44. Adam
CHAPTER 44
ADAM
E verything has been calm since the night Max made us all play nice together. Surprisingly, it helped ease some of the tension around the gym, too. Of course, Caine is still Caine, but Drew and I aren’t at each other’s throats anymore, or ignoring each other, either.
And then there’s Max.
Her confidence has increased, both during training and outside of it. She’s been sure of herself since we met, but there’s more to her now. It makes me crave her more than I ever have, and every time I’m around her, it’s a constant battle with my self control to not take her, even when we’re in front of people.
I’ll help her during class, and every position feels sexual with her. Especially when she shifts her hips a little more than necessary or pushes her ass back against me. I may have written it off before as an accident but seeing the little smirk on her face when she does it tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. It makes me want to shove her down and show her what she does to me.
That’s exactly what’s happening right now as I’m showing her the new choke she asked about. I have a feeling that the real reason she did it was to drive me crazy. Especially since she’s currently between my legs while I show her the triangle choke, and she’s giving me that little smirk.
“Ready to try?” I ask before letting her go.
She nods, and we stand to get into position when Drew walks up with an amused expression. “You know if you’re wanting to practice BJJ moves, you really should talk to me instead of the ex-pro boxer.”
We stand up, and I shake my head at him. “You know I’ve got a black belt, too.”
Drew shrugs. “I’m better. More youthful which helps.”
Max stands between us, a hand planted firmly on each of our chests. “Stop it, I’m trying to learn.”
Drew leans down. “Oh we’ll teach you lots of things, little one.”
A shiver runs up and down her body and I scoff, gripping her hip and guiding her away from Drew to be in position for practice while he laughs to himself.
“Focus, and remember what I showed you,” I tell her as we begin. I let her work through the steps to get me into the choke.
The first couple of times she struggles and proceeds slowly through the moves, but she gets there. After a few practice rounds, she manages to get it down.
“I’m next,” Caine states seriously.
We stand up and he’s staring at Max, that way that he always does. Like he’s seconds away from grabbing her and hauling her off somewhere. Intense and hungry. But she doesn’t run from him anymore.
I like her fear, though. I like it when she runs, and I want more of it. That day in the forest plays on repeat in my mind more often than it should.
“You excited for Vegas?” Caine asks, pulling her into his body and I notice how she doesn’t fight it.
“Getting to watch you get your ass kicked? Can’t wait.” She smiles.
“Oh, killer, I don’t get my ass kicked.”
“Speaking of,” I interrupt. “You have some training to do before we leave and yet you’re here harassing a girl.”
He scowls at me, then grabs the back of Max’s head, yanking her hair roughly so she’s forced to look up at him with a gasp. He slams his mouth onto hers, and I can see the way his tongue invades her mouth. She lets out a small moan before he lets go of her, looking up at me with a wink.
“Harassing my girl,” Caine corrects, letting go of her and slapping his hand on her ass before going back to his training.
Max rolls her eyes, facing me again. “This feels weird.”
“Why?”
“Because of that, and then you, and—” She gestures over to the side of the gym where Drew is.
I shake my head, stepping closer to her, but not touching her. Her breath hitches, looking up at me. “If we don’t feel weird about it, why should you?”
She shrugs. “Because it’s not…” Her voice trails off.
I hook my finger under her chin and tilt her head up to look at me. “Baby girl, if we didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be involved. But we want you.”
Max takes her bottom lip between her teeth, and I can’t help but lean down and pull it out with mine before running my tongue along it lightly. I pull back before really kissing her and she makes a small noise of protest. “Come over later,” I tell her quietly, not wanting the other two to hear. I want her to myself before we all go to Vegas.
I expect her to question me or say no, but she doesn’t. Instead, she smiles with a small nod, and we go our separate ways—her to go to work and me to work on whipping Caine’s ass into the best fighter he can be.
I take my time cleaning up the gym after we close, and I turn down the invitation from the guys to go to The Tavern. I know Drew and Caine are going there to see Max, and that’s fine. She agreed to come over to my house. Even though those two may do their best to get her plans to change, I know they won’t succeed.
When I get home, I shower and clean up a little bit. Finally turning on the fights for some of the guys that are going to be in Vegas while I wait for Max to show up.
I end up taking some notes about things for Caine to focus on these last couple days before we leave and end up losing track of time before I hear the subtle knock on my front door. Turning the TV off, I open the door for Max, who stands on the other side looking fucking perfect as always.
Her long hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, a large zip up covering her chest. Her jeans fit her like a second skin, and for some reason the Converse on her feet make me think about her keeping them on while she wraps her legs around me. I can’t believe that she has me thinking like a teenager, instantly stuck in a fantasy with my dick already getting hard for her.
“Come on in,” I say, opening the door wider for her, and even though this isn’t her first time here, I watch her take it all in. I guess it’s a little different not being here with both Drew and me.
Especially because her focus was on our issues that day rather than just me.
