“I think I’ll be okay, but thanks,” I said, bending over and eyeing up my shot. I gave my hip a little swing, stretched one leg out, and bent the other, all for good measure.
“I think you better just hurry and break.”
“Hmm,” I moaned just a bit. God, I love that I am getting under his skin. “Does it look like I’m doing it wrong?”
“Not at all,” he said.
When I looked behind me, Max was adjusting his shorts.
“But if you don’t hurry, we won’t be able to get a full game in before dinner.”
“I see.” I lined up the while cue ball and hit it at an angle. I ended up getting two striped balls in the pockets.
“You’ve have played before, I take it.” Max stood a little straighter with his arms crossed over his chest.
Walking over to make my next shot, I slid my finger along the side of the pool table. “I call stripes.” I bent over once more to make sure he had a good view of my assets. “Oops.” I pretended to pout. “I missed.” I sauntered over and handed Max the pool stick. “Your turn,” I stated with a raised eyebrow.
His eyes slowly moved down over my body. “Yes…it…is.”
I love this boy’s cocky grin. On my way over to the back of the couch, I undid one of the top buttons of my blouse. Just as Max was getting ready to shoot, he looked up to say something, but I beat him to the punch. I stretched my legs and crossed my ankles leaning against the back of the couch, as I pushed out my chest, causing the material to tug tightly across my chest. Max missed his shot.
“You missed your shot,” I said while stretching.
“Sore?” Max swallowed.
“I’m just a little tight. It’s been a long week of sitting in my office chair, and those planes don’t necessarily have the most comfy seats in the world.” I did one more little stretch more.
“Kirsten…”
I straightened up when I heard Reid’s voice.
He walked into the room. “I’m so glad you could make it on such short notice.”
“Really, Reid,” I said, shaking his hand, “it’s my pleasure. Did you get a chance to look over the terms I set up?”
“I did, and I’m pleased with them.” I smiled to myself.
“Let’s have dinner first. I’m sure you’re starving. I know I am. Then, we’ll talk business,” Reid said.
“That sounds delightful.”
Reid extended his hand, gesturing for me to be the first one out. I excused myself to freshen up a little before dinner.
As I was headed for the powder room, I heard Reid say to Max, “Son, thank you for picking up Kirsten for me.”
“Not a problem,” Max replied.
I turned slightly to look at Max.
“No problem at all, Dad.” He gave a huge grin.
Reid slapped his son’s shoulder. “Any big plans for the evening?”
“I think I’m just going to hang out with the guys tonight. Most of us are heading back to school in a few days.”
“I wasn’t sure what you preferred, so I just made roasted potatoes and a salad with garlic bread.”
“Mrs. Wildburg, it’s wonderful. I’m just a simple homegrown girl at the end of the day.”
Max pulled out my chair as Reid did the same for his wife.
“Besides, I’m not really into all that fancy mumbo jumbo anyway. I’d much rather have a good cheeseburger any day.”
When Max pulled away, he slid his hand up my torso. Of course, it was the side facing away from his parents. My breath caught in my throat. This kid likes to play on the dangerous side. I hope he likes playing with fire. I twisted my head toward him and gave him an oh-really look. Max let out a slight chuckle as he went to his seat.
“Are your parents in the business?” Mrs. Wildburg asked.
“No, my father is in construction, and my mother is a bank teller.”
“Nothing like stepping outside the box,” Reid replied.
“I just had a passion for it, I guess. When I was old enough to help my dad make bids on new projects, I quickly fell in love with it. You could say it comes naturally to me.”
“What is it like to work in a man’s world?” asked Max.
His question caught me off-guard. At first, I really didn’t know what to say. I looked at him, straight in the eye. “I love it. I love the demand of it. I love the feeling of winning. I like to push the envelope when needed. I don’t have a problem walking away from someone after I get what I want. I’m not ashamed to work my assets.”
“Son, this woman has the best damn poker face that I’ve ever seen in the business. If you were a smart man, you’d never bet or work against her.”
I ran the tip of my fuck-me-all-over-the-place shoe up the inside of Max’s leg. I saw his back stiffen as he looked me in the eye, and I smiled sweetly.
“Reid, the secret to negotiating is to walk away and always leave them wanting more. In the office, we call it the five-million-dollar coffee break.”
“Sweetheart, I see why she is your secret weapon,” Mrs. Wildburg said.
“Yes, my dear, she is a meat eater.”
Reid and I laughed. Reid was the only one who had ever seen me take that deep breath that said, “I can’t believe they took that deal. Holy shit.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Reid.”
“Please do.” Reid smiled at me. “One day, Kirsten, you’ll work right alongside me…one day.”
“Tell us a little more about yourself.” Mrs. Wildburg smiled.
“There really isn’t much to tell. I grew up in a Catholic neighborhood. I have one older sister, Marie. She and her husband have a son and a daughter. I have a twin, Derek, who plays hockey for the NHL.”
“Your brother is Derek Backhard?” Max asked.
And there it is—the boy who is starstruck.
