Max (A Carter Brother series Book 4)

by Lisa Helen Gray

  Stumbling out into the hall, I make my way over to the toilet, bumping into a hard body on my way.

  “Fuck. Sorry,’’ I croak out hoarsely, looking up to find an amused Malik in front of me.

  “You look worse than Denny,’’ he chuckles.

  “Thanks,’’ I mutter dryly, causing him to chuckle more.

  “Is Max still passed out? I’ll go give him a Carter wake up call,’’ he says, grinning evilly.

  Before I can stop myself I reach out and grab his arm. “Please don’t. I can’t deal with him just yet. Please let the beast sleep,’’ I plead.

  Malik laughs, throwing his head back. “Just this once, Lake. And only because I know how hyper the little fucker can be, even with a hangover.’’

  “Tell me about it,’’ I groan. “I think my headache is more from him blabbering on this morning.’’

  “The arrest?’’ he asks.

  “Yeah. Can you believe he blamed me?’’ I ask shocked. I’m bouncing from one foot to the other now, desperate to empty my bladder. Malik looks at me with amusement and steps to the side.

  “I’ll see you later. Let me know when he’s up, I want some payback,’’ he winks before moving off to his and Harlow’s room. I don’t even wait around to question him about the payback. It could be over anything with these brothers. They fight and prank each other on a daily basis just for funsies.

  I moan as I empty my bladder. Once I’m done I wash up, cleaning my hands, face, neck and other parts of my body before brushing the God awful taste out of my mouth. My morning breath is deadly on a normal basis, but having hungover morning breath? It’s enough to wipe out the entire population of Coldenshire.

  The worst is my hair and makeup, though. My mascara and eyeliner are smudged down my face in an unattractive way and my hair looks like it’s been in a tornado and dragged through a bush backwards. It’s horrendous.

  Walking back to my room I begin to shiver. The door below slams shut and everything in the house turns silent. I rush into my room, jumping in my bed, forgetting about Max for that split second.

  “I’m up; I’m up,’’ he grumbles sitting up in the bed. The blanket falls from his chest and I enjoy staring at his ripped muscles. It’s another thing women would kill Max for. He has a tendency to eat twice his body weight but still doesn’t put on an ounce of fat.

  I’m glad I’m not one of those girls. If I get big, I get big. We only live our lives once so we shouldn’t waste it by suffering through diets. Be who you want to be is what I say.

  “Jesus, what time is it?’’ Max rasps, looking at my outfit. I look down and blush. I didn’t realise I was still wearing the skimpy outfit from last night.

  I groan, realising Max had seen me dressed like this, my hair wild and my makeup a complete disaster.

  I look over on the nightstand as I snuggle into the blanket. “It’s after one.’’

  “I feel like I’ve had no sleep,’’ he groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “Be back. I need to piss.’’

  “Classy,’’ I grunt, watching his fine ass jump out of my bed, loving how his ass looks in those boxers. I can’t help myself. I bite my lip and gasp when he turns around, showing me his impressive package tenting in his boxers.

  Coughing, I look up to find his amused eyes concentrating on me. Blushing, I narrow my eyes but he just chuckles.

  “What?’’ I snap, picking at the blanket.

  “Nothing, Babe. Nothing at all,’’ he chuckles, amusement laced in his tone. “Be back in a few. Need to wet the whistle while I’m up.’’

  I fall back on the bed with a sigh when he finally leaves, shutting the door behind him. I should probably get up and get changed but my body feels too weak to move.

  I’m thinking about what superpowers I’d pick if I had a choice when Max walks back into the room holding two glasses of fresh orange juice.

  “Please tell me one of them is for me,’’ I moan, feeling parched.

  “Sure is, Babe.’’

  “Thank you,’’ I grin, grabbing the juice from him. It’s gone within a second of the glass reaching my lips. It feels like heaven having the cold liquid pour down my sore, dry throat.

  “Thirsty?’’ he rasps out and my eyes shoot to his. They’re dilated and his eyes are transfixed on my throat. My throat bobs, swallowing the last gulp of orange juice. Neither of us looks away, not until Max takes my glass from my shaking hands, putting it on the bedside table.

