To the Max (26 page)

Annie gave him a teasing look. “Call me and you’ll see.”

He reached for his cell. He had her in speed dial. Soon a horribly familiar tune started playing. “You’re shitting me.”

Her eyes were dancing with laughter. “Nope.
Magnum, P.I.
theme.”

“Is my picture there, or you have a shot of Higgins instead?”

“Of course it’s your picture.”

Thank God. “So what’s up with your grandma?”

“She wanted to confirm that I was coming to my dad’s birthday party,” she said with a shrug. “She’ll call again. And make her secretary Charlene call several times too.”

“Your grandmother has a secretary?”

“No. She has two, Charlene and Polly. And a personal trainer who makes the Gestapo look like Girls Scouts.”

“How old is your grandmother?”

“Seventy-eight going on forty.”

Max stared at her. “Two secretaries. And your dad has had five wives. What’s the problem with one secretary, one wife?”

Annie lifted her shoulders, uneasy, her gaze drifting away. “Max…”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to come with me to the party?”

Fuck yes
. “I thought you would never ask.” It killed him to see the doubt in her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I would have bullied you into taking me with you if you hadn’t asked.”

He had the feeling her dad’s family wasn’t the welcoming kind, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t letting her go alone, especially as she didn’t seem that thrilled about going in the first place.

Annie cupped his face. “They don’t know I’m pregnant. The whole party may get a bit awkward.”

“Then you’re lucky, because awkward is my middle name.”

She smiled. “No, it’s not. Panty creamer is your middle name.”

He unbuttoned her blouse slowly.

“What are you doing?”

“Honoring my middle name. Besides, I think we should christen the man cave.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t really know what to do with you. This,” she said, gesturing at him, “doesn’t happen to me.”

“What doesn’t happen to you?” he asked, nuzzling her throat and making quick work of the last button.

“This. Look at you. What the hell am I supposed to do with you? I wouldn’t have known ten years ago, when all my girly parts were seminew and perky, let alone now.”

Max chuckled. “I’d say you’ve been managing pretty fucking fantastic so far. And for the record, your girly parts are perfect.”

“Why didn’t this happen to me when I was twenty-five?”

“For one, because when you were twenty-five, I was seventeen. Jailbait.” Not that it would have mattered to him. “Lean back, sweetheart.”

“Here?”

“Here,” he ordered, pressing his growing hard-on against her.

She looked unsure, but complied. He slid the blouse off her shoulders and unclasped her front-close bra, releasing her bouncing, gorgeous tits.

He took them in his hands, sucking her nipples while she trembled, her whimpers making his cock jerk like hell. “Fuck, these are so sexy. Your nipples throb. I can feel them against my tongue.”

“This is not me—you know that, right? Once the baby is born, they will go back to their normal B size. This is a false advertising, something you should be familiar with. A trap.”

He stared at her, defiantly. “What if I don’t mind being trapped?”

He saw her breath catch in her throat. “Max—”

“Just don’t panic, baby. Lie down.” She seemed to have trouble snapping out of it, so he gripped her hips and pulled her flush against his cock. “Now.” She gasped but obeyed. Or maybe her arms had given out. Whatever. He’d take it.

Max trailed kisses to her stomach and down to her pussy, unzipping her jeans and skimming his finger along the waistband of her panties. “You’re already wet.”

She went for nonchalant. “You’ve read my books. It’s not ‘I think, therefore I exist.’ It’s ‘I’m pregnant, therefore I’m horny.’”

He chuckled. “Pregnant equals horny?”

“Sad but true.”

“It has nothing to do with me?”

“Okay,” she finally conceded. “Maybe that you’re extremely sexy and that you’re talented with your mouth and fingers and other appendages have something to do with it.”

“What appendages? My tresses?”

She dissolved into giggles, and he took the opportunity to peel her pants off, underwear included.

“Max! We’ll mess up the table.”

“No, we won’t.” He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her so that her ass was almost dangling on the edge. Then he spread her up and wide.

“Max.” She looked uneasy.

“What? Afraid I can’t make you come?”

Her voice was but a whisper, not a smidgen of nonchalance in it anymore. “I know you can make me come.”

