12. Max
twelve
max
I heard the door open and shut while I hid in the bathroom. I had no idea if my plan would work or not, but I had to try. In my head, it was one way to even the scales between us.
“Harrison, I don’t have time for this.” Even though Carver was complaining, hearing his voice felt like warm honey in my veins, somehow soothing me from the inside out. It had been four days since I heard his voice. Four days without him, and I knew, right or wrong, I didn’t want to go one more.
I loved Carver Storm.
Every stalkerish inch of him.
“Why are we here?” he rumbled, and my lips twitched.
“Relax. Jesus,” Harry exhaled. “You need to relax. Look, I get it. Life kinda sucks for you and?—“
“Kind of? I just…” His voice cracked, and I chewed on my lip. Maybe I was just as bad as him waiting a couple more days to torment him? Maybe I was playing my own games? What if this backfired on me? “I just lost the love of my life.”
“You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Harrison callously answered, and I pressed my lips together. He was good at this whole thing. “Lost the love of your life?”
“I haven’t talked to her.”
“But you’ve seen her,” Harry pointed out, and I strained to hear what Car answered.
“Harrison—“
“Harrison,” Harry mimicked Carver’s deep voice. “You have, haven’t you? You still have some more of those little cameras out and about? Watching her? Following her?”
“You’re an idiot. The resort has cameras,” he reminded his brother.
“Hmm, but it’s convenient the ones in the laundry room are only connected to the app on your phone or laptop.”
He’s still been watching me! While I worked? This whole voyeuristic thing couldn’t be sexual. There was nothing sexy about how hot and muggy the laundry room got.
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m not the one riding around on the bus late at night in the back, waiting around to make sure she gets home safe, am I?” Carver had been doing that? How the hell had I missed that?
“Fine. Okay, I might have been watching and following her. I just…” Car’s sigh sounded, and I stroked the door.
“You told her you would give her space.”
“And I am. I’m giving her as much as I can handle, okay? Jesus,” he huffed. I could imagine the way he ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, I have two meetings coming up, and I gotta go check out how O’Shea is coming along in that building, so if we can hurry along whatever the hell you—“ His voice cut off, and I waited.
“What it is, is that this is your surprise. Your meetings are cancelled. Stan and I are going to take care of talking to O’Shea. You have the rest of the day off. Actually, if I’m being honest, I had Miss Bell clear your schedule, and you are off until Monday,” Harrison shared.
“A four-day weekend? For what?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Fuck no!” Carver exclaimed. The sound of Harrison’s laughter rang through the room.
“You suck,” Harry mumbled playfully.
“I suck?” You could hear the frustration in Car’s voice. “Harrison, what the fuck is going on.”
“Just… relax, okay? And honestly, man, consider yourself a lucky son of a bitch, okay?” A moment later, the door opened and shut. Not a minute later, my phone pinged with a text telling me it was all clear.
I stepped out, and Carver’s head whipped to the bathroom door. “What the—“ His voice cracked, and there was a sharp inhale. I chewed on my lower lip. It was time.
“Max.” My name sounded rough from his lips. Those beautiful blue eyes I had been dreaming about since he walked out of the very room we were back in roamed up and down my body, almost like he couldn’t believe I was actually there.
“Baby…” He licked his lips as it slowly dawned on him what I was up to. “Is it really you?” I could see the dark circles under his eyes and the disheveled way his dark locks sat on top of his head.
His dress shirt was wrinkled, something I had a feeling he never would have allowed under regular circumstances. It was a light blue color that somehow made his eyes stand out even more while it broke laws of physics as it stretched across his broad chest. Even disheveled and obviously sleep deprived, he looked good. Too damn good. Go to him! a voice in my head shouted, but I had to play it cool. He wasn’t wrong last time. We did have a lot to talk about and square away.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. His brows bunched.
“Max—“ I pushed off the doorway and felt my breasts bounce beneath the deep red lacy bra and matching panty set I’d bought just for this occasion. “Shit,” he hissed as I pulled the plush robe I had tossed on while I waited in the bathroom off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground at my black-heeled feet.
