Max (A Carter Brother series Book 4) (28 page)

Naked from the waist up, I should feel exposed but I don’t. If anything, it makes me feel sexy and bold. Bold enough to grab the waistband of Max’s boxers and begin to pull them down.

His lifts up a little, helping me remove them from his luscious body. My eyes widen when his dick springs free, thick, long and slapping against his abdomen.

He grins. “Like what you see?’’ he asks, grabbing a hold of his large cock, giving it a few strokes before a groan slips out.

His fingers slip into the tiny shorts, slipping them down my legs along with my knickers. The cool air hits my heated sex and I have to bite my lip to stop the loud moan from escaping.

“Touch me,’’ I blurt out, the desire ruling all my senses.

“Fuck! I wanted this to last, but if you keep talking to me like that I’ll blow my load before I’ve even got my dick in your tight pussy.’’

“Max,’’ I moan.

He reaches between us, his fingers slipping through my wet sex. He leans down capturing my lips in a kiss while he continues to tease me between my legs.

“God, you feel so fucking good. So fucking wet.’’

“Please,’’ I beg, my hips arching to meet his. His dick brushes against my clit and I let out a whimper, the sensation overwhelming. My eyes meet his and my breath hitches. His eyes are darker now, the colour black, and I feel powerful that it’s me doing this to him.

I reach down, needing him to stop teasing me, grabbing his dick in the palm of my hands causing him to hiss in a breath.

“That feels so fucking good,’’ he grunts, his hips moving back and forth. “I’ve got to have you.’’

Finally!

My mind is screaming at him to hurry up and when he bends over the bed I’m confused for a moment, but then he produces a foiled wrapper and I smile.

“Where did you get that from?’’ I tease, wondering where the hell he could have gotten that. He has obviously lost his wallet and his other belongings, yet he’s managed to get a condom.

“You don’t want to know,’’ he grunts, rolling the condom down his engorged length.

“I do,’’ I grin, his fingers continuing to torture me.

“Let’s just say my granddad is a dirty old man. I didn’t even know they used condoms at their age,’’ he grunts before shaking his head. “Stop making me think about it.’’

“Okay,’’ I giggle, before reaching for him, needing to have his lips on mine. He gives me what I want, his lips pressing hard against mine, before he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I moan, grabbing onto him with such strength I’m worried for a second that I hurt him. Thankfully, the noises coming from him are only those caused from pleasure.

The tip of his dick presses against my opening causing my body to shiver as he slams into me with one hard thrust. My eyes roll to the back of my head and a silent scream leaves my mouth. I feel full, my sex stretched causing a slight burn. It’s a good kind of burn, though.

He stills, sweat beading across his forehead, his jaw tight as he concentrates on not blowing his load.

“Fucking hell, you’re as tight as I remembered.’’

Not knowing how to answer that, and not really wanting to talk right now, I move my hips. His hands at my waist tighten but it doesn’t stop me. The ache between my legs is building and I make a frustrated sound in the back of my throat.

“I’m hanging on by a thread, babe. I don’t want to hurt you.’’

“Fuck me,’’ I curse at him.

His eyes watch me for a few more seconds before he gets up on his knees, lifting my legs with him, pressing them against my chest. The new position causes him to go deeper and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. I’m so lost, so lost in him that I should be bothered I’m having sex in someone else’s home.

His hands hold my legs in position, his eyes dilated as he stares down at me. I wiggle my hips, needing him to move. It must snap something inside him because the next thing I know he’s pulling out and then slamming himself back inside me, causing a tight tingle to start in my lower stomach.

“Oh my God,’’ I scream out.

“What is it with you and that guy?’’ he curses, slamming himself back inside like he’s trying to punish me. God, with each thrust he’s lighting something up inside, something I’ve never felt before. It’s building and building; I don’t know how long I’ll have until it explodes. He feels so good.

I ignore his words and just admire his beautiful body. Sweat is glistening on his tight chest and his muscles flex with each thrust. He’s so sinfully sexy, it’s unfair.

