Simply The Best

by Denyse M. Bridger

  Max smiled, but it wasn't an expression that mocked her in any way. It was more self-deprecating, and amused.

  "You may find this hard to believe, given the way you were looking at me before we met, but I'm not like this with every woman, Kaylee. I've never told another woman the things I've told you. Not about me, and not about sex. I don't usually spend my days with my dick in an uproar over any woman."

  She giggled, she couldn't help it. And his grin was accompanied by a shake of his head.

  "I spent most of today at my desk,” he continued, laughing with her now. “Every time I stood up I was embarrassed. I'd hear your voice in my ear, telling me to put my cock in your pussy and fuck you, and I'd get such a hard on I wasn't decent. That's why Marg's running the bar today. She should be visiting her sister in L.A."

  "This is unbelievable."

  "Is it?” He countered, his eyes locked with hers. “Why?"

  She smiled at his seriousness.

  "Maybe it isn't,” she relented. “Maybe it's just me who can't believe it. I would never have believed the gorgeous hunk I was writing fantasies about would look at me and see something that made him want me that badly, too."

  He shook his head, and his amazement was genuine. “Have you changed radically over the past few years, Kaylee?"

  "No."

  "Then what kind of asshole were you married to?"

  His disdain was in no way feigned and she stared in surprise.

  "What?"

  "This idiot you took for a husband, was he blind, or just stupid?"

  "Max!"

  Max's eyes slid over her, missing nothing, and when he locked his gaze on hers again, there was no mistaking the blatant hunger that lit his dark eyes.

  "Kaylee, you're one of the sexiest women I've ever known,” he told her with total honesty. “Everything about you is what most men fantasize about from the time they're old enough to know that their dicks are for more than pissing. Kill me for it if you want to, but the first time I really looked at you what hit me was tits, ass, legs, and baby, I want your pussy. Pretty basic stuff."

  "Jamie didn't make me feel sexy,” she admitted. “He sure as hell didn't want me the way you do, Max."

  "Then Jamie was a stupid little prick who didn't know how lucky he was, honey."

  "How lucky was he, Max?"

  He heard the catch in her voice and grinned when she twisted in her seat, then still holding his gaze, pulled her t-shirt front down, letting her breasts spill out of the silvery material. Her nipples were hard and puckered, the tips engorged and distended. She tugged on the rigid points, rolling them between her fingers. “Max?"

  "What do you want me to do, baby?” His voice was a rasp of sound, and he closed his hands on her breasts, squeezing firmly. “I love your tits, Kaylee,” he added.

  "I want you to watch me, Max,” she told him in a shaky whisper. She squirmed in her seat and reached under her skirt, wriggling until her bikini panties were at her ankles, then off. She handed them to Max, and giggled nervously when he licked at the damp crotch.

  "Nice. I want the rest of it, baby,” he said with a leering grin.

  Kaylee pretended to ignore him and she leaned back in her seat, hauled up her skirt and spread her legs as wide as she could in the confined space of the car. When the sound of her fingers diving into her wet pussy rippled the air, Max's soft groan made her shiver violently.

  "Faster, baby,” he murmured next to her ear as he traced circles around her nipples. “As if my cock is driving into you.” She was so wet that every stroke of her fingers was clearly heard in the car. “That's it, baby,” he encouraged. He reached down, his fingers brushing her damp curls then slipping between her dripping folds until he found the pulsating nub of her clit. He started flicking rapidly with his fingertip, and kissed her shoulder when her body began to tighten with tension. “Come for me, Kaylee,” he said, his finger moving faster. Her hips rose, pushing forward, and his name was mutating into a moan that threatened to become a scream. He pushed her hand aside and drove his own fingers into her pussy, his rhythm rapid and hard. “All the way, baby,” he demanded as he fucked her with his hand. She did scream when her climax hit, and Max continued to move his fingers in and out of her, stroking her quivering inner walls with every motion. When her body started to relax, he eased free and sat back.

  "Has anybody ever seen you do that before?"

