Chapter 32 #2
Max has been amazing, like always. He finds a way to distract my mind.
With food, strip chess, and of course, his body.
The latter is the best one. He uses every tool available— including himself—and I’m so tempted to reach into his slacks and stroke him until he comes on my hands.
Those thoughts vanish when his fans come to our table to shake his hand and ask for a photo.
The majority are men, but one woman is determined to snag a photo with him.
She flutters her thick lashes at him. He kindly declines and tells her he doesn’t do solo photos with women.
He claims he would only take a photo if I were in it.
He introduces me as his girlfriend. Upset, she walks off.
Once she rounds the corner, he apologizes.
“Don’t apologize. I’m proud to be the woman by your side.
” I am. I love his fans. Only those who are respectful.
We finish our meal, Max holds me protectively around the waist. A couple of nights ago, when he thought I was asleep, he whispered.
“I could have lost you and the baby.” He took a deep breath, then brushed his lips on my cheek.
“I can’t live without you.” Those words cemented themselves in my chest.
“Do you want ice cream?” Max asks as we drive out of the restaurant’s parking lot.
Ice cream does sound good, but undressing sounds better. Stop it, Sol, leave the poor man alone. “Sure,” I say instead.
We drive up to a frozen custard shop. He parks, then opens the door for me. We walk hand in hand. Beautiful families line up, eager to cool off from the angry heat outdoors. Kids laugh as they lick their way up to the top of their cone.
We sit in a corner booth. Max hands me my strawberry-banana sundae, and he’s licking the chocolate cone in his other hand. “I figured our little tesoro would like a treat,” he claims.
I laugh. “Oh, yes, I suppose he or she does, but so does their mama.” I scoop up custard, strawberry, banana, whipped cream, and a salted pecan into the spoon and into my mouth. I groan.
“Good?” he asks, grinning.
“Uh-huh.” I lick my lips. “I intend to have a snack later.” I wink. “Have some.” I put a spoonful in his mouth.
“Yours tastes better.”
“I know. You always get the boring stuff.”
“This is my snack. I intend to have my dessert later.”
Then I remember. “Max, I called Leo yesterday. He didn’t answer me. Has he been to work?”
“He texted me that he would be at work tomorrow. I think he feels guilty that I’m taking over his fights.” He sighs.
“About that…Leo mentioned it, but you haven’t.”
He puffs air out. “I know, baby, it’s just so much shit going on right now.
Especially now with a baby on the way. I don’t have time for Leo’s impulsiveness.
I also couldn’t let him fight. They’d kill him.
I need to find a way to get out of this mess.
Next Saturday, I have to fight. I don’t want anything to do with Daniel and his illegal bullshit.
I can’t risk something happening to you and our baby.
” He sets his cone down on a napkin, just for a moment.
Looking at nothing across the shop. He picks his food back up.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I need to get out of it without him hurting you again.”
I reach for his hand and squeeze. “No need to apologize to me, Max. I know you did what you felt was right, and you’re right. Leo did it impulsively.”
Leo meant well. He always means well. That’s the problem. He just didn’t think it through.
“I’ll go with you.”
He raises a brow, like a parent scolding a child. “No,” he says sharply.
“Max.”
“No, I’m not having my pregnant girlfriend at an illegal fight where you almost died on me.” His voice rises. He strokes his thumb on my hands. “The answer is no. I won’t have you there while I’m fighting. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing you’re standing there,” he says with gentleness.
“Please.”
He shakes his head.
“I’ll take Drake with me.”
He groans. “I’ll think about it.”
That’s the best I’ll get out of him, for now.
When he parks the car at my house, I wait for him to open the door.
Not that I can’t do it, but every time I do, he gives me the look to wait for him.
Once I’m out, he gently pins my hands to his car.
I must say it looks so much better with fixed windows.
My tongue swipes my top lip. One of his hands is on my wrists while the other trails up my bare leg.
His finger brushes higher and higher until it reaches my invisible panty-line.
Thank goodness for wearing a dress. I might have taken off my underwear at the restaurant.
Walking around with moist underwear is uncomfortable.
I blame it on Max. He shouldn’t look so good.
“No panties,” he breathes on my neck. “You have been teasing me all night, tesoro mío.” Gingerly, he moves my legs with his foot to spread them. “Eye fucking me all night.” His hands slide up my ass.
“I was not,” I lie.
His husky laugh vibrates. “Really?” He nips at my ear. “Let’s see how wet you are.” Max strokes my sex. “So fucking wet for me.”
I gasp when two fingers are inserted, causing me to moan out his name. Thank god I bought this house with a fence of privacy trees wrapping around it, and in front, no houses. He pumps harder. Faster. Watching me unfold in front of him.
“Let’s go inside. I don’t want anyone to hear your moans.”
He licks those wet fingers and then takes my hand in his, whisking us to the front door. It’s hot when he does that. The second he unlocks it and shuts it behind us, he tosses the keys to the floor, and I spin him around, pinning him to the door.
Max hikes me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist feverishly. Our mouths tilt into an open, desperate kiss. Nothing about it is sweet and gentle. Quickly, I unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his jeans. He’s so damn hard over the material of his jeans, it looks painful.
I slip my dress off, then unhook my bra. Max groans at the size of my breasts. I’ve always had rather large boobs. Max doesn’t hesitate to take it into his mouth. I hiss when his teeth graze my sensitive nipple. He pops it out, then his gaze licks my body.
“So fucking sexy.”
I yank his shirt off and welcome the skin-to-skin contact.
“Upstairs,” I say, grinding on him.
He kicks off his shoes, climbs up the stairs, and stops halfway. Max lifts me, then licks the valley of my breasts. Then proceeds to the room. He gently lays me on the bed. His pants are already unbuttoned. He kicks them off along with his boxers.
“Suck it,” he demands with urgency. “Didn’t you say something about the best damn blow job I was going to get?”
“I did,” I say, gathering my hair to the side. “And I will.” Lying on my back, I scoot my head back to the edge of the bed, and his erect dick leaks with anticipation. “Watch me,” I half joke. His smirk is visible through my batting eyelashes.