“Don’t listen to her, Vada. She’s a nutcase,” Monica reassures me and walks me to the nearest checkout line.
After our purchase and the cart’s bags are ready, Monica and I head for the car. Monica brought us to the store this morning, and I’m glad of that because I’m in no mood to drive right now.
When Bianca was verbally berating me back there, I could feel my back pocket buzz a few times with unread text messages. I’m just now checking my phone, Monica is putting the bags away in the trunk of the car, and my heart does a cartwheel in my chest the minute I see I have a text from Max. Also, seeing one from my brother, I decided to read that one later.
Max
Hello gorgeous. I’ve missed you so much already this morning, and I need my fix.
I’m home already, the practice ended early today, and I have a surprise for you.
I can’t wait to see you!
I don’t say much to Monica on the way home, as I can’t help but replay Bianca’s words in my head like a broken record. Even though Max’s text was the sweetest thing in the world, it still was not doing much to raise my spirits like I hoped it would.
Monica slips her hand into my mind, minding the steering wheel with her free one, and gives it a gentle squeeze. She drops me off at the apartment, giving me strict instructions to go inside to see Max, and she’ll put everything away for me. What would I do without this woman?
I head up the stairs and fish my key out of my back pocket when the door flies open, and a pair of strong arms scoop me up, causing my feet to zoom out from beneath me.
“Finally,” a deep voice says, a pair of soft lips connecting with my cheek as Max holds me close to him.
I find my arms curling around his broad shoulders, drinking him in like oxygen after I’ve been holding my breath for years. Though now that I’m in the arms of the safest place on earth, tears still roll down my cheeks. I bury my face into Max’s neck and hold on to his big body for comfort. He stiffens from under me, and his large hands rub loving circles around the vicinity of my shoulder blades in a comporting motion.
I hate to cry over what happened earlier and make a big deal out of it. Though, when the rough feeling of Max’s hands’ cup my face and his thumbs graze gently over my bottom lip, I can’t help but feel blessed.
“What happened, Vada? Tell me, baby,” he asks softly, as Monica makes her way past us, quietly as not to interrupt, but I look to her quickly and beg her with my eyes to tell him.
I’m too embarrassed to admit that his insane, former friend-with-benefits verbally threatened and assaulted me in the grocery store.
Chester comes walking into the kitchen, looking for pets and a few treats. He rubs against my ankles, and I bend down to scoop him up. His loud purring vibrates against my chest. Max looks to Monica before pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. She clears her throat, bending down to sort through a plastic bag before speaking.
“We saw Bianca at the store this morning while shopping for Thanksgiving dinner next week. She targeted Vada right away and began verbally shooting daggers at her.”
“Vada—” Max begins.
“It’s fine, Max. I just didn’t see it coming.” I kiss Chester on his fuzzy head, and he jumps from my arms.
Max sighs deeply, pulling me into his chest for a tight hug, which I graciously accept.
“What did she say to her, Monica?”
Monica looks to Max, chewing her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyes bouncing back and forth between us, but I nod my head, giving her the okay.
“Bianca threatened Vada, telling her that she needs to break up with you because you’re still in love with her. Plus, she referred to Vada’s china that she broke, just to be extra nasty.”
Max’s eyes grow dark with anger, and it’s such a foreign concept. I never saw Max get angry, not ever. He’s been frustrated, sure, but everyone gets stressed out. He’s genuinely pissed off, and it’s all because someone is messing with his girl. My heart warms at the thought that my boyfriend is protecting my honor and will do anything to make sure I’m safe.
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in tighter, showing my appreciation. Max rubs my shoulders, kissing my cheek.
“How about you and Monica go into the bedroom and check out the surprise I have waiting for you in there.”
Max
Watching Vada’s eyes not shine how they ought to; how they always do with such beauty and happiness, and all because of my past mistake, makes me want to punch a wall. I always keep my cool, even when times are hard.
