Fourteen
Max
I felt like a sack of shit as she stared up at me with a tortured expression.
I toyed with lying, saying I’d overheard some shit or something like that at her father’s party. Either that or throwing Mia under the bus, but the truth prevailed.
The way she stood before me, looking so small and fragile suddenly made me want to pull her into my arms. Amber made me feel soft in a way that I wasn’t.
“Was it my father or Mia?” Amber prompted with a jut of her chin. She jerked back when I went to touch her again and uncrossed her arms. At that point, I recognised that her father and Mia must have been the only people who knew.
Amber’s wide eyes sank into me and I dropped my hands to my sides, exhaling slowly. “Your father told me.” Although my voice was low, she heard my confession through the ballad playing in the ballroom.
Amber’s breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she looked up toward the ceiling, exposing her slender throat.
I wanted to hold her but knew she needed a moment to digest my words.
After a couple of beats, she faced me again with flashing eyes. “He had no right,” Amber whisper-snarled. Temper shook her small frame. I had never seen her so angry.
My spine stiffened as annoyance bled into me and I stepped into her personal space, “You’re his daughter, he had every fucking right. He worries about you.” The volume of my voice increased as rage flooded between us; like the banks of a river had burst.
Shaking her head Amber glanced behind me as her hands curled into fists. “So, Daddy told you what happened to me and I became your pity party?” she huffed almost to herself. “Is that why we’re here?” Amber motioned the room around us with one hand.
“Partly. But it isn’t about pity Amber, you need protection. You’re surely not dumb enough to think that there isn’t a chance that Harker will try and contact you.”
Her nose scrunched, joining the freckles there, “He’s in prison so there is little chance of that.”
As Amber lifted her dress and went to move past me, I stopped her escape with a hand on the wall by her head, blocking her in. Her eyes widened at the gesture and she smoothed her fingers down the satin of her dress. Even though she was riled the woman still carried herself with dignity.
“He’s not,” I explained.
She wasn’t listening, “I can’t believe my father sold me out. I almost feel violated.”
I felt like pointing out that that was exactly what that prick Harker had done to her but I kept my mouth shut. I knew timing was important during these types of moments.
“Yes, your father confided in me but you need to get some perspective. Didn’t you hear what I said, Alexander Harker isn’t in prison. He’s out.”
Her brow scrunched further in confusion as panic set in, “What do you mean? Daddy said he got six years?”
Amber wrapped her arms around her body, looking vulnerable and confused.
I waved away a waiter who approached our location with a tray of champagne flutes. It was a rude gesture but I had bigger problems. What if Amber became hysterical? I knew I shouldn’t have told her in such a public place, even if we were out of the way of the other guests.
“He did but he’s been paroled early,” I explained, softening my tone on purpose. Amber leaned back into the wall and I removed my hand from beside her head .
I honed in on her face which was full of expression feeling like the biggest dick on the planet. She continued to hug herself, it was a defensive move I had seen her do before.
After a beat her hands dropped by her sides again, her knuckles white.
“No. You’re lying,” she snapped, chewing on her bottom lip.
I ground my teeth. “Do I look like I’m taking the piss? Believe me when I say Alexander Harker is a free man.”
Amber blew out a breath as she asked, “When?” Her voice was a whisper and I realised she had lost some of her steam but it didn’t last long.
“As of today.”
Her bright green eyes widened and I could see myself in their reflection. “Today?” Her tone of voice was full of anguish and I felt another bolt of regret dart into me. I had been the one to cause that, in a roundabout way and it made me feel like shit.
I paused and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“So, that is why we’re here. My father asked you to bring me to this to stop me from seeing him.”
She was smart, you had to give the girl that, “At first yes, but then things changed between us, and...”
“And?”
“He asked me to look out for you the night of the party.”
Amber yanked her hands over her hair so hard that a portion of it came free from its clasp. “So, everything that’s happened in the lead-up to this night was all lies. It’s all been about ‘looking out for me’ distracting me at Daddy’s behest? I should have known that your nice behaviour towards me was all an act.”
There was no point in lying now, the truth was out. “Not everything. Yes, he did ask me to bring you tonight but after things changed between us, I would have wanted you here anyway. ”
“Well don’t do me any favours,” she snarled.
“It wasn’t an act!”
Amber wasn’t listening as she said partly to herself, “And to think I saw this as a date.”