“Because you’re pregnant and horny?”

Annie shook her head. “No. Because you…do it for me. I love the way you touch me. How you make me feel. Everything you do works for me.”

His cock was badly straining against his jeans, demanding to be released, but he tamped his desire down. The second his mouth touched her pussy, Annie bowed her back, a ragged moan tearing through her.

“I have the most beautiful woman naked on my billiard table. Open and soaking wet. This is a fucking dream.”

She might have been reluctant at first, but now that he knew what made her tick, soon she was totally on board, panting and rubbing herself against his face. Whenever she was about to peak, he slowed down until she was whimpering in frustration.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged, looking at her, “what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You know what I need.”

Not good enough. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Eat my pussy. Make me come in your mouth,” she said, her voice shaking as she reached for the edges of the table and grabbed it. Arching her back, spreading her legs wider. “Now. No more teasing.”

God, she was sexy. Max knew Annie wasn’t too comfortable with dirty talk. She was mainly quiet while making love, but damn he loved listening to her order him to eat her.

He fell upon her, ravishing her, and when she was on the edge, he sent her flying, her pussy convulsing against his mouth.

For the very first time in his life, he would have loved to enter a woman without protection. He wanted to feel her, skin to skin, no barriers, and spend himself inside her. But she’d made her wishes clear, and although he knew with absolute certainty he was clean, he wasn’t going to push her.

He suited up and watched her. She was panting, dazed. Her lips were puffy, her pussy too. Her chest heaved, her open legs quivered, and he was so fucking gone for her he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“On your feet, Ace. I want you from behind.”

He helped her, lifting one of her knees to the table.

Jesus fucking Christ, the view.

He thrust inside her, her pussy flexing around him, gripping him so fucking tight he was dying. He lifted his gaze and found hers reflected in the window. Fuck, this was getting better and better.

“Watch us together, Ace.”

She shuddered, lowering her face.

He pulled out a bit and, grabbing her hips, surged back in, ripping a whimper out of her. “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”

She obeyed, her pussy spasming around him. She complained about his bossiness, but she liked it; he could tell.

Hanging by a frail thread, so ready to explode he was scared to move, he set a slow rhythm, fucking her with deep, slow strokes, watching her in the window. Her face was flushed, her hair swaying every time he plunged in her. Her gorgeous tits too.

He wanted this moment to last forever, but his body was already tense, sweat dripping from his temple. Breathing deep, he tried to slow down, but then Annie reached back for him and sank her nails into his ass. “Don’t stop, Max. Please. Harder.”

That did him in, robbing him of any choice he had in the matter. He couldn’t deny her anything. Holding her gaze in the window, he pounded into her. The second she went over, she took him with her.

IT WAS GOOD she was leaning on the billiard table, because Max had fucked her so thoroughly she wasn’t sure her legs could hold her. He seemed to be in better shape but just slightly. When their breathing went back to normal, he kissed her neck and withdrew from her, disposing of the condom.

“Please tell me I’m the only woman you’ve had naked on your billiard table. Otherwise I’m going to have to scrub my ass raw,“ she said, managing to lower her knee from the table.

He snorted and then she felt his breath against her neck. “The first one. The only one.”

Before she could turn around, Max had lifted her. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Yep, he was in better shape—much, much better shape than she was.

He lowered her on the bed and began undressing himself.

No way. She got on her feet and stopped him. “Let me.”

He wasn’t big on taking orders, but he humored her. She got his jeans off, nuzzling his dick with her face. For the first time in her life, she felt like giving head. She flickered her tongue against his shaft, and he groaned, burying his hands in her hair.

She’d never enjoyed the whole fellatio thing. Not to mention she’d been told her lack of enthusiasm showed. Then again, Ben preferred having a guy suck him; maybe that had been the issue. Be that as it may, she wanted to go down on a man now. On Max. At the last second though, she chickened out. Running her hands over his abs, she stood up. He didn’t question her, just cupped her face and kissed her.

Then he suited up and they were on the bed, him looming over her. “I want to try something,” he said, his expression wicked. He went on his knees between her open thighs, reached for a pillow and put it under her ass, which lifted her legs.