Right now, I feel my heart ripping from my chest. I hate seeing Vada cry or become emotional and knowing I could have stopped it. Closing my eyes, I take my phone from my pocket and peek around the corner, making sure the girls are in the bedroom so they can’t hear what I’m about to say. I notice that the bags of groceries still out; I slip my phone back in my pocket and quickly put everything in its place.
I walk outside, dialing Bianca’s number. Taking a seat on the concrete staircase’s first step, I listen in anticipation of the dial tone.
“Well, hello there, handsome. I was hoping you would call me.”
I cringe at the sound of her voice but remain calm.
“Stop harassing my girlfriend, Bianca. Consider it your final warning. I’m not going to tell you again.”
She takes in a deep breath, sounding shocked, but just laughs it off as if I’m just joking around.
“Your girlfriend? Since when do you date plus-size women?”
I want to hurl my phone across the fucking parking lot. I blow out air from between my cheeks and pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Who I date is none of your concern. I was never in love with you, and I sure as fuck never will be. How dare you bring up what you did to Vada’s china? Those were heirlooms, and you had no problem smashing them into smithereens. You’re sick! You need help, Bianca!”
“Maxwell, I love you! I always have! I’ve been there since day one, and you’re going to choose her over me? She’s even told you to your face that you were an asshole and never wanted anything to do with you! Now you’re fucking her?”
I say nothing else and disconnect the phone call.
I’m over this.
The next thing on my agenda, change my phone number. I’m not going to deal with this shit any longer. When I told myself that I was over the bachelor, puck-bunny lifestyle, I wasn’t kidding, and that meant getting rid of Bianca and all of the drama she comes with too. I try my best not to let her snide comments about Vada’s size get to me, but they do.
Vada is gorgeous, but I know she secretly battles those inner demons, and I bet they sound just like Bianca. Shaking my head, I slip my phone back into my pocket, trying to rid my mind of the toxic bitch I made the mistake of letting into my life all those years ago.
I never knew I’d find the love of my life for the second time, and Bianca is trying to sabotage my right to happiness with the right girl.
She’s got another thing coming. If a fight is what Bianca wants, then she’s going down.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear a loud squealing coming from inside of the apartment. I smile, knowing Vada just uncovered her surprise. I stand up, and before I can walk through the door, she launches herself in my arms, her hazel eyes lighting up with that same familiar happiness that I adore.
“Maxwell! Key West! When do we go?”
“We pack tonight and leave first thing tomorrow morning. We’ll have three whole days in paradise.” I say before pressing a kiss to those luscious lips.
Vada sighs softly, melting into my arms.
“What about your practice schedule?”
“We’re off for the rest of the weekend, until Monday, and you don’t work this weekend. So I thought it was perfect.” I wanted to surprise my girl with a trip to The Keys.
We’ve lived within Florida our entire lives, without having been to The Keys, yet have forever wanted to visit.
I’m not sup
er creative, so I asked Monica for help. She suggested putting together a large beach tote of travel essentials she’ll need, such as a new swimsuit, sunglasses, tanning lotion, beach towel, etc. I had a custom canvas bag made just for her; a hot pink tote with her name on the front in fancy letters. The tickets to The Keys hid in the bottom, so she’d have to keep digging to find the real surprise.
Im bummed that I didn’t get to see Vada rummage through the bag and find the tickets because, yet again I had to deal with the Wicked Witch. Still, Vada’s reaction and phenomenal kiss made the sacrifice worth it.
“Damn, V. I wish I had a man as good as Maxwell to take me on vacation. He even put the groceries away. I’m kinda jealous,” Monica says, feigning a friendly pout.
Monica is an astonishing person and a fantastic friend to Vada. I don’t know how many times she’s had both of our backs and always proved herself. Whoever is lucky enough to land a girl like her should be counting his blessings.
“Jack has the hots for you, Mon. I’ve told you this for years. You might as well get it over with and drop your panties as soon as he’s back on American soil.”
