Page 16 of Ten Hammers

“But…” I pause.

“But what?” He’s playing with my hair, winding a curl around his fingers, and it’s distracting.

“But…” I drop my voice to a whisper. “You didn’t want anyone to know we’ve been hooking up.”

“And no one will,” he says. “Trust me, I’ve got some dirt on Mason, that he doesn’t want any of the others to know. He’ll keep my dirt–”

I recoil. “Your dirt? Is that what I am? Your dirt?”

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

But my mouth has gone dry. “Why are you dead set against anyone discovering our little arrangement then?” I choke out.

“It would make things incredibly awkward, don’t you think? Besides, I like having something that’s just ours. Don’t you?”

I can’t deny that I do. But if Max Hammer was my man, I would be shouting it from the rooftops. Would he be just as proud? I can’t make myself believe he would.

I feel sick all of a sudden, and I want to go back to my own room, but I’m a masochist, clearly, because I want Max’s comfort more.

“If this ever turned into anything more than what it is, we would definitely tell everyone,” Max says, his hand trailing down to my stomach. I suck in. “But you don’t want that. I mean, you don’t even want to have sex with me.”

I nearly choke on my lung as it dislodges itself from my chest and pushes into my throat. Or at least that’s what it feels like.

All I’ve been thinking about for the past week is having sex with you, Maxwell.

This is, in fact, the opening I’ve been waiting for. I open my mouth to say the words. To tell him the truth. My pulse is thrumming in my ears and… other places.

Max, you were my first kiss.

It was during a game of spin the bottle during some party when we were in high school.

It’s only fitting that you be my first… everything… right?

“You’ve never indicated to me that you want that, either,” I say quietly. “To have sex.” Then like a dork, I add, “With me.”

Because obviously he’s been having sex with someone. Multiple someones. I don’t know. Like with Jack with Cynthia, and the others with their various dalliances, I try not to think about it too much. But certainly what we do isn’t enough to scratch his itches.

“You must not have been paying attention,” he says, huskily. “But if you’re into it, I’ll gladly indicate it to you now.”

YESSSSS!

Maybe this is the way it should happen. Without talking about it, dissecting it, weighing the pros and cons. Just let it happen naturally.

Usually, we end dry humping until I can’t take anymore. He’s never seen me come. Instead, I hold out until I can get back to my own bed where I finish myself off with my Max dildo.

Yes, I have a dildo named after each of the brothers. I don’t know for sure that the toys are even close to the length or girth of the real things, and it doesn’t really matter because I named them after how they make me feel. Though I of course went big with all of them. I know that with Max, the size is accurate. Mason, as well, if they’re as identical as they appear.

This time, when we get to the point that I usually end it, I’ll whisper, Don’t stop.

Tonight, it’ll be the real thing.

I let Max know I’m definitely in the mood as I reach over to turn the light back off. I do have to swat his hand away when he runs it along my ass, at least until I have hidden all of my dimples – which are not in my cheeks and adorable, like his – under the cover of darkness.

“Hell, yes,” he growls, once I slide back under the covers beside him. He pulls me against him, cupping my ass through my pajama shorts, squeezing, as he finds my mouth and claims it with his. This isn’t how my Losing My Virginity With Max fantasy starts, but I’ll take it.

I reach for him under the covers and my hand brushes along the front of his skin tight boxers. He’s hard as a rock under the soft cotton already.

When my touch makes him shudder, and kiss me harder, I grow bolder than I’ve ever been in my life, and slide my hands under his waistband.

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