Beyond Eighteen (13 page)

“
I’m sorry, Max,” she
cried as she stumbled over the threshold.

“
Yeah, me too,” I snapped
as I slammed the door.

The weight of what I did
landed on my shoulders and I couldn’t get my eyes to leave the
floor. I leaned down just enough to push my hands against the tops
of my knees.
What the hell just happened?
I can’t believe she did that to me.
I
closed my eyes and stood up. I needed to collect all the crap Emily
laid on me and let it go. I took a huge breath, giving my lungs the
oxygen they craved, giving my body the strength I needed to go back
and deal with Calvin and Dan. Emily’s words blasted through my
mind.

She isn’t right for you.

Where was she today?

Calvin told me she’s one of your
students…

Girlfriends don’t just leave their
boyfriends alone at one of the worst times of their lives.

Fuucckkk! Why did she do
that to me?
I squeezed my eyes shut and
slammed my fists against the sides of my head. I didn’t want to
hear her words in my head any more.

“
Max?” I heard the
sweetest sound, so delicate, just above a whisper. I opened my
eyes, my fists still glued to my temples. She was the most
beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes damp with sadness, she
warily stepped toward me, like every step she was choosing could
destroy us.

“
Wilson,” I breathed
nervously.

The way she wrapped her arms around her
stomach and tugged at the edge of the gray hoodie told me she
must’ve heard everything.

“
How long were you
standing there?”

“
Long enough,” she
answered, tilting her head as she wedged her bottom lip between her
teeth. Every word I said to Emily shifted and flashed through my
head. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

“
I’m sorry,” I
whispered.

“
Are you?” she asked as
she slowly walked toward me. Her blonde hair tumbled across her
cheek. My heart started pounding hard in my chest. Her hips swayed
with every step. She reached out, inching her hand up my chest to
the back of my neck. Our eyes met and tangled in a wordless
conversation that seemed to last forever.
I don’t want her to leave again. I can’t lose her to another
fucked up misunderstanding. I won’t let her go.

“
Yeah, I guess…I mean…I
didn’t…well, she shouldn’t have—” I stammered, trying to find the
right words to release the guilt that was filling me.

“
No, she shouldn’t
have…now, are you going to stop talking and kiss me?” she growled
as she pulled me down to her lips. She was in control. Our mouths
met, her tongue pushed and tangled with mine. She tasted like every
flavor of sexy I’d missed. My hands clutched her hips before I
pulled her entire body against mine. I consumed her moan, grabbed
her ass, and bit her bottom lip, causing her to whimper. I could
feel her nipples against my chest. Instantly, my body reacted and I
was rock hard. I swayed my hips and pressed myself against her. Her
breathing hitched before she pulled at the back of my shirt. Every
part of my body needed her to be naked and under me.

“
I’ve missed you so much,
Wilson,” I growled against her ear.

“
Max,” she whispered as I
pinned her against the wall, kissing down her neck and across her
collarbone. My tongue pleasurably grazed her skin, tasting the
sweet salt of her flesh. I felt her heartbeat speed as my mouth
reached the base of her neck. I smiled when I heard the velocity of
her breathing accelerate. I inhaled her scent before exhaling
against her skin, making sure the warmth of my breath created a
swirling ache deep within her.

“
We can’t just
leave—”

“
Shhhh,” I interrupted
before bringing my mouth back against hers. I didn’t want to hear
anything but yes spring from between her lips. I didn’t want to
stop kissing her. Didn’t want to hear what we were supposed to be
doing. I just wanted to escape into her and make her crave me from
the inside out. I pulled her away from the wall and we drifted into
the bathroom next to the stairs. Without letting her go, I kicked
the door closed behind us. I know it probably wasn’t the best
choice, the bathroom and all, but my need to be alone with her
outweighed the reasoning of where it was going to be.

“
God, Wilson, I want you
so bad. Can you feel what you do to me?” I asked as I thrust my
hips against her.

