Chapter 26
Charlie
I can see Max smirking at me through the window when I pull up to the rink. I smirk right back, and he meet him at the door where he lets me in.
“Have a good weekend?” Max asks, knowing damn well that I did.
“Yeah, it was great. Hope yours was too!”
“It was perfect. Would love to do it again sometime,” Max says with a wink.
I flush, still smiling like an idiot. God damn, he really is just too attractive. All the three of the guys are. This shit just can’t be real. I probably got into an accident on my way up here and my horny brain came up with these guys as a coma dream.
“And Andy treated you well? He seemed like he had a good time, but that asshole wouldn’t tell me anything!” Max huffs, frustrated.
“Oh yeah, he was wonderful. Both of you are too good to me.” I grin at the memory of just how wonderful Andy was yesterday as I make my way over to the rentals desk to put my stuff down.
“You deserve nothing but the best, gorgeous. I hope you brought a book today though. I’ve got nothing but lessons today, so I don’t think you’re going to have much to do.”
I pull my newest read out of my bag and pass it over for Max to inspect. “This one is a cowboy romance. It’s been a slow burn so far, but I think something interesting is about to happen.”
Max frowns at the cover, turning it over to read the description. “Never been a big fan of cowboys. Reminds me too much of those damn Albertans and their terrible driving skills.”
“That seems like a bit of an overgeneralization,” I admonish him.
“You haven’t lived here for a while so maybe you don’t remember, but they are all terrible at driving,” Max reminds me.
“Have you ever driven in Van? Absolutely everyone sucks at driving. Last winter I watched a 12 car pile up happen in slow motion because no one could figure out braking on an icy hill.”
“And I bet at least one of them was an Albertan,” Max counters and I roll my eyes.
Before I can answer him a flood of kids come running through the door for the first lesson of the day.
“Showtime,” Max murmurs, giving my arm a quick squeeze before heading over to the kids. I make my way over to the rentals desk and settle into my chair.
Before getting into my book, I watch Max for a few moments. He makes sure all the kids have their skates tied up tight before putting on his own. They all seem to look up to him and I love watching him interact with them. He’s going to be a great dad someday.
This weird feeling shows up in the pit of my stomach at that thought.
I have absolutely no clue how having children would work in a polyamorous relationship.
It doesn’t really matter, since this is all only temporary, but I do let myself ponder the logistics for a minute.
Andy would also be a great dad. Ben too, probably.
But I don’t think he likes me like that.
I wonder who the kid would call dad? Both of them?
I shake my head to clear the thought train before it goes completely off the rails and vow to look it up more later then finally settle into my book.
The day flies by in a series of steamy scenes and yee-haws. I only have a few pages left in my book when I hear Max flip the deadbolt on the front door and make his way over to me.
“You about ready to go?” he asks. Max has invited me to come get dinner with him and the guys after work.
“I actually only have, like, 5 pages left. Do you mind if I finish up quickly?” I ask sweetly.
“Not at all.” Max has a mischievous grin on his face.
I return to my book but can’t help but notice Max duck down under the desk.
I am pretty sure I know where this is going, but I continue to read and wait to see what he will do.
Next thing I know, I can feel Max’s hands sliding up my legs and then fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans.
He has my pants undone and is trying to shimmy them down my legs when I finally decide to lift my hips to help him.
“What are you doing Max?”
“Waiting for you to finish reading,” he informs me, looking up at me from between my legs.
“Okay so what are you doing to my pants?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow.
“They are in my way. Don’t worry about it. Finish your book.”
I try and go back to reading, obviously distracted by what is happening. He’s now pulling at my underwear, so I lift my hips again with a giggle. “Something I can help you with there Maximus?”
“Nope, I think I got it now. Finish your book,” he orders me again while spreading my thighs wide.
I make a point to roll my eyes but smile as I return to my book. I read exactly three words before Max’s mouth is on my pussy, lips sucking gently as his tongue swirls my clit lazily. Moaning, I slide my hips forward in the chair, causing Max to look up at me.
He pulls away from me with a frown. “If you stop, I stop. Keep reading.”
“How am I supposed to concentrate while you’re eating me out?”
“Just try. If you make it to the end, I’ll bend you over the rentals desk and fuck you silly.”
I giggle. “Okay but what if I can’t make it to the end?”
“Then I guess we’re gonna have to work overtime,” Max teases.
I go back to my book as max restarts his tantalizing torture between my thighs. I try really hard to focus but only make it through a half a page before a quiet moan escapes, and my eyes flutter close.
