Maximum Rush (Tangled Desires Book 4)

by Murphy,Misti

  “I need you in me. Want to feel you moving inside me.” Curling up she drags my mouth to hers for a kiss so ravenous, I forget what I’m doing.

  My cock feels like it might explode with how much I want to have her on me. Pushing one finger inside her, I curl it to stroke all those nerves that make her squirm with pleasure. I pump it in and out until she’s crying, her body jerking against mine, her inner walls gripping me.

  “Now.” She grips my hand and drags it from her pussy, at the same time yanking at my pants. “Fuck me, now, Rush.”

  Standing up, I shed my pants quicker than I can say abracadabra. I never thought I’d see the day my little nun turned demanding, but God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And it makes me crazy with the need to pull her on top of me and have her ride me.

  I drop back down, and she jumps me, her legs along mine as she grasps my erection and sinks onto it. And shit, did that happen? I’m inside her, and she’s so much hotter, and I’m so much more sensitive to her without a condom. Gripping her hips, I fight the urge to thrust into her, to lift her up and yank her down on my cock over and over. Because this is fucking heaven right here, except for the fact that we should not be doing this.

  I’ve never been inside a girl, bare. I have never wanted to be. It would be a sure fire way to sabotage my life, my career. I grit my teeth and hold her perfectly still. Not that it helps, my dick is twitching so much I might blow just from having her on me. “We forgot the condom.”

  “Sh-it.” Even the word being expelled on a gasp is almost too much movement, and her eyes...

  Fuck me, her eyes are filled with emotion and heat. And I wonder if what I see in them is her, or my own mirrored back at me. “We shouldn’t. We should get a condom.”

  Except my hips move of their own accord, sliding me inch by inch into that tight grip of hers.

  “I-I’m on the pill. I know it sounds silly, but every precaution.”

  And that’s all I need to hear to be willing to throw caution to the wind. If it was anyone other than her I’d be hard-pressed to trust them, but I have no issues taking her at face value. I trust her explicitly.

  “I’ve never been unprotected and I keep my health in order.” I grasp her face between my hands. Now that I’ve told her that she’s probably going to freak out about catching something from me. “I promise, Maxi. I’m not some disease ridden rodent.”

  “Or koala.”

  “What?” Are we seriously talking about animals while I’m pushing in and out of her wet heat?

  “Chlamydia. Koalas have chlamydia.” She swallows. “You don’t.”

  “Well that’s a fact I didn’t know, and never wanted to know.” I surge up to take her mouth, blocking any more disturbing talk about Australian marsupials by kissing the ever-loving fuck out of her while I turn over and get her underneath me.

  Lying on her back, her hair splayed out like a messy halo around her heads, she clings to me. “I’m sorry. I think I have a problem.”

  “You’re not the one with the problem, beautiful. Those koalas are.” Grasping one of her legs, I pull it tight around my hips as I push slowly in and out of her. That’s all it takes to forget about koalas, chlamydia, and whether or not I’m going to regret letting her tangle herself around my dick so thoroughly. “You feel so damn good, little nun. I can’t wait to cum with you strangling my cock like this. Fuck, it’s magic.”

  “I want that. Make me feel it.” Her fingers dig into my ass as she pulls me into her, a slow moan traversing her lips. “Cum in me, Rush, hard. Make me feel you explode for me.”

  I’m not sure I should be calling her little nun anymore. The mouth on this woman has my senses in overdrive. I lose my mind with her tight pussy clamped around me, sucking me deeper on each stroke. “You first. Orgasm for me. I want your sweet pussy squeezing me so hard I can’t stop myself from shooting my load into you.”

  “Oh shit.” She squeezes her eyes tight, her hands on my ass pushing me into her over and over.

  Her mouth twists on a cry and then forms an O as her release spreads through her. I can’t fight the need to kiss those ripe lips as she ripples around me, and I continue to pump into her while her inner walls clench so pleasurably around me. My own climax hits me hard, a white hot sensation racing up my shaft and exploding from the head of my cock as she milks me of every last drop. My sweet, dirty girl. She’s the best high I’ve ever had.