I match his movements, meeting him thrust to thrust, both of us breathing heavily. One of his hands reaches between us, moving up my taut stomach before reaching my breasts. With one pinch of my erect nipple, I’m seeing stars. I scream out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my whole body tightening as my body arches off the bed almost painfully.

“Fuck! Fuck!’’ Max roars above me, slamming his hips one more time before his cock pulses inside me. I’m still sensitive, my body still pulsing with pleasure and feeling him come inside me has my core convulsing again.

“That was...’’ I start but don’t finish. I’m out of breath and feeling exhausted. I don’t even complain when Max drops his body weight on top of me with him still semi-hard inside me.

“Mind-blowing?’’ he finishes but I don’t answer. I’m not sure there’s a word in the dictionary that could describe how that felt.

His body weight begins to feel too much, the pressure weighing on me. Before I have a chance to ask him to let up, he’s screeching in pain.

“Stupid fucking rat. He’s attacked my balls,’’ he yells, rolling off me. I wince from the loss, but more because of the sudden movements.

“What are you talking about?’’ I ask, holding back laughter when I see the pain in his face.

I look down in time to see Thor jump across the bed onto Max’s foot. He squeals in pain falling from the bed. I roll over and watch in horror as he bangs his head on the bedside table before falling into a naked lump on the floor.

Thor walks to the edge of the bed looking down at Max. “Meow”

“Fucking rat,’’ Max hisses getting up. He grabs his boxers still keeping an eye on Thor.

“Come ‘ere, Thor,’’ I coo, picking the ball of fluff into my arms. He begins to purr, rubbing his cute little face against my chest.

“We got problems,’’ Max starts, still eyeing Thor warily.

“Max. You’re exaggerating. He’s just playing,’’ I tell him.

“Splinter has it out for me. Did you see what he did to me the other day at dinner? He nearly pissed on my leg,’’ he hisses.

“No, he didn’t,’’ I chuckle. “He was just rubbing himself against you.’’

“No, Lake, he wasn’t. He has it out for me. I swear he’s the reason my trainers were wet inside too.’’

“It was wet outside.’’

“Stop sticking up for Splinter. Just admit he has it out for me. He doesn’t attack anyone else or stare at them until they look away in fear,’’ he shudders and I giggle.

The other week Max had stayed to watch a movie with me, Harlow and Joan. Thor had been on the floor but once Max came and sat down next to me he jumped up onto the arm of the sofa and stared Max down. In the end Max had walked out, muttering about having to do something. Thor had instantly jumped in his place, curling into a ball and falling straight to sleep. 

“Stop being so stupid.’’

Thor jumps down from the bed and Max screams jumping backwards. Thor only stops for a second, looking at Max in annoyance before heading for the door.

“Can you let him out?’’

“I’m not going anywhere near Splinter,’’ he shudders, moving slowly back to the bed. I shake my head and grab my pyjama top that I keep under my pillow. When I’m dressed I jump out of bed, nearly tripping over when Max pushes past me to get to the safety of the bed.

“God, you are such a baby,’’ I grumble, opening the door to Thor who rushes out as soon as it’s open.

“Thank fuck he’s gone.’’

“Seriously, Max, lay off my cat or we’re going to have serious problems.’’

“Yeah, we are,’’ he grunts, moving the blankets.

“Shit, Lake. Were you a virgin?’’ he asks and my face flushes beet red. I walk over to the bed to see what he’s looking down at and find spots of blood on the sheets. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me? I was rough with you. Shit,’’ he hisses, pushing his fingers through his hair. “I’m not cut out for this shit. It was my first time. I’ve never taken someone’s virginity before. How could you not tell me?’’