  She shook her head, still gasping for air. She laughed, unable to hold it back. “If Jamie saw me now he'd fall over,” she explained, shaking her head. She looked over at him, “Are we still going to Lorenzo's, Max?"

  He grinned. “Yeah, we're going to have a quick dinner, then you're coming home with me."

  "I still have to pack my stuff and get out of Roger's beach house."

  "I'll get Tommy and Kevin to pack your stuff if you need to be out tonight,” he informed her, his tone leaving no room for discussion. When she opened her mouth to object, he shook his head. “It's that, or I'm going home with you and Roger Gilmore can find us going at it in his bed. Because one way or another, honey, I'm getting laid within the next couple of hours."

  "That's what I love most about you, Max,” she quipped around her laughter. “You have such incredible restraint."

  "Restraint, my ass,” he muttered. “I just about shot off in my pants."

  "Max, can I have my underwear back?"

  "No,” he replied. “Now let's get to this restaurant so I can take you home and fuck you properly."

  * * * *

  "I think we need to talk about what happens next, Max."

  Max smiled at her from across the table. “I thought I was pretty clear on that point,” he noted, lifting his glass and drinking. The dishes from their dinner had just been cleared, and he was enjoying Brandy, while Kaylee drank coffee.

  "Let me rephrase that,” Kaylee said, shifting a little in her seat. They were in a secluded alcove, surrounded by plants, with a floor to ceiling glass wall on one side, facing the ocean. Their table was horseshoe shaped, solid oak, with a high backed bench of the same shape. If they slid together to look out over the waves, they'd be in the deepest part of the opened-ended circle. She'd already warned Max to stay on his side, several times. “I work in San Francisco, most of the time. You live near San Diego. That's not a quick run across town, it's half of a rather large state. I like my job, Max. I don't know if I want to leave it."

  He put his glass on the table and considered her words. “I can open a bar anywhere, Kaylee. Do you want me to move to San Francisco?"

  "Does this feel like home to you, Max?"

  "Yeah, it does. But not if it means giving up any chance of being with you on a steady basis."

  "I want this, Max,” she assured him. “I really want this. But if something happens, I need to know I can still have a life that doesn't have you in it. I know that's not fair, but I've lost everything once before, and it's not easy to pick up the pieces."

  "I'm not your idiot husband, Kaylee,” he snapped.

  "I didn't say you were, Max!” She reined in her annoyance. “But, losing you would be a lot harder than losing Jamie was, and I didn't deal well with that, not for a long time."

  He nodded, but his anger was still churning within the air around them.

  "I can't promise you this will be perfect, Kaylee. I can't promise you I won't screw up. But I can promise you that I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I'm not going to pretend I haven't messed up relationships in the past. I have.” He took her hand and held it tightly as he looked her in the eye. “I have never wanted anyone the way I want you, Kaylee Masterson. And I have never made promises I didn't keep. I'm yours, baby. For as long as you want me."

  "What about your ... other job?"

  Max leaned back in his seat and the anger in his eyes flared with new fury.

  "What about it?"

  "It's dangerous."

  "It's deadly,” he agreed. “But it's also in the past."

  "You'd giv
e that up? For me?"

  "You're the biggest part of the decision, Kaylee,” he admitted. “But you weren't the only reason. I won't lie to you to flatter you. The last mission was disastrous. It almost got me killed. Coming back to you, and trying to build some kind of life outside of the shadows and games of the intelligence field is what made the decision for me."

  "I'm going to move my office to San Diego,” she decided. “We have a branch there. I can fly up to San Francisco when it's necessary, but with computers and all the other tech shit we have in the office, my presence isn't all that important."

  He shook his head. “I don't want you to give up anything for me, honey."

  She stared at him. “Why? Because only you can be selfless, Max? If we want to make this work, it's going to take compromise on both sides."

  "I want you to move in with me,” Max stated quietly.

  "Why don't I rent..."

  "How many nights do you think you'd be spending alone, baby?” He interrupted with a grin.