  It’s a pity really.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Maxi

  It’s been three days since I realized things with Rush weren’t uncomplicated. That somehow, this situation between us got twisted. Or it did for me anyway, and he’s not making it any easier, either, with his stupid smile, and his muscular arms that wrap around me, and the talking after sex.

  I close the lid on my laptop for the second time in five minutes. Even though I’m not sure I will give the article to Eliza, I wanted to finish it. Except it reads like a damn love note. Rush Hadley is… perfect, impossibly dreamy, the hottest thing since sliced bread. He’s sweet, and gorgeous, and funny, and…

  Stupid!

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what I am.

  Getting off the bed, I drop my towel over the footboard. I’m supposed to be getting ready for Tommy and Gem’s combined bachelor/bachelorette party. It’s only a few days away from the wedding, and a few more days until I go home. Standing in the closet, I finger the material of one of the sundresses Rush bought me that day at Nordstrom. The floaty fabric is a pretty coral, and not at all what I would have picked.

  But then I never would have picked Rush, either. I exhale as I pull it off the hanger. Am I being melodramatic? Perhaps a little? My heart hurts at the thought of leaving and never seeing him again. Of not having him around to make me laugh, or getting lost in his kisses, his touch. Even watching him obsess about his work is something I’ll miss. He’s always been something else, something more than any other man I’ve met.

  I slip into the dress as he comes into the room. Of course he would make an appearance while I’m struggling with the zip at the back and trying to fight down this sadness over going home when I should be looking forward to getting back to my life.

  The one without him in it.

  “Need some help?”

  I twist and turn and almost stumble, trying to yank on the damn zip. “Please.”

  Coming up to me, he runs his hands lightly down my arm. His gaze is a little sombre this afternoon. Is it wrong of me to wish it’s because he’s thinking about me leaving too? His face drops closer to mine, and his grip tightens. The brush of his thumb raises the hairs on my arms and shoots warmth to my heart that almost makes it feel light. There feels like something is being left unsaid between us, like he might have something to say about how little time we have left.

  “Turn around, beautiful. Let me see what I’m working with.”

  I offer him my back. This was supposed to be fun, and I promised him I wouldn’t get all sappy. Swallowing, I ignore the sinking feeling in my chest.

  It’s only another week. Perhaps once I’m home with Sarah and back to a normal routine, I’ll realize this was all heat of the moment craziness. Hell, Sarah. Rush made it pretty damn clear he didn’t have any interest in a relationship, there’s no way he’d want one that came with a kid. His hand grazes my back as he runs the zip up. “Are you all right? You seem quiet.”

  I’ll be fine. Just because Rush shook up my entire world doesn’t mean I can’t put the pieces back together. Right? “Zip done? We should probably get going.”

  Putting a hand to my shoulder, he scrapes my hair to the side and whispers his lips over my spine. The fine hair there stands up, my skin prickling. Would it feel any different if his constant affection meant something?

  Then he strolls toward the door. “Come on, then. We better not be late.”

  ***

  Gem’s an heiress to a confectionary company. I mean I knew she was. I’d read the articles about he
r family, her disappearance, and her sudden resurfacing here in Reverence. But I guess I never got the true gist of what that meant until right now.

  Rush grips my elbow as we stroll the manicured lawn of the venue they chose for this Willy Wonka themed party. Trestle tables are dotted all around the edges of the lawn. They’re covered in candy. All kinds of candy. Lollypops, rock candy on sticks, bowls of colorful chocolate candies, gummy candies, sour cherry balls.

  There’s a deep fried chocolate bar stand, a cotton candy booth, and a coffee cart in this wonderful world of diabetic comas. It’s almost scary how much sugar this sticky sweet love fest of theirs is made of. I’m surprised they didn’t drain the lake and fill it with hot chocolate.

  In the shade of the building a couple guys are working over a portable freezer. Freaking ice cream too? Everything a girl needs for a sugar high.

