Chapter Seventeen
Max
“Honey, I’m home!” I call out as I walk into Tommy's apartment. But all I get in return is silence. The fucker isn’t even here.
God, I am so bored. Tommy has been back in his main home in the Cotswolds for the last few days, working in the head office, and left me here to deal with the new starters.
At least he left Lana, his PA, with me. The angel that she is has been working hard on finding me my own place.
I have tried to persuade her to come and work for me instead, but every time it’s always the same answer. Pay me triple and I’ll think about it.
She knows I would never actually take her from Tommy, but I would love to. So, I rob her off him at every opportunity I get, more to piss him off than anything else.
I don’t really like my own company; it’s something I have always struggled with. Growing up with Tommy, Fallon, and Lucy meant I was never alone. Our home was always so loud and full of life, so even now I still hang around them as much as I can.
I thought Tommy would have been back home by now.
He must be working through the evening to get everything done before heading back.
Great. Now what do I do? I could always call one of the hookups I have saved in my phone, but ever since seeing Lucy again, I don’t have any inclination in doing so.
The little witch has cast a spell on me…
and my dick. The thought of being with anyone that isn’t her does absolutely nothing for me.
I know she got back from London last night, maybe I’ll go and gatecrash a family dinner instead.
Would she be happy to see me after our last conversation? Or am I best to stay away? Although I know it’s probably the latter, I’m putting my shoes back on and heading towards the door before I overthink it. I have never been able to control my impulsive actions before, so why start now?
That woman is my fucking addiction. I need rehab to get over her, or some form of psychiatric help. If I wasn’t obsessed before she came back, I am now.
I’m practically bouncing off my seat in excitement as I drive over there. I really shouldn’t be doing this.
But fuck it.
I want to see her. I know the feelings are there; I just need her to come out and say it. Just like how she did that first time. The time that she turned my world upside down and gave me a piece of her, she could never take back.
It feels like only seconds have passed by the time I’m pulling up to my parents’ house.
What’s strange, though, is that no one seems to be home.
All the cars are here, but the house shows no signs of life.
I’m sure I have a spare key somewhere. Searching the centre console, I find the key and head for the door.
Where are they all? I may as well have a coffee whilst I’m here. It’s a good job they’re used to me just popping in out of the blue. The house is pristine as usual. Mum has been on top form since Lucy came back; you would think she had royalty staying over.
It was never like this before Dad left. My real dad, that is.
Or should I say sperm donor? From what I remember, the house was always trashed.
No matter how much my mum tried to keep it clean, it was always a mess the next day.
It’s only now that I know it was all because of him.
She would work day and night to pay the bills, as that lazy bastard couldn’t be bothered to get off his arse and work.
I’m just pouring the milk into my coffee when I hear a bang coming from upstairs. What the fuck was that? It’s only 7 pm, they can’t be in bed already, can they? Or even worse, Lucy isn’t here, and they’re getting busy up there.
I groan out loud at the traumatising images of what could be happening upstairs that invade my mind. Mum is too old to be doing any of that shit.
“Hello? Is someone there?” A wary voice calls.
“Lucy?” Thank fuck for that. I don’t know what I would have done if my Mum had done the walk of shame down the stairs. “It’s Max. I didn’t realise anyone was home.”
Light footsteps echo after her as she comes into the kitchen. My heart stops for a beat as I take her in. Her face is flushed as if she has been exercising, and her loose curls are wild and pushed back off her face. She looks breathtaking even without a scrap of makeup on.
“You scared me!” She says, holding a palm over her heart. “Dad and Liz aren’t due home for a few hours yet. I thought someone had broken in.”
“Nope, just me. I’m sorry for frightening you. I wasn’t planning on coming over.” She eyes me warily with a strange expression that I can’t quite decipher on her face. “Fancy a cup? I have just made a fresh pot.”
She stares at me before answering. “Erm, yeah. Why not?”
She’s acting fucking weird. The telltale blush creeping up her chest is getting deeper by the minute. She rounds the kitchen island and takes a seat on one of the barstools. Like I wouldn’t know she was purposefully sitting as far away from me as she possibly could.
“Is everything okay? You look a little… flushed?” I smirk. I’m starting to understand exactly what she was up to.
“What? No! Yes.. sorry yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” She stumbles over the words, her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.
“You just seem a little excitable?” I grin with my back to her, finishing up making her drink.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She can try and play as nonchalant as she wants, but we both know exactly what I’m on about.
“Mmhmm. Whatever you say.” I reply, passing her a steaming mug.
“Where are the parents tonight? I was hoping for some of my mum's cooking.” It’s not a lie.
I have been living off ramen for something quick and easy whilst I’ve been working so late each night.
Work seems to be the only thing that keeps me from thinking about the gorgeous girl sitting in front of me.
“They’ve gone to the theatre for a date night. I was just about to order a pizza. Do you, er, want to join me?”
She doesn’t look up from the mug that both her hands are tightly wrapped around. I have to stop myself from shouting hell yes. Time alone with Lucy is not something I expected anytime soon, but it's the one thing I want more than anything.
“How about I order the food, you pick the movie?” I ask before she can think any better of it.
She smiles softly, still avoiding my eyes.
“Perfect.”
