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I can still hear his words echoing in my mind. “Want to get you naked. Put you on all fours. Fuck you from behind. Touch you everywhere.”
He fucks me like that. It’s hard and passionate and fearless. No one would look at us and say we’re making love. But as he fucks me, I know that’s what we’re doing. He runs his hands up and down my back. He doesn’t shy away from my scars. He doesn’t hold back his lust. He groans and he grunts. He touches and he explores. Most of all—heshows.
He shows me with his actions that he’s not leaving.
As we’re both getting closer, he pushes on the small of my back and rasps hotly in my ear, “Lower your tits to the mattress.”
I shudder from the command.
That wasn’t what I expected him to say, yet it’s perfect too.
I drop down and with my face turned to the side, pressed into the bed, he covers me. Roping a powerful arm around my chest, he tugs me impossibly closer. Then he fucks me hard and powerfully, and I don’t even need a hand between my thighs to help myself along. All these raw emotions, all these wild, risky feelings storm inside me, whipping into bliss till I grab the sheets. I fall apart beneath him, and he pumps hard a few more times, then jerks, stills, and groans my name like I’m all he’s ever wanted.
The world spins away, and I let it go.
This is all there is, and I don’t want to give him up.
42
A BEAUTIFUL TRIAD
Max
I’m playing a long game, but sometimes the long game involves little things.
Like a regular London fog latte. Like her favorite egg sandwich for breakfast. Like an invitation to watch another movie.
I send the first two to her office a couple days later because I reason those can be easily passed off as something she’d ordered, if need be. Then, after I finish listening to a new class—I aced navigational tools and started one on the Pyramids of Giza—I toggle over to a graphics app I downloaded and make an invitation for movies and popcorn in a few nights’ time.
I’ve got an ulterior motive though. Maybe we can talk then. At the ice rink the other day, she said she wants the same things I do. Maybe we can start to figure out how the hell we’re going to get them. We’ve got one more communityoutreach event next week, so the timing feels right for a deeper conversation. A roll-up-your-sleeves kind of talk.
As Athena saunters into the kitchen with a sassy meow, I send the invite to Everly, then add one more note.
Max: You were right.
Everly: Yes to movies and popcorn of course. Also, what am I right about? Tell me now.
I scoop up the furball and snap a shot of her in my arms. I make sure she’s nice and snug against my bare biceps. I’m not above a little arm porn. I send the pic and a note.
Max: I sent in the adoption paperwork for Athena.
Everly doesn’t text back, but a minute later after I’ve pulled on a sweatshirt so I can head to morning skate, my phone rings. “You kept her! I’m so excited.”
So you can spend every night with us?
But Everly is a flower that opens slowly. You can’t rush the bloom. So I don’t say that. “Me too,” I say. “Especially since Athena is excellent at watching movies with us, and she doesn’t try to steal the popcorn.”
She’s become our movie companion at my home.
“She is,” Everly says, then takes a beat. “Thank youagain for the breakfast and the latte. You’ve been spoiling me. This is the third day in a row.”
“Good. I like spoiling you.”
And I want to do it every damn day. Just let me.
“You really do,” she says, and briefly I wonder when my special gift will arrive. The company emailed that the custom order had been delayed, which is annoying, but it should arrive soon.
I hear the sound of a door snicking shut. “What can I do for you?” she asks quietly, even though she must have privacy now in her office. “You do so much for me and I want to do something for you.”
