Chapter Five
Lauren
That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
And the hottest.
As I stood outside the slightly open door to Wade’s bedroom, my heart pounded in my chest. My panties were wet, and my bra felt tight, my nipples tingling in their lace cups. I tried to calm myself down, though, holding my breath and walking on tiptoes as I made my way to Max’s room. I had a feeling that if Wade found out I saw him jerking off, he would bite my head off.
Well, if he didn’t want anyone to see him, he should have closed his bedroom door.
Like him, I hadn’t expected to be home so soon. I was supposed to be on a date with Max, but I had to cut dinner short when I saw someone who looked like one of Clyde’s thugs. As it turned out, I was mistaken, but I felt as if reality had punched me in the face, reminding me of how dangerous my situation was.
Now was not the time to be going out on dates with my pretend boyfriend.
The voice of my conscience reared its big head again, scolding me for pretending I had amnesia and going along with Max’s scheme. But what was I supposed to do? He said he was going to take care of me, words I hadn’t heard in so long. After waking up in a hospital bed and remembering what I’d just been through, I was lost. I was broken. I was alone. I needed someone to save me, and he offered. My knight with the gorgeous blue eyes. Was I supposed to jump out of the tower to my death when he was offering to whisk me away to his castle?
How I wished I did have amnesia. I wanted to forget my parents’ accident. And Clyde. And the murder I had witnessed. I wanted a clean slate, a fresh start after the hell I’d been through. Was that so bad?
For a while, I did forget, thanks to the men I had been living with. I hadn’t really been able to spend much time with Jake, but I could still remember when I first bumped into him in my hospital room. Back then, I had been so afraid of many things, but not of him, even though his chest and shoulders were so broad and his arms looked thick enough to crush me. On the contrary, I wanted to be imprisoned in those arms, to bury my head in his chest. He reminded me of a hero in one of those Highland romance novels I used to read. A warrior. A leader. A protector. One hell of a lover.
As for Max, he was like a movie star…part gentleman…part bad boy. A hundred percent hot.
And Wade? He was…a challenge. His Southern accent and sullen mood gave off lone cowboy vibes, but he was more like a hurricane. Ominous. Impossible to predict or tame. And yet, when he had me in his arms even just briefly, I felt like I wouldn’t mind getting swept away. Even more so after what I’d just seen.
They had helped me forget my troubles, and I wanted to keep forgetting. Maybe one day, I could tell them about Clyde. Or maybe one day, this would all just blow over and I wouldn’t have to. But for now, I wanted to keep pretending everything was going to be fine. I would just have to be more careful.
I grabbed some clothes from the settee at the end of the bed, thinking of taking a shower before Max returned. I did promise him we’d eat the dessert he brought from the restaurant while we watched a movie to make up for the shortened dinner. He was still in the car talking to someone. Jake maybe? I’d barely seen him all day. Then again, Max had on that same serious look he had worn last night when I walked into the living room, so maybe it was job-related. What did he say his job was again? Helping with a friend’s business? With the way he was working, it seemed like he was doing more than that. But it wasn’t my concern.
Before heading to the bathroom, I glanced at the door to Wade’s room. It was shut now. Good. At least, I wouldn’t have to worry about not being seen anymore.
I still treaded lightly, though, the soles of my bare feet hardly making a sound on the soft carpet and the cool ceramic tiles. I closed the door behind me and set my change of clothes down on the stool, then I took off my floral dress, letting it fall into a puddle at my feet.
I shed the rest of my clothes, stepping into the shower. I turned the knob and cool water splattered against my skin. A few more turns and it came up to the perfect temperature.
I basked in the luxury, letting the drops of water trickle down through my hair and onto skin. I closed my eyes and willed it to wash away my fears and worries, trying to think instead only of the good. Of the roof I had over my head. Of the bed I’d been sleeping in and the food I’d been eating. Of Jake with his large body and his warm brown eyes. Of Max with his breathtaking smile.
And Wade, with his tattooed sculpted arms, his chest that seemed fashioned of woven steel and his ripped abdomen.
And of course, his thick, hard cock.
Just the memory of it pulsing in his hand, growing larger and wetter, sent ripples of simmering excitement under my skin. The mound between my legs tingled, aching to be touched.
