Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
We kiss, and it’s hot and needy and unstoppable.
We’re clawing at each other, grabbing at the last bits of clothes. He whisks off my panties, and I tug down his boxer briefs, and we’re tumbling together on my bed. A tangle of arms and limbs, skin and flesh, bodies and hearts. He’s on top of me, and then I’m on top of him. His hands coast up my back again, fearlessly, then into my hair as he hauls me back down for another passionate kiss.
When he lets go, I’m so amped up, I blurt out, “Put me on all fours.”
His fantasy.
His wish.
But mine too.
He closes his eyes for a brief second, but he’s smiling. He’s smiling so wide, like I’ve given him a dream come true. What a wild thought. When he opens them, he says, “Are you sure?”
My lips curve up. “I’m serious about everything with you.”
He holds my face. “You’re my real favorite thing.”
Some men just say things, but I know Max means his words. This man adores me, and it’s such a thrill to feel the full weight of his affection. “And you’re mine,” I say.
I move to my hands and knees, shifting into a position I never thought I’d want. Or really, I never thought a lover would want to see me like this.
But as I bow my back, I’m hardly thinking about how I look to him. I’m simply feeling. The ache inside me. The trembles racing over my skin. The curl of pleasure intensifying in my stomach.
And the heady anticipation as Max kneels behind me, rubs his hands over my ass, then covers himself. He notches the head of his cock against me, and I gasp, sharp and fast. He pushes in. My skin tingles. He groans. He sinks into me all the way. Then he does as he promised a few nights ago.
I can still hear his words echoing in my mind. “Want to get you naked. Put you on all fours. Fuck you from behind. Touch you everywhere.”
He fucks me like that. It’s hard and passionate and fearless. No one would look at us and say we’re making love. But as he fucks me, I know that’s what we’re doing. He runs his hands up and down my back. He doesn’t shy away from my scars. He doesn’t hold back his lust. He groans and he grunts. He touches and he explores. Most of all—he shows.
He shows me with his actions that he’s not leaving.
As we’re both getting closer, he pushes on the small of my back and rasps hotly in my ear, “Lower your tits to the mattress.”
I shudder from the command.
That wasn’t what I expected him to say, yet it’s perfect too.
I drop down and with my face turned to the side, pressed into the bed, he covers me. Roping a powerful arm around my chest, he tugs me impossibly closer. Then he fucks me hard and powerfully, and I don’t even need a hand between my thighs to help myself along. All these raw emotions, all these wild, risky feelings storm inside me, whipping into bliss till I grab the sheets. I fall apart beneath him, and he pumps hard a few more times, then jerks, stills, and groans my name like I’m all he’s ever wanted.
The world spins away, and I let it go.
This is all there is, and I don’t want to give him up.
42
A BEAUTIFUL TRIAD
Max
I’m playing a long game, but sometimes the long game involves little things.
Like a regular London fog latte. Like her favorite egg sandwich for breakfast. Like an invitation to watch another movie.
I send the first two to her office a couple days later because I reason those can be easily passed off as something she’d ordered, if need be. Then, after I finish listening to a new class—I aced navigational tools and started one on the Pyramids of Giza—I toggle over to a graphics app I downloaded and make an invitation for movies and popcorn in a few nights’ time.
I’ve got an ulterior motive though. Maybe we can talk then. At the ice rink the other day, she said she wants the same things I do. Maybe we can start to figure out how the hell we’re going to get them. We’ve got one more community outreach event next week, so the timing feels right for a deeper conversation. A roll-up-your-sleeves kind of talk.
As Athena saunters into the kitchen with a sassy meow, I send the invite to Everly, then add one more note.
Max: You were right.
Everly: Yes to movies and popcorn of course. Also, what am I right about? Tell me now.
I scoop up the furball and snap a shot of her in my arms. I make sure she’s nice and snug against my bare biceps. I’m not above a little arm porn. I send the pic and a note.