“
Ah-hum,” she moaned as
she nodded her head, causing her hair to tickle against my cheek. I
found my way around her jaw, my tongue tasting her skin as my lips
enveloped her earlobe. I wanted to kiss her behind her ear. I knew
it was the one place I could go and she’d agree to anything I’d
ask.

She sighed, letting out a low-timbre hum.
That’s when I knew I had her; it was that sound that drove me
fucking crazy.

She pulled fists full of
my dress shirt from my waist, hurriedly, her hands searching for my
skin.
Damn, her hands are scalding hot
against my stomach.
Her knuckles carved
into my skin as she struggled to unbutton my pants. I knew she
wanted me as badly as I wanted her. My lips traced up her jaw,
searching for and finally catching her mouth. I hummed against her
and our heavy breathing switched to gasps when she reached for my
waist. I felt her hands lose the struggle with the button of my
pants and cling to either side of my face, her fingers tangling and
pinning my hair against my ears as I pressed her against the wall
next to the sink.

I moaned, she followed, and we both knew
we’d reached a point to which we’d never go back; nothing would be
like it was before this moment. Wilson was everything I needed. Her
eyes opened, giving me an instant to replay every time she looked
at me, every time I tasted her skin, every minute of every day that
she made me feel alive.

I yanked the collar of my hoodie down off
her shoulder and pressed my lips to the curve of her frame, giving
my mouth the freedom to taste every inch between her neck and the
tops of her breasts. It was as exciting as tasting her for the
first time, all over again.

“
Listen, either we go
upstairs now, or I’ll have to take you right here,” I growled
against her.

“
You wouldn’t do
that.”

“
What? You don’t believe
me?” I leaned away, meeting her eyes.

“
Nope,” she smiled as she
slid her hand down my chest to the front of my pants.

“
Fine! You asked for it,”
I barked before I snatched at the button of her pants and tugged
with such force her zipper came down at the same time. I stretched
my fingers down either side of her hips and thrust her pants down
past her thighs. Her white silk and lace panties clung to her
perfectly. I stretched my mouth to hers. I wanted to take her like
never before. I plunged my hand down between her legs.

I pressed my fingers into her as she swung
her hips against my touch. Her breath caught and she moaned when I
drove my fingers deeper. Her warmth trapped me and threw me with a
shark-frenzied mentality. Whether we were in my room or here, I
knew she wanted me and I wanted her; nothing else mattered except
my need to be inside of her.

I slipped off her panties and slid my hands
under her arms, lifting her onto the sink. I half expected her to
tell me no, but when she cleared her pants from around her ankles
and kicked them aside I knew she wanted what I was about to give
her. I pulled at the bottom of the hoodie and she helped me take it
off. Now the only thing she had left covering her body was her
white silk and lace bra, the matching mate to her panties that were
now lying on the tile floor. I needed to taste her, thrust my
tongue against her, make her shiver and push and drive her wild.
God she was so damn hot. Sexier than ever before.

I pushed my mouth to her chest before I
caught her nipple between my teeth. She whimpered. Her fingers
tangled in my hair as she pushed me lower, and I dropped to my
knees. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to give it to
her. Not yet.

“
Maaaaxxx,” she moaned as
she spread her legs apart and leaned back.

I pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh
and kissed everywhere except the space she wanted me to. I let my
hands trace her hips to the small of her back as my mouth teased
and tickled just enough of her.

“
Please, God, please,
Max,” she moaned. Damn, just hearing her beg was making it hard for
me not to lose it.

“
Oooh…my…Gawd…Maaxx…Plea—”
she whimpered even louder before I reached up and covered her
mouth. I stood up, pulling her off the sink. I couldn’t take it any
more. I needed to be inside her—feel her tighten, constrict, and
orgasm against me.

“
Turn around,” I commanded
in a rough whisper as I spun her around to face the sink. I
unbuttoned my pants and slipped my hand along her spine before
pushing her chest down against the counter. She stood up on her
tiptoes, ready for me. I hovered behind her long enough to feel her
legs begin to tremble. I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to
think, I just wanted to take her.

