He’s patient, slowly working me back up until I’m breathing hard and my hips are moving over his. “Take what you need, Max.”
I plant a hand on his chest to get better leverage and lift off him before dropping down to grind against him. His hands leave my tits, and he grips my hip with one, jerking me harder against him, while the other goes to my clit while I ride him.
My inner muscles clench, and I come so hard, my legs start to tremble, but I don’t stop rocking against him until Winger sits up abruptly and bands his arms around my back, locking me in place as he slams his hips upward. His teeth are on my shoulder, and he groans long and low.
As soon as my breathing starts to settle and the euphoria of coming ebbs, emotions kick me in my ass, and I feel a tear leak out of my eye. I can’t even really say why, other than I’m overwhelmed. I’m happy for what just happened, sad that I didn’t think it ever would, and a little afraid that I liked it so much, but there is also anger because I feel guilty.
My insides are a mess, but regret is one emotion I don’t feel. Winger starts to kiss my neck and shoulder reverently, and the turbulent thoughts begin to slow until I’m back in my skin, feeling him against me and knowing I’m safe.
CHAPTER29
WINGER
Istirred a few times throughout the night, tangled with Max on the couch. I should have taken her upstairs, but I didn’t want to disturb her, so I just pulled her closer and fell back asleep.
I felt her tears last night and heard her shuddering breaths after we had sex. I mistook it at first, assuming she was steadying her breathing along with me, but when my hand brushed her cheek and it came away damp, I knew that wasn’t the case.
If she hadn’t been clinging to me so tightly, I might have thought I hurt her. Hell, there was still a part of me that worried I did something wrong, even though everything between us had felt perfect. I warred with myself, wondering if I should ask her what was wrong, what she needed, but in the end, I decided to just be there with her and let her talk to me if she wanted to.
I held her for hours, stroking my fingers over her skin, her hair, after I undressed her, and she eventually fell asleep in my arms, which was where she stayed all night.
When I finally woke and she was gone, I shot up like a bullet, searching the room on legs that weren’t quite ready to work, so I had to hold onto the arm of the couch to keep from falling over.
“Max?” I croak out, then clear my throat and try again. “Max,” I call a little louder. No response comes, but sounds start to register. The low hum of a shower running pricks at my senses. I follow the noise, then knock on the closed door. I need to see her.
“Shit,” she curses, and something bangs.
“Can I come in?” My hand is already holding the knob.
“You scared the crap out of me.” She doesn’t answer my question.
I twist the knob, finding it locked, and I deflate. “Max.” I sound like a pussy, saying her name like a plea, but I can’t help it.
“Give me a second,” she says, and the water shuts off. Moments later, I hear the twist of the lock and feel the knob get pulled from my hand as she hauls the door open, soaking wet, with a towel pressed to her front. My dick gets hard, and seeing that I’m stark naked, there’s no way I can hide it.
“There’s another bathroom upstairs, you know.” She lets her eyes roam over me unabashedly. There was no anger or irritation in her tone, and the quirk of her lips makes me think she’s teasing, or she at least likes what she sees.
I step inside, feeling the thick heat of the room envelop me. “There’s only one you.”
Her head tilts to the side, and her smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Damn right, and don’t you forget it.”
I step even closer to her, feeling the damp towel brush my skin. I didn’t come in here to fuck, I needed to see her and make sure she was okay, but damn if I don’t want to be inside her again. “You’re not allowed to leave me, Max, not when I’m sleeping, not without telling me.” My tone is low, dangerous. I would never hurt her. I just need her to hear how important this is to me.
“You were sleeping.” She wraps her arm around my neck, meeting my gaze.
“I don’t care if I’m in the middle of slitting someone’s throat, you are more important to me.”
She clicks her tongue but doesn’t reply.
“Promise, Max.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes.
I release a heavy breath, trusting her to make good on her agreement. “You didn’t have to get out,” I tell her now that I know she’s right where she belongs—with me.
“I was done anyway.” Her eyes stray down to my lips, and she licks her own.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Max, I’m going to need to be inside you again.”
