Indiscretion: Volume Four (12 page)

“I better find the number for Kurt’s parents and give them a call.” She sighed, not looking forward to it. “They’ll be wondering what’s going on when that big guy shows up with their son in tow.”

“Okay,” I said reluctantly, but felt silently pleased at the thought of Darius on Kurt’s parents’ front porch.

She reached for my hand. “Thank you for having that guy watch out for me. Though I may not have gone along with it if you’d asked me, it really was very sweet of you to make sure I was safe.” She squeezed my hand, then turned to head down the hallway before I could respond.

I realized in that moment that I would do whatever it took to prevent her from being hurt, whatever it took to keep her safe. Even if that meant hurting myself in the process.

Chloe

Waking up the next morning, I stretched out in bed, feeling a little lighter than I had in weeks. With all that had been going on with the accident, I hadn’t given too much thought to the creepy stuff happening to me, trying to keep it at the back of my mind. But having Kurt exposed as the culprit yesterday had lifted a weight off my shoulders. It was one less thing to worry about.

Kurt’s parents hadn’t been at all happy when I called them and filled them in. They’d apologized profusely, promising to deal with it on their own, and thanking me for not involving the police. When they heard about the bodyguard Max had employed, they insisted on paying him back, saying that Kurt would have to use his earnings from his summer job to make good on it. I refused, but in the end I traded their silence about Max being the one who’d employed Darius for my cooperation. Max still seemed sceptical, but I knew in my heart I’d done the right thing.

Later, I’d have to call Jess and Jackie to fill them in on all that had gone down yesterday. For now, I only wanted to enjoy this quiet morning.

I stretched and rolled over in bed to see Max sleeping soundly. He’d been doing more of that since the accident—sleeping. He definitely seemed more tired than before his injury. I noticed that the sheet below him was drenched in sweat again. I wouldn’t tell him, but I was glad he had his follow-up visit today. I hoped it would set my worries at ease.

I got myself out of bed, careful not to disturb Max. He still had time before he had to leave for his appointment, and he could use the rest. I crept down the stairs, careful to skip the spots that squeaked. After having lived here for so long, I knew every one. I headed straight for my Keurig machine, needing some caffeine to get my brain functioning properly.

Once I’d doctored up my fix with enough cream and sugar, I went into the living room to read for a bit. I was normally an avid romance reader. Though, with everything going on lately, I’d barely had time to put a dent in a book I’d started a month ago.

It was about an hour later when I looked at the time and realized that Max needed to get up soon. I went up to my bedroom to find him in the exact same position I’d left him in.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned over him and gave his shoulder a small nudge. “Max…Max, you need to get up for your appointment.”

He grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over so that his back faced me. I nudged his shoulder again, a little harder this time, but I still got no reaction. With a wicked grin, I was contemplating all the shitty ways I could wake him up—pots and pans, air horn (not that I had one)—when an even better idea came to mind.

I tiptoed over to my closet and, as quietly as I could, pulled out the bag that contained the sexy nurse’s outfit. I went into the bathroom and changed into it, placing the little white cap on my head, then I turned to assess myself in the mirror.

I was wearing a white thong with matching stockings and garters. The baby doll nightie had sheer white fabric that hung almost to the hips, but the piece de resistance was the built-in bra. Actually, I didn’t know if it could be called a bra when there was no fabric covering my boobs. There were cut-outs for each of my breasts so that my chest was on full display. White frilly lace surrounded each of them and came up around my neck where I tied it securely.

I thought I looked good, but I was nervous. This was the first time I’d worn lingerie for Max, and I wasn’t sure what he’d think. I knew he loved my body, and we’d been joking about the nurses outfit, but maybe the reality of it would seem silly to him. Taking a big breath, I put my big girl panties on—figuratively speaking—and went back into my bedroom.

I crept into bed, lying beside him, and slipped my hand around his waist, whispering his name in his ear. When he didn’t react, I began feathering light kisses along his back, moving lower until I was gripping his morning wood from outside his boxer briefs. I gently stroked up and down, then squeezed him harder when I reached the tip.

“Unless you want me waking up on the wrong side of the bed, you’d better be planning to finish the job, gorgeous.” Max’s voice was muffled since his face was planted into the pillow.

I laughed lightly. “You need to get up and get ready for your appointment.” I punctuated my order with a kiss on his back. “And you have an appointment with the nurse before you head to the hospital.”

I pulled my hand back. Before I could roll myself off my side, Max turned over and had me pinned to the mattress, my arms above my head.

He shook his head back and forth like he wasn’t seeing straight. “Holy fuck, woman.” His eyes dragged from my chest down to my feet and back again. “You’d better be planning a full on physical, or we’re going to have a problem.” He pushed his weight into me, his erection digging into my thigh.

I giggled and squirmed, trying to dislodge myself from his grip. I shouldn’t have bothered. He didn’t budge. Maybe I’d have some fun and play with him for a while. “You need to get going so you aren’t late for your appointment,” I said in the most serious voice I could muster.