Her comment confused me and I spoke too soon, “A date?” My tongue tripped.
Hurt flashed through her features and I inwardly cursed myself. I watched, feeling helpless as a strange twisted realisation filtered into Amber’s face. I had hurt her, “Now it makes perfect sense. It’s all been about what my father wants. I must say, I had you down as an arrogant dick but not a brown-nosing liar.”
“It’s not about that, it’s—it may have been at first but—.” I was now babbling like a moron. A lifetime of repressing my emotions had not left me well-practised in how to make this type of shit right. My knee jerk reaction to Amber thinking we were out on a date had surprised me. I’d liked that thought and yet, I never dated. Not really.
“Is that the reason you slept with me too? Your reward for doing Daddy’s bidding?”
“Don’t do that. You know that’s not true.”
“I thought you liked me, Max,” Amber groaned, her hands gesticulating fiercely.
“I do for fucks sake,” I snarled, jabbing a hand through my hair in frustration. I glanced around, ready to tear anyone looking our way a new one.
Amber was hurting badly, her entire expression showed that clearly and for once, I fully saw beneath her surface. “I can’t believe I’m such a fool. I should have realised that it was too good to be true. I said I’d never trust a man again and now look. I can’t believe I’m here—again.”
That pissed me off. She was using the news about Harker and my helping her father to put that old wedge back between us. “What the fuck does that mean? So, I promised I’d look out for you but the other stuff between us has nothing to do with that.”
She pushed against my chest but I held firm saying, “I need to be alone. I can’t deal with this shit right now.”
I wrapped my hand around her wrist and lowered her hand from my chest. “I agree it isn’t the place to hold this discussion.” After a glance around the ballroom which was getting busier by the second, I attempted to reason with her, “Look, let’s find a room so we can talk properly, like normal people.”
“Normal, you? Don’t make me laugh. I think we’re done, Max. And you can stick your stupid job.”
“Don’t shut me out and go back into hiding. We’ve come so far in the short space of time. Don’t let this ruin it.”
Her armour was back in place although the tremble in her voice gave her away, “Ruin what? We fucked, so what. Don’t make out that it meant anything to you. I felt down after talking about my mother and we got it on, end of.”
“So that’s all it was to you? A quick screw to cheer yourself up?” I thundered at her over the music. We had drawn several pairs of curious eyes but I didn’t care. If the bouncers appeared to escort me out, they could fucking try.
“I didn’t sleep with you to cheer myself up. My reasons are more fricking worthy than yours.”
“How so?” God, I wanted to shake some sense into her and I had never put my hands on a woman.
“Because you slept with me as a distraction tactic on my father’s orders.”
“So, I fucked his little girl to distract her, do you honestly think that’s what happened that night?”
“You did it to get closer to me so you could play a part. Either that or a pity fuck. My god, I don’t know which is worse,” she shrugged, her eyes narrowed into slits. Amber’s face was flushed but she didn’t cry. Not one tear. Of course not, the woman was incapable of showing that level of emotion. That icy wall of hers was now back in place.
I needed to put the record straight. “Look, I found out about Harker after we spent the night together so it’s not like I lied to you.”
Amber stomped her foot, her shoulders stiff, “You lied by omission.”
She then took a step towards me, attempting to get in my face which, under normal circumstances, would have been funny, her being so short. “I don’t believe you. I think you’ve been lying to me all along. I was a project to you and that’s all. It had nothing to do with you caring one jot about me, it was all about crawling up my father’s arse.” One long fingernail waved in front of my face. I hated being pointed at but now was not the time. I moved a couple of steps back giving Amber some room to vent and she started pacing in front of me. “And to think I thought you were different. But no, just another manipulative scheming male. You made me start to feel something again.” Amber paused and then stopped to glare at me, adding, “I think I hate you.” She said in a quiet voice.
THUD! It felt like someone had punched through my chest cavity.
I washed a hand over my face before saying, “No, you don’t. You hate him , and so you should. Harker is the one that fucked you up. You’re in panic mode due to finding out he’s out. And I know that must be a cluster fuck of the century but don’t take that out on me—on us.” I said, motioning between us.
Her expression darkened and her lip curled at one side, “On us? Don’t talk to me like you know anything about me or what happened with Zander.”
And I snapped, grabbing Amber by the top of her arm, and hauling her towards me. “Don’t fucking say his name to me,” I snarled down into her face. She tried to pull away but my fingers tightened.
