He cast his line out again, looking completely content.
“I don’t think anything’s gonna bite,” I said, starting to reel mine in.
“That’s not the point,” he said, laughing softly.
“Getting a fish to bite isn’t the point? What am I missing?”
“Fishing is an art. You can sit here forever and not get a bite. But unless you’re feeding your family on it, it doesn’t matter.”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “Okay. So the point is to waste time?”
“No, sweetheart. The point is to let the water and the air and the quiet take you away. Fishing is something you can do alone if you need to clear your head. You can do it with a buddy or your dad if you want to bond. It’s a tradition, I guess.”
I reeled my line in and cast it out again. “So we’re bonding?”
He smirked. “This is one of my favorite ways to bond.”
“Huh. I’d have thought your favorite way to bond included more, you know, bonding. Contact. That kind of thing.” I let my gaze fall to the bulge in his jeans and looked back up again.
“You better stop looking at me like that, sweetheart,” he warned.
“Or what?”
He chuckled and shook his head, reeling in his line a little faster.
“Where’s the closest neighbor?” I asked with as much innocence as I could feign.
“Mr. Hickman lives a few hundred yards that way,” he nodded his head. “And there’s nobody, really, that way.”
I stood up and brought my line in and sat the pole down.
Max watched me curiously, reeling his line in, too. He chewed his bottom lip, probably to keep from smiling, and placed his pole on the ground beside him.
He sat down on the grass and leaned back, his hands behind him. “What ‘cha thinking, Ms. Stanley?”
“Oh,” I said, pretending to consider his question as I walked over to him. “I’m thinking you’re right.” I drew the sweatshirt off over my head and tossed it beside Max’s pole. “We do need to bond.” I unzipped my jeans, my eyes locking with his, as I slowly pushed my pants down my legs. I stepped out of my sneakers and my jeans and stood before him in my bra and panties. I gave myself a split second to panic, to realize I was standing practically naked in the middle of a backyard, neighbors or not, but it never came. All I could feel was Max’s adoring eyes.
“Is that so?” he asked, not moving a muscle besides the corners of his mouth.
“Mm hmm,” I replied, straddling his still fully-clothed body. I palmed the back of his head with one hand and drew his mouth to mine. He opened his mouth and allowed my tongue access and it took the opportunity. I melded our mouths together, licking and sucking his tongue gently, hearing him growl into my mouth.
I pulled back, looked at him, and grinned. I could see his control wavering. “You ready to go inside?”
“Not happening, sweetheart.” He moved me off to the side and I sat on my knees and watched him move. He slipped his jeans off his long, lean body, taking his boxers with them. He lay back on the grass, his erection long and hard. He stroked it with his hand. “Is this what you want?”
Before he could react or give me direction, I bent forward and drew his dick into my mouth. I sucked the top, swirling my tongue around the head, and then took it as far down my throat as I could.
Max growled louder this time as I passed my lips over the velvety length. I sucked the tip again, before licking the length, drawing my tongue slowly up each inch of him. He hissed in a breath and grabbed at the blades of grass on either side of him. Watching and hearing him react to me was such a turn-on.
I took him in my mouth again, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and squeezing it just a touch tighter than necessary. He bent his knees and lifted his pelvis and I knew he was craving contact. I stroked him base to tip, my mouth following it, my tongue never stopping.
He dropped his hips quickly, pulling at my shoulders. “Stop, Kar. I’m gonna come if you don’t quit.”
“I want you to,” I said, dipping my head again.
“Not like that. Not tonight.”
I turned to face him and saw the soft side of Max that was responsible for making me fall in love before I knew it. It was the look in his eye he had when he was trying to fix a problem I had. The look that reassured me that he wouldn’t hurt me. The look he had right before he fell asleep at night and his eyelids were all heavy and his heartbeat was rhythmic.