  In the middle of all this, two high backed chairs are parked next to a giant, actual gummy bear. It’s real and totally edible. On the other side, a pile of presents waits for Tommy and Gem. We stop there first, so Rush and I can add our gifts.

  “So where do you want to start?” Rush shoves his hands in his pockets, relaxed and with a wide grin that has me beaming in return.

  “I suggest a direct beeline to the coffee cart, make a left to fairy floss mountain, across to the fried chocolate stand, and over to the ice cream before taking a return route to the coffee cart.” I usually don’t go mental for candy, but how could anyone say no to a bellyache at a time like this? It’s not like you get handed a golden ticket more than once in a lifetime.

  “Coffee it is.” Rush leads the way.

  Once we have coffee in hand, we wander, and I take out my phone to snap picture after picture. It really is pretty, like something out of a movie. I wonder how much work went into setting it up, and if I could replicate it on a smaller scale for Sarah’s birthday some year in the future. I take notes as well, little memos of everything so I can journal about it when I have time.

  Rush gets a cotton candy stick, and we both pick at the pink spun sugar for a while. It’s kind of perfect. Sharing this beautiful warm day, overladen with sweetness and him. I keep darting glances at his face to find him staring at me. My heart does that skip-jump thing it’s been doing for a while, and I try to assuage the butterflies in my belly with more sugar. I know this isn’t real. It’s delirium from my blood turning to pure glucose, but I want to live in this sugary daydream forever.

  “How about ice cream?” Rush leans to whisper in my ear. His warm breath grazes my cheek, his slightly tacky fingers pushing my hair behind my ear. “I could think of a few things I’d like to do to you that involve frozen dairy desserts.”

  “Lead the way.” I would let him do whatever he’s thinking of doing. Hell, my mind supplies its own vivid version of events.

  He scoops up a handful of chocolate ice cream and smears it from my mouth down my boobs.

  “Oh, you didn’t just do that.” I dive for the chocolate mint, which is a great shade of green for him, but he tackles me as I scoop some up, and I have to grasp his head to keep from falling. It goes all over his hair, dripping down his forehead.

  “I’m going to get you for that.” He grins as he takes me to the ground.

  Somehow despite all the ice cream around us, I manage to roll him under me and slap a handful of strawberry ice cream in his face. “You look pretty in pink.”

  He laughs as we slip and slide until he has me under him again, then he licks a clear path of my skin up the side of my neck through the ice cream we’re covered in. “I look better in you.”

  “I’ll get chocolate mint,” he says, pulling me back to the present while he orders from the guy manning the freezer. “And Maxi?”

  If he wants to smear me in ice cream and lick every last drip from my skin I will happily oblige. Just to have him continue to touch me the way he does, so I don’t have to think about how it will feel when he doesn’t anymore. “Vanilla.”

  Rush grins. “Vanilla? Did I even need to ask?”

  “Right. Like my sex life.”

  He chokes down his laughter, and the guy getting our ice cream stares at me in shock.

  “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I can feel the warmth in my cheeks immediately.

  “You certainly did.” Rush takes our ice creams and holds mine out for me to take. “But that’s what makes you special.”

  “Special?” Does he mean in a tomato-stake making, window-licking kind of way, or to him? Is he saying I’m special to him? Or does he mean the men in white coats should be along any time now to lock me up and throw away the key? “I-I’m not special.”

  “To me.” He dabs his ice cream on my nose. I inhale, holding onto the lightness that pours through every cell of my body as he clasps my face, his mouth hovering above my nose. “You’re special to me.”

  “Rush? Rush Hadley? Well, look at you.”

  The buzz of the woman’s voice barely dents the way my pulse races, or the eye-lock he and I have going on. Then he furrows his brow and bites his lip as though he’s confused before turning to glance at the girl advancing on us.

  I turn too.

  With a giant smile and her gaze running over Rush’s body, she looks like a supermodel. Her blonde hair floats around her shoulders like silk, her hips and boobs are in perfect ratio, and she doesn’t have ice cream on her nose that Rush seems to have completely forgotten about.

