Page 77 of On The Run

While all of that was true, I also wanted to make sure there was enough food for Bronx, since Max had no idea he’d be showing up in about forty-five minutes and inviting himself to dinner.

“Sure. Anything in particular?”

I shrugged. “You pick. But can you make sure to get those fried plantains please. Oh, and the beef patties?” I was finally able to eat regular food and I was taking advantage of that, despite any ulterior motives. And since I already knew anal was off the table, I didn’t have to worry about indulging a little.

Laughing, Max kissed me. It was still fairly innocent, but he lingered, and I was fucking devastated when he pulled away. “I’ll order now and then swing by and grab it after I pick up Gray. He went to a friend’s house after school. Why don’t you take a shower and get some rest while I’m gone.”

I agreed, mainly because my erection was getting out of control and these sweatpants didn’t cover a fucking thing. Max seemed preoccupied enough not to notice what was going on in my pants, so I snuck out without him calling me on it.

I showered quickly, though I knew I had plenty of time. Even so, I made sure to clean myself well. I considered jerking myself off real quick, but to be honest, I was afraid I would have issues later if I did it now. Typically, that wasn’t a problem for me. I was only 21 after all, but I didn’t want to risk it. I would literally die if my plan to seduce Max succeeded and then I couldn’t get a fucking boner. No thank you. Luckily, just being out of his presence for a few minutes, plus nerves, gave me enough relief.

Neither Max nor Bronx were here yet when I was done. I didn’t have much in the way of clothes, since the asshole got rid of most of mine, but Max had bought me some, including a drawer of nice, like really fucking nice, boxer briefs and jocks. When I asked him if he spent as much time getting underwear for Pops, he threw one of my brand-new T-shirts at my face and I laughed. Still, I was fucking relieved when I went to help Pops store his new stuff and saw just a couple of packages of regular Hanes briefs.

I scoured the drawer until I came across a deep purple jock. It was sturdier than some of the others, but still fucking sexy. I hadn’t been feeling the most confident the last few weeks, but even I admitted I looked good in these.

I wanted to dress up a bit, but honestly, all the activity and nerves were catching up to me, so I settled on a pair of black joggers with a tighter fit. They still made my ass look spectacular, if I did say so myself, and were a little dressier than the gray ones I’d been slumming in for days. Max knew I liked colorful shirts and hoodies and geometric patterns, so he had gotten me this awesome pullover with a 3-D geometric circular pattern with alternating pink, blue, green, and yellow rectangles. It was absolutely something I would’ve bought for myself, and it meant a lot to me that Max not only realized this but purposely went out of his comfort zone to get me clothes that would matter to me.

I slipped on black socks and sat on the bed. I hadn’t planned on napping. I wanted to be up when Max got back and found out Bronx was here as well, but the soft bed was like an invitation, and without even meaning to, I found myself wrapped up in the soft comforter and drifting off.

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“So,tokki, do you know anything about Bronx showing up suddenly desperate for uncle time with Gray?”

We were cleaning up after dinner, and I was getting fucking desperate. I glanced up at Max through my lashes, trying to keep my face neutral, though I was sure I was doing a shit job at it. For a person who had spent their entire life lying to protect themselves, I fucking sucked at it when it came to Max.

Bronx had left with Gray a few minutes ago, conveniently slipping out before cleanup. Max grumped, but I knew he was as happy as I was to have the house to ourselves.

I shrugged casually. At least I hoped it was casual. Was it too forced looking? I put the plate in the dishwasher, suddenly feeling awkward and afraid to look over at Max. “Yeah, that was a little strange, wasn’t it?” Was my voice as high-pitched as it sounded right now?

I’d just placed the final knife into the dishwasher when Max’s bigger body crowded into me. A woosh of breath escaped me as my hips were pushed into the edge of the counter. There wasn’t an inch of space between us. His front was pressed up against my back, and someone would be hard pressed to be able to slide a piece of paper between us. My dick took notice, of course, and twitched in my pants. Max wrapped his arms around me, securing me tightly to his front, his stubble brushing against my neck as his lips lightly teased the skin there.

“Yes, very strange. Almost like it was planned.”

I tried to shrug, but honestly, my brain was offline by now. Max licked along the column of my neck, just trying to get me to cream my pants.

“Max,” I whined. I shimmied back against him, trying to get closer even if it wasn’t possible.

“It seems like someone was trying to get the house to ourselves. Or, well, at least a little quieter.”

I tried to deny it, but no words escaped me. “Max, I need you to touch me.” I tried to turn around and look at him, but he wasn’t giving me an inch. Why was it that something that would terrify me with anyone else just brought me to a whole new level of horny when it came to Max?

Max slipped his hand in between my front and the counter. His fingers slipped into the band of my sweats, but not low enough to touch me. Fucking tease.

“Not until you tell me the truth, love. Did you ask Bronx to pick up Gray?”

How the hell was I supposed to form an intelligent response when Max’s hot breath was on my neck and his scruff was scratching my skin. His fingers dipped lower, just low enough to graze the little hairs above my groin.

My answer was a moan as I pushed back into Max. He wrapped the hand not in my pants around my waist and tilted his hips up and down, grinding his bulge against my ass.

“Maaax. Max. Please. Please.”

“Please what,tokki?”

“The doctor said I was clear to play some.”

Max’s hand and hips froze. I felt him suck in a small gasp of air where his lips rested against my neck. “Really?”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes. O-Only some stuff, and I can’t put too much weight on my leg, but besides that, I’m good.”

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