I clear my throat and palm the back of my neck, blushing at my remark. I don’t want to think about Jack in a compromising position with Monica; Picturing two of my friends together, naked— makes me want to run.
Both girls look at me and stifle a laugh, and Vada kisses my cheek.
“Yep, he’s blushing.” Vada affectionately jokes.
“Alright ladies, I’m going inside now. It was wonderful to see you again, Monica. Have a great day. I’m going to find something to eat.”
“You could always nibble on this,” Vada teases and does a little shimmy my way.
I’m halfway inside of the door, and my cheeks flush warm with heat. I may be a twenty-eight-year-old man, who’s had his fair share of female lovers, but that right woman can always make me feel like a schoolboy.
I leave the girls to exchange their goodbyes, and to schedule a time for Thanksgiving dinner next week, while I busy myself in the kitchen and raid the fridge. I haven't eaten anything since getting home from practice. Deciding there is nothing good in the refrigerator or freezer that doesn't require fully prepping the stove, I invade the pantry instead. That’s when I see her, and my mouth instantly waters, and I’m suddenly hungry for something else entirely.
Vada stands in the middle of the kitchen, half-naked.
Her long dark hair covers most of her naked breasts, aside from lush pink nipples that peek through the silky strands. Aside from being topless, she’s still wearing her jeans, and I’m hoping those will be gone soon as well. Swallowing hard, I take a step forward but stop in my tracks as she shakes her head no and puts a finger up as if to tell me to wait.
Like a good boy, I stand there and wait for further instruction.
“We’ve known each other for a long time. Throughout the entire five years, we acted as if we couldn’t stand each other, but secretly, one wanted the other in ways we couldn’t admit to ourselves for different reasons. I thought you were a selfish asshole, but you proved me wrong time and time again, and you looked at me as some goody-two-shoes who desperately needed to get laid.”
As she talks, I’m focusing on trying not to let my eyes wander down too far, where I’d like to have my mouth instead. Still, that coy smile that creeps across Vada’s full mouth knows I’m doing my best but failing miserably.
“I bet you thought about me this way before we got serious, didn’t you? Just whipping my top off and begging you to touch me?”
My mouth is dry as a bag of fucking cotton balls right now as sweat gathers at my brow. Fuck, she makes me hot. My fingers itch to touch every inch of her beautiful, smooth skin, and the more Vada teases me, the more she’s going to find herself bent over the countertop.
She saunters up to me and wraps her arms around my waist, pushing her fleshy mounds against my hard chest. Vada’s sultry gold and green irises peer up at me through her thick lashes, waiting for an answer. My hand snakes up the length of her bare shoulder, letting my fingers graze her chin, feeling Vada’s naked skin pebble with goosebumps.
“The first time we kissed, right here on this counter, and I took you in my arms. I wished that I could have fucked every moan, sigh, and whimper from your body, leaving you utterly exhausted.”
She sucks in a breath, and now it’s her turn to blush.
My palm drops low to her round ass, and my fingers take advantage of her gorgeous backside. Vada grinds her hips into my hardening erection; her breath hitches in her lungs the second I let a low growl escape from my lips. My fingers work at her shiny button and pull the zipper down before revealing her pink lace panties. Our eyes meet for a few seconds in connection, then I peel her jeans from her juicy thighs, and on shaky legs, she steps out of them.
“I love the way you take care of me, Maxwell. You’re so good to me,” Vada whispers into my ear, just before darting her warm tongue out to lick the sensitive shell of my ear, the place she knows that is my weakness.
I groan deeply before pulling her panties to the side and slipping one finger inside of her warm, slick entrance. She moans and pants heavily the more I explore her queendom. In one fell swoop, I take Vada’s body in my arms and set her on top of the kitchen counter, and drop to my knees. Vada’s body shakes from under me as I place her legs on both of my shoulders and push her thighs apart with my hands before helping myself to her wetness.