I pressed a little into
her, teasing her just enough before I had to pull back. I was
reaching for a condom but instead she pushed back against me and I
slid deeply into her. Automatically we began to sway and move
together. Damn, she was so warm, so tight…so ready for me to make
her combust. Our bodies fell into a familiar rhythm with one
another and I was driving myself deep within her. I placed one hand
firmly against her spine while I reached around front and massaged
her with my fingers. She was humming, shaking, and balancing on the
edge of losing it when I realized I didn’t…
Shit, I can’t…I don’t have a condom. Fuck. Stop! Now!
Fuucckkk.
She shook, vibrated, shuddered,
and moaned my name over and over again. I growled as I thrust into
her a few more times before I exploded, too, and fell against her
back, our bodies damp with the heat of what we just did. I felt her
fast-paced breathing unify with mine and suddenly the realization
of my mistake scared the shit out of me.
What did I just do?

~ Wilson ~

Max pressed his mouth between my shoulder
blades. His hair tickled my back. His breath, hot and damp, rolled
against my sensitive skin.
Oh my God! Having sex with Max in the
downstairs bathroom was completely and totally incredible. I think
I’m still shaking.
I pulled my hand out from under my chest and
held it out in front of me.
Yeah, I’m totally shaking.

“That was so intense, beyond anything you’ve
done before,” I whispered, not realizing I said it loud enough for
Max to hear.

“You were irresistible,” he whispered
breathily against my flesh before he rose off of me and pulled me
up into his strong, confident grip. His expression switched from a
sexy crescent smile to a look of severity that settled in his eyes
and oozed down through his body as he continued. “I was scared I
was going to lose you out there when you came toward me; I thought
you were going to keep walking past me and out the front door. I
was sure you were going to leave,” Max whispered.

“At first I
was
going to leave. I was
devastated when I saw Emily wrapped around you. But then I thought
I had to take it, like I deserved it. It was my payment for
everything I’ve put you through. Then when I saw you push her away
and defend our relationship it sparked something deep in my core.
It was like suddenly nothing else mattered but you and me. I craved
feeling you against me, knowing I’m the only woman you want.”

“You know you are my everything, Wilson. I
just can’t ever get enough of you,” he teased as he pulled me close
to him again. It felt so good to be in his arms.

“And babe, when you started to moan louder,
I just couldn’t take it. I couldn’t hold back,” he whispered across
my ear.

Oh shit, what if someone heard me? No, I
wasn’t that loud...was I? Oh my God, what if his mom heard me? Did
he even lock the door? No, nobody could hear us. Right?

Max refreshed his embrace around me. His
hands slid down to the small of my back and I finally noticed he
was still fully dressed.

“Hey, how did you get away with keeping your
clothes on?” I teased him as I pushed my hands up around his
collar, dragging my fingers to trace around his jaw line. He let
out a low, masculine growl before he pulled his lips into a
devilishly sexy smirk. Of course his verdant eyes, drenched with a
wicked gleam, followed suit as they narrowed.

“I didn’t have any time. You pushed back and
I couldn’t help myself,” he said dragging his hand through my
knotted hair before he pushed the loose strands behind my ears.

“It was different this time.
You
were
different, like a spark had been lit and we couldn’t get enough. We
were downright ravenous.”

I turned and caught our reflection in the
colossal mirror above the sink. I was totally flushed, and glowing
with that ‘yeah…I just had the best sex ever’ look. My hair was
damp around my hairline and my eyes appeared to have an added
enthusiasm as I recalled what he did to me. My mouth instantly
pulled into a wide, expansive smile that seemed to take up my
entire face. I glanced at Max. His shiny onyx hair lay tousled with
perfect chunky parts scattered invitingly against his face. Our
eyes met, and without warning, his expression turned from
smoldering triumph to uncertain panic.