Amber barked a bitter laugh and stopped struggling, realising it was useless. “Why? Does the thought of me with him make you jealous?”
She was right. Jealously as hot as molten lava pumped through me .
A muscle in my jaw jumped and I released her, hating the welts on her skin where my fingers had been. I needed to get a grip. I dashed a hand of frustration through my hair and paced back and forth in an uncoordinated circle before turning back to her.
“Is everything OK here?” a male voice slurred behind me. I shot him a look of contempt. He wasn’t security, just one of the guests and there was a huddle of older women looking ridiculous with their grey tightly bunned hair in their far too revealing gowns. They were pointing and whispering.
Amber spoke over me, “It’s all fine. I was just leaving.”
She shot me a look of contempt, just like she used to and I felt a wave of regret and sadness. It was like what we had built had just been demolished in one fell swoop. Perspiration dampened my brow.
I watched as Amber rubbed the skin of her arm and remorse pounded into me. I didn’t manhandle women (unless they wanted me to).
The annoying bloke was still buzzing at the side of me like an annoying fly. “Thanks, pal, but everything’s OK. We’ve got this.”
The man nodded and then turned and walked away.
I raised my hands in surrender as Amber watched me like a kicked puppy, the ice now melting. “Look, this is getting out of hand. Let me take you home, we can talk this out. You’ve got it all wrong. Let me explain.”
She shook her head again. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Amber moved around me and I let her. As she showed me her back and started to walk away, I shouted, “That fucker really did a number on you?”
This stopped her and she turned her head to one side. “Just leave me alone. I’ll call Dexter to come and get me.”
My lip curled as I thought how much I wasn’t going to let that happen. “You have no phone to call your driver, remember .” I knew I sounded like a prick but I was past caring .
Amber stropped back towards me, holding her tiny hand out. “Then give it back to me,” she said with a stubborn tilt to her chin. Fresh fire blazed in her eyes.
I folded my arms and stared down my nose at her. “No. Not until you hear me out.”
She stamped her foot. “You’ll give me back my phone now, or,” the last of her sentence left her mouth like vapour.
I arched an eyebrow. I could deal with the bitch version of Amber, the pained one just cut my heart in two. “Or what? Take it if you dare princess, it’s sat right here over my heart, where it’s been most of the night.” I sneered, tapping my suit pocket with one hand. I had to raise my voice as the noise in the room surged with a pop song.
Amber glanced away and then drilled me a look, “I can see what you’re doing but it won’t work.”
I moved into her space, looking her up and down. She was smoking hot and the shift in our fight was now making me hard. I moved my mouth to the cuff of her ear. “Won’t it? It’s already working.” I nuzzled Amber’s neck and heard her breath catch as she responded to me.
“Don’t think you can charm your way out of this Max,” she said, drawing back to look up at me. “I can’t trust you now. You’re nothing to me except a good lay. Let’s leave it at that.”
I smiled, lifting my fingers, and running them across her collarbone. Goosebumps flitted across her skin.
“If that’s all it was, I doubt you would be as upset as this. I mean something to you. And why shouldn’t I? We’re not so dissimilar, we both like to fight and fuck,” I whispered against her throat before raising my head again. “You’re getting hot under the collar because I make you feel alive.” I provoked before adding. “Look, you’re upset and hurt because you think I lied to you and in a way, I did but I did it to protect you. Yes, you have a right to be angry but don’t think I’m going to allow you to retreat into the frigid bitch that you’re not. You seem to be forgetting that I’ve been inside you Amber, I’ve tasted the fire between us and now it’s too late to pretend anything else. Whatever you think you had with that loser was the lie, not this.”
“How dare you. He was more of a man than you’ll ever be.”
And I lost it again. I pushed my chest aggressively against hers which forced her back a step. “Oh, I dare alright. And that’s bullshit . I know you’ve beenhappier this last week and it has nothing to do with that cunt and everything to do with me!”
And then we grabbed a ton of attention as Amber drew back her hand and slapped me across the face.
SMACK!
Christ , that was hard, my entire face jolted to one side.
It took me a beat to compose myself amid the gasps from a couple standing close to us. My hand came up to test my jaw, fuck me she packed a wallop. I rocked my chin back and forth feeling dazed but then realised she was already storming away through the crowd on the dance floor. And I knew I needed to go after her.