“Yes, Max, but he’s really just a pain in my…well, he’s just my big brother.” I don’t know why people idolize him. He’s human, just like everyone else. “Then, there is my best friend, Liz. She recently got engaged to her college sweetheart, Brad.”
“Are there any plans for you to get engaged, Kirsten?” Mrs. Wildburg asked.
“Sweetheart, that’s really none of our business,” replied Reid.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Mrs. Wildburg, it’s fine, really. The answer is no. No plans whatsoever. I’m pretty busy with my work, and I travel quite a bit. It wouldn’t be fair to have someone back home.”
“Reid tells me you are Canadian?”
“I am. I have a work visa, so I can be stationed in both Toronto and Chicago.”
I noticed when Mrs. Wildburg gave Reid a funny look. I looked over to Max and began running my shoe up his leg again, but this time, he moved forward in his chair. I did what anyone would do in that position. I started stroking him.
“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Wildburg. It was absolutely delicious.” I placed my napkin on my plate.
“My dear, you are very welcome. I miss cooking for my whole family. It’s just not the same with Maximilian being gone and all,” Mrs. Wildburg said.
“And that’s my cue.” Max stood up from the table. “Kirsten, may I take your things to the pool house before I leave for the night?”
I think I shall play a little game with Mr. Cocky. “About that, I’m not sure how comfortable I feel about staying in your pool house,” I said, looking at Reid. “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
“Don’t be silly,” answered Mrs. Wildburg. “You have done some amazing negotiations for my husband’s company. I feel it is only right for me to offer you my personal gratitude.”
“I guess it would be rude to turn down your offer.” I smiled at her while I got up from the table. “Reid, would you mind if I changed into something more comfortable before our meeting later this evening?” I asked.
“That is perfectly fine with me. I was going to change myself.” Reid stood up and gathered everyone’s plates. “I
’m going to help my wife with putting dinner away, and then I’ll head upstairs. Let’s say we meet in the study in an hour and a half. Will that give you enough time?”
I looked over to Max. “I believe so.” I smiled at Mrs. Wildburg. “Thank you again.”
I barely made it through the pool house door when Max had me up in the air, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“No panties?” he asked.
“I took them off when I excused myself before dinner,” I said proudly.
“I couldn’t wait to have those hot shoes wrapped around me,” growled Max.
One of Max’s hands was on my ass, holding me up, while the other one was letting my hair down. “Your hair is so soft. Is all your hair this soft?” Before I could answer, he slid one of his fingers between my legs. “Ah! No hair.”
He tossed me onto the bed before ripping off his shirt. He pounced on top of me and put his lips against mine, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth. I greedily slid my tongue into his mouth as I struggled for the top of his khaki shorts.
“Slow down. I want to taste you,” Max breathed.
I rolled him over and straddled him. I lifted my skirt, so he could see my goods. “Not going to happen.”
Max kept looking at my lady bits, and he swallowed hard.
“My way or no way,” I declared.
“Your way sounds good to me.” He licked his lips. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, I am going to take off your clothes. Then, I am going to feel every inch of your body. If you can lie still and not touch me…I’ll remove my clothing.”
“But you’ll keep on the shoes, right?” Max pleaded.
“Once my clothes are gone, I’m going to press my breasts on your chest while I kiss you. I may even let you suck on a nipple. As I leave you wanting more, I’m going to trickle kisses down your body before I suck your cock.”
“Holy fuck! That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Max groaned.
He started undoing his shorts, but I quickly slapped away his hands. Leaning down, I tugged on his zipper with my teeth. Junior was definitely entertained by this idea. I slowly pushed down his shorts, releasing him. I gave his dick a quick lick and a slight suck. Max moaned and grabbed the bedsheets.
I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse. Then, I unzipped the side of my skirt and let it slowly fall off my body onto the floor. Returning to the bed, I casually slid myself up Max’s body while I kissed and nipped him. Max tugged the back of my neck, leading me toward his lips, but at the last minute, he ducked his head lower, popped a nipple out of my bra, and started sucking it. After we teased each other, I sat up, so I could straddle him. Slightly bending down toward him, I pushed his arms up above his head.
“I said no touching.”
I let the very tip of Junior touch the warmth of my body before I stood up completely.
Max sucked in a deep breath. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving me like this?” he whined, eyeing his well-endowed area.
I shook my head. “Hasn’t your mother ever told you to wrap it, or she’ll get your paychecks?” I asked jokingly.
“Right. There’s one in the back pocket of my shorts. I got it when you excused yourself before dinner,” Max said with a cheeky grin and a wink.
When I bent over to retrieve his shorts off the floor, Max got off the bed and kneeled behind me. He ran his hands up my legs and over my ass as he pushed me over slightly more. My hands were now fully placed on the floor. His tongue darted right for my pussy, swirling around and hitting every pleasurable spot in there. I let out a few moans before he eased up and bit my clit. A little yelp escaped my lips, but it wasn’t from pain. It was from sheer delight.
“You like that?” Max asked before he did it again.
I nodded my head yes and passed him the condom.
