The strokes lengthen. I make sure to brush his head with each pass. A trembling starts in my groin and spreads outward. My heart is pounding harder than ever. I’m sweating in thirty-degree weather. How is that possible? Max touches me and I burst into flames.
He chokes off a breath. “I’ve never felt like this. Fuck. Please, Kellan, keep going. You’re destroying me.”
I was destroying him? On the contrary, he was destroying me.
“Ay! Dumont? Where the fuck did you go?”
Max murmurs in my ear. The crunch of snow comes closer, I think. My hand jerks us both, faster, harder. Max’s body strains against mine, the slide of his muscled arms wrapping around me.
“Max.” What if his teammates see us? I start to pull away, but he catches my wrist.
“No.” The command rings in my ears. “Keep going.”
How can I say no to the fire in his eyes?
My tongue dives into his mouth, and I quicken the pace. In my ear, his muttered chant of, “Yes, Kellan. Yes.”
Then he’s erupting all over my hand, painting a hot stripe across my stomach, and I’m spilling onto him, and the pleasure keeps coming, wave after wave, never ending. In the last few moments of completion, he turns our bodies, crushing me to the tree and thrusting into my fist like a man gone mad. His face is all tension.
At the end of it, we’re coated in each other’s come, skin slicked with sweat. The footsteps draw nearer.
Max trembles, but he doesn’t let go of me. The cold feels good against my overheated skin. “Someone’s coming.”
“That would be us.”
He blinks. “So you do remember how to make a joke.”
“Ha ha.” I pinch one of his ass cheeks because I’m feeling a bit affectionate toward him. Remember when I said I didn’t like it when people touched me? Well, touching Max feels right. “We need to move.”
Like teenagers sneaking out of the house, we head deeper down the wooded path, tucking in our dicks. Max grabs a few leaves and starts wiping the white fluid from his stomach.
“I think that’s poison ivy,” I say.
He flings the leaves away with a curse. “Just kidding,” I say on a laugh. We find a more secluded spot. The high of what we did starts to diminish, and I’m left with the memory of him saying my name through orgasm. Except it wasn’t my name. It was my brother’s.
Uneasiness washes over me. I think I’m starting to care for this guy. “Max.” I grab his arm. His face is flushed, and I fight the urge to lean in and kiss him again. “I have to tell you something.”
He won’t stop staring at me. The wonder in his eyes frightens me. “How that was the best hand job I’ve ever had?”
“Well, no.” I laugh. “But that’s good to hear.” My past partners were good, but they came nowhere near to making me feel the way I feel with Max. “It’s about Kellan.”
He’s confused. “You mean you?”
“Kellan! Max! There you are.”
The voice startles us apart. Ashton looks between us, coming forward in caution. “Everything all right?”
“Yes!” Max and I say at the same time. No, we are not being obvious at all.
“Come on! Time to go out and celebrate. Oh, and you know that chick in the BMW? Got her number.” He grins and gives us two thumbs-up. “Cha-ching.”
Chapter 16
Max
Later that night, I text Kellan because I can’t help myself.
Max:Hey. Was thinking of you.
