Beyond Eighteen (17 page)

Wilson crooned her neck and gave me a small
peck on the cheek before she flung the covers off and rolled to get
out of bed.

“
Where are you
going?”

“
I’m going to the
bathroom. And I
have
to brush my teeth,” she said as she held her hand in front of
her mouth.

“
What, you don’t think I
wanna kiss you first thing in the morning?”

“
Not with this breath,”
she answered as she got out of bed, completely naked and totally
beautiful. The curve of her waist and the stretch of her ribs as
she moved against the open air captivated me.

I tucked my hands behind my head and watched
her move. Her silky smooth skin, from where her hair brushed across
her shoulders to the soles of her feet, created an uncontrollable
urge within me to snatch her up and drag her back into bed. How did
she do that? How did she make every agitated nerve in my body
surrender when I looked at her? I watched her ass bounce and rock
with each step she took away from me. Her arms swayed, in sync with
her shoulder blades, as the sun’s rays through the window heralded
her skin. When she pulled her hands up to her hair and collected it
on top of her head, exposing her neck, I couldn’t take it. I bound
out of the bed and pushed up against her back, biting at her
shoulder blade before skating my tongue up across her spine and
connecting my mouth with the back of her neck. She arched, urging
her ass against my erection. I slipped my hands around the front of
her, one clinging to a breast while the other slid across her thigh
and in between her legs. She moaned as she dropped her hands from
her hair. One of her hands clung to mine between her legs while her
other wrapped around and clutched my hip, pulling me against
her.

“
If you keep doing this to
me I’ll never get ready,” Wilson moaned as she pushed and moved
against my fingers.

“
Mmmm, maybe you are more
ready than you think. God, you’re soooo hot,” I said, growling into
her ear from behind. She moaned and trembled as my fingers teased
and played with her.

“
You have a condom this
time?” she breathed roughly. I nodded as she bent down just enough
to let me cocoon my body around her back. “Go get it, now,” she
demanded pulling my hand out from between her legs and stepping out
from under my hold.

The cool air rolled across the front of me,
her heat replaced by the chill of the room. I snatched her hand and
brought her back in. Our bodies mingled, tangling, as our hands and
lips tracked our way around each other’s bodies. Wilson dragged her
fingernails through my hair, scratching across the back of my head.
Chills shot down my spine and through my legs. I kissed her
frantically, pushing her until she was pinned against the wall. Her
breath became ragged as her stomach flexed. I raced my hands up to
either side of her face, tangling my fingers in her hair as I
tasted her sweet lips. I couldn’t keep from forcing my body against
hers. My shoulders rose, her hands dropped to my ass, and I pushed
my knee between her legs. I caught her foot and pushed, making her
straddle my thigh. She was steaming as she thrust against my leg. I
pulled away from our kiss, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and
caressed my thumb against her delicate chin and across her curvy
mouth before I plucked her bottom lip loose from the top. It sat
quivering, waiting for me to take it between my teeth. I did. She
stroked her hips against my leg as I devoured her mouth. Tracing my
tongue down her neck, my lips tickled across her breasts. Her
nipples reacted to the hot touch of my mouth and the cool air of
the room. Her hands, knotted in my hair, pressed just enough as I
slid my tongue down across her stomach. Her delicate skin reacted
to everything I did to her. I slid my hands down her abdomen and
around her back as I dropped to my knees. I needed to drive her
crazy; I needed to hear her moan. There was nothing that turned me
on more than hearing every little noise she made as I pleased her.
It was as if her panting and whimpers clicked something inside of
me and inspired me to make her reach ecstasy. It was like a drug
that pumped more and more adrenaline through my system. I dragged
my lips down to her inner thigh, her hands still nested in my hair.
Her low, begging moan drove me fiercely wild. Every time I pulled
away, just enough, she’d bend her knees, widening her stance as she
swayed her hips until the tip of my tongue would find its way to
her just enough to make her whimper and hold her breath.

