Part 36 (1/2)

My eyes close in delight as he hisses out, ”f.u.c.k. Jesus, Lena, I-f.u.c.k.” He presses into me from behind, his hard heat pus.h.i.+ng into my a.s.s, a finger sliding back and forth through my heat. He puts his lips to my ear and whispers, ”You always gonna be this wet for me?”

Not even a moment's hesitation. ”Always, baby.” I haven't even noticed he's removed his boxers 'til the head of him seeks entrance. Arching my back, I hold the counter tight and mutter, ”For as long as you want me.”

He stills at my back, and my eyes snap open as I think hard about what I've said wrong. Moving my hair over my shoulder, a gentle kiss at the base of my neck eases my tension. With his lips against me, he utters, ”When are you gonna understand, woman?” His c.o.c.k slides through my wet heat, teasing. I moan weakly. He places himself at my entrance before stating harshly, ”I am never letting you go.”

With one severe thrust, he's inside of me, stretching me, all the way. And I see stars. I gasp, ”Oh G.o.d!” at the same time Max lets out a guttural, ”Jesus. f.u.c.k.”

Bending at the waist, I lower my face to the counter, resting my cheek to the cool surface as he pounds into me angrily. Every single thrust pulls a pant from me. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce in time with my body. Max snakes a hand around my stomach, pulling me deeper into him as he drives into me. He's so deep he hits places of me I didn't know existed. It's amazing. Breathtaking.

Slamming into me, he whispers, ”s.h.i.+t. Perfect. Tell me what you need, baby.”

Shame long out the window, I cry out, ”Pull my hair.” Never stopping his violent pace, he reaches up and wraps his fingers into my hair, pulling lightly. But it's not enough. When I wheeze out, ”Harder,” his grip and pace turn cruel.

He hisses out, ”f.u.c.k, you're amazing.”

More painful than expected, I moan loudly as my core contracts suddenly. The pressure builds higher and higher. My core squeezes tighter and tighter. Sweat streams down my forehead and neck as I grit my teeth expectantly, waiting for the impact of the delicious torture I'm being a.s.saulted with.

My body goes numb with perfect warmth as the stars behind my eyes explode, shattering into a million pieces like a mosaic of multicolored gla.s.s. Beautiful and painful at the same time. I come around him, moaning, milking him with every pull, and he growls, ”Right behind ya, babe.”

His thrusts turn erratic, uncontrollable, and in the state of bliss I'm in, I squeeze him internally, wanting his release. Releasing my hair, he grips my hips and drives into me b.a.l.l.s deep once more before his fingers dig into me. A low, guttural sound is forced out of his throat as his c.o.c.k explodes inside of me, jerking. As he comes down from his high, he slowly pulls out then pushes back in. He does this a number of times and our combined arousal runs down my thighs.

No condom.

At my uncharacteristically calm thought, he states, ”Didn't use a condom.”

I nod, turning back to him, looking over my shoulder, his c.o.c.k still inside me. ”I'm on birth control. I have an implant in my arm. And I'm clean.”

His eyes soften. ”Get tested every year at my physical. I'm good.”

I smile a small smile. ”Well, all right then.”

Pulling out, he turns me, pressing me back into the counter, his hard, naked body on mine. ”Never f.u.c.ked like that before.”

My smile turns shy. ”Me either.”

Max leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. ”Never wanted to before you.” He pulls back, placing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. ”I wasn't lying, Lena. You drive me crazy.”

I swallow hard. ”Crazy can be good.”

His eyes dance. ”With you, anything's good.”

He's killing me. I must save myself from the sweet! Slipping out from under his arm, I rush toward the shower. ”Last one in's a rotten egg!”

He chuckles behind me and I start the shower, wondering what it would take for Max to love me like I do him.

Chapter Thirty-Five.

Helena Max and I woke early, cuddling and exchanging sweet kisses before we had to pick up Ceecee from Tina's, where Mama Leokov had been watching all the children the night before. Time kept creeping up on us, but we didn't care. We'd both showered the night before, and thanks to Max's overnight bag, he'd packed everything he needed, from clothes, an electric shaver and hair wax, to deodorant and cologne.

If you asked me if I had dug into that bag when he wasn't there just to smell his cologne, I would tell you to mind you own freaking business...but I wouldn't deny it. In fact, the second pillow on my bed smelled an awful lot like that cologne. Funny, as I use that pillow as my snuggle pillow.

