Chapter 38
PAIGE
Apparently, my stamina is much stronger than I gave it credit for. It’s almost ten o’clock and I’m still at Nathan and Arianna’s wedding.
Greedily, because I could eat a fridge full of food today to make up for lost time, I ate the entire gourmet meal. That was some of the best food I’ve ever tasted. I even managed to have a glass of champagne and feel surprisingly good, despite how unwell I’ve been.
For the millionth time today, I look across to Griffin Holmes’ table, watching his wife casually talk to Max’s mom. With no sign of him, I can only assume he’s helping Max and his brothers to carry out whatever prank they have planned for the newlyweds.
I’ve considered talking to Griffin several times, but every time I’ve thought about approaching him to question him about Marin and Alfie, something in my gut stops me. Now is not the time to cause a rift. This is Arianna and Nathan’s special day, and I’m not about to ruin it.
“Have you enjoyed yourself today?” Max finally returns.
I can only imagine he’s been messing with Arianna and Nathan’s two-story treehouse where they are sleeping tonight. Amongst the trees, there are another ten of different sizes and designs that Max’s mom has built on the ranch grounds. A ranch I had never known existed until today.
It’s beautiful, with pastures that go on for miles, a complete contrast to the city that’s less than an hour away.
Max takes the seat next to me when I tell him, “I’ve had a great day.
Your family are incredible.” They made me feel welcome.
“I love how you included your dad today.” After the ceremony, the reception was moved to a grand and elegant marquee inside the ranch grounds.
Max might have implied it was a small affair, but I don’t consider a couple of hundred people a small one.
When we returned from the family and very close friends-only ceremony, all the guests were waiting inside the marquee to greet the new Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
The Harts are so extra, without being overly garish with it; they are stylish, and everything about today has been pure class.
“At the heart of everything is my dad,” he says, sounding sad. “And without him, today wouldn’t have been the same. We were fortunate that he was having a good day today. Some days he isn’t… he’s just not the same.”
“Do you miss him?” I place my hand on top of his.
“Every day. I miss him sitting in the big office Nathan is now in. I miss asking him for advice, but most of all, I miss Sundays sitting on Mom and Dad’s porch, shooting the breeze.”
Sorrow and pain knot inside my stomach. “I’m so sorry, Max.” I can’t imagine what it must be like to watch your father disappear in front of you, changing into someone you no longer recognize.
He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it. “Thank you.” He changes the direction of our conversation. “I saw you dancing with Cole.”
“I think he’s warming to me.” He asked me to dance. Twice.
“He told me he’s so scared of you that you make his balls jump up inside of his body.”
I throw my head back and let out a great peal of laughter. “No way.” I cover my mouth with my hand.
“Yes, way. You used to make my balls shoot up inside my body, too. You still make them do that, but only because I come so hard when you suck my cock, baby.” He licks his bottom lip while staring at mine.
“It’s Bunny to you, remember?” I whisper, leaning in and moving closer to him.
I haven’t kissed him since we were in his apartment earlier.
He’s been too busy talking to family and friends, taking care of his mom, and dancing with her.
Then there were the speeches from each of his brothers, which went on forever but were hilarious from start to finish.
While he sat at the front table, I watched with hearts in my eyes throughout Max’s heartfelt speech.
I hate to admit it, but I can see myself falling for him; that is, if I haven’t already.
“Come with me.” He stands up to his full height.
“Won’t they care that we’ve gone?”
Max glances at the dancefloor filled with people enjoying themselves, shaking and moving to the incredible live band that has had everyone on the floor since the first dance. I notice Griffin Holmes has returned to his seat, confirming my suspicion that he was helping Max and his brothers.
“They won’t even notice we’ve left.” I answer my own question. No one is paying any attention to us.
“Let’s go.”
We run across the field toward a barn and burst through the double doors clawing and kissing each other until we can’t wait any more.
He clumsily searches for the switch on the wall, banging the door behind him as he finally finds it and flicks it on, flooding the barn with low, warm lighting.
I’ve never fucked in a barn before. With my lips firmly planted against his, I side-eye the space to discover boxes and boxes of supplies and liquor stacked high on racks along either side of the walls.
“It’s a storeroom. No one comes in here.
” He unzips my dress and removes it from my shoulder, stripping me, letting it pool around my feet.
He scoops me into his arms like he’s done dozens of times and walks hastily across the barn then places my ass on a giant table in the center of the room, our breath hotly mingling with desperation.
My hands move fast to undo his fly as he removes his bowtie and throws it on the floor. Then he undoes the top buttons of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, waving it around when it refuses to come off his wrists because his cufflinks are keeping his sleeves in place tightly.
Eventually, he throws it on the floor, his expensive-looking cufflinks along with it. He drags my panties to the side and lines his ready-to-go hard cock at my entrance, rubbing his head up and down my pussy lips. “Have you missed me, baby?”