So I touched myself.
I spread my knees further apart, then reached down to find my burning clitoris. I stroked the bud of flesh slowly at first, coaxing it out of hiding so I could trace circles around it. Then I recalled how Wade’s hand furiously moved up and down his cock, how the muscles of his abdomen quivered, and how his lips formed a soft oval as he tried to keep his breathing under control. My clit swelled, and I stroked it faster, moving the tips of my fingers back and forth to create a satisfying friction.
The friction sent sparks traveling through my veins. Heat swirled in my breasts. I cupped one of them as I continued to stroke myself, rubbing my engorged nipple while thinking of Wade’s buff marvel of a body.
Strangely, another body appeared in my mind—Jake’s with his thick arms coated in a thin layer of hair. I imagined the same tendrils on his chest, a trail leading down past his navel to the nest around the base of his girthy cock. I pictured that part of him not as long as Wade’s but thicker, growing even larger as he stroked it the way Wade did his while watching me with lustful eyes.
Just thinking of him watching me made my fingers move faster, the heat in my vagina more impatient for release. I imagined they were Max’s long fingers strumming me while Jake watched me stroke Wade’s cock. I recalled that tortured look on his face as he approached the climax of pleasure, trying desperately to reach it. His head was thrown back against the pillow, eyes half-lidded and jaw clenched. His stomach was taut as well, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing. He was close. I was close.
My body shuddered as I imagined his trembling. I came undone, letting out moans that were muffled by the shower, as I replayed the act of him cumming, strings of white shooting out from the tip of his cock to coat his fingers and land on the bed sheet.
I let the wave of pleasure rip through me and shivered in its throes, trying to hang on to every bit of ecstasy for as long as I could until it gradually ebbed, leaving me gasping for air. I placed my palms against the tiled wall as I wobbled slightly and kept them there, bowing my head as I waited for my heartbeat to slow down and my lungs to be replenished with air.
The water soaked my hair and turned it into a thick curtain. A puddle started to form around my toes.
I was still catching my breath when the door suddenly opened. I quickly turned my back to it while hugging my breasts.
“Would you mind? I’m taking a shower here.”
“Right. Sorry.”
I turned around and saw Max standing in the doorway, his blue eyes wide. He had taken off his jacket, but even without that piece of his suit, he still looked impressive. He was tall and trim and exuding confidence as if it was his signature cologne.
“I was just worried about you,” he said without looking at me. “Are you okay now?”
Was I? I had just imagined being intimate with three men. Didn’t that mean I was cheating on Max? True, he wasn’t really my boyfriend, but still…
“I’ll leave you alone,” Max said as he grabbed the doorknob. “When you’re done, we can…”
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed him by the necktie. “Stay.”
I didn’t want him to go. Real boyfriend or not, I wanted him, and it was clear from the way his eyes narrowed and sharpened with the edge of desire as they raked over my naked body that he wanted me, too.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. I still couldn’t understand how I could be so attracted to three men I’d only just met, but I knew I wanted to make the most of my time with each of them.
“I’m sure.”
I pulled him closer, close enough that our lips collided. I heard the bathroom door close, then the drumming of my heart in my ears as it raced anew.
As Max’s tongue kept mine busy, I yanked his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. I started unbuttoning it, working my way up. When I was nearly done, he stepped back to get rid of it, along with his tie. I stared at his chest. It wasn’t ripped like Wade’s, but it was toned, the muscles and the ridges between them well-defined. He had clearly put some work into his body. There was a small patch of ink on the left side of his chest above his nipple—a dove. I lifted my hand and brushed my fingertips against it.
“Is this the only tattoo you have?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s in honor of my mom.”
“Oh.” I took my hand off it, feeling as if I had touched something I shouldn’t have.
He grabbed my wrist and kissed my palm, his gaze burning into mine. “It’s okay. You can touch me as much as you want. Wherever you want.”
That offer again. Anything. Everything. Wherever.
It almost sounded cocky, but it just aroused me even more. Fresh ripples of excitement coursed through my veins.
My gaze dropped to Max’s crotch. He did say wherever.