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell chimes, letting us know food has arrived.
“I’ll get it,” Lucy says as she hurries to the door.
I sit back and chuckle to myself. I hope she likes what I have ordered. I didn’t think to double-check, but I know my girl. I also know she only said pizza because it’s what she thought I would want. She should know by now that all I want is whatever makes her happy.
When Lucy comes back into the living room, she pauses and stares from the door. Her brows are creased in confusion as she lifts the bag and gives it a little shake.
“I don’t know about you, but this is one funny-looking pizza box.”
“I have to agree, considering I didn’t order us pizza.”
She walks further into the room and places the bag down on the coffee table. Opening it up, she does a little shimmy with her shoulders.
“Oh my God, Thai! My favourite.” I laugh at her reaction.
Nailed it.
It doesn’t take long for us to be back on the couch, relaxing with our food. She hits play on the TV and the second Twilight comes on the screen. That beautiful blush of hers comes back, and she side-eyes me.
“We never got a chance to watch it, so I thought we should carry on where we left off.”
I know her words don’t have a double meaning, but still, her telltale blush creeps up her neck. What I would give to carry on exactly where we left off last time.
“You just want to see some glitter boys running around the screen half naked.”
She barks out a laugh. “Well, obviously!”
It really does feel like the night all of this started. Lucy was acting shy and awkward, and I was enjoying every minute of watching her squirm. I’m in shock that she actually wanted to spend time with me, alone, after the last time and our most recent encounter.
I’m lost in my own world, thinking of memories from the best time in my life, when Lucy lets out the sexiest noise I have heard in a very long time. I whip my head towards her, only to see she has a mouthful of noodles.
“This is amazing!” She moans again, causing my dick to twitch. “I still can’t get used to good food. You’d think I had been starved the past few years.”
Fuuuuuck.
I could cum in my boxers from the noises she’s making. This girl has no fucking clue what she does to me. I clear my throat before trying to speak.
“Did you not eat well when you were away?”
“No, the food was awful. I was so busy with shows that by the time I got a chance to eat, the good stuff had already gone. Me and Sara lived off breakfast bars and fruit most of the time.”
“That sounds like me on the daily. I come back here as often as I can just to snag some of mum’s home cooking.”
“That’s something I have missed the most.” She says sadly, “Not that I ever get the chance to come back often.”
“That’s what happens when you’re a famous dancer.”
She smiles at that. “I wish I were famous; hopefully, one day that will happen. I just really needed a break, you know? I haven’t stopped in so long.”
That’s because you’ve been running away. I think to myself. I wish I could say it to her, but I can’t. Otherwise, she will do what she does best and run again.
“Yeah, I know the feeling,” I mumble, finishing off my food to stop me from saying something that might scare her off.
After we finish eating, we clear up the room and make ourselves comfortable again on the couch.
I lean back, with my hands behind my head, and spread my legs out in front of me.
I feel content sitting here with a full belly and the woman of my dreams within reaching distance.
But when I turn to her, I see her eyeing the exposed skin between my t-shirt and joggers.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, a smug smile tugging at my lips.
“Mmhmm.” She mumbles in reply. I hear the swallow she makes as she tries to clear her throat.
I can’t look away from her. She’s squirming in her seat. Her bare legs are tucked up under her, and she holds a pillow close to her chest. I haven’t watched a damn second of this film; I am way too busy watching the sexy woman next to me.
“Are you sure? You seem kind of flustered.”
She blows out a breath before answering me. “I’m fine.”
Now I may not be the world's smartest man, but I know that when a woman says she's fine, she is most definitely not fine.
“Ah, I see. So, you being unable to sit still has absolutely nothing to do with what you were doing upstairs before I got here?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
Her mouth gapes in horror as she stares at me. Shit, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. My brain-to-mouth filter doesn’t seem to work whenever I’m around her. I wasn’t entirely sure about my assumption, but there is no doubting it now.
“I… I wasn’t doing anything.” She stutters out.
“So, you weren’t busy pleasuring yourself in this big empty house whilst you were here all alone?
Tell me, Sugar, what was it you were thinking about when you were getting off?
” Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, but I don’t stop goading her.
“Because there is only one person I ever think about when I need to cum, and my memories work for me. Every. Single. Time.”
Her breath hitches at my words. I know my girl well, and I know how much she loves how vocal I am about sex. It has always been her biggest turn on, and I can see the fire behind her eyes proving it still is.
When she still doesn’t speak, I continue. “Oh, wait, did I interrupt you before you got the chance to finish? Is that why you’re so agitated?” My voice is rough when I speak as the realisation hits me.
When she doesn’t answer again, I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. Fuck. No wonder she’s acting so flighty, she’s turned the fuck on and hasn’t finished off. I’m all for edging, but this must be torture for her.
Well, this just won’t do.
My dick is stiff as a rock. I palm it to try to ease off some of the tension that’s building. I haven’t felt this horny in such a long time, over six years to be precise.
She squeaks at the sight of my bulge through my joggers. From the position I’m in, I’m not leaving much to the imagination. I watch as she squeezes her legs together tighter and pinches her eyes shut.
“Baby,” I growl. “You know, there is an easy remedy for this. You’re the only one that’s holding back.”