I counted to ten and then followed her general direction.
“Ladies,” I said in greeting with a fake smile to the old bitches that had been eavesdropping, clearly enjoying the drama.
It wasn’t over. Being twice her size and burley, I struggled to cut a route through the dancing bodies and ended up having to rudely half-shove myself through a huddle of guests. As I came to the other side of the dance floor, there was an archway to a corridor and another door leading to the bar. Which way had she gone?
I cracked my neck from side to side and then went for the archway leading towards the washrooms .
As I rounded the corner I ran slap-bang into a body, a very small soft one. My hands shot out to steady whomever the fuck I’d barged into. I glanced down into wide blue eyes surrounded by a mass of white blonde hair.
Christ on a bike, Leonie Smith!
“Max?” she panted as I released her arms.
Looking up and down the corridor, I searched for Gabe. “Leonie, this is a surprise. Did Gabe bring you?” My question was barked out and she flinched slightly. I needed to calm the hell down, especially if I were to get Amber to see reason.
I was only half listening as Leonie was speaking. She asked why my cheek was red.
Feeling deflated, I explained. When I told her I was looking for my date, she realised it was Amber. I had spoken with her about the pain in my arse that was Lady Swift many times. Although I hadn’t told her how things had been changing between us. How good it had been. Or at least it was before tonight's clusterfuck.
As Leonie said she’d seen someone fitting Amber’s description in the bathroom, relief was soon replaced by an indescribable feeling. Leonie told me Amber had been crying . That was rich considering that therehadn’t been even the suggestion of a tear when she’d physically assaulted me.
Again, she was hiding and I was sick of it. The monster in me snarled.
I gently pushed Leonie aside and headed to the bathroom.
The day of reckoning had arrived. I’d make Amber see how wrong she was about me, about us. There was a connection, and what had happened between us over the past thirty minutes would not cock that up. I hated Alexander, aka Zander Harker with a deep-seated vengeance.
I needed to touch Amber again, hold her, andfeel her body against mine. The heat between us both in and outside the bedroom didn’t automatically exist with just anyone. There was something special and raw between us. Real. If the way to get through to her had to be physical, so be it.
Pushing open the door, I entered the room like I had every right to be in the women’s bathroom. My eyes scanned the area, it was empty apart from a couple of sofas and a large wooden counter that was scattered with girly shit. There were boxes of tissues and several different appliances that women used to do their hair. A large mirror there showed my reflection as I passed, including my bright red cheek. Moving forward, I entered the archway that led to the toilet cubicles.
Amber was staring at herself in another mirror; it ran down one wall above the sinks. Her eyes clashed with mine in the glass and she twirled around, hair flying over her shoulders in disarray. Amber’s face was flushed and I could tell she’d been crying though she’d tried to hide it. I could see fresh shit under her eyes, that stuff women put all over their faces to make their skin look better.
And then that thought echoed through my mind; Amber had been crying and you were the cause.
“This is the lady's bathroom, are you insane ?” she whisper-shouted.
“My sanity left me the day I met you,” I volleyed back, stalking towards her. Amber watched me warily and moved back, her bottom pressing against the counter behind her.
Holding up one hand to stop me, Amber shouted, “Stop. Anyone could come in here. You’ll be kicked out of the hotel.”
I stopped in my tracks and glanced towards the door; there was a lock. Turning my back on her I stormed over and used it, before resuming my position in front of her. She’d dropped her hand and now looked like a cornered cat and I liked that.
You’re going nowhere until we’ve sorted this shit, end of. My expression would have read.
“You’re really locking us in here?” Amber said with disbelief .
“Yes. Problem solved. Now, where were we?” I replied with a lopsided smile. Amber’s eyes darted nervously to the door but I saw the flash of excitement in there and it made my cock twitch.
“Open the door,” Amber ordered in a breathy voice as she folded her arms, and glared at me, all spitting fury and ready to scratch if necessary. I’d soon have her purring.
“Why? Scared?” I taunted.
“This isn’t a game of chicken, Max. We’re not teenagers.”
I didn’t give a shit that I was in the toilets, I just knew that only one thing made sense when it came to Amber and me; our chemistry , that sexual pull. As I said, if I had to start there, then I would. Even when we were fighting it was off the charts. I could see the flames of heat in her eyes as I stood before her.
