Page 73 of The Ruthless and the Strong

“Oh, God.”

Something about being in this position got to me. My face was buried in the sheet, my fist trying to grab hold of it, and my legs—I didn’t know how long he expected me to hold this position, but I wasn’t going to last very long.

My orgasm hit me by surprise. Tears sprang to my eyes as I felt myself forcefully pushed over the edge.

My thighs quivered, and I lost the strength to hold myself up anymore. I collapsed on the bed as I tried to ride out the climax.

I didn’t even know what Max was doing anymore and I didn’t care. But when I felt him nudge at my entrance with his cock, I tensed a bit on the bed.

“Don’t fight me,” he said soothingly, his hands rubbing in circles at the small of my back. I relaxed then, and he entered me quickly, settling himself at the hilt.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You feel so good. I can’t hold back.”

I moved my face to the side, blowing a few strands of my hair out of my face, and I could see him clearly for the first time. I didn’t even know when he had gotten naked. “Don’t hold back,” I urged, moving my hips against him. My eyes rolled back at the friction, and I clenched around him.

He slapped my bottom a few times, and I groaned.

“Hold still,” he commanded roughly.

“Don’t hold back,” I said again. “Use me.”

“Fuck,” he said again. Then he moved and he didn’t hold back.

I kept my eyes open as I watched him, not wanting to miss a single second of it as he moved roughly inside of me, his pelvis hitting against my bottom every time he moved back in.

He reached his hand around me until he found my clit and he rubbed at it harshly.

I shot off like a rocket, my orgasm hitting me just as intensely as the first one.

It wasn’t long before I felt Max come, his big, beautiful body shaking behind mine as he let out a loud shout before he collapsed on top of me, as if he didn’t have the energy to do anything anymore.

I knew the feeling.

* * *

Saturday morning,I woke up to a text from Max that told me he was taking me and Hunter out for a surprise and to dress warmly and meet him at his house before lunch with Hunter’s car seat. I assumed he wanted to drive us somewhere, though I didn’t ask him; I was just happy about the plan.

I was excited.

I didn’t think Max would take to Hunter so quickly, or that he would want to spend time with him, but I knew I shouldn’t be surprised. Max loved kids, and he was so good with Hunter.

So around eleven thirty in the morning, I got Hunter and myself ready and we headed out the door fifteen minutes later. Max opened the door before I could even knock, which told me he had been watching out for our arrival.

“Hi,” I said to him, feeling almost too shy suddenly. I didn’t know why, especially considering the things we had done in his house that were downright rude. I shouldn’t be shy around him, but I was.

Hunter pulled away from my hand and quickly moved to Max, who caught him just as he crossed the threshold. “Maxie!”

“Hey, little buddy. How are you?”

Hunter grinned up at Max, his green eyes bright as he held out his arms. I couldn’t even remember the last time Hunter asked to be carried. Maybe with Mason that one night when we’d first moved in.

Max picked him up and held Hunter closer to his chest, and though my son was big for his age, he looked so small in Max’s arms then that my heart clenched at the sight.

“Hey,” Max greeted me. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. “Are we dressed okay?”

Max eyes made a slow perusal down my body, and when he looked up and met my eyes again, they were heated. I resisted the urge to squirm. I was dressed pretty casually, in dark blue jeans, black ankle boots, and a brown knitted sweater. I didn’t have on much makeup, save for some mascara and lipstick.

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