She tensed right away. Talk about being exposed. “Hmmm, I’m not sure…”

“You don’t have to do anything. You just have to lie there and let me do it.”

“You are not going to tie me down, are you?” Because she didn’t care how in vogue bondage was. She wasn’t into it. At all.

He offered a roguish smile. “No, I won’t tie you down. You’re confusing me with another Bowen. I like my women free and using their hands. You can trust me; I’m harmless.”

No, he wasn’t, but she could trust him. That she knew.

At her nod, his eyes flashed.

Holding her legs spread wide, he glided his cock up and down her slit, making it wet, and then entered her slowly, stretching her until she accepted all of him. In this position, he felt huge, even bigger than he already was, her pussy flexing to accommodate him.

He moved in and out a couple of times, and then he took himself in hand. He didn’t plunge to the hilt, just gave her the head of his cock and pushed upward, rubbing with his crown the inner wall behind her clit. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but her whole core was pulsing, her clit on fire.

“Fuck, look at you. So sexy. The way your pussy parts for me. How it wraps around my cock. Sucking me in.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He looked so imposing, his jaw locked, all his muscles bulging. His gaze glued to where their bodies were joined.

After several short thrusts, he surged all the way in, brushing a spot deep inside her she hadn’t even known she had with every lunge.

Then he was back again giving her the tip of his cock, fucking her with shallow strokes, the pressure behind her clit exhilarating, sharpening her desire. And her need to pee.

He continued his ministrations, and soon she was out of her mind. “Max,” she pleaded in a moan, reaching for her clit. She needed to come so freaking badly she was shaking.

He restrained her, trapping her hands. “Not yet, baby.”

Not yet? She was getting desperate. “Please, now.”

“No,” he said and continued rubbing at her G-spot with the head of his dick and then surging balls-deep inside her. “I’m fucking you, so your pleasure is my responsibility. Trust me to give you what you need, when you need it. Touch your tits, baby. Show me how you play with them.”

Bossy asshole.

He might have been in control of her, but he wasn’t unaffected. The corded muscles in his neck were sticking out, all the veins in his arms engorged. He was sweating, his jaw tense, his features harsh.

If he could torture her, she could do the same to him.

Her gaze never wavering from him, she licked her fingers and then pinched her nipples, a jolt tearing through her as her womb contracted sharply.

It looked like this was a double-edged sword.

Max cursed, tensing even further. “Fuck, baby. Too good. Killing my cock here.”

He increased his tempo, fucking her with maddening precision, and soon she was literally quaking all over. And begging. For what, she wasn’t sure.

She grabbed the bars of the bed. He was ruthlessly working her pussy, touching all her sweet spots, and the more he rubbed the wall behind her clit, the more she felt like coming and the bigger the unstoppable urge to pee. She was going to come
and
pee on herself. She began to fret. “Max, Stop.”

“No. Your pussy is ready to blow.”

“I need to pee.” There was something she thought she’d never had to say while having sex.

“No you don’t, baby,” he said, thrusting even faster. “Let yourself go. Trust me.”

Her orgasm overtook her with a force that she’d never experienced before. She lost control of her body, her pussy convulsing, and as she exploded, she felt a spurt of liquid coming out of her. She would have been horrified, but her world was imploding in tiny, shiny pieces, and there was nothing she could do but feel.

Max leaned over her, his face savage, and pounded her, giving her all of him again and again, riding her hard until he emptied himself, growling her name.

“You’re a squirter,” she heard him say when she came back from la-la land.

As his words sank in, she realized both their groins were sticky. Oh God. She’d peed on him. She covered her face with her hands, embarrassed beyond belief.

“What’s wrong, Ace?”

She shook her head, but Max wasn’t going to let her hide…or remain silent, for that matter. He pried her hands away and forced her to confront him.

“I peed on you,” she finally choked out.

He chuckled. “No, you didn’t, baby.” He reached for his lower abdomen, where she’d gushed and wet him. “Look at the liquid. It’s clear. This is not pee. You were so turned on, you squirted. Fucking sexy.”