I roamed my gaze over her slight frame, fuck me she was stunning with her flashing eyes and pouty lips.
“If you think I’ll allow you to touch me in a bathroom , you’re crazier than I thought.”
“It isn’t exactly a public toilet in here,” I pointed out, glancing around the lavish room.
“It’s still unhygienic,” she pointed out with a stubborn tilt of her jaw.
I came to stand in front of her, “You need me, Amber. Let me make you feel good.”
“That isn’t what I want,” she said on an exhale, dropping her arms.
I towered over her, sexually aggressive waves bouncing between us. “You lie so easily with your mouth but your body knows the truth.”
I cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine as she tried to look away, and with my other hand, I rubbed my thumb under one eye, collecting a thread of tell-tale moisture.
“I made you cry. That wasn’t my intention. Forgive me?” I whispered as my mouth lowered close to hers .
“This isn’t a good idea Max. It’s just going to complicate things.”
“I don’t care. Let me make you feel good. You know I can?” I drawled in a deep voice, heavy with my hunger for her.
“You’ve spent too much time regretting past actions which were out of your control. Life is for living, take a risk for once in your life.”
“I did and look where that got me,” she said, the wobble in her voice clear.
“You were little more than a child, Amber. You’re a woman now and ready to make your own decisions. To get what you want.”
“And what is that?”
“You want to follow your instincts. Fuck, maybe even your heart. You do have one, I’ve seen it.”
“I think we both know that’s now how our story is written,” Amber sighed.
“What is that supposed to mean? We are each in charge of our own destiny and this—whatever it is, has barely even started. I promised your father I’d look out for you but it turned into much more than that. This has nothing to do with Alexander Harker, not anymore. Trust me.”
My hand dropped to her throat and I ran my fingers over her collarbone. She was so delicate there.
“I don’t know if I can and now with Zander being released, my head is such a mess, Max.”
“You can. Fuck him. I won’t let him near you. Leave the past where it belongs and start something new and exciting. See where it goes,” I coaxed, tilting my head to the side as I watched her shiver slightly.
“With you, you mean?” Amber whispered, her expression now containing wonderment and what I wanted to describe as hope.
“Why not?” I replied with a hooded look.
Amber’s eyes roamed over my face. Was she looking to see if I was all talk, probably but that so wasn’t the case. I’d had enough of playing games .
“You are not the princess and I’m not the villain. This isn’t a story, it’s real and raw and yes, complicated but who gives a fuck. Let’s complicate the hell out of things together . Why not?”
Amber took a deep breath before saying, “I’m done talking. Either fuck me or get out,” she challenged with a flare of her eyes.
Do your worst .
My eyes slipped down to her breasts where her nipples had tightened against the black lace fabric. I knew she was ready for anything I threw at her.
Grabbing Amber’s arm, I spun her roughly around so she faced the counter. Sea-green eyes clashed with mine in the mirror. Amber’s lips were parted and her cheeks were flushed. I could see how turned on she was. Although bossy and demanding most days, she enjoyed surrendering control sexually.
Amber pressed her backside into my hard-on, and I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. As I leaned over her body, I tugged her towards my mouth, my lips against her ear.
“Are you sure you want this? Because once we start there will be no stopping, even if they start to break down the door.”
I watched as Amber drew her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it before she nodded, giving me consent. The little vixen brushed one of her arse cheeks over my engorged cock, her expression provoking in the reflection and I snapped.
Keeping hold of her hair, I gently nipped her ear lobe before releasing her and straightening my body. Running my hands up her arms, I pulled her back up to standing. As she watched me silently with an expression full of lust in the mirror, I moved my hands to the zip on her dress and pulled it down.
Raising my hands, I slipped the capped sleeves off her shoulders and Amber lifted her arms to assist me. My dick throbbed against my zipper as I tugged the front of the dress down, exposing her breasts as she wore no bra .
Hell, she was incredible, her nipples like raspberries and I raised my hands and palmed them both, stroking my thumbs over those sensitive peaks. It was so erotic as we both watched what I was doing to her body in the reflection of the mirror. Amber looked so proud, andelegant but also untamed and free. Pleasure had made her skin dance with colour.
“You have amazing breasts,” I said against her neck, kissing that section of skin and rubbing my nose against it.
“Less talk and more action,” Amber whispered with a cheeky smile and the beast in me roared.
