“Max,” I cry as I feel my inner muscles flutter around his hard, molten cock. I don’t want it to end yet, but it’s coming, and I can’t hold it back.
“Tess…” he says again, my name comes out as a hiss from his lips, and I fall over the edge. My climax hits. It steals my breath, and his thrusts increase in speed while one hand keeps locked on my throat, and the other is digging into my ass, using the hold so that each thrust hits that perfect spot.
“Tess…” he repeats, and I fall again, but this time it is a different kind of fall. I love him.
The knowledge scares me. It utterly terrifies me. I love Maxwell Kincaid. I think most of me did before I even met him, and I don’t know what that means and I don’t have time to process it now. I see the beauty of his on climax move over his face. I shift and lift my other leg, so they both wrap around him tightly.
He sinks even farther with the change. His fingers find my center, teasing my clit while he keeps pounding into me. Our eyes never lose contact. I do my best to hold off my second orgasm, just so I can watch his, but I can’t. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers prove to be too much.
“Let me have it, Kitten. Give it all to me,” he groans, and I can feel the warmth of his climax even through the latex.
“Max!” I cry out because this climax isn’t slow and steady. This orgasm is huge, earth-shattering. I’m almost afraid of the force of it, but Max is with me. I’m safe with Max. Somehow, I know I always will be.
20
Max
“Tess! Where are you?” I call out for the fifth or sixth time. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I’ve been looking right through the house for her and can’t find her anywhere. Tess and I are living in a safe house, which is a cottage on a private beach owned by the Vipers. Marcum set us up here, and we’ve been here for two weeks. I know we’re living on borrowed time, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life. Not until this time with Tess. Marcum and the boys have set me up with fake info and are pushing to relocate me across the border. I keep putting them off. Marcum thinks it’s because of Tess and he’s right. The thought of leaving her, guts me. I thought time would help work her from my system, but the opposite is true. I’m more invested now than ever. I need to show her the papers that Marcum has fixed for her. It may not be fair to ask her to leave everything behind to move with me, but I can’t let her go. It will be freer there for sure. We won’t have to hide in the house. We could live a semi-normal life. We’d still be looking over our shoulder, but this way we could be together. “Tess!” I growl; going past worry to panic now.
I go out of the back door, wanting to yell out her name again, but we try not to announce those, even if it is a private beach, you can’t trust it. I see her down by the water looking out over the ocean, and instantly my fear recedes. It’s probably not healthy to be as obsessed with a woman as I am about Tess. It’s too fucking late now.
“Kitten, you scared me.”
She puts her hand over her forehead to block the sun, why I don’t know. There is no sun. It’s a dark, overcast, cool, fall day in Florida, and you can smell the scent of rain in the air even over the ocean salt.
“I lost track of time, Mad Max. You worry too much.”
“We can’t be too careful, Kitten. I’ve told you that.”
“It’s not me they’re after Max. If they find me, I’ll be fine, and you’ll know; they’d swarm the house looking for you,” she says, and her voice is tense.
I sit down on the sand beside her, watching the waves crash. I’ve lived in Florida my whole life, but never cared much about visiting the ocean. Since moving here with Tess, it has helped me breathe again.
“Do you want out? Is it time?” I ask her, needing to know if she’s done.
“Don’t ask me that, Max, not right now,” she says and that feeling in my chest blooms again. “I’m going back to the house to fix some dinner.”
“Why not right now? I told you to tell me when you had enough; when it became too much, or you just decided you didn’t want this any longer.”
“Yeah, you did. You covered your bases, Max. Relax, your conscience is clear.” She pulls away from my hold and stands, dusting the sand off of her jeans and starts walking back to the house.
“Stop. Don’t you go another fucking step, Tess.”
She stops and turns back to me, but her eyes are shooting fire.
“Are you done with this? Do you want out? They are simple questions woman, fucking answer them.”