The Trouble with #9

by Piper Rayne

  I take his hand and he pulls me up, kissing me once more like he can’t stop himself. No complaints here. He scoops me up, so I straddle him, his hands going to my ass.

  “The candy,” I say right before we walk away.

  He laughs. “Seriously?”

  “You’ll be thanking me once we’re naked and spent in bed in an hour.”

  Bending over and lowering us, Maksim shows how strong he is. I snatch up the two bags of candy and he rises back up to full height. “I hate to break it to you, kotik, but you’ll be lucky if you’re eating that candy at all in the next twelve hours.”

  I laugh, my forehead falling to his shoulder. “Aren’t we arrogant.”

  “Talk to me after we’re done and let me know if you think my arrogance is undeserved.”

  “Okay, Rico Suave.”

  He smacks my ass while keeping me glued to him as he makes his way down the beach to the car. My core tingles with anticipation at the way he manhandles me. I can only pray this continues when we get into a bedroom.

  We arrive at my apartment since it’s closest. Maksim’s hands have barely left my body since we climbed out of his car. I guess I could’ve gotten him to cross this line earlier if I’d pushed the issue.

  My key goes into the lock smoothly, I turn it, and for the briefest second, worry washes over me. Worry that I won’t be enough for him. Worry that I’m not as experienced as he is. But then his hand runs from my side up my torso to my bra-covered breasts and his face nuzzles into my neck.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers. “I cannot wait to make that blush spread down every inch of your body.”

  With his words, I relax and reassure myself that I have nothing to worry about.

  He ushers us inside, urging me past the threshold, then kicks the door shut. “No roommates, right?”

  “No room—”

  He takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it off my body, leaving me in only my bra. “I told you I’ve been dangling on a thin thread.” He smiles, his gaze zeroing in on my breasts. “Even better than I remembered.”

  I step closer to him, my hand on his chest until his back is against the wall. Our eyes lock with so much lust, it consumes the entire space around us. His breath hitches when my fingers graze down his abdomen and hover over the zipper of his slacks. I lower the zipper and slide my hand inside.

  “Fuck,” he groans when I take the weight of him in my palm.

  His dick is semi-hard and already large. I can’t wait to see it, but first I pump my fist over it and he thrusts his hips, wanting more friction. Our eyes haven’t left one another’s except for every now and then when his gaze dips to my breasts. He struggles to keep his eyes open, and my hand manipulates him until his length is granite hard. And huge.

  Oh my god, he’s huge.

  Guys in porn have nothing on Maksim.

  One of his hands rises up my torso at a torturingly slow pace and pulls down the cup of my bra. Then he twists me around, forcing my hand out of his slacks. I expect his hands to go to my breasts, but he slides one down the front of my sweatpants, running a finger between my legs and over my soaked panties.

  “This is for me?” his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

  I lay my head back on his shoulder, turning slightly to look at him. “Yes.”

  He slides one side of the fabric over and runs his fingers through the wetness, up and down my folds, before he centers all his attention on my clit.

  “Maksim,” I say with desperation in my tone.

  “Just relax, kotik.” His free hand grabs my breast, pushing, pulling, teasing my nipple. “I’ll feast on these soon.”

  I feel his thickness poking through his slacks behind me. As if he’s frustrated, his hand leaves my breast and I hear his belt buckle release, then I hear it hit the floor as his slacks pool at our feet. I’ve yet to see it, but the tip of his dick pokes above my ass as his masterful hands shimmy down my sweatpants to join his pants on the floor, leaving me in only my silk panties.

  He’s perfection in the way he plays with my clit and pussy as though he’s been doing it for years, but it’s clear he’s reading my moans and the arches of my back. Maksim is paying attention to what I like, and there’s nothing sexier than that.

  “Come on, Paisley. Relax.”

  I had no idea I’d been holding in any kind of tension, but as soon as he tells me to relax, I release a breath and the pent-up tension releases from my limbs, allowing him to hold my weight while he takes me to the edge. Without thinking, my hand lands on his between my legs, threatening to take over. I’m used to getting myself off, and although he’s doing a phenomenal job, I want to make sure I get there. Maksim’s all about bringing me to the brink and not letting me fall.

