“Give me your mouth, Kitten.”
I turn my face, blindly searching, my body moving fast and hard against his hand and squeezing the hell out of it—riding it with all I have. Our noses brush, our teeth bump and then his tongue is pushing in my mouth, claiming it, owning it and swallowing my cries as I come so hard my legs want to collapse. The pressure of Max’s hand on my wrist, pinning me, is the only reason I’m still standing. As he slowly leaves go, I give him the weight of my body, my nails biting into his arms, afraid he’ll let go before I can stand.
His fingers casually leave me, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. “Tess,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and gravelly. I open my eyes to look at him. His fingers are soaked with my wet, glossy, cream. He runs his tongue over them playfully, before sucking them in his mouth. I feel my center clench, and I swear I come again just watching him. “My woman tastes good.”
“Jesus,” I gasp, and it’s the only word I have the air to utter.
He finally pulls my clothes back up, with a cocky look. “I think all you should wear from now on are those stretchy skirts. That way I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Much easier access.”
Jesus. I may never wear jeans again.
*
Jenna
I watch as the little know-it-all-bitch twists her ass and walks away with Max. My Max. I had him right where I wanted him before that bitch of an ex of his went and ruined shit. Now he comes crawling back here, asking the boys for help, dragging along some bony-ass broad and ignoring me. That’s not going to work. He thinks he can whisk her away to Aruba, where she can have the life I should have had? Oh fuck, no. That shit isn’t going to happen. Max is loaded, and that should be mine. If I can’t get money from him, then I’ll make sure she doesn’t either. Shit, he’s an escaped criminal on the run, right? Has to be a fucking reward in that somewhere. Just watch how fast that bitch leaves him twisting in the wind if her high and mighty friends on the outside know she’s not a hostage, but sucking a felon’s cock and begging for more.
I’ll teach her to mess with me. I’ll get her and Max both.
24
Max
Tess is like a sweet addiction. One taste and you just can’t stop until you get another one. And another. She’s over at the picnic tables eating with the Vipers’ old ladies and helping Marcum’s kids eat. She’s laughing and so breathtakingly beautiful. I almost feel guilty for touching her, not enough to stop though.
“She fits in well, boy,” I look up as Marcum sits down beside me. I’m on the steps of the old garage across from the yard. I scoot over a bit, to make room for the old bastard.
“That she does. Don’t even think she knows just how well.”
“A smart man might think about getting his shit together here, so he can claim her right,” Marcum says.
I snort, I can’t help myself. That’s rich coming from his ass. “Are you actually giving me advice on women?”
“Would you listen if I did? You always have been a headstrong, stubborn, son of a bitch,” Marcum says, lighting up a cigarette. I look over at him, the smell of tobacco filling the air. Some days it’s like looking in a mirror. I’m not sure how we’ve kept the secret as long as we have. The only one who knows Marcum is my old man, is Dusty, the road boss of the crew. I may associate with the old man now, hell, I even trust him. But his fucked up life was never what I wanted for my own. Which just goes to show you, never say never, because I sure capped any of the old man’s mistakes by a fucking mile.
“Probably, not. Too much has been done, now. If I’m going to have any time with Tess. It’s not fucking going to be with me behind bars, wishing I could touch her. I’d rather they kill me now.”
“She told Cherry she thought you’d get out pretty easily.”
“Tess is smart, she also believes in fairy tales and wishes coming true. You and I both know the world don’t work that way.”
“If wishes were horses…,” he starts.
“We’d all fucking ride…” I end, and he laughs, snuffing out his cigarette on the cement.
“So you’re taking her with you? Going to become what? Some beach bum?” he asks.
“Why not, I got the money. Might as well make sure I enjoy what time I have.”
“And Tess? What happens if you’re discovered?”
“You’ll make sure she’s good,” I tell him, and that’s not a question.
“Yeah, I will. First flitter you’ve messed with I can stomach. I tried to warn you to stay away from that damned Renee.”
“Yeah, that you did, old man, but then again if you listened to your own advice your dick wouldn’t have had more pussy than the local animal shelter, and I wouldn’t have ten brothers and sisters floating around Florida.”