When he entered me again, it was like the first time we’d been together, only better. The way Max moved inside me, the way he looked into my eyes, was like he knew me body and soul. I’d never thought I’d have this with another person because I didn’t think it could exist outside of fairy tales and Hallmark movies, but here we were.
“Max, I’m gonna come.” I bit into his neck, knowing I’d leave a small mark, but I didn’t care. His neck was by far one of my favorite parts of his body, so much so that I was wondering how he’d hide his love bites when summer came because he always had a few thanks to my small obsession.
He pushed my ass cheeks apart as though it would get him further inside me than he already was. He was all the way in. It was simultaneously too much and not enough to carry me over the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered as he changed the angle of his thrusts so that he increased the friction on my cock caused by our bodies pressing together.
Ropes of white cum spilled between us as I came as hard as I always did with Max. I took his mouth for a searing kiss and to drown out his sounds as he came deep inside me.
“I love you so much,” I said as I sucked on his lips, “but, babe, we’re going to have to make this shower bigger... and soundproof the walls.”
We turned the shower off and started drying each other. I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat on the counter, pulling Max to me so we could towel each other’s hair dry. He had a weird thing about my curly hair and loved when it was wet.
“Lucy has a school trip in December for a few days. How about we go hide in the Hamptons?” Max said.
“That sounds like an excellent idea. We can do some window shopping, go for walks on the beach—” I said before he interrupted me with a kiss.
“Stay indoors and have sex all day.”
I chuckled. “Check out the local coffee shops.”
“Have sex in all the rooms.”
“No sex. You’re going to show me the Hamptons.” I went in for another kiss, but he pulled back.
“But, baby…” he said, trapping his lower lip between his teeth and drawing a pattern with his finger on my naked chest until he reached my nipple and pulled on it.
I slapped his hand away, grabbed his head with both hands trapping him between my legs, and went for his bottom lip, sucking it until he started kissing me back.
“Fine. We can have sex in all the rooms, but I also want to do some sightseeing and buy some Christmas presents.”
We didn’t need to be worried about the noise we’d made in our bathroom because Lucy was in her room listening to some music, despite talking on the phone with her headphones. We didn’t need to guess twice about who she was talking to.
Since the day Max got custody of Lucy, everything had been perfect at home.
Lucy had loved going shopping for stuff for her room, even though she’d been quite shy initially and didn’t want to fuss or get anything too expensive.
Max and I agreed that buying something more expensive but of better quality was a good investment. His spare room had been sparsely furnished with just the bed, bedside table, and a chest of drawers, so we bought an additional two-person couch, a desk, and a chair.
Once those arrived, we did an additional shopping expedition to buy all the little things Lucy wanted. Her room was her sanctuary in a way, and it now reflected her personality perfectly.
The relationship between Max and I was stronger than ever and having Lucy with us made it all better. She was a smart and kind young woman, and it was a privilege to see her flourish without fear or having to remain invisible.
The one thing Max hadn’t done was talk to Joel about his past. I knew it was weighing heavy on him to keep the secret from his best friend, but I was running out of ways in which to encourage him.
Lucy had had an idea that I’d dismissed initially, thinking Max would kill me if I did it, but as the weeks progressed and he wasn’t closer to having that conversation, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Shelly and Jacki, Max’s colleagues from the hospital, had been an amazing help with trying to get the practical stuff arranged, and Fernando had been really generous with his support, too.
Tonight, with Lucy’s help, I was going to tell Max that we had flights booked to go to Portugal for a few days over the Thanksgiving weekend since he already had time off work.
The excuse was that I needed to do some work stuff with the Foundation and was missing my family, but in reality, it was a poorly disguised excuse for Max to see Joel.
I knew he’d see right through me, but I hoped he loved me enough to know it came from the right place in my heart. The place that felt that until this chapter in Max’s life was closed, he wouldn’t really move forward.