“Princess.” He stepped forward, but I shook my head.
“No.” I stood my ground. “Stay there,” I ordered softly. “We’re going to talk, and you’re going to tell me the truth, all of it. And depending on what you say… we will go from there.”
“Okay,” he agreed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His eyes left mine and moved to the door before moving back his attention on me. Almost like he was trying to calculate if I tried to run, would he be able to get me before I got there? As crazy as it sounded, I found him cute. Adorable, really. I had no plans of leaving. Not today and not tomorrow. We had the next four days all to ourselves. All we had to do was get over this hurdle.
“You really didn’t know I worked here when you gave me my massage?” I asked, walking around the room. Not too far but careful not to get too close to him. I knew Daddy, and he would only be able to keep his hands to himself for so long. Who was I kidding? I was keeping my distance for my own selfish needs.
“I didn’t. I didn’t have a damn clue, baby.”
“And when you found out?”
“You mentioned how you had heard things about me.” He grimaced. “I wanted you to get to know me. For the man I am with you.” That was fair.
“Are there more cameras?”
“Max,” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Are there?” I pressed, even though I had a feeling I knew the answer.
“Yes. In the laundry room and…“ He stopped and watched me walk back and forth.
“Where?” I asked, pushing for an answer when he hesitated to tell me more.
“At your place. I replaced them while you slept that same night after the penthouse.”
“What? You were at my place?” I asked, being taken by surprise.
“You want the truth?” I nodded, positive I needed to hear everything he had been up to before I sealed my fate to his.
“The truth is, there hasn’t been a night I haven’t watched over you since we met. And that includes these last four days.”
“Watched over me…” I whispered. “In what way?”
“Whether I snuck into your apartment or sat in one of the trucks from the resort across the street,” he confessed, and it made sense. He did have a key, and I never thought of changing the locks. Maybe because a part of me, a dark twisted part, liked the idea of him doing what he’d done.
“Have you really been on the bus when I go home?”
“Yes. It’s scary how tired you are after your shift that you don’t notice who is around. You don’t even look up at who might be on the bus with you.” I shrugged because he wasn’t wrong.
“Have you… have you taken anything from my place?” I asked because there was something I hadn’t been able to find.
“A pair of pink panties.” My thighs pressed together, and in the getup I was wearing, there would be no denying the wet spot that started to form on my panties. I should have kept my robe on. He took them!
“I took them the first time I slipped into your place.” His head tilted as he watched me. Something changed in the air. It became thicker, headier. “I jerked off in them right by your bed. I couldn’t help myself. How your apartment smelled like you with the taste of your pretty pussy on my tongue. I couldn’t stop myself. I was like a fucking animal,” he shared roughly.
His hands clenched around his knees. Like he was trying to hold himself back from standing up and taking me in his arms.
“Did you come in them?” I asked, my voice hoarse in my own ears. My chest rose and fell heavily, making my breasts jiggle with every exhale and step.
“Too many times to count, princess.”
“Why didn’t you fuck me? I begged, and you always kept us from going there.”
“I didn’t want this to come out because the truth always comes out, no matter how hard you try. I didn’t want you to regret giving me something as precious as your virginity. I didn’t want to be some asshole who tricked you.”
“But you did.” I couldn’t stop myself. “You tricked me,” I accused, stepping closer to him. “You tricked me, and you made me fall in love with you.” His nose flared.
“Max, princess, fuck!”
“You made me fall so deeply in love with you, I hated not talking to you. Even with knowing everything. Tell me there are no more secrets,” I pleaded, standing in front of him, just within reach. His eyes moved up body, leaving a trail of heat and ache until they reached mine. My nipples were painfully hard under my bra.
“I need to know if I give you another chance, there are no other secrets. That we can actually move on.” His gaze turned molten.
“You think you could do that?” He stood slowly. Suddenly, I felt like a gazelle standing in front of a ferocious lion.