Max stops suddenly, making me growl in frustration.
He plants light kisses against my thighs and waits for me to start reading again before continuing.
This happens a few more times and I make it through two pages but literally could not tell you what happened on them.
The book might as well be in a different language.
Max has worked me into a frenzied mess and there is no way I am finishing this book.
“Max,” I moan breathlessly. “I can’t finish this book. You’re too good. Just fuck me, please.”
Max rips the book from my hands and chucks it across the office, making me giggle. “Anything for you, gorgeous. Especially when you ask so nicely.”
In mere seconds, Max has popped up from under the desk, pulled me up from the chair, and flipped me around so that the fronts of my thighs are pressed against the edge of the table. A hand on my back bends me over gently and a small kick to each foot has me spread open and ready for him.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” Max murmurs, running his thumb over my slit once before I hear the telltale sounds of a zipper coming undone and a condom being unwrapped.
“I could return the favour first, if you’d like.” God, I hope he says no. I need him to fuck me already. But fair is fair.
“No need baby. I’ve been waiting for this since you showed up in those ridiculously tight jeans this morning,” Max growls before pushing into me with one hard thrust.
Fuck YES.
Max fucks me quick and dirty, but so deliciously deep.
My breasts drag against the smooth wood of the desk as he pounds into me, only adding to the intensity.
Then, just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel any better than this, he reaches around my front and starts rubbing my clit in small, furious circles.
“Oh my god, Max!” I cry as I find my release. He comes right after me, grunting my name with one final hard thrust into me.
We both still for a moment while we catch our breath, but too soon Max is pulling out of me and helping me back into a standing position. I turn to face him and see Max admiring me with a telltale sated smile gracing his lips.
“I would happily have kept you in that position and fucked you again gorgeous, but it’s not totally private here and I don’t want anyone seeing your O face except me.
“And Andy,” I remind him, reaching down to grab my pants from the floor.
Max chuckles, “Okay and Andy. Ben too, if you two decide you want that. But no one else!”
I’m not sure how I could possibly need a third man in my life when I’m being so thoroughly fucked and taken care of by two already.
But it’s not like the idea is unappealing to me or anything.
Just feels like maybe that would be pushing my luck.
Besides, Ben has given me no reason to think that he would even be remotely interested in something like that.
“What the fuck?” Max exclaims as I’m pulling my jeans back on.
Max is looking out the front windows and I follow his line of sight until my eyes meet Chucks.
I stare, shocked to be seeing him again.
The years really have not been kind to him.
His dark hair is dirty and overgrown. Dark circles line his bloodshot eyes.
He looks nothing like the boy I remember but at the same time, it’s exactly how I would picture him in my head if I ever allowed myself to think about this haunted part of my past.
A menacing grin spreads across his face as a chill runs down my spine.
Max buttons his pants and launches himself over the desk before I even have the chance to button my own.
He’s too late though, and Chuck has taken off before Max gets the door open.
He looks like he’s going to start chasing Chuck down the street.
“Max!” I call out. “Just let him go.”
“This psycho is fucking stalking you now!” Max growls. “How does he even know you work here?”
I am wondering the same thing myself. I can’t seem to shake this dark, ominous feeling and I visibly shiver which makes Max come over to me and wrap me up in his arms.
“I want you to come stay at my place tonight. At least until we can figure this out.” Max rubs small, soothing circles on my back.
I nod into his chest because I can’t seem to find my words.
Chuck has always had this power over me that makes me shut down.
Just seeing him makes me panic even after all this time.
I don’t even want to think about what Max means by “figure it out” but if it means that I never have to see Chuck again, I don’t care what it is.
Well, at least in this moment when my feelings are running so high, I don’t care.
Max keeps his arm around my shoulders as he takes me out to his truck and helps me in. He reaches up and gives me a quick kiss. “I’m gonna call Andy and just tell him to bring food home. We’ll go out another night.”
I nod again, letting Max close the door.
I watch him bring his phone up to his ear and listen to the muffled talking while he makes his way around the truck.
He hangs up and makes one more phone call while standing outside the driver’s side door.
I can’t really hear what Max is saying, but I hear him say, “find him” as he opens his door.
He hangs up and gets in, looking over at me with a worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, and his hand comes to rest on my thigh.
“Yeah,” I finally manage to speak. “I mean, it's not like he did anything. He’s just so ... unnerving,” I admit.
“Don’t worry Charlie. Your boys are going to take care of it. We got you.”