With less finesse than usual, I took her hands and placed them beneath mine on the edge of the counter in front of us; they were so tiny compared to mine. The blazing look I gave her was a silent order to leave them there which she did, only sliding them forward slightly so some of her weight rested on her forearms.
I bent her body further towards the counter, my fingers switching to her thighs where I started to lift her dress.
It was slow and sensual and I was close to bursting as I revealed her peachy backside encased in a black thong. I tugged the material which pulled it tighter against her pussy and her muscles there flexed.
Lifting the skirt of the dress higher, I gathered it further up her delicate spine and parted her thighs with a nudge of my foot.
My hands then found her hips and I massaged her there before trailing one hand between her thighs, cupping her sex. As expected, she was fully aroused.
“Just like I expected, you’re soaking for me.” My tone was gruff.
Amber closed her eyes and moaned slightly as I pushed my hand into her underwear and started to stroke the soft velvet folds there.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing against my hand. My cock and balls sat snuggled between her bottom cheeks, separated by the material of my trousers and my boxers .
I found Amber’s clit with my thumb as I slid one finger inside her, causing another gasp of pleasure. As she arched her back, her tits jutted forward.
“Keep your hands on the counter. You don’t get to cum until I say so,” I ordered gruffly.
Amber’s eyes opened and she shot me a sultry smile as she said, “You’re so bossy.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I informed her with a cocksure expression.
I continued moving my finger inside her before pushing in a second, it slid straight in coated by her juices.
I could feel her sex pulsating against my hand and I knew I needed to be inside her soon. Sliding out of her carefully, I pulled out my hand and ripped her thong off. It tore in half and dropped tothe floor. My eyes met Amber’s desire-fuelled stare as I slowly pulled my zipper down and took my aching cock out.
I was going to take her hard from behind but I had to ask that one important question before going any further.
“I want to fuck you raw, Amber and I’m clean but are you protected?”
“Yes. I’m on the pill and I’m clean, please, now Max.” Her voice was urgent and breathy and I knew she needed release just as much as I did.
Needing no further encouragement, I shoved my trousers down to my knees, took the head of my cock in my hand and guided it slowly towards her entrance. Coating the tip with her arousal, I rubbed my cock against her skin.
Amber widened her stride, her pussy eager and glistening with her arousal.
Lining myself up, I commanded. “Look at me, I want to see your pretty face when I feed you my cock.”
She was panting and I knew she was already close.
And then I pushed into her, slowly at first to allow her to get used to my size before slamming all the way forward. Burying myself to the hilt.
It felt amazing skin on skin and it was the first time I’d ever had sex without a condom. I pulled out and rammed into her again so her entire body jerked .
Amber’s eyes widened and I saw her wince slightly, “Are you OK?” I asked. I wanted any pain to be pleasurable.
She smiled with a nod before closing her eyes and surrendering herself entirely. Giving herself to me.
Pulling out, I then pumped into her again. Amber was so tight and warm around me and I slapped her arse hard twice, leaving pink hand prints, enjoying the way her tits jiggled with the motion.
And then I set the pace, thrusting into her like a starved man, her moans and gasps of pleasure echoing around the bathroom and I loved it. As I ground myself against her, I could see her reflection in the mirror, she was biting her lip to stop herself from crying out.
She was mine, mine to break, mine to ruin.
As Amber angled her hips, she took me even deeper, my balls slapping against her arse cheeks, intensifying that feeling.
“Yes, more please, Max. Harder,” she cried out.
As I fucked her hard from behind up against the counter, I drank in every moan and yelp of excitement. I wanted that bastard Harker’s face out of her mind forever.
As my orgasm was approaching, I held back, I wasn’t a selfish lover and I needed to feel her grip my cock as she came first.
With one hand I toyed with her tit and the other, I slid around to her pussy and played with her clit, pushing down on that tiny bundle of nerves.
“Oh my God, Max. I’m so close,” she panted.
“Cum for me, Amber. I want you to cream all over my cock,” I growled as I pounded into her.
And she did. Amber cried out, “Yes!” Her entire body jack-knifed as the walls of her pussy clenched down tightly on my throbbing shaft.
I felt her beautiful release, she was wild, untamed, and raw .
Amber’s body shuddered and heat shot through my girth that was still buried inside her. A couple more hard thrusts and I shot my load, flooding her insides with my cum.
“Fuck!” I roared as my balls pumped everything I had to give.