“
Oh. Yes. Max,” she gasped
as I held her hips and thrust my tongue over and over again against
her. She was so free, and so fucking hot as she kept panting my
name. I anchored my hands across her ass and felt the rhythm of her
hips as she rocked back and forth. She let out a beastly growl and
my body reacted. Her fingernails scratched at my shoulders as she
tried to push my mouth harder between her legs.

“
Make…love…to me…now,
Max,” she begged in broken words filled with huffs and
groans.

I wanted to please her, to make her go
ballistic before I made love to her, but she dropped her hands and
pushed me back, looking into my eyes. I saw the need rage and flare
in hers. It was beyond want or desire; it was visceral, and
something fundamentally inherent that she needed from me.

“
Takemenow,” she whispered
in one extended word as she bent her head back and I watched the
muscles in her body react to the level of euphoria she was
experiencing.

I nodded as I reached for
my nightstand and frantically pulled at the top drawer to rummage
for a condom. I grabbed it and struggled to rip it open. Hot and
bothered, and unwilling to lose the level of ecstasy, Wilson slid
her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair, loosely pulling
it on top of her head. Her knees bent and her body swayed and she
smiled before she dropped one of her hands to her inner
thigh.
Shit. Focus, Max
. I ripped the wrapper open with my teeth and rolled the
condom down over me. Then I reached for her, pulling her against me
before shoving her back against the wall, our kiss infectious, our
hands uncontrollable. I needed to be inside her. I slid my hands up
her thighs as she hitched her legs around my waist. Her hips
widened, and as if we were meant to fit together, I slid completely
into her. She was warm, tight, and perfect for me. She moaned as I
thrust my hips and pulled her down on me. The more she’d moan and
arch her back, the faster our rhythm became. The friction, the
motion, the cadence of our bodies was seamless.
Hold on, Max, hold the fuck on, she’s almost there. Don’t do
it…Damn, if she keeps moaning like that I’m going
explode.

“
Wilson, I can’t hold on
much longer. Are you gonna—” I managed.

“
Uh-hum,” she breathed as
she pulsated around me.

I couldn’t hold on. She started tightening
and that was it. I pushed my mouth against hers and thrust into her
several more times as we both detonated. I felt her entire body
clench and convulse. She pawed at my back and let out a guttural
moan, gasping, as she dug her fingernails into my back. The pain
stole my breath as it bit at my skin before flooding my body with
relief. She was uninhibited and naturally sexy.

With wobbly legs, I carried her over to the
bed and we collapsed against each other. Every muscle in my body
was shaky, like jolts of electricity that ricocheted down to my
toes and up to the curves of my ears. I didn’t want her to get up.
I didn’t want to separate from her body. So I lay there with her
until our breathing slowed and the air in the room reintroduced its
slow, rippling chill across my skin.

“
First the bathroom sink,
now up against the wall—maybe we should get daring and make the
pool table our next destination,” I teased before I leaned in and
kissed her smile lightly.

“
Yeah, well, if you want
the pool table, you’re either gonna have to carry it up here or buy
one for your room.”

“
Well, I’ll order one
today,” I answered before I cleared the slightly damp curl away
from her face.

“
Wish you could, but we
both have a lot to take care of today,” she whispered.

“
Yeah, we do,” I murmured
back as I held my forehead to hers. Feeling her breath curl and
brush across my lips, I closed my eyes and imagined making love to
her again.

“
We’d better get up. I
have to take a shower, get cleaned up. What time is the lawyer
supposed to be here again?” she questioned me as she unraveled her
arms and legs from my embrace and sat up.

“
Ten.” I glanced at the
clock. The glowing red numbers told me I had less than twenty-five
minutes to get ready and head downstairs. Instantly, the muscles
across my shoulders and down through my lower back tightened. I
inhaled a huge breath and stretched my arms up under my neck and I
lay there watching her twist and move.

