Before I think too much about it and get caught in a spiral of self-doubt and what-if’s, I lunge forward. Closing the distance that remained between us and slamming my mouth into hers. It’s almost instant as her body melts into my embrace, as if it knew all along where it belonged. Both of her hands move, sliding up my pecs and wrapping around my neck to pull me against her harder.
Mik’s body against mine feels like home, the warmth of her skin and smell of her perfume engulfing me in a wrap of ecstasy. To finally get to know what she tastes like, what it feels like to hold her against me and ravage her. My cock is practically weeping, desperate for her delicate attention.
Our mouths move in sync as I grab a handful of her hair and tilt her head into a better angle. Wanting to deepen this connection, I nip at her lip and she gasps, allowing me to thrust my tongue in and lick against her teeth. Pushing up on her toes, we’ve practically melded into one person, with no idea where she stops and I begin.
I’m the one to pull away but seeing her breathless, panting like a dog in heat, lips red and raw, is just as beautiful as having kissed her. My forehead leans against hers, as our chests heave, her arms still holding me close. She’s quiet, the air between us thickening with a tension I know all too well. Like a violent storm cloud looming above my head and all I can do is wait for the inevitable lightning strike. Or in this case, the girl who has my whole heart, mind, and soul telling me this was a mistake.
My mind curls, trying to alleviate the tension that’s forming between us. How can I make this better? Backtrack to before? I need to do something before she runs from me. “I-I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have done—”
Her arm drops from around my neck as her finger covers my lips, stopping me from mumbling my fake apology. Truthfully, I’m not even a little bit sorry. Not for kissing her, not for feeling this way. The only thing I’m sorry about is the incoming heartbreak I’m going to feel.
I close my eyes, preparing myself mentally for her next words, but when I open them again, I’m stunned. Mik looks up at me with a gleam in her eyes and where I thought I would see regret or pity, there’s hunger, admiration, andlove. Emotions I’ve longed for her to look at me with.
“Max,” she whispers upon a breath and for a single moment in time, it’s like I’m floating on air.
Again, our mouths tangle as one, our tongues vying for dominance. Hands are moving to caress every square inch of available skin, chests are heaving as oxygen becomes the last thing we care about. Mik sways latching her arms onto my shoulders as she jumps. We never separate, too desperate to cling to each other, as her legs wrap around my waist. I don’t need to even think about catching her and she never has to worry because when it comes to my Bear, I will always catch her. Gripping her around the back of her neck, I hold her to me, backing her against the fence.
My hands grab the globes of her ass, my lips moving to suck on her pulse point as she grinds against me. My cock is rock-fucking-hard as her needy pussy searches desperately for friction.
I’m in heaven, that’s the only thing that can explain this. I’ve died and arrived at the pearly gates.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mikayla
Damn it. I did it again. I got so wrapped up in the extra curricular activities that my damn vagina has planned, that I threw myself at Max. First Kade, now Max. I really need to get my shit together and figure out what I’m going to do.What I want to do.
I can’t believe they followed me all the way to New Orleans. I knew deep down, they wouldn’t just give up like I wanted, but I never expected them to just up-and-fly to a new state.
Fuck, Mikayla! What the hell are you going to do with these boys?
I lost myself in Max for another few minutes, relished in the way his hands grazed over my skin. How his fingers dug into my ass and his mouth left wet, hot marks along my jaw. That was, until my head caught up to my pussy and I peeled myself off of him, squirming to have him put me down.
This man has always been a stronghold in my life; my rock, my shoulder. And now as he stands in front of me, regret in his eyes and apology on his tongue, I know more than ever that I love him. Just as much as I love Kade.
I suppose I’ve always known of my love for these four guys. I just always reserved myself to not being allowed to express it. Back then, they were my friends, my gang, the people I shared everything with and we were still so young. Sure, I had crushes on all of them, but I wasn’t worried about relationships or sex, just keeping my parents happy and getting good grades.
Never once did I believe I could have one of them, let alone all of them. Our small Texas town had pushed it into our heads that relationships were between two people. Although our town was more progressive than most, and it didn’t matter if the two people were both male, both female, or any other combination, it was onlytwo.
Is it… is it really possible to love them all? But then what do I do about Colt and the Havoc Vipers?
“We should probably get back in there with them. Before they send out a search party forbothof us,” Max chuckles, pulling me from my tornado of thought. I’ve been standing here, biting at my thumb for five minutes while I stare off into space and put myself through emotional torture.
Max reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers as he guides me into the hotel. Thankfully, the elevator crawls at the pace of a snail, allowing me some time to think about my situation. I have so many questions floating around my head, buzzing around in no particular order like bumblebees in a hurricane. I don’t know if they just want me physically or if it’s deeper than that. And if it is, how do I keep my head on straight knowing that they all feel the same. It really bothers me that I have no clue what the right move is… for any of us.
I’m a trained killer, taught and perfected to think three steps ahead. To anticipate my enemies every move and watch for the signs of things changing. But withthem, the guys, my brain might as well be mush. All of that skill and hours of training, fly right out the window and I’m left standing there drooling with the four brain cells that remain.
I can’t have that with my life hanging in the balance. Withtheirlives. I need to be able to keep my mind sharp, my senses on high alert, and if this little stunt they pulled has taught me anything at all, it’s this:
My vagina cannotbe trusted.
At least two of the four men I’ve known my whole life have romantic feelings for me.