  "I'm assuming you might like some space of your own, Max."

  "What I'd like is to get out of here,” he replied, a delicious, wicked leer coming into his eyes and his voice.

  Kaylee's nerve-endings leapt inside her, and her stomach twitched.

  "Why is it every conversation we have goes back to sex?"

  "Is that what we're back to, Kaylee?” He laughed and his eyes deliberately moved to her cleavage. “Yeah,” he continued when her nipples hardened as he watched, “we're back to sex. Your tits are in total agreement,” he murmured, “and I'd bet your pussy is already getting wet."

  She sighed, but there was no sense in denying it. He was right.

  "You're impossible,” she whispered.

  He laughed and waved to their waitress. She arrived in seconds and her smile was almost adoring when she handed Max the check and strolled away, hips swaying.

  "Did she give you her number?” Kaylee asked, the edge in her voice only partly sardonic humor. At the bar, it was unusual for a night to pass without Max acquiring phone numbers from hopeful women who thought he was hot and sexy.

  He glanced at the slip and nodded.

  "Come on, Kaylee. We're leaving."

  He stood, and she was struck all over again by what a stunning man he was. As they walked through the restaurant, Max held her hand and she was acutely aware of the female heads that turned to gaze at him as they passed. Max, on the other hand, seemed only to see her, and his smile each time their eyes met made her knees feel weak.

  "Let's go for a walk,” he suggested when they'd left the restaurant. The beach was part of the property, and boardwalks ran behind the building and down to the crashing surf.

  Kaylee nodded and strolled with him, the silence comfortable and the air tangy with the scent of the ocean. There was full moon overhead, and the quiet was a blanket of tranquility that surrounded them and blocked out the rest of the world.

  "This is nice, Max.” They were standing on the sandy beach, looking out over the moonlit waves that crashed onto the shore. Max was at her back, his arms wrapped around her.

  "It's been a long time since I felt this much peace inside me, Kaylee."

  There was a serenity in his tone that echoed the truth of his words and she smiled.

  "Let's go home, sweetheart,” she requested.

  "Which home are we going to, though?"

  "Back to the beach house, I think,” she grinned. “It's closer, and I'm anxious to get you naked."

  She felt his laughter as much as heard it when it rumbled deep in his chest.

  "And you were criticizing me for having sex on the brain,” he teased.

  "Well, what were you thinking about?” She challenged with a grin, turning to stare up at him.

  "Honestly?"

  She nodded.

  "Well,” he took her hands and started backing her into a dark cove nestled between two rock ledges, “I was thinking about a couple of things, actually. The fact that your underwear is in my pocket, and I've been wanting to get my cock into your pussy ever since you showed up at the bar. So,” he had her backed up against the rock wall now, and she was laughing softly. “I think I've waited long enough, don't you?"

  Kaylee untied the braided cord at the waist of her skirt, then slid it to the sand at her feet. She stepped out of the puddle of dark material, then pulled her t-shirt over her head and stood before Max. Moonlight kissed her pale skin with silver, turning her to alabaster in the glowing radiance. Her nipples were so tight they almost hurt, and she could feel the wetness between her thighs.

  Max grinned and took a long, appreciative look at her standing before him. She stepped closer and her fingers tugged open the snap on his jeans, and eased the zipper down. The backs of her fingers played over the rigid length of his cock, still straining the front of his briefs.

  "Max?"

  "Mmmm?"

  "Take off your pants, baby."

  "Any particular reason?” He was shedding his clothes as he asked, his eyes glittering with passion in the bright moonlight.

  "Yeah,” she whispered, dropping to her knees in front of him, “I want to suck your cock before you fuck me."

  His groan of pleasure turned into a gasp of reaction when she closed her mouth over his hard length and began to lick the sensitive, swollen head of his penis. Her hands cupped his ass and he had to grab the rock wall for support when she opened her mouth wider and took him deeper into her throat. He looked down, and his legs shook when he saw she'd taken almost his full length. When the pressure of her mouth intensified, she started moving her head, taking him in then pulling back as she sucked harder. His orgasm, so close all evening, began to tighten his balls and he touched the back of her head.