He leaned in and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, sending tingles all the way down to my toes. “I’ll be quick,” he promised, trailing kisses from my neck to my collarbone. “Not by choice, but because it’s been so damn long and because you look so fucking phenomenal right now. You have no idea all the dirty thoughts running through my head.” He shifted and flexed his hips into me, his hard length hitting me at just the right spot before pulling away, leaving me craving more.

“I don’t want you to be late,” I tried to argue. Even I could hear that there was barely any fight in my tone. Which was fine—I wasn’t really fighting him anyway.

“I promise I won’t be.” He grinned wickedly as I had earlier when I’d thought about torturing him awake. I guess I deserved that grin now. I’d asked for it.

He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. I shifted underneath him as my panties grew even more wet with desire for him. He still had my hands pinned above me, so I pushed my chest up, further into his mouth. He moaned around my nipple, then bit it lightly and pulled upward, finally releasing the rigid peak. The pain from his teeth burned, but it was a good burn. One I’d come to love. He repeated the process on the other breast and I moaned.

Max was always so in tune with my body, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy with need. He released my hands and groped my breasts, his mouth heading down to where I craved him the most.

When he reached his destination, he made a show of inhaling as he took in my see-through panties. “You even smell as sweet as you taste, baby.” If I wasn’t already so turned on, I’d be embarrassed. “These things are in the way, but I want you to keep these garters on while I fuck you.” Without another word, he placed his fingers in the crotch of the underwear and ripped them in two.

“Max!” I said, all breath, no bite.

“I’ll buy you another outfit.” He winked at me. “Though I’m thinking next time maybe a cowgirl or something.” He pushed the pieces of offending lace out of his way, roughly shoving my thighs farther apart, and licked me with his tongue from one end to the other.

My hands dove into his hair of their own violation. “Max…” I breathed on a long moan.

He flicked my clit back and forth, then pushed his tongue inside me. I wasn’t going to last long like this. I was way too turned on to draw this out. He continued lapping at me, occasionally voicing his deepest, dirtiest thoughts about how much he liked what he was doing. It was pure bliss.

When he pulled away and slid on top of me, I voiced my displeasure.

“I can’t take it another second, gorgeous,” he said huskily. “I need to be inside you. I want to fuck your brains out.” Max was a man with a plan, and I was all for it.

Without preamble or warning, he slammed into me. “It’s been pure fucking torture not being able to have this as much as I’ve wanted it this last week.” He pulled out and slammed back into me. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I missed being inside you. This.”

Pull out. Slam. “This is where I belong. This…”

Pull out Slam. “Is mine.”

Pull out. Slam. “Tell me it’s mine.”

He ground into me and I moaned, unable to get the words out that I so desperately wanted to say.

Pull out. Slam. “Say it.”

Pull out. Slam. “Tell me this right here is mine.” It was an order.

Pull out. Slam.

“It’s yours, Max. Only yours,” I managed to pant out between moans.

“God damn right it is,” he growled, then pulled one of my legs up and brought it onto his shoulder, slamming back into me. Without pausing, he did it again, and again, continuing his brutal assault. And I loved every minute of it. I loved feeling like he owned me—because I wanted him to. And just maybe it meant that he wanted that a little, too.

He pushed into me over and over until he finally dropped my leg and sat up, still leaning on me, jerking himself off until he came all over my exposed breasts—marking me in a way. It was so completely ridiculous that I wanted to sigh contentedly after he did it. It was base and not romantic in any way, but it didn’t fail to fill me with happiness.

Max sat back onto his heels and gazed down at me, the weight of many emotions in his eyes, most of which I couldn’t identify.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Come on, you need to get in the shower.”

“Nurses orders?” He smirked and arched a brow.

“Exactly,” I laughed, still a little breathless.

He reached a hand out to help me up, and we made our way into the bathroom. In the interest of time, we decided to share the shower. It was nice, though—Max decided to play doctor and gave me a thorough head to toe physical.

Chloe

I was heading downstairs after doing my hair and make-up when my cell phone rang from the kitchen counter. I ran to grab it before it went to voicemail, pushing my nerves aside when I saw Mr. Cullen’s name on the screen. I was praying that he hadn’t heard about Max staying at my place.

“Hello,” I answered, my voice a little shaky.

“Chloe, we need to talk.” He didn’t sound like he was in a good mood, but what else was new.

“What can I help you with?” I asked, managing to muster up a bright and cheery voice.

He sighed. “I just got word from the labor board…It seems the cause of the accident at Richfield Developments has been determined.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief that the call wasn’t about Max. Maybe now that the labor board had concluded its look into the Richfield site, we could get on with business as usual. “Well, that must be good news for you.”

“Not particularly,” he grumbled. “Faulty structural steel was used on the Richfield site, which accounts for the partial collapse of the building.”