I was just about to come when he pulled me up to my feet and turned me around. He picked me up and placed me on his rock-hard cock. My back was up against the wall with his mouth all over my neck while my body was adjusting to his depth.
I could barely get out the words, “Fuck me already.”
Before I could suck in my next breath, he slammed into me while grunting. He did it again, but this time, I let out a giggle.
“Why are you giggling?”
“Because you’re grunting,” I said while he slammed into me again. “Again! Do it again!” I shouted as my insides started to quiver.
“You like it hard, huh?” Max murmured in my ear.
“Fuck, you have no idea.” I breathed in. “Get on the bed and let me show you.”
Max followed my instruction, and I positioned myself on top of him as I grabbed onto the headboard.
I started riding Max harder and harder.
“I’m gonna come!” he shouted.
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. “I haven’t even started yet,” I teased.
“Yeah, babe, ya have.”
Since I was the type of person who liked a challenge, I devoured his cock a few more times. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no! I want you to ride me as hard as you can. I’m just saying I’m not going to last long. I’ve never had sex like this before.” Max shook his head. “Fuck!”
I slowed my pace down a bit, so Max could gather his bearings.
When his breathing was a bit normal, he sat up and began sucking and playing with my nipples. “These babies are magnificent. I could suck on them all day.”
“Max…your mouth…Max,” I cried.
“Don’t stop, Kirsten. Ride it out.”
“I can’t. I need to go faster. I need your cock slamming the shit out of me,” I pleaded.
“Then, ride me. Fuck me as hard as you want.” Max placed his hands on my hips gripping them, giving me the extra friction that I desperately needed.
“Oh god! Yes, like that!” I screamed.
“I’m coming,” Max chanted. “I’m coming!”
I breathed into his neck, “That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say? That feeling that starts down in my sack and travels up my cock is pretty great. You’re lucky I could even get that much out.” Max laughed.
I placed my hands on his chest. “You have no idea how much I needed that release,” I panted. I went to push off the headboard to get up. “Um, Max?”
He opened one eye while he was still catching his breath. “Hmm?”
“I think I broke the headboard.”
He started laughing.
I sat down on his abs, waiting for him to finish. I’m not seeing the humor in this at all.
“It was well worth it, Kirsten…well worth it.” He pushed my hair behind my shoulder.
I went to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Max asked.
“I’m going to shower, and you are leaving,” I replied, walking toward the bathroom.
“Are you kicking me out?” Max chuckled as he sat up.
“Think of it as you will. I’m going to shower and get ready for my meeting with your dad,” I answered from the bathroom, turning on the water.
“I never thought I’d be the one being kicked out.” Max snickered as he walked into the bathroom to wash up.
“Max?”
He looked directly at me while getting dressed.
“He must never find out.”
“To the grave, babe,” Max responded before he left the pool house.
I was walking up to Liz and Brad’s house, carrying two pizzas on top of a case of cold Coors Light I planned on surprising Liz. I had been so frickin’ busy at work that I had hardly had time to stop and have a phone conversation with her. I knew that Liz was feeling it, and I was hoping this would make up for it. I rang the doorbell, waiting for her ass to hurry. All this shit was getting heavy.
“Ah!” yelled Liz. “I can’t fucking believe it. You’re here!”
“Shut the fuck up and grab this shit out of my arms. It’s heavy.”
�
��Let me get that for you,” Brad said, stepping around Liz, “so you girls can have your moment.”
Liz gathered me into her arms and hugged me as tight as she could.
“You sure you don’t want in on this?” I asked, looking at Brad.
“If I were still in college—”
“Shut up! You know you want a Back-Ward sandwich,” I teased.
After Liz engulfed me in a hug, she pushed me an arm’s length away to get a good look at me. “It’s been so long. I was beginning to think that you were a part of my imagination.”
“Now, how much fun would that be?” I asked.
“Not much.” Liz pouted.
“Stop pouting and get me a beer,” I replied while I took her hand and walked into the house.
“Kirsten, thanks for the pizza and beer,” Brad said as he put on his jacket.
“Where are you off to?” I asked.
“Heading over to Mic’s. Beers with the boys.” Brad deep-throated Liz for a good-bye kiss.
“Stop it. I don’t want to see you tongue-fucking each other. Gross!”
Liz gave me a wicked smirk. “Don’t be jealous. It’s not a nice color on you.”
“Later, girls!” Brad shouted from the entranceway.
At the same time, we called back after him, “We love you, Brad!”
He shook his head as he walked out the door. Liz and I headed over to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
“So, what do you have planned for the wedding so far?” I asked, lounging out.
“Our colors will be orange and teal.”
“Cool. You’re using our sorority colors. It’s fitting, considering you’re the first one to actually have a planned wedding.”
“We decided on October eleventh.”
“This year? What’s the hurry? Are you pregnant?”
Liz looked at me funny.
“No fucking way!” I looked over to the table and noticed where Liz was sitting. Yeah, she hasn’t been drinking with me.
“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I wanted to do it in person.”
“When is the baby due?”
“March fourth.”
“Does anyone else know? I mean, is this public knowledge yet?”
The Game-Kirsten Backhard Page 6
