. Which is probably for the best, because it seems like we just piss each othe
Max stands, his perfection of an ass greeting me hello this morning. He grabs a pair of jeans and shuffles in them before putting on a shirt. Sliding to the end of the bed I retrieve my own clothes. "Call Quinn to pick you up, I don't want you in a cab," Max demands with a possessive tone. His feet coming into view as I'm putting on my own shoes.He looks over his shoulder, a pensive look on his face."What?" I ask a little uneasy."We don't have to do this wedding thing you know," his brows furrow, a misplaced tone I don't recognize deep in his voice.Pulling my shirt over my head, I look at him flabbergasted."What? No, we can't miss your sister's wedding. We have to go," I tell him. "Why would you not want to go all of a sudden?"He turns back around, his shoulders tensing as the room grows silent."No reason," he replies, but I don't believe him. Something is wrong, but what?I pull on my shorts from yesterday and when I look up I see a brass key in my face. A
I lean forward and turn the music up to avoid anymore of her prying. Her head snaps my way, her brows rising. She pushes the off button with haste."Mom, I'm not talking to you about this," I warn her. Not that I would even know where to begin. Last night wasn't like anything I've experienced before. I see Rae as a friend – the type that you want to fuck but you're afraid your dick might ruin the friendship part. "Well, just make sure she has something to wear to the wedding. Her taste in apparel is something else." She rolls her window up, turning on the air conditioner. "I'd rather her wear nothing, but I'll see what we can do," I jab, and my mother laughs."If you think that's going to make me blush and turn the other way... you don't know me very well. I invented sex." She leans over slapping me in the back of the head.I have nothing to say back to her about that. I just pull into the lot. She opens the door and carefully gets out."Call me later. Let me know if you