I stare at him for a few seconds before snorting. I’ve most likely bled because he’s bigger than my ex-boyfriend. Someone I don’t even want to think about let alone talk about. It’s not because I had a bad experience, I didn’t. The sex hadn’t been pleasurable but he never took advantage of me. He’d been my life for so long, but it was all a lie. He wasn’t who I thought he was. No one knew the real him. Not until it was too late. He’s the bane of my existence. Just thinking about him is bringing back too many bad memories.

“Say something,’’ Max groans, looking red. “Were you a virgin?’’ he asks again, pointing down to the little red stain. It’s no bigger than a dot, but I could use it to my advantage. He should have asked me this last night. He should have respected me to at least ask me first. Last night still feels like a dream to me.

“I was, but you changed that last night,’’ I grin, lying through my teeth. Jumping over him, I move the pillows against the headboard and lean back on them, getting comfy. When Max doesn’t speak I turn to face him, wondering what’s going through his mind.

His face is a picture. He’s staring down, looking into space, a million emotions running across his face. It makes me want to giggle.

“I can’t believe I was drunk for my first time,’’ he whispers, sounding genuinely upset.

“Your first time?’’ I ask, trying to cover up my amusement.

“Yes. I’ve never taken a virgin before. I should have took my time, sweeten the moment, it should have been romantic and not in some bloody office. I can’t believe you’d do this to me.’’

“Um. It was my virginity, Max,’’ I tell him, smothering a giggle.

“Not everything is about you,’’ he snaps and I burst out laughing. He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads which only causes me to laugh harder. This is so fucking funny. He’s actually more upset that I didn’t make my first time special
for him.

“Why are you laughing?’’ he growls, looking annoyed with me.

“I’m lying,’’ I wheeze through laughter. “I lost my virginity with my ex boyfriend.’’

Still laughing, I don’t notice the sudden change in Max until I feel him move to face me. His body tenses and when I look over at him his face is like stone.

“You weren’t a virgin?’’ he grits out, causing me to laugh more. He needs to make up his mind which he’s more pissed about. The fact we’re even having this conversation right now is just ridiculous.

“No, Max, I wasn’t. Were you a virgin?’’ I ask teasingly.

“Fuck, no. I lost mine...’’ he loses his grin before his eyes turn sharply at me. “This isn’t about me. If you hadn’t just fucked me senseless I’d spank your ass.’’

I just roll my eyes punching his shoulder lightly.

“I’m fucking serious. If you and I are going to work out we need to be able to communicate. Joan talked to me about the importance of a relationship the other day and communication was on that list. If we can’t communicate we aren’t going to work out,’’ he mutters, shaking his head like he’s disappointed in me.

“You’re acting like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend,’’ I tease, shoving his shoulder a little.

“Um, that’s because we fucking are,’’ he grunts and my heart stops. My hands are frozen in my lap and I can’t look at him in fear of what he’ll see. I can’t be with him like that. I can’t get attached to him, but even thinking the words I know it’s already too late. If he knew the real me, the person I’ve hidden, the person who I will always be, he wouldn’t be with me. He wouldn’t want to sit in the same room as me. I’ve seen the way he is with his brothers and how loyal he is with them. There is no way he’d understand that I didn’t mean to do what I did. If I could go back and change that night I would. I would do everything, from the second I read that text, differently.

Max still talking snaps me out of my own thoughts. “You need to be a good girlfriend, though. You have to have sex with me whenever I please or when you’re in the mood. If you want to wake me up by wrapping your mouth around my cock, I’m game. Just saying. Or if you want to sit on my face and shake me awake some time, I’m good with that too. Okay, I’m game with anything that ends with me deep inside you. I reckon we should have rules...’’ he stops when he realises I haven’t spoken, giving me a look that breaks my heart.

He looks so happy. I know being in a relationship is the last thing he ever wanted and what he’s giving me is something I should be treasuring. Instead, I’m about to throw it all in his face, something I’m sure he’s been scared of.

But we can’t be together. It’s better to end this now before we get too invested. I can’t hurt him like that.

My heart feels heavy and I swear it’s breaking in two from just watching him trying to figure out what’s going on inside my head.