When it came time to go, I slid on navy sweats, a white tank, a black zip-up sports jacket, and slipped on my sneakers, putting my hair up in a high ponytail, and not a st.i.tch of makeup. Max walked out of the bathroom and I almost died.

By G.o.d, he is magnificent.

He strolled out of my bathroom wearing black sweats, white Chucks, and nothing else. I eyed the lean, hard ridges of his stomach, my mouth parting in appreciation. When a tight black tee covered those ridges, I felt myself pout. Max strolled over to me, stopping only an inch away. He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lifted my face to his. He pressed a firm, meaningful kiss on my pouting lips before pulling away, his golden eyes searching mine. ”You keep looking at me like that and we'll never get going.”

I breathed, ”Right,” but my eyes went to his lips.

He stepped away and groaned, ”Lena! f.u.c.k. Now look at what you've done.” He grasped his growing erection and I laughed softly, covering my blush with my hand. He glared at me. ”Yeah. Laugh it up. I'm gonna scare the f.u.c.kin' kids with this s.h.i.+t! So, stop.”

But I couldn't. I walked over to him and pressed myself into his body, smiling up at him. Placing a hand on his chest, I teased, ”You get moody when you're h.o.r.n.y.”

His muttered response was fuel for my ego. ”Never been this h.o.r.n.y before in my life, not even when I was a teenager.” He reached back to the counter for his black NY baseball cap, placed it on his head, and then glowered down at me. ”You got p.u.s.s.y voodoo or some s.h.i.+t, I swear.”

He took my hand and led me to the door, grabbing a hoodie on the way. ”Let's go, cupcake.” He paused at the door, looking back at me with that familiar tender gleam in his eyes. ”Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

Ugh. Swoon.

I give Max the name of the park, and luckily, he knows where it is. I turn in my seat to chat to a nervous looking Ceecee. Her golden eyes bright with excitement, her auburn hair pulled into two sweet looking pigtails, dressed in a pink velour tracksuit, and white tee, she looks gorgeous this morning. ”How're you doing back there, young gra.s.shopper?”

She looks up at me with wide eyes and whispers, ”I don't know if I can do this.”

My eyes narrow at her. Sergeant Lena, coming through! ”Don't give me that BS. Look at what you've done all by yourself in the last month. It's short of a miracle. Your fitness is past what I planned for. If you can do that, you can do this.”

She raises her brows. ”I didn't do that alone. You helped.”

I roll my eyes. ”Semantics. I didn't force you; you agreed to do it and you kept your promise.” It's true that I still have a light session with Ceecee three times a week before our cooking lessons, as well as the three sessions she has with James. And she does it without complaint.

The kid is a little socially awkward. She has friends at school, but she doesn't like for them to come over, or for her to go to their houses, mainly because those houses aren't access-friendly for people in wheelchairs. Ceecee told me how once she went to a school friend's house and it was awkward. So awkward that Ceecee decided having friends at school was okay, but that was as far as it went. There would be no friend communication outside of school.

I told her that she must be lonely. My heart broke when she responded with a light shrug, saying she was used to it. I'm feeling all too protective of this girl. I can see it and realize this could be an issue, but, G.o.d help me, I can't stop myself from trying to help. This isn't just another child. This is Max's child. And she is a sweet, smart, self-conscious girl who I want the best for. I love Max. And I love Ceecee just as much. Maybe more, because she needs it more. As long as I'm around, Ceecee will never feel lonely. I swear it.

When she swallows hard, face pale, I start to sweat. ”Hey,” she looks up at me, near panting, and I utter quietly, ”if you really think you can't do this, we'll go home.” She blinks up at me in surprise and I feel the need to reiterate, ”This is your choice, honey. One hundred percent.”

And just as I knew she would, she responds a hushed, ”Maybe I'll just go and see how I feel.”

A beaming smile crosses my face. ”That's my girl.”

Max squeezes my knee in grat.i.tude. He knows better than to cut into our girl-talk. Never taking his eyes off the road, he talks back to Ceecee over his shoulder. ”Baby girl, how would you feel about going to Coney Island tomorrow?”

Her eyes widen. ”Really?”

Max smiles. ”No s.h.i.+t.”

A shy smile spreads across her face. ”Okay, but only if Helena comes.”