  “Hands off, kotik,” he whispers. “This is my job tonight.”

  I move my hand up and grab my free breast, twisting my nipple until I shudder in his hold, bucking and crying out while he takes my weight so I don’t collapse. Oh my god, that was amazing. Just as I get a hold of my breath, he twists me around.

  “Straddle me.” He leads me over to the couch by my hand and sits down.

  His boxer briefs came off at some point, though I’m not sure when. I get my first look at the perfection that is his Russian cock, and my mouth waters. It’s thick and long with a bulbous tip I want to wrap my mouth around. A vein runs the underside, and again I find myself wishing I could trace the outline with my tongue.

  “Looked your fill?” He cocks an eyebrow, hands spread out across the back of my couch.

  Damn, I know this man could make me his sex slave if he wanted. Have me do his bidding. I stand between his spread legs, and his fingers hook into the sides of my panties and slide them down my legs. I step out of them and climb on my couch, straddling him.

  “I should’ve made you beg.” The cutest smile crosses his lips, and I wish I could take a picture. This man has won me over wholeheartedly.

  I grind my wetness over him and his head falls back. All I want to do is ride him right now. I want to watch him and know that I’m the cause of his pleasure.

  “Do you have a condom?” he asks. “I didn’t think to bring one.”

  “You mean you don’t carry them around with you?” I laugh and climb off him, going to my bedroom to grab one out of the nightstand.

  When I return, holding it triumphantly in my hand, he bites his bottom lip. “I’m gonna be honest… I’m not thrilled about you having condoms at the ready.”

  I laugh, ripping open the package. “Oh, well, we could just forget all this.” I pretend to walk away, but he snags my wrist, tugging me forward.

  “Give me the fucking thing,” he growls in my ear.

  Giddy with excitement, I hand him the open condom wrapper. He takes it out, and I watch intently as he rolls it down his hard length. I straddle him again, and he guides himself to my opening. I sink down inch by inch. It takes me a minute or two to accommodate the size of him, but then we’re both moaning and closing our eyes in sheer pleasure.

  I grind down on him, clenching his dick with the walls of my pussy, and every nerve ending inside me lights up.

  “Shit, Paise,” he says.

  His eyes open, a color I’ve never seen in their depths. They’re still as blue as the Caribbean, but it’s the deep ocean right now. I thrill at being the one who unfurled that look from him.

  He pushes his ass up off the couch, thrusting inside me, and I can tell this isn’t going to last long. My breasts shake as I let him set the punishing pace from below me for a minute. Then my hands land on his shoulders and I move up and down as he grabs my ass, widening my ass cheeks apart and increasing my frenzy.

  “We’re not even done and I can’t wait to fuck you again. You’ve put a fucking spell on me, kotik. I can’t get enough.” His words only spur on my orgasm.

  “Oh God, I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to end.” I struggle to get a full breath.

  But once he urges me
up and his mouth covers my nipple, I’m done. I no longer have the control to keep my climax at bay, and I come with his name on my lips.

  He doesn’t relent, continuing to push into my deepest depths while sweat beads on his forehead. He smashes his lips to mine, his tongue diving into my hot mouth as his body tenses under me.

  “Fuck!” Then he goes lax.

  Our kiss turns languid and lazy for a while. Eventually I feel him soften inside me, so I slide off of him. He takes the condom and quickly disposes of it in the kitchen. I watch his ass the entire walk over. Then he returns to where I lay spent on the couch, and he runs his fingers up and down my spine.

  “Better than I ever imagined,” he whispers against my curls.

  “Candy time?” I smile expectantly.

  He stands, picks me up, and carries me into the bedroom. “Not even close.”

  I giggle as he slams the bedroom door and tosses me on the bed.

  I should’ve known he’d fuck like a porn star. He’s got the dick of one.