I still felt shy, though. My fingers trembled as they worked on the button and the zipper of his pants. When I brushed against the bulge in his boxers, I stopped, drawing a breath. He continued where I left off, letting his pants fall to his ankles and then stepping out of them. Then he took off his boxers. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his cock.
It was just like him. Long. Smooth. Confident. Now that it had been freed, it stood proudly, pointing straight at me. My mouth watered.
I swallowed as I touched it, gently running my fingers across the length toward the leaking tip. When I spread the drop of moisture around with the pad of my thumb, Max jerked. A sound rumbled in his throat.
I looked at him. Was that a crack in the armor?
The thought of having this beautiful, confident man in the palm of my hand went to my head. I wanted to break through his composure, to bring out the beast I had caught a glimpse of before.
I went down on my knees and took the tip of his cock inside my mouth. As I sucked, Max drew in a sharp breath and gripped my hair. I hollowed out my cheeks and tried to take him in as deep as I could, but my mouth was small and there was just too much of him. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I stopped, tears escaping from the corners of my eyes. I took a moment to swallow and relax, then I pulled away slightly, swirling my tongue around him. He trembled.
I started to move my head back and forth, stroking his length in tandem and caressing his engorged balls with my other hand. My mouth started to grow sore. A tear trickled down my cheek. But as I looked up, I saw the expression of pleasure on Max’s face and the haze of desire in his eyes. It made everything worth it.
I was going to continue until he came, but he suddenly pushed me off him and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me as he backed me up against the wall of the shower, then he turned me around so he could pepper my back with kisses. His hands explored my body, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples, stroking my stomach and gripping my ass. It was his turn to touch me wherever he wanted and my turn to tremble and moan.
When his fingers found my other pair of lips, I let out a whimper. His hand was better than mine, making my clit swell once more while the other traced the wet folds of my skin. As he slipped a finger inside me from behind, he sucked on my nape. I gasped.
I clawed at the tiles as he stroked me. I was already so wet that his finger could move in and out of me smoothly. When he slid in another, his fingers made a sound, blending in with my moans bouncing off the tiles and the water from the shower running.
He stroked me and stretched me, making my knees quiver. My pussy reveled in his attention, melting and tingling, but aching for more. I reached for his cock and threw a gaze at him over my shoulder.
“I want you, Max.”
He let out a low growl as he turned me around, pinning me against the cold wall. I leaned on it and held on to him as he kissed me fiercely and lifted one of my legs. When I felt the tip of his cock brush against my drenched pussy lips, I shivered.
He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his length inch by inch. I did my best to relax, though I found myself holding my breath. When he finally stopped, I exhaled, taking the moment to rest, but it was fleeting, the calm before the storm. In the next moment, he lifted me up, clutching my ass. I wrapped my legs around him so that I wouldn’t fall, but the new position pushed him deeper inside me and I let out a cry. I had never been held like this before or filled up so much.
As Max started moving, the moans kept spilling past my lips. I was completely at his mercy, so all I could do was moan and cling to him and hope that I wouldn’t break as he pounded into me.
I was coming undone, my thoughts going blank and my vision getting hazy. My body was growing numb to everything but pleasure.
And I loved it. It was exactly what I had asked for.
When he moved faster, my moans turned into cries. I was probably louder than the shower now, but I didn’t care. The waves of ecstasy were coming to wash over me. I couldn’t wait.
As Max thrust deep inside me, I threw my head back. My toes curled. My nails dug into his skin as I felt myself tighten around him, wringing his cock of every last drop of warm cum. Inside me, his cock quivered. His ragged breaths mixed with his grunts.
I trembled as I waited for the aftershocks of pleasure to subside, then stayed still. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, my body drained.
But completely satisfied.
Max also didn’t move for a few seconds as he caught his breath, then he slowly got me off him and put me down. I had to lean against the wall because my legs were still like jelly.
He touched my cheek. “Are you okay, Lauren?”
His voice was tender now, his eyes soft.
I gave him a smile. “I’m good. Very good, in fact.”
The smile he gave me in return took what little breath I had regained away. Warmth flooded my chest.
He glanced at the water that was still running. “Shall we take a shower and enjoy the rest of the evening like we talked about?”
I nodded. “I would love to.”