  “Emily Trapper?”

  “You remember my name?” She stops short of us. “Here I was thinking the world famous magician wouldn’t remember an old friend from high school.”

  What kind of old friend would she be? Probably the kind who made friends with his dick. I swipe at the ice cream that’s starting to drip down the tip of my nose. She’s gorgeous, and I look like I don’t know how to find my mouth. Great, just great.

  “Of course I remember you.” He swoops forward to kiss her cheek. “We had a lot of fun, didn’t we?”

  And we all know the code word for sex is fun. I glance around, looking for any of the other Hadleys. Gem and Tommy are whispering to each other as they sit in the midst of the party, holding court. But I don’t want to bother them, I just want to ease myself out of this awkward situation.

  “So who’s your girl?” Supermodel Barbie, I mean Emily, smiles at me as she makes to step around him.

  But he hangs onto her arm, staying her as he growls. “This is Max O’Keeffe. She’s a journalist. She is not my girl.”

  Ouch. I know I’m not, but we’re not even friends anymore, apparently. I don’t recall him ever calling me Max, or using my full name like that. I don’t remember him ever refusing to turn around and acknowledge me while giving an introduction.

  “Can you excuse us for a minute, Max? Emily and I have a lot to catch up on. You’ll be all right to wander around on your own for a while?”

  Seriously? Would you like me to hand you a bat so you can slap me in the face with it? One minute he’s telling me I’m special. To him. The next, he’s wishing I didn’t exist? Why the hell does that hurt so much? My eyes are practically watering from what feels like a physical slap down. “Absolutely.” I need to go and die from shame right now anyway. “I wanted to take more photos anyhow.”

  “Great.” He slings an arm around Emily’s shoulders as they walk away. “So how long has it been?”

  At least she has the decency to glance back. “It was nice to meet you, Max.”

  Prick. Twat waffle. Fuck muffin. Why am I so upset about this? Why does the fact that Rush is acting exactly like I expected him to bother me so much? It’s not supposed to. We made a deal.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Rush

  Maxi is not my girl, my woman, my anything. She is not and never will be anything more than a pleasant memory. So why the hell did I go and tell her she’s special? And not just special, but to me?

  I can’t stop thinking about how stupid I am to tell her something like that, to almost kiss the
ice cream off her nose like some lovesick fool in the midst of a romantic sugar high. And yet, I’d been all in with that stupid romantic notion until Emily interrupted and dragged me back to reality. Her timing couldn’t have been better, her presence less appreciated. It was the perfect opportunity to escape the moment and find my equilibrium. Nevertheless, the tenderness in Maxi’s gaze, the feeling that seemed to take over my entire body plays through my head over and over while I reminisce about skipping school, and the crazy tricks we used to get up to with Emily. It doesn’t let up when I finally say goodbye to go in search of Maxi, either. And it really starts to irritate me when I can’t find her.

  Maxi and I are just two people enjoying each other’s company with no feelings involved, no expectations. That’s what we both wanted, what we agreed to. I stalk back and forth from the lake to the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. My gut gets all tied up in knots as I get more and more edgy.

  She was absolutely gorgeous, her face radiant, her gaze locked on mine when I told her what I thought of her. And I meant it, too. That she’s amazing and unique. Any guy would be lucky to have her in his life. Just not me. But the idea that any of Tommy’s single friends thought she was beautiful and alone brings a bitter taste to my mouth. I don’t want to share her with anyone, not for another week. And after that?

  I’ll go back to work, and she’ll be the last thing I think about. But I will think about her. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her. And I’ll probably wonder whether we could have made something from this crazy affair we started. I’ll Facebook stalk her to see what she’s up to, and whether she’s dating.

  I growl under my breath. No, I won’t. I’ll be too busy entertaining my fans, doing tours and TV shows, and banging any girl who throws herself at me. That’s the life I want, and why I told Maxi she couldn’t have feelings for me. I just should have told myself that, too. Not that these thoughts I have about her or the fact that I already miss her when I think of her leaving mean anything.