Page 46 of Surviving the Break
I tugged his head back gently by his hair, searching his face. “Max, this is too much. A building that size had to have cost a fortune. Not to mention all the demo-work that needs to be done.” It began to rain, and it was cold out, but we stood there, only acknowledging each other. Our pressed chests rose and fell in sync.
“I won it at auction.” He held on to my hips.
Even so, a property that size wouldn’t auction for less than six figures. Max’s wealth didn’t scream at you. Subtle in its obviousness. His company held contracts for most of the big developments in the city, and he employed over two hundred people. “Do you own all this land too?”
“No,” he said, a slow grin spreading. “The clinic does.”
“Max…” My voice croaked. I ran one hand down his face while holding on to his wet hair with the other. The moisture building in my eyes couldn’t be blamed solely on the weather. I kissed him, pouring my love into it because he wasn’t ready for me to say it with words. But it wasn’t my love for him that sent me over the edge. It was realizing he loved me too. The way he cared more about my happiness than his own. The way he used his last bit of coffee to brew me a mug while he went without. It was in the way he’d sneak Pluto into my bed when he couldn't stay himself because he was working on this jaw dropping surprise. And the way he adopted my cause as his own. He wanted to see it grow, to see my dreams come to fruition. Maxlovedme. He just didn’t know it, yet.
We got back into the truck and stripped off our sodden clothes. My need to have him in me was an intrusive, palpable thing. The rain pounded down around us; traffic blew past from our position on the side of the road, and within minutes, the windows grew murky. Max sat with his head resting against the deck of the backseat, jerking me off and kneading my ass as I pinned him by the throat and fucked myself on his cock.
Home.
PLUTO SATon my side of the bed watching me with sad dog eyes, his whimper on a low setting. Ignoring him wasn’t working, so before he dialed things up, I slid out of Max’s hold and followed him downstairs.
He circled me, excited as I filled his bowl with food and placed it in the empty space that should’ve contained a dining table. Max had said not having anything to fill that space made the apartment feel unsettled. I considered the observation a bit extreme, but it was a big block of space to leave empty while every other corner sat fully furnished. In a way, I didn’t feel settled. Something was missing. Something vital to making a house a home. Maybe once I figured that out, I’d get a table set.
Max padded down the stairs in a pair of my lounge pants. “You left me.” His raspy sleep voice stirred things in me.
“You’re up.” I sprawled next to Pluto, rubbing his ears while he ate.
“I can’t sleep without you.” He walked over to me and lowered to his knees before crawling on top of me, forcing me to release Pluto and lie flat on my back. “You’re naked,” he said, settling between my spread thighs.
“And you’re not. I don’t like that.” I bit at his lips while he shimmied out of my flannel bottoms.
“Problem”—kiss—“solved.” He grew brick hard against me, but neither of us made a move to do anything about it. Content to lie there, holding each other.
“What are our plans for the day?” I asked.
“Ourplans.” He tasted the words. “I like the sound of that.”
“So do I.”
“It’s Christmas Eve. We have Pete’s winter performance at the ballet house to attend. Other than that, I planned to be in or on you for most of the day.” His teeth latched onto my neck.
If it was at all possible, Max grew thicker and longer. My hole spasmed. No matter what end of the train either of us rode on, it was the most fulfilling ride for us both. “My ass votes forinme, first.” I ran a finger through his crack. He hiked up his right knee to give me better access. “No one’s ever fucked me as well as you do, Max,” I whispered, raising my head to kiss his eyelids. Something I loved to do. “Every time you take me, I fall apart.” I watched him for signs of retreat. Max didn’t always respond well to me baring my soul. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, and his gaze never faltered from mine. He held himself above me and began to rut slowly against my leg. “And each time, you touch a place I never knew to be there.” I fisted a handful of his hair, preventing him from lowering his mouth to mine. His jaw ticked with irritation, and his movements picked up speed and strength. “You make love to me as if that place between my ass is your temple, but when youfuckme? Oh, Max...when youfuck me,it’s as if you’re purging your sins.” I licked his neck and sucked like a fiend, and he humped me across the floor, inch by inch, grunting. When my head hit the sofa, I removed my lips from his flesh and held his stare. Max watched me wide-eyed and frantic, panting uncontrollably. I kept my firm grip on his hair and brought my other hand down with force on his ass. The sound boomed through the room. My thigh grew slick with his pre-release. The couch leg scraped against the floor as we moved it; he fucked himself against me without remorse but with a touch of shame. Max liked a little embarrassment with his horny. My palm stung from the pounding it put on his fir, bottom.
“I changed my mind,” I said. “You’re going to come now, and I’m going to delay my gratification for the whole day. And tonight, I’m going to stick it inyou.I’ll be strung so tight that my cum will spill from me endlessly. I’ll drink it from you for hours, and you’ll still be leaking me fordays,” I promised. Max’s muscles constricted; I ran my fingers over the dimples where his back and ass connected, and when he came on a whimper, my mouth ate it up.
I brushed a few damp strands off his forehead. “Come with me to the hospital Christmas party tonight.”
He closed his eyes and rested his sweaty face in the crook of my neck. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
19
MAX
I’d become insecure the night after Hayden declared his devotion to me by our pond. I viewed every look or word spoken between him and the opposite sex as suspicious. We’d argued a lot that first year. I didn’t trust him out of my sight. We’d moved into an off-campus apartment together, and I made love to him constantly, trying to ensure that he was satisfied and couldn’t get it up for anyone else.
Dangerously jealous would’ve been a kind way to describe me. If we were unavoidably separated during the day, I’d tear into him all night, wringing us both dry and rendering him unable to move.
Sneaking his underwear out of the hamper to smell it wasn’t beneath me. Randomly jumping him when he got home from class and dragging his pants down in order to sniff his cock for hints of female was a common occurrence, even though I had no clue what female parts would smell like. The opposite of him or me, I supposed. I had no issue with bisexuality. My issue was with Hayden and my lack of trust in him and what he wanted.
He remained patient. Understanding.Never angry or threatening to leave. He loved me until I believed it.
Releasing the death grip I’d had on my fear, that one day, he would decide he no longer wanted my parts, took time. It wasn’t easy, but I’d done it anyway. And we were happy. For a long, long time.
IPLAYED BACKmy morning with Ash as we drove to see Pete’s performance. The flash of fear his words triggered didn’t shock me. The shock came from how much I wanted to hear more despite it. I wanted him to feed me all the declarations he held in his heart because a man like Ash had to have an infinite supply.