“I know I can. I’m not mad. Not anymore. If anything…”
“What, princess?” I could see the hope start to grow in his eyes. I got it. After thinking about how strong the pull was for both us, and under the circumstances, I had been obsessed with him as well. I might not have gone to the lengths he had, but if I could have, I wouldn’t have thought twice.
“I kind of even get it because…” I chewed on my lower lip. My confession would change the direction of where we were headed. I knew there would be no turning back, and I couldn’t wait. “If I had had a way to watch you while you worked, I would have done it, too,” I confessed. His hands turned to fists at his sides and his nose flared.
“Max.” He stepped forward, but I shook my head. My body yelled at me to let him get closer. To let him touch me and finally take me. My skin was overheated and tingled with need, but I needed something from him before we went there.
“I love you, Carver. I might not know the“—I pointed up and down at him—“suit-wearing man or the boss, but I know you. I feel it in my bones.”
“You do, sweetheart. I swear you know me better than anyone in the world. These last two weeks, I was just me with you.”
“And I believe that.” It might have been na?ve of me, but at the end of the day, I only had two choices. End things or give us a chance. Bertie wasn’t wrong. I had a feeling if I didn’t give him a chance, this time with all the cards on the table, I would regret it.
“There’s just one catch.”
“Anything.”
“Is there anything else? Anything I don’t know about? I don’t want any more secrets. Not between us.”
Faster than I could blink, Carver reached me with his strong arms and pulled me up against him. I could feel every hard plane and ridge of his body against my softer one. I liked being in nothing but lingerie with him dressed in those sexy slacks and dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up his forearms.
“There is nothing you don’t know,” he rasped. “You know all of it. I copied your key. I’m Carver Storm. I’ve been watching you from different cameras I set up in your apartment and in the laundry building. I’ve been sneaking into your place at night and sometimes when you weren’t there. And if you want to take it a step further, I honestly don’t know if I have any intention of stopping. I will try if you want me to, but fuck, baby,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine while the warmth of his palms seeped into the skin at my hips. “I’m obsessed with you. It’s wrong, and I know it. But I can’t help it. I just need to know you’re okay at any moment of the day. I want to be the one who protects you and cherishes you and makes you feel loved, baby girl.”
“You do, Daddy,” I whispered. His lips hovered over mine like he wanted to kiss me but was worried about moving too fast. “Maybe it’s so wrong, it’s good,” I whispered, and an animalistic sound vibrated through him. “Kiss me, Carver. Please.”
“You never have to ask me twice. Anything you want, princess, it’s yours,” he rasped a moment before his lips pressed against mine. It wasn’t the tender kisses I was used to from him. It was rough and firm, needy. Like he had been starving these last few days and needed to make up for lost time. His hands dipped behind me, and before I knew it, he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I pulled away breathlessly, my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. I pressed my forehead against his while holding his face with both of my hands.
“I wanted to give you a massage or you give me one because of how all this started, but I want you, Daddy. I need you.”
“Bed?” he rasped.
“Bed.” I nodded. He started to walk but stopped.
“Are you sure?” he asked gravely. “I take you, take that sweet cherry you saved for me, there is no turning back, Max. Good or bad, you’re mine.” He was sweet for trying to warn me, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t completely na?ve. I knew life had its ups and downs and that relationships took work. Work I knew both of us were more than ready to put in the effort for.
“I already am yours, Carver. We might not have gone all the way yet, but you ruined me for anyone else with one kiss.”
“Shit,” he cursed. “My princess is too sweet for her own good.” He walked us to the edge of the bed and stopped again.
“Carver?” I asked, but he didn’t say anything. He simply set me down and looked at me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he praised. “This is new?” I nodded. “Did you get it for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, and his lips turned up.
“Turn around and let daddy look at you.” I blushed at his sweet words but did as he asked, turning around in a complete circle. I took my time so he could take his fill. A deep rumbled sound vibrated around me, and when our eyes locked, his gaze was molten. “Sinfully beautiful, princess. I wish I could take a picture of you, but if anyone ever saw it, I would have to kill them.” He leaned down and kissed me softly.