  "Jesus, Kaylee! If you want me inside you, then you'd better stop, baby."

  She eased away and held his cock in her hands, licking the weeping head lightly. She looked up at him. “What do you want, Max? Do you want to come in my throat, or in my pussy?"

  He pushed her head back to his groin and shuddered when she started sucking his throbbing cock with determined purpose. She reached between his legs and palmed his balls, massaging gently, tugging with exquisitely care as she rubbed and fingered him. Her tongue was flicking rapidly at the head of his dick, then she leaned close and took him deep into her throat, sucking furiously. His fingers tangled in the soft waves of her hair and he pushed his hips forward as the first spurt of his orgasm began to crest. He could feel her swallowing as he poured himself into her throat, and she kept sucking on him until the last tiny quiver of the intense climax slowly eased. The she sat back on the sand and smiled up at him.

  "I love the way you taste, Max,” she informed him.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, still shaking and dragging air into his lungs. She smiled and his gaze locked on her when she put her hand to her mouth, wet her fingertips and started tracing circles around her thrusting nipples. She tugged the hard points and squeezed her breasts, then let them go. She leaned back on the sand, spread her legs wide, and slid one of her middle fingers into her dripping pussy. She started slow, stroking her glistening slit with long, lazy glides, stopping to rub her clit, then snake back to bury her fingers into her slick channel. Her back arched, and her hand started to move quicker as her breaths turned to gasps. Her hips slid forward and she was flicking at her clit, rubbing faster with each second. Max's name was a muffled moan when her entire body tensed and her climax hit.

  "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you do that?"

  Kaylee fell back in the sand and stared up at the sparkling stars that dotted the night sky. For a few seconds she wondered if some of the bright dots of glitter were in her eyes.

  "I don't think I can move, Max."

  His laughter rippled the air and she sighed.

  "C'mon, baby,” he said, his hand coming to rest on her stomach as he bent to kiss her. “Let's go home where we can continue this in more comfort."

  "Conti
nue this?” She was pulling on her skirt and shirt, watching him dress again. “Max, I don't know if I have the energy to keep doing this."

  He zipped his jeans and drew her into his arms, kissing her long and hard. “I think I'll be able to inspire you,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with wicked humor. Kaylee grinned and they headed back to the parking lot.

  Chapter 5

  "What do we have here?” Kevin wondered, coming into the command center with a large manila envelope in his hands. One floor below the Silver Dollar Saloon bar area was a high tech series of rooms that housed a common rec area, computers, weapons, and even a couple of holding cells. There was a communications room, as well, usually manned by Marg Peters when Max and the team were on a mission. She was linked directly to a tiny corner of the Pentagon during the assignments, keeping Carter Baldwin informed of all that was happening as it occurred.

  Tommy muted the TV, rose from his sprawl on the leather sofa, and came to the table where Kevin dumped the contents of the blank envelope. He whistled and glanced at his friend.

  "Nice,” he commented, “but who is she and where'd these come from?"

  "I picked it up inside the door,” Kevin explained, looking closer at the woman in the photos. She was familiar...

  "This is Kaylee Masterson, isn't it?” He concluded after a moment. Tommy took a second look.

  "Damned if it ain't,” he laughed. “Think she's tryin’ to get our attention?"

  "She's got it,” Kevin grinned. “That and anything else she wants.” The grain of the pictures nagged at him, triggered tiny alarms in the back of his mind. They'd been taken from a distance, and the subject had no awareness of being watched. “Maybe they're for Max,” he suggested with a laugh.

  Tommy flipped a few more pictures aside, and the eroticism increased with each image. Her naked abandon was both beautiful and disconcerting; the photos were too intimate to be pornographic, despite their explicit sexuality. She wasn't alone, either.

  "Lord Almighty!” Tommy's exclamation was tainted with shock and dismay.