I’m sure he calls me baby just to piss me off. “Yes.”
He pushes the head of his cock inside of me painfully slow, tugging down the cup of my bra, squeezing and caressing my tit gently at first then rougher, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my nipple, making it harden from his touch.
I widen my thighs to receive him and shift my hips to push his cock into me some more, being bold and showing him how much I’ve missed his touch. Having someone like him in my life, caring for me and Alfie in a way no one else ever has, makes me want to show him how much he means to us.
He’s the perfect man.
With a firm punch of his hips, he drives into me, stripping away everything but the sheer need to have him fill me up, and the way he’s stretching me feels heavenly.
It’s always felt like he was made for me.
Eyes locked, the whole world could go up in flames but in this moment, with him, like this, I wouldn’t care.
Max grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh so hard I know he’ll brand my skin with his fingerprints.
His gaze drops to where our bodies join, and he watches as he pushes himself in and out, inch by pleasurable inch.
He throws his head back and lets out a sound that’s closer to a roar as I clench tightly around him. I look up at him, taking in every inch of his sculpted muscles and defined abs, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your pussy is mine.”
He’s right, my body belongs to him and no one else. There is no one else for me.
Max presses his fingertips deeper into my skin, and as we find our rhythm, his pelvis rubs against my clit as we move together in perfect synchronization.
We both cry out in pleasure at the same time he widens his stance to give him more power behind his thrusts, teasing my orgasm to make an appearance.
I lay back on the table, wrapping my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to fuck me harder, letting my long hair flow off the tabletop and onto the floor.
“I need to come,” I moan.
He really loses it and fucks me up the table with rough hip thrusts.
“Milk my cock, baby.” He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock at the same time he moves back and forth frantically.
He grunts, his thrusts becoming frantic as I squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples hard.
“Fuck, yeah, come for me,” he orders, the corded muscles of his body tightening when I clench my inner walls around him.
He’s about to blow, and the veins in his neck thickening, his skin turning red from pent-up frustration, he growls, “Jesus fucking Christ. Come.” His voice thunders as if in pain.
His cock thickens inside of me.
And that’s it for me. I tip over the edge, my orgasm weaving its way through my body, and I cry out as it crashes through me.
“Ah, fuck.” With my body on fire, I shudder, my pussy clenching around his cock, thrashing and moaning as I lose control, pinching my nipples until they’re aching with pleasure.
“Good girl,” Max grits out, punching his hips into mine, his heavy balls slapping off my ass as he moves in immoral ways.
With one final pummeling thrust, he lets out a deep guttural groan and explodes inside of me, his cock pulsing and his body twitching as he jerks out the last of his release.
He fills me with his hot ropes of cum, and every one of his muscles is taut as his orgasm takes over his body. Our sweaty bodies, our breaths, our orgasms merge together, creating our own brand of surrender.
I can barely recall a time when I loathed him. That seems like it was so long ago now.
He lowers himself, pressing his firm abs against me, molding himself perfectly to me as the slightest move he makes has tiny aftershocks pulsing through us.
“I want to do this forever with you,” he says, planting soft kisses along my clavicle before moving to my lips.
“Me too.” I could spend hours exploring his hard body and never get bored.
A long groan of pleasure vibrates in his throat when I run my nails down the contours of his back.
Panting, coming down from his high, he releases his grip on my hips, his chest rising and falling. He slowly pulls back from our skin-on-skin embrace, locking his gaze with mine as if trying to etch this moment into his soul.
Grazing my temple with his thumb, he presses a soft kiss to my lips again, a tender juxtaposition to the way he just fucked me.
With his heart beating in time with mine, he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and I take the opportunity to kiss the rapid pulse on his wrist. I want to know what he’s thinking when his brows dip. It’s quick but I see it.
“Paige… I…” A burst of laughter and high-vibe chatter stops him from finishing his sentence.
“We’re naked.” I chuckle, throwing my hands over my boobs to hide them.
He grins down at me and slowly slides his cock out of my body.
“They won’t come in.” He leisurely eyes me.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He slides two thick fingers into my wet center, and I let out a sharp hiss as he pumps them in and out before spreading our combined wetness over my clit, sending waves of pleasure surging through my core again.
Everything he does makes my body feel like it’s been set ablaze.
Looking up at me through his lashes, he smiles before he says, “You’re all mine.”
“I’m yours,” I confirm on a husky moan.
I’d agree to anything at this point. Because the way he’s touching me feels impossibly sinful and I never want him to stop. I arch my back off the table, writhing against his talented fingers.
Mind, body, heart, and soul, I willingly surrender myself to him to cherish like a keepsake. And boy, does he take care of me all night and the next day, in his apartment, on his rooftop terrace, in his bed, shower, and hot tub, where he completely worships me.