We were both breathing heavily and I placed my hand on the counter beside one of Amber’s as we both came back down from that high.
Her legs shook and I wrapped one arm around her waist so she didn’t fall.
After around a minute, I slowly pulled out of her, and tugged my dress pants up, pushing my cock back into my boxers and zipping up my fly.
Amber was still leaning against the counter with her eyes closed. Her entire body wascoated in a layer of sweat.
I bent down and collected her underwear which was now useless and pushed it into my pocket. Not for trophy purposes, I wasn’t that big a dick, purely so nobody found the evidence.
Amber grabbed some tissues and quickly cleaned herself before straightening and pulling up her dress. I pushed the skirt section down over her thighs and zipped her up.
Our eyes connected in the mirror. She looked beautiful and content and I felt a rush of tenderness that I had been the one to put that expression there.
Wrapping my arms around her, I placed my chin on her shoulder and smiled. I had never been a cuddler or romantic after sex but this woman made me want to hold her and never let her go.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough,” I said, raining kisses against her neck. Amber, placed her hands over mine and was about to say something but a knock sounded on the door.
BANG BANG! “Hello?”
Shit!
My expression must have been classic as Amber looked at the door and then back at me with a giggle. We were so busted .
The smell of sex was in the air but Amber acted fast. “Go and hide in one of the cubicles,” she suggested in a lowered voice.
I nodded.
“Wait, where’s my underwear?” she said looking around the floor which turned me back.
“Believe me, it’s no use to anyone now. I shredded it,” I said with a sexy cocksure grin. Showing her the remains from my pocket.
Amber smiled and shook her head, “You owe me a hundred pounds.”
“For a thong?” I questioned with a horrified look.
“What can I say? I like the best.”
Shooting her a smug smile, I motioned towards myself, stating, “Of course you do.”Amber rolled her eyes, clearly amused by my big-headedness. I added a wink to my smugness and rushed over to one of the cubicles to shut myself inside.
I could hear Amber washing her hands and then the sound of her shoes as they clicked against the marble. There was another knock.
The sound of the lock being turned and the door being opened told me she was close to making her escape. Looking around the space in the small toilet, I pulled the lid down and lowered myself onto it.
“I’m so sorry, I had a malfunction with my dress. It’s all yours, ladies,” I heard Amber say to whomever we’d kept waiting.
What sounded like two women then bustled into the bathroom and I held my breath as they chose a toilet cubicle.
They didn’t come up for air. The two women chattered whilst they pissed which seemed to take forever until their toilets eventually flushed. They then carried the fuck on at the sinks. I was stuck in there for around ten minutes and was slowly losing the will to live. They were taking their time, enjoying gossiping about Sally’s weight gain, fucking bitches. I lost patience.
My phone buzzed and I removed it from my jacket where it sat with Amber’s .
Tell me you didn’t just fuck Amber in the bathroom. Gabriel had texted me. Leonie had clearly reported back to him that she had seen me.
OK then, I won't. I replied with a grin.
That’s tacky, even by your standards. Gabe batted back. Thankfully my phone was on silent.
Bite me. I thumbed in and slid my phone back into my tux jacket.
To hell with it. I needed to get out of there.
Pushing to my feet, I flushed the loo and straightened my clothing. Whistling a tune, I then walked out of my toilet prison as if I had every right to be in there.
“Oh my,” one of the chatterboxes gasped from behind her hand.
It was two of the Golden Girls who had been staring at us from earlier, their mouths hanging open in the mirror. With a bright smile, I walked up next to them and started washing my hands.
“Ladies,” I greeted, grinning at the shock which coated their eyes. “Apologies, but when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go,” I explained in my most charming voice, turning off the tap and grabbing one of the spare towels. They both just nodded weakly, half astonished, half horrified.
“Err, yes, of course,” the other nosy old bat coughed with a look of embarrassment towards her buddy.
As I dried off my hands, I shot them both a cheeky wink and left them with, “I think Sally looks good. You know what they say; Big is back.” Having no clue as to who the hell Sally was but I hated backstabbers.
Dumping the towel in the used basket, I left the bathroom with my whistle and a spring in my step, hoping that Amber hadn’t done what she’d threatened earlier and left with Dexter.
There was now no doubt in my mind, I wanted to know everything about Amber’s past and most importantly, I wanted to be part of her future.