  “W-what?’’ I stutter, pausing when he reaches for me. He places a hand on either side of me on the bed, his eyes molten as he appraises every inch of my body. Well, of what he can see anyway. The blanket is covering my bottom half but it doesn’t make a difference. I can feel everywhere his eyes are looking as if he were touching me instead. Wetness pours between my legs and I have to clench my thighs together. He notices. I can tell. His grin turns into a mischievous smirk, his eyes darkening, the colour almost black.

  “I think it’s time I show you exactly what we did last night, play by play. Show you how hot you were for me and how hard I was for you. I’m going to have you screaming my name and trembling with pleasure beneath me. I’m not going to let you come up for air until you beg me and only then, I may let you,’’ he rasps out, his voice hoarse. Tingles shoot between my legs, pooling in my belly like a thousand butterflies fluttering inside me.

  I may have had a mini orgasm from just his words.

  “I… I,’’ I start, shaking my head when nothing comes out. I feel like a teenager having sex for the first time. But this isn’t my first time and the promise in Max’s eyes tells me this won’t be my last either.

  “Oh, babe,’’ he whispers huskily before capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. I moan into his mouth, my arms reaching up and grabbing onto his large shoulders.

  Lord, he can kiss. Fuck, just his kiss is driving me wild. I’m scared at what the rest of him will do to me.

  His knees hit the bed, his body looming over me. When he pulls my wrists a whimper leaves my mouth leaving me breathless.

  I can’t seem to control my body. My eyes stay glued to his and another whimper escapes me when he presses my wrists to the mattress above my head.

  There’s a gleam in his eyes when he takes in my new position, his eyes lingering a little longer on my chest.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking beautiful.’’

  “Did you say this last night?’’ I ask breathless.

  “If I didn’t then I’m a fucking wanker.’’

  “That you are,’’ I grin. But lose it as soon as his lips tenderly pepper kisses across my neck. The feel of his full lips against my skin snaps the last bit of control I had.

  My hands fight loose from his hold and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands, bringing his mouth to mine.

  He kneels between my spread thighs, his body moving over the top of me. When he pulls at my top I lift my arms in the air, shivering at the cold air hitting my chest. My bra is next and I hear Max suck in a sharp breath.

  I’m surprised when he doesn’t immediately touch me. He just stares down at my chest with a pained expression. If it wasn’t for the tent in his boxers I’d think he was repulsed.

  Then he surprises me, he kisses me again with more force. He tastes like mint and Max, the taste powerful and addictive. I feel like I’m high right now, I’m so drunk on him. His bare chest presses against mine causing my nipples to throb almost painfully. Letting out a curse, I rake my nails down his back, loving the groan he makes when I do.

  Naked from the waist up, I should feel exposed but I don’t. If anything, it makes me feel sexy and bold. Bold enough to grab the waistband of Max’s boxers and begin to pull them down.

  His lifts up a little, helping me remove them from his luscious body. My eyes widen when his dick springs free, thick, long and slapping against his abdomen.

  He grins. “Like what you see?’’ he asks, grabbing a hold of his large cock, giving it a few strokes before a groan s
lips out.

  His fingers slip into the tiny shorts, slipping them down my legs along with my knickers. The cool air hits my heated sex and I have to bite my lip to stop the loud moan from escaping.

  “Touch me,’’ I blurt out, the desire ruling all my senses.

  “Fuck! I wanted this to last, but if you keep talking to me like that I’ll blow my load before I’ve even got my dick in your tight pussy.’’

  “Max,’’ I moan.

  He reaches between us, his fingers slipping through my wet sex. He leans down capturing my lips in a kiss while he continues to tease me between my legs.

  “God, you feel so fucking good. So fucking wet.’’

  “Please,’’ I beg, my hips arching to meet his. His dick brushes against my clit and I let out a whimper, the sensation overwhelming. My eyes meet his and my breath hitches. His eyes are darker now, the colour black, and I feel powerful that it’s me doing this to him.