I need to get lost for a little bit and blow off some pent-up steam, and what better way to do that than to devour a delicious pussy.
I can’t think of anything better than this.
Vada
Oh. My. Gosh. What is this man doing to me? I think I died and went to heaven. Max always makes foreplay seem like an out of body experience and leaves me spent every time. I look down and see he’s enjoying himself, which just turns me on that much more.
When going to the grocery store this morning, I didn’t think I would see the evil incarnate and be verbally assaulted and threatened, all in the same token, but Maxwell sure knew how to make me feel better. First, a weekend trip to The Keys, and now, taking me in the kitchen and blowing my mind in the process, he’s unquestionably getting extra brownie points for this.
My breath intensifies as I glide my hands through his hair, gently pulling as I feel my orgasm pulse through my bundle of nerves the more he sucks and licks.
“I know you want to come,” Max says, and he’s right.
Still, I have to hold out a little longer, but the more he flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub, the more I want to come undone. I moan softly and attempt to hold myself up with shaky hands, but I’m failing miserably, but I feel him insert two very talented fingers inside of my depths, and I’m a goner.
“Maxwell,” I call out as an intense rapture rips its way through my body.
I love the way he worships and loves my body and my curves. I’m panting hard and feel Max’s hands cup my hips as he comes to a standing position in front of me. Looking down and seeing he still hasn't undressed, and I smile.
My hands reach for his fly, making light work of his zipper before pulling them off, needing to see his cock. He’s my first real experience with ever giving a blow job or handling a penis in general. I wasn’t sure what to compare it to, but I knew right away, Max was very well in doubt.
I slip my hand past the elastic waistband of his black boxers and begin to eagerly stroke him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I watch as he shimmies the soft material down his muscular thighs, past his calves, and collect around his feet, kicking them aside.
“I’ve wanted this all day,” he says, hunger lacing his husky voice.
He palms his hard erection and doesn't lose eye contact with me, and continues stroking himself. We’re both panting, and out of breath as Maxwell slowly slides himself into me. I let my head fall back, enjoying the feeling of being filled by the man I’m in love with, reveling in his adoring touches, soft kis
ses, and quickening thrusts.
Another orgasm builds quickly from within, making my toes damn near cramp, but the pleasure outweighs the pain. The kitchen soon fills with the sounds of our lovemaking and Max’s deep groans of bliss as he finishes inside of me, his cock pulsing deliciously between my sex. He puts his weight on me and leans his head on my chest as he recovers.
“Bedroom,” I say with a sly smile, and before I know it, Max picks me up from the counter and takes us there without another word.
I sigh blissfully sated as I lay my head on his broad shoulder. We reach the bedroom, crossing the threshold as I feel his lips graze my cheek. Max hasn't bothered to pull out, and I’m praying he doesn't even think about it. With every step he took, I could feel his cock push against my G-spot, making my toes curl in response. That man knows what he’s doing, thank God.
He lays us down, so I’m laying on my side, and Max pulls me closer, so we’re chest to chest, skin to skin. Swallowing hard, I take a deep inhale before opening my eyes to take in the pink flush in his cheeks, which looks adorable on him.
“You’re beautiful; you know that?” I say, smiling shyly, gliding the pad of my thumb over his full bottom lip.
“I was going to say the thing about you,” Max says with a hint of humor in his voice, which makes me laugh. I wrap one smooth leg around him, playing footsie with the gorgeous man lying right next to me.
“I’m excited to go to the Keys with you,” I tell him.
Max’s eyes flicker to my bare chest, licking his lips as he takes me in before returning his gaze to my face. He notices I catch him lusting over my chest, and he cracks a smile.
“Look, I have nothing against anyone who has had a boob job. I have naturally large breasts, so I don’t need any help in that department, but if it makes a woman feel better about herself, I say go for it. Still, you have to admit that mine are better than you know whose.”
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