Page 42 of Trust Issues
I wasn’t imagining.
Lord in heaven.
That explained why my lower body felt like it had been run over by a Mack truck. I meant that in the most endearing way possible too. It was that good kind of pain that flushed your brain with delicious memories and flashbacks.
I pressed my thighs together to see if I’d be transported back in time and I was. I saw Max between my legs eating my pussy like Thanksgiving dinner. Heat prickled my skin all over.
“I knew I was drunk but…fuck,” Max sighed and rubbed his face. When he dropped his hands at his sides, my ravenous gaze ate up the thick chocolate cuts of muscle adorning his frame. When the hell did he get all of that?
“Okay, so we were both drunk. Got it. You didn’t mean to fuck me and I…” I couldn’t get my mouth to cooperate with what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to fuck him but every time I looked at the devastating V-cut that led to a thick patch of dark hair my mind went all fuzzy. That goddamn V-cut made women do stupid things.
I was living proof.
“You what?” He asked tipping his head to the side. When he folded his arms, his pecs flexed and I looked away. Instead of looking at him, I looked at the crumpled state of my bed and buried my face in my hands.
“I don’t know, Max. How did this happen?” My voice came out much squeakier than I intended. I looked at the floor searching for his damn shirt. Maybe if he put his shirt on I wouldn’t have such a hard time focusing. I found it at the foot of the bed and handed it to him. “Please put this on.”
“Why? Can’t concentrate?” He flexed his muscles on purpose and my stupid ass stood there and watched, fighting a grin. God, Max was such an arrogant asshole. He was the opposite of what I had in my book. The total fucking opposite.
“I can concentrate, you asshole. How did we end up fucking?” I watched with sadness as he tucked his muscles away beneath his shirt and searched for his underwear.
When he couldn’t find them he said, “All I remember is being tired of my brain thinking about that kiss. I couldn’t even fuck Sadie like I wanted to because you were in every thought, Kyle.” He took a step toward me and my breath stuttered. “Now, I don’t know if that was a mistake or not. Only time will tell. I’ll leave and give you some time to think but all I ask is that you keep this between us for right now.”
“Oh, why is that Max? Because you don’t want anyone to know how shameful you feel after fucking me?” I wrapped the sheet around my body several times until it looked like a strapless gown then I let my hands drop to my sides once I figured the sheet wasn’t going anywhere.
Barkley ran into the bedroom and laid right on top of the damn sheet like I’d made a bed specifically for him. I rolled my eyes at the black ball of fur and leveled Max with my glare.
“That’s not it. I think we deserve some time to figure this out. This isn’t something insignificant. Plus you swore off all men for a while, remember?”
“I remember.”
“After fucking things up with Sadie I’m thinking about swearing off dating too.”
“Then we can form a pact. No more fucking anyone for either of us. Clearly, we’re mental when we’re left to our own devices.” I pushed my hand through my hair and tried my hardest not to nibble on my fingers like I wanted to.
“Okay,” Max nodded. “We’ll do that. No more sex for either of us.” My body protested at his words. My thighs and everything between them hummed with the memory of him stroking me until I came over and over again. The images in my mind glued my tongue to the roof of my mouth and all I could do was nod at him.
“I don’t know how to properly leave after this so…I guess I’ll call you.” He hesitated before walking out of my room and I felt the energy shift within those four walls. I didn’t know what that meant exactly but everything in me said it was significant.
I had to clear my mind. Things were too jumbled and all over the place. I grabbed Barkley’s leash and called him over for a walk.
“What the hell have I done?” I asked as I headed to the elevator with Barkley in tow. I glanced quickly at Max’s door wondering if he would open it. I wondered if I’d get to look into his deep coffee eyes. They always energized me and charged me up like a cup of espresso.
Wait.
What the fuck was I doing? Was I really standing in the hallway thinking about Max’s eyes? What happened to me?
The elevator dinged and snapped me out of my momentary lapse in judgment. Thank god Naima walked off. “Back it up and turn it back around, ho. I need to talk to you.”
She took one look at me and her jaw dropped. It was like she could see the sex with Max painted all over my body. I wasn’t going to tell her who I’d fucked only that I got some amazing dick last night and that I was confused.
I rushed into the elevator and yanked Naima in with me. “Bitch, who did you fuck? Whoever it was he left marks all over your neck and I’m not talking about just hickeys.” She tipped my head to the side and gently ran her finger along my throat. Memories assaulted my mind of the way Max’s fingers dug into my throat when he was on top of me.
“So yeah, about that.” I cleared my throat and stepped off the elevator when it reached the lobby. “Things happened last night and…”
“Did you give in and fuck Austin?” Her eyes were wide with wonder. My top lip curled in disgust but I fixed it quickly because I’d honestly rather have her think I fucked Austin than knowing I fucked Max. I couldn’t handle the latter.
“Something like that. Listen, the point is…I’m confused and I don’t know what to do. I’m supposed to be swearing off men.” Naima and I walked to the dog park nearby and I let Barkley off the leash to frolic. I loved being one of the few dog owners in the building. That meant Barks could have the dog park to himself most of the time.
