Page 7 of The Chase

Her eyes snapped open, and those blue orbs looked up at me timidly. Max was not my typical type. She had ‘good girl’ written all over her, and I was fucking that good girl into oblivion. The worst part? I liked it. I liked that I convinced her to be bad with me tonight.

That probably made me an asshole, but it wasn’t like she didn’t know what I was about. My playboy reputation preceded me. Max knew I was in it for a good time, not a long time.

I quickened my pace, driving into her hard while she screamed out my name. Something about her cries seemed oddly rehearsed, but I wasn’t thinking about that when at any second, the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock was going to make me come.

I leaned my head against the crook of her neck and gave her tiny kisses until my lips were on the shell of her ear. “Good girl,” I purred. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Okay.”

She locked her heels together around my waist and dug her nails into my back while I continued to pound into her. I took her like an animal, thrusting and rutting into her hard and fast until she cried out loudly beneath me. When her cries hit a crescendo, I let go. My body tingled while I rocked inside her and came so hard I thought I saw stars.

I took a second to catch my breath, then I cupped her face once more and brought my lips down to hers for one last kiss.

I only pulled away so I could get rid of the condom. I rolled off of her and went into my bathroom.

When I came back out, she was standing up and struggling to zip up her dress. I frowned at that. I was looking forward to round two, where she wrapped those pretty lips of hers around my cock, and I came down her throat. After I sucked on her clit until she begged for it, of course. I might be an asshole, but I was an equal opportunity guy when it came to oral.

She jumped when I brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss on her neck. “Where’d you think you’re going?” I asked.

“Home?”

I moved her hands off the zipper of her dress. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She grimaced. “I have work tomorrow.”

I sighed. Right, I forgot about that.

I reluctantly zipped up her dress for her. “I’ll give you a ride home.”

“No!” she snapped while she turned around. When she saw my taken aback look, she chewed on her bottom lip. “Sorry. We’ve both been drinking. I’ll call a car.”

“I got it.”

She waved me off. “It’s fine, T. I’ll see you around.”

Before I could protest again, she was gone in a flash, and the door slammed behind her. I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck and slumped down on my bed.

Having sex always made me feel better, especially when the loneliness cut in. But watching her run out of my condo minutes after we were done fucking made that tiny, insecure voice whisper in my ear. It told me I would never be good enough. That I was just a quick fuck, so she could brag about sleeping with a hockey player. I didn’t know Max that well, but I didn’t think she was a puck bunny looking for a WAG title. It made me wonder if I had done something wrong.

Her cries had been a bit loud. And porny sounding. I scrubbed my hand over my face. I didn’t know what I did, but something told me I fucked up.

I wasn’t sure why I even cared. She was just the quick lay I needed to dust off my dry spell. It wasn’t like I wanted more with her.

CHAPTER FOUR

MAXINE

“You’re home late. Good date?” my bestie and roommate Keiana called out when I opened the door to the row house we shared in South Philly.

“Jiminy Cricket!” I yelled in surprise at the sound of her voice. I thought she was on shift tonight and hadn’t expected her to be home. Or up at this hour.

I toed off my boots and walked into the living room, where she was sitting up watching TV. She tipped back her head, and her long box braids fell back behind the couch. “You can swear, Max!”

“You know it’s hard for me! I like to save it up for a rainy day,” I said as I slumped onto the couch beside her.

After my family died, Keiana was the only family I had left. I had an aunt in Michigan, but since I was an adult and had been about to move into the dorms at UPenn, I never went to live with her. She still sends me cards on my birthday, but we’re not close.

When I got the internship with the Bulldogs in my last year of college, Kei let me move in with her and her new husband. Her place was close to the arena, so it was perfect. When her husband left and the team offered me the full-time position, I never moved out. It worked out because she needed help with the mortgage, and I liked living with my best friend.