He pulled away, and I watched his chest rise and fall heavily, like he was trying to keep calm and collected. I wanted him to lose control and show me the beast he tried to hide. Carver started to undo the buttons of his shirt, but I stopped him. Without having to ask, he let me be the one to undress him.
I knew it cost him.
Daddy liked to be in control, and my light touch as I grazed his skin here and there was a little too much to handle. His patience ran out by the time I started to pull his shirt down his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes and socks before our hands were both a blur at his waist, undoing his heavy belt and letting his slacks fall to the ground. My mouth went dry at the sight of him in nothing but a pair of burgundy boxer briefs.
“We match,” I whispered, and he growled.
“I fucking love that. I want to match with you every day for the rest of our lives,” he rumbled against my lips before picking me back up and dropping me on the middle of the bed.
I didn’t have to wait long for his body to cover mine. Lost in a deep passionate kiss, I was more than aware of the way his hands traveled and roamed along my body. First the sides of my torso before he cupped my breasts.
“Please,” I whimpered and lost his lips against mine. They traveled down my chin and into my neck, creating heat and wetness that coated the apex of my thighs. “Carver.”
“Fucking love hearing you say my name,” he muttered as his lips touched between my breasts. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled my right breast out of the lacy cup and then the left. “Look at these beauties,” he voiced with appreciation. “So fucking pretty and perfect.” His lips latched onto a hardened nipple before I could argue. My back arched off the mattress.
“Please, yes! Daddy! Just like that,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his scalp and holding on to his long hair. “Yes!” He sucked harder, pulling the sensitive flesh deeper into his mouth.
His other hand gave the other nipple just as much attention, rolling it between his fingers and then pulling on it. His lips moved to the other, trading off the attention, and all I could do was bask in the sensations he brought to life while I squirmed for relief. Thankfully, it seemed Carver’s control started to break. His free hand dropped from my nipple down between my legs. There was no teasing or foreplay in that moment. Not that I needed it. His fingers hooked around the lacy material of my panties and pulled it aside before he filled me with two thick fingers just as his lips found mine.
“Carver!” I gasped, and he swallowed my moans.
“So wet. So fucking tight,” he growled between kisses. His fingers worked in and out of my body. “Tell me you’re sure, princess. Daddy needs to know.” He sounded like he was almost in pain with his own ache.
“I want you to take my cherry, Daddy. Be my first,” I whimpered. My skin broke out into goose bumps at the deep guttural sound he made. Carver pulled off his boxer briefs, and when I looked down between us, my eyes widened.
“You’re big, Daddy,” I whispered, and his nose flared. Every breath I took filled my lungs with Car’s masculine scent.
“I’ll fit,” he hoarsely promised. “We’re made for each other, princess. I promise I’ll fit.”
“Now. I need you now. Please.” I squirmed, trying to get him to line up with my entrance.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “It might hurt because it’s your first time, but we will go slow.”
“But, Daddy, I don’t want slow.” I needed him.
I wasn’t afraid of how big he was.
I burned from the inside out. More than ready to be stretched by him. To have Daddy be the one to take care of this deep-rooted ache inside of me.
“Be a good girl for me, Max. I’d hate to have to stop so I can turn you over my knee and spank your perfect little ass,” he warned.
I bit away a grin. I loved how dirty he talked to me. His large body settled between my legs, forcing them to hitch up and over his waist, so the heels of my feet rested against the small of his back. Our eyes connected and my body relaxed.
“I’m ready, Carver. I’ve been waiting for you to be my first.”
“I’ll be your first and only, princess. From here one out, you’re all mine and I’m yours. You get me? No turning back.”
“Please,” I whispered and then mewled. I felt the thick crown of his cock bump against my entrance, and his eyes shut.