  I reach down, needing him to stop teasing me, grabbing his dick in the palm of my hands causing him to hiss in a breath.

  “That feels so fucking good,’’ he grunts, his hips moving back and forth. “I’ve got to have you.’’

  Finally!

  My mind is screaming at him to hurry up and when he bends over the bed I’m confused for a moment, but then he produces a foiled wrapper and I smile.

  “Where did you get that from?’’ I tease, wondering where the hell he could have gotten that. He has obviously lost his wallet and his other belongings, yet he’s managed to get a condom.

  “You don’t want to know,’’ he grunts, rolling the condom down his engorged length.

  “I do,’’ I grin, his fingers continuing to torture me.

  “Let’s just say my granddad is a dirty old man. I didn’t even know they used condoms at their age,’’ he grunts before shaking his head. “Stop making me think about it.’’

  “Okay,’’ I giggle, before reaching for him, needing to have his lips on mine. He gives me what I want, his lips pressing hard against mine, before he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I moan, grabbing onto him with such strength I’m worried for a second that I hurt him. Thankfully, the noises coming from him are only those caused from pleasure.

  The tip of his dick presses against my opening causing my body to shiver as he slams into me with one hard thrust. My eyes roll to the back of my head and a silent scream leaves my mouth. I feel full, my sex stretched causing a slight burn. It’s a good kind of burn, though.

  He stills, sweat beading across his forehead, his jaw tight as he concentrates on not blowing his load.

  “Fucking hell, you’re as tight as I remembered.’’

  Not knowing how to answer that, and not really wanting to talk right now, I move my hips. His hands at my waist tighten but it doesn’t stop me. The ache between my legs is building and I make a frustrated sound in the back of my throat.

  “I’m hanging on by a thread, babe. I don’t want to hurt you.’’

  “Fuck me,’’ I curse at him.

  His eyes watch me for a few more seconds before he gets up on his knees, lifting my legs with him, pressing them against my chest. The new position causes him to go deeper and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. I’m so lost, so lost in him that I should be bothered I’m having sex in someone else’s home.

  His hands hold my legs in position, his eyes dilated as he stares down at me. I wiggle my hips, needing him to move. It must snap something inside him because the next thing I know he’s pulling out and then slamming himself back inside me, causing a tight tingle to start in my lower stomach.

  “Oh my God,’’ I scream out.

  “What is it with you and that guy?’’ he curses, slamming himself back inside like he’s trying to punish me. God, with each thrust he’s lighting something up inside, something I’ve never felt before. It’s building and building; I don’t know how long I’ll have until it explodes. He feels so good.

  I ignore his words and just admire his beautiful body. Sweat is glistening on his tight chest and his muscles flex with each thrust. He’s so sinfully sexy, it’s unfair.

  I match his movements, meeting him thrust to thrust, both of us breathing heavily. One of his hands reaches between us, moving up my taut stomach before reaching my breasts. With one pinch of my erect nipple, I’m seeing stars. I scream out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my whole body tightening as my body arches off the bed almost painfully.

  “Fuck! Fuck!’’ Max roars above me, slamming his hips one more time before his cock pulses inside me. I’m still sensitive, my body still pulsing with pleasure and feeling him come inside me has my core convulsing again.

  “That was…’’ I start but don’t finish. I’m out of breath and feeling exhausted. I don’t even complain when Max drops his body weight on top of me with him still semi-hard inside me.

  “Mind-blowing?’’ he finishes but I don’t answer. I’m not sure there’s a word in the dictionary that could describe how that felt.

  His body weight begins to feel too much, the pressure weighing on me. Before I have a chance to ask him to let up, he’s screeching in pain.

  “Stupid fucking rat. He’s attacked my balls,’’ he yells, rolling off me. I wince from the loss, but more because of the sudden movements.

  “What are you talking about?’’ I ask, holding back laughter when I see the pain in his face.

  I look down in time to see Thor jump across the bed onto Max’s foot. He squeals in pain falling from the bed. I roll over and watch in horror as he bangs his head on the bedside table before falling into a naked lump on the floor.