“
Yeah, well, then we’d
better get ready, like right now!” She adjusted and swerved as she
looked at the clock.

“
Well, we have a couple of
minutes…I was thinking—” I reached for her.

“
Max, we don’t have time
to do
that
,” she
interrupted me, batting my hands away. I was able to catch her
wrist and pull her down against my chest. Her face was close to
mine, her lips ready to tell me everything I had to do, while her
eyes tried to decipher every thought in my head.

“
Not that I wouldn’t mind
doing
that
again.
But, sweetheart, I was thinking you should really listen to the
message you got last night. Find out what’s going on back
home.”

Now it was Wilson’s turn to get that
gut-wrenching, muscle-tightening angst. I watched her face drop
white and her eyes narrow as she bit her bottom lip. I knew she
didn’t want to do it; but then again she knew I didn’t want to go
down and face my shit, either. She slid off me and stood next to
the bed. My eyes slowly dragged up her legs and across entire body,
lingering at her breasts then her pouting lips, before locking on
her unsettled expression.

“
Where’s my phone?” She
pushed her hands into her hair, pulling it away from her face as
she circled, looking haphazardly around the room before she started
collecting her clothes.

“
I put it in my front
pocket last night,” I said as she took a deep breath and retrieved
my pants from the floor. Hastily she rummaged through my pockets
until she found her phone. When looked up at me I knew she wasn’t
ready to deal with all the shit that came along with handling her
grandparents’ estate. I reached out and she came over. I wrapped my
top sheet around her as she sat on the edge of the bed, opened her
antiquated phone, and pressed the play button before putting it on
speakerphone.

~ Wilson ~

“
Good evening, Miss Mooney, this is Dax
Fuller from Fuller, Karts and Associates. I’ve been trying to reach
you for a couple of days. I’m calling because we have discovered a
sizable discrepancy in your grandparents’ estate. Unfortunately, if
it isn’t addressed before the end of this year, it may push the
estate into probate and it could cost you a considerable portion in
taxes. I really need you to return my call ASAP. My number at the
office is….”

But I didn’t hear anything he said after
that. All I could hear was a buzzing in my ears, something that was
self-induced by the pressure in my head.
What did he just say?
What does it mean?
The whole messed-up idea that I was going to
have to become that responsible girl really twisted the pain in my
gut. I just wanted to have a little while longer where nothing
mattered but the here and now. But the look on Max’s face told me I
couldn’t. He didn’t even have to utter a word. I knew what he was
going to say. So I scrolled though the numbers and called Mr.
Fuller back.

Max pushed his lips to the side of my head
as the ringing from the speaker on my phone filled the room. Three
long rings before a high-pitched, singsong ladies voice answered
with her long-ass welcoming spiel.

“Hi, this is Wilson Mooney, Mr. Fuller
called—”

“Oh, yes, Miss Mooney, Mr. Fuller is
expecting your call. Please hold while I connect you,” the woman’s
extra perky voice interrupted, spinning me back out of my head. I
had barely worked out my whole long opening before she put me on
hold. Suddenly there were a couple of clicks on the line before the
speaker on my phone struggled and became distorted with the
classical “hold” music blaring, filling the room.

I felt my body vibrate. My cheeks flushed
and my hands perspired, making holding the phone a chore. Max
noticed, and slipped around behind me. He cleared my hair off my
shoulders, adjusting the strands so his hands were massaging the
bend of my neck, right where all the stress of the phone call
seemed to migrate.

“Oh, babe, your muscles are so tight,” Max
mumbled before he pressed his strong, thick thumbs on either side
of my spine just above my shoulder blades. His fingers curved
around the top of my shoulders and splayed across my clavicles. It
felt like his fingers were pushing release buttons across my
shoulders. I dropped my head and moaned. Even though it hurt, it
was a good pain; a pain with purpose.

The classical music was still blasting
through the phone when I decided I should just hang up. At this
point I’d been on hold for a couple of minutes—too long in my
mind.