“Fuck,” he whispered roughly. “You’re so wet. Shit…” He licked his full lips before he thrust inside of me. The intrusion made me squirm. I had toys at my place. Dildos and vibrators. But nothing could have prepared me for that thick velvet-wrapped steel pipe moving in and out of my body. Slowly. Feeding me inch by inch until I couldn’t see straight.
“Car! Daddy!” I cried, and when his eyes opened, I knew he was losing control. His upper body shook, and when he looked down between us, he made an animalistic sound.
“Max, you’re mine,” he gritted, his body strained tightly. “You can’t take this from me. Not after today.”
“We’re forever, Carver,” I vowed, and he nodded. Before I could take a breath, he thrust inside of me completely. From root to tip, he impaled me, and all I could to was cling to Daddy. Tears stung my eyes, not from the pain but from how good he felt. I clenched around him, and without having to say a word, he knew I was ready. His thickness sawed in and out of me, bringing pleasure like I had never felt to life.
“Carver!”
“Just like that, princess. Shit. You feel so good. Nothing between us.”
“Baby. Daddy, I want everything,” I whispered, too shy to say the words. He stopped and looked at me before thrusting deep as his gaze held me hostage.
“You want me to come in you,” he gruffed, his face taut and tense.
“Please.” I pulled my body upward, and my lips brushed against his ear. “Breed me, Daddy.” Those three little words were enough to break that iron will of his. It was like it unleashed a beast.
An animal that couldn’t be stopped. And I was there for the ride. Every thrust became harder. Rougher. But it didn’t matter. I was wet enough to take it, and I wanted it all. He rolled his hips and hit something inside me, an untouched spot that made me scream out his name.
“Hold on, princess, I’m going to give you what you want. You want me to fill this pretty little body of yours with my seed and tie you to me until we don’t know where the other starts?” he strained.
And like the good girl I was, I did as he asked. Before I knew it, a tightness started to coil inside me, and I started to become breathless.
“Daddy! Car-Carver!” I chanted, and his forehead dipped down.
“Touch your little clit, princess. Show daddy how much you like him inside you.” I hurried to slip a hand between us, surprised at the wetness I found between our sweat-slickened bodies. I rubbed and watched as he looked down, watching himself feed his cock into my tight pussy.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted. His upper body began to tremble over mine as if he was ready to come, and quick. “Fuck!” he roared. “Find it, Max.”
“I’m close,” I gasped and felt his already large length thicken further.
“Come for me, princess. Come for daddy, Max!” As if his words had some kind of control over my body, I did just that.
A wave of pleasure washed over me, my orgasm larger and more beautiful than anything I had ever experienced before. It took me under like a riptide, drowning me with him, in us.
“Max! Princess!” he growled seconds before everything happened, my mind still clouded from coming as I watched him in rapture.
His body went taut over mine, his face morphed into a grimace, and I felt it. A deluge of warmth filled my insides so much it flooded out of me and between us. He came hard. His cock pulsed inside me, and I clenched around him, milking every drop.
“Max. Ma-max!” he stuttered before his head dropped to the center of my chest, but it was like he couldn’t stop coming. More than happily, I held on to him, squeezing him tightly. “Shit,” he cursed, and when he pulled out, both our gazes dropped to where we had been connected. His still hard dick shined with out juices and a slight pinkish tinge of my virgin blood smeared on him.
“Jesus, look at that,” he groaned. “That’s fucking beautiful.” He covered my body with his and kissed me sweetly and softly while my eyes started to feel heavy. I watched him pick up my panties from the floor and start to wipe the creamy surprise he had left behind as it started to seep out. I blushed, thinking about what we had just done and what he was wiping away.
“I should go clean up,” I whispered. I didn’t want to move, but I also knew I needed to take care of the mess between my legs.
“Shh, I got you, princess. Your days of cleaning up messes are over,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the middle of my forehead. I smiled softly at him.
Maybe I hadn’t had the completely wrong idea of him. Carver and Car were the same man. Both caring and sweet. Protective and obsessed with taking care of me.
And as long as we helped and took care of the other, where was the harm in that?