She walks up to Athena’s tank, and shudders before moving away from it. That’s when I decide that they should meet. My number one girl should become familiar with the new girl in my life. Especially considering the fact that I don’t see her going anywhere any time soon.
I open the enclosure and hear Max’s small gasp from behind me. She lets out a squeak when I put my hand in and allow Athena to slide up my arm. The white section of scales shine against the heat lamps as she climbs further up my arm.
“What are you doing?” Max’s shaky voice asks.
When I turn around, she backs up slightly but isn’t able to get very far because of the wall she runs into. Athena is around my shoulders now like she usually is when I hold her.
“This is Athena,” I tell her, instead of answering her question.
“Great, why is Athena out of her cage?”
“Because I want you to meet her.”
“I could meet her behind the glass of safety.”
I smirk, moving my snake from behind my neck and holding her in front of me. She curls around my forearm like ball pythons do, and I see the panic shine in Max’s eyes as she watches me bring Athena closer.
“Why don’t you think you’re safe with her?” I taunt, moving my hand around to watch how she wraps around me.
“Because she’s a snake .”
“Put your hand out,” I command.
Max shakes her head.
“Put your hand out or I’ll tie you up and not let you say no to me.”
With a grimace, she puts her shaky hand out slightly, but not enough. I grab her wrist and pull it out more so it’s straight in front of her. I can tell she’s trying to hide how scared she is, but she’s doing a horrible job. I also know that being scared turns her on, which is how I know she’s going to hate this, but also be dripping for me.
Athena starts to slither off my arm and onto Max’s, and she flinches at the first touch.
“No, Adam. I hate this, please,” she begs, and it makes my dick twitch in my shorts. She’s so scared. And I fucking love how she sounds like this. When she’s being chased through a forest, fucked into the dirt, or right now when she has my snake climbing up her body and closer to her neck.
“Tell me something, though, baby girl.” I guide Athena around Max’s throat, and she goes easily. “How wet is your cunt right now?”
“As wet as a desert, get her off of me.” I can see her chest rising and falling quickly. With the movement, Athena slides around Max’s shoulders and down around her chest, too.
“No, she likes you.”
“Well, the feeling isn’t mutual.” She shakes her head, and Athena is starting to wrap loosely around her throat just like I want.
“Hm,” I hum, pressing my body into hers, trapping her against the wall and she gasps. I know she can feel how hard my dick is for her already, knowing how scared she is right now and knowing what I’m about to do only makes me harder. “She can tell that you’re scared.”
“And I can tell that she’s evil.”
“That’s not very nice, she won’t hurt you.”
“The way she’s trying to kill me, is saying something different.” She reaches up to try and remove her, but I grab her wrists in one hand and push them above her head. The move makes Athena wrap even tighter around her neck and I see the panic in Max’s eyes.
I unzip her jacket, opening it to reveal the tight tank top she’s wearing underneath, pushing the jacket off her shoulders onto the floor. “Do you know why I named her Athena?” I ask, moving my free hand to the waistband of her jeans, undoing them quickly, and then pushing them down so they’re between her knees, keeping her trapped.
Max pushes against me trying to get free, or maybe she’s trying to make sure I don’t get to touch her pussy and discover how wet I know she already is. I lean down, using my free hand and my teeth to rip the flimsy tank top apart, exposing her bra covered chest to me and I groan.
“No, but she’s going to kill me and you’re trying to fuck right now?”
I chuckle darkly, pushing my hand lower in between her thighs, grazing my fingers over her underwear that are soaked just as I knew they’d be.
Ignoring her comment, I continue while Athena continues to wrap herself tighter around Max’s throat.
“I named her Athena, because Athena is the Goddess of wisdom and warfare and one of her symbols is a snake. But do you know what snakes symbolize?”
“Death. Venom. Evil. Gross,” she gasps when I move her underwear to the side and shove a thick finger inside her tight channel.
“Rebirth. Temptation. Danger. Some cultures even say snakes represent sexual desire.” I rub my palm against her clit, pumping my finger in slowly. “Seems like that last one is true for you.”
“Adam,” she gasps, “she’s squeezing me.”
“Guess she wants you to feel some danger, but don’t worry, she won’t kill you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Snakes shed their skin when they’re done with it, when they’ve outgrown it. Humans should be able to do that.”
“Adam,” she cries softly, and I remove my hand from between her thighs, but not for long because I’m shoving her panties down and pushing into her again. She’s fucking soaked for me—she loves this, and she knows it. The threat of danger and fear get her off more than anything else.
“Then there’s temptation. That’s what you are, Max. You came into town as a huge temptation for me—for us. You fuck us all up. You’re the forbidden fruit we all want and shouldn’t have. Too bad we’re taking it anyway and you fucking love it. Don’t you?”
She tries to shake her head, but she can’t with the way Athena is wrapped around her and how I have her arms held up.
“Should I fuck you like this?” I ask, pushing two fingers into her and she moans, making Athena constrict even more.
“No, no I—I can’t breathe.”
“If you’re talking, you’re breathing. But let’s see what it’s like when you can’t.”