  Thor walks to the edge of the bed looking down at Max. “Meow”

  “Fucking rat,’’ Max hisses getting up. He grabs his boxers still keeping an eye on Thor.

  “Come ‘ere, Thor,’’ I coo, picking the ball of fluff into my arms. He begins to purr, rubbing his cute little face against my chest.

  “We got problems,’’ Max starts, still eyeing Thor warily.

  “Max. You’re exaggerating. He’s just playing,’’ I tell him.

  “Splinter has it out for me. Did you see what he did to me the other day at dinner? He nearly pissed on my leg,’’ he hisses.

  “No, he didn’t,’’ I chuckle. “He was just rubbing himself against you.’’

  “No, Lake, he wasn’t. He has it out for me. I swear he’s the reason my trainers were wet inside too.’’

  “It was wet outside.’’

  “Stop sticking up for Splinter. Just admit he has it out for me. He doesn’t attack anyone else or stare at them until they look away in fear,’’ he shudders and I giggle.

  The other week Max had stayed to watch a movie with me, Harlow and Joan. Thor had been on the floor but once Max came and sat down next to me he jumped up onto the arm of the sofa and stared Max down. In the end Max had walked out, muttering about having to do something. Thor had instantly jumped in his place, curling into a ball and falling straight to sleep.

  “Stop being so stupid.’’

  Thor jumps down from the bed and Max screams jumping backwards. Thor only stops for a second, looking at Max in annoyance before heading for the door.

  “Can you let him out?’’

  “I’m not going anywhere near Splinter,’’ he shudders, moving slowly back to the bed. I shake my head and grab my pyjama top that I keep under my pillow. When I’m dressed I jump out of bed, nearly tripping over when Max pushes past me to get to the safety of the bed.

  “God, you are such a baby,’’ I grumble, opening the door to Thor who rushes out as soon as it’s open.

  “Thank fuck he’s gone.’’

  “Seriously, Max, lay off my cat or we’re going to have serious problems.’’

  “Yeah, we are,’’ he grunts, moving the blankets.

  “Shit, Lake. Were you a virgin?’’ he asks and my face flushes beet red. I walk over to the bed to see what he’s looking down at and find spots of blood on the sheets. “
Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me? I was rough with you. Shit,’’ he hisses, pushing his fingers through his hair. “I’m not cut out for this shit. It was my first time. I’ve never taken someone’s virginity before. How could you not tell me?’’

  I stare at him for a few seconds before snorting. I’ve most likely bled because he’s bigger than my ex-boyfriend. Someone I don’t even want to think about let alone talk about. It’s not because I had a bad experience, I didn’t. The sex hadn’t been pleasurable but he never took advantage of me. He’d been my life for so long, but it was all a lie. He wasn’t who I thought he was. No one knew the real him. Not until it was too late. He’s the bane of my existence. Just thinking about him is bringing back too many bad memories.

  “Say something,’’ Max groans, looking red. “Were you a virgin?’’ he asks again, pointing down to the little red stain. It’s no bigger than a dot, but I could use it to my advantage. He should have asked me this last night. He should have respected me to at least ask me first. Last night still feels like a dream to me.

  “I was, but you changed that last night,’’ I grin, lying through my teeth. Jumping over him, I move the pillows against the headboard and lean back on them, getting comfy. When Max doesn’t speak I turn to face him, wondering what’s going through his mind.

  His face is a picture. He’s staring down, looking into space, a million emotions running across his face. It makes me want to giggle.

  “I can’t believe I was drunk for my first time,’’ he whispers, sounding genuinely upset.

  “Your first time?’’ I ask, trying to cover up my amusement.

  “Yes. I’ve never taken a virgin before. I should have took my time, sweeten the moment, it should have been romantic and not in some bloody office. I can’t believe you’d do this to me.’’

  “Um. It was my virginity, Max,’’ I tell him, smothering a giggle.

  “Not everything is about you,’’ he snaps and I burst out laughing. He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads which only causes me to laugh harder. This is so fucking funny. He’s actually more upset that I didn’t make my first time special for him.