  “Are you ready for our fifth date?” I ask her, sitting on a stool at her breakfast bar.

  Last night was crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much sex in one night, but this morning, I could barely make breakfast without thinking about how I wanted to be back in that bed with her.

  “Fifth date, huh?” she says, walking out of her bedroom in a shirt that just hits the waistband of her flowy skirt. Her hair is slightly damp, her makeup barely there. She’s beautiful as always. “Am I dressed okay for it?”

  “It’ll do.” I shrug.

  She stops and stares at me for a moment. “I think I should’ve held out longer.”

  She walks past me and I pull her into me, spurring a giggle I’ll never get enough of. “You’re stunning as always.”

  “Better.” She kisses my cheek. “We have to talk about a few things.” Then she’s gone from my arms and her tone has changed.

  “What do we have to talk about?” I stand and swing my keys around my finger. I ran home this morning to get clothes, and even that felt like it took an eternity.

  “The fact I’m your therapist.”

  I open the front door and she walks through and waits for me to shut the door before she locks it. “I relinquished you.”

  “Yes, on a notepad, I remember.”

  “I hear a but?” I open my car’s passenger door for her.

  “But Mr. Gerhardt doesn’t know that. He’s still expecting one more session. I’m lucky he hasn’t cornered me about it yet because I have nothing to tell him. Nothing that says you’ll go easier on the ice.” She slides into my car, pulling her skirt all the way in before I shut the door.

  I have to tell her at some point about Armen and my past. I don’t need a therapist to tell me why I take the role of protector with my teammates. I’m fully aware of why.

  “Maybe now that all my sexual frustration is gone, I’ll be nicer to those assholes.” I shut my door and start the engine.

  “Since you can’t talk to me, do you want me to refer you out?” Her voice is hesitant, as though she’s unsure how I’ll react.

  “I don’t need to talk to anyone. I’m good.” I back out of the parking spot and head onto the road.

  She says my name as though I don’t know myself. I got through Armen’s death fine without the help of a therapist. I can get through this too.

  “Honestly, I’m good. I’ll try to control myself more.” I kiss her at the stoplight.

  She nods, but we’re definitely not on the same page here—she believes therapy is a cure-all and I’m unwilling to open my chest and let my heart fall out.

  Fifteen minutes of silence later, we arrive at the location of our date. We’ll have to address therapy again, but not today. I don’t want to fight.

  “Costco?” She stares at the big red sign.

  People file out with carts overfilled with large quantities of items.

  “The food station?” she asks.

  I laugh, turning off the engine. “Better. Samples.”

  A smile tips her lips, and she shakes her head. “Okay, definitely original, Maksim.”

  She opens her door and I meet her at the trunk of my car, take her hand, and lead her in.

  “It’s a secret club,” I whisper, while pushing the cart.

  “Just your regular ol’ speakeasy,” she counters, and I laugh. I’m not sure I’ve ever laughed as much as I do around her. “Why the cart?”

  “I have to pick up a few things. If there’s anything you want, just put it in the cart and it’s on me.” I wink and she nods.

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  We’re clearly being sarcastic, but that’s one of the reasons why I love spending time with her.

  On the way to the samples area, I grab the protein powder I use for shakes and some chicken. Paisley grabs a bottle of wine and some muffins. We clearly have different priorities at Costco.

  Once we get to the food area, there’s a sampler out of some taquitos.

  “Ladies first.” I motion to the tray.

  “Oh, how gentlemanly of you.” She takes two and feeds me one before eating hers. “What do you think?” she asks after she swallows hers.

  “Good. Want to look around a bit more?”

  “Sure.”

  I put some coconut water in the cart, then toilet paper and paper towels. All the stuff I know we’ve been running low on lately. Paisley peruses the books, reading the backs or inside flaps of each one she picks up.

  “Do you read?” she asks while looking at the book in her hand.

  “Nope.”

  “Why not?” She puts down the book, never putting one in the cart.

  “I have a lot of shit to do. Relaxing with a book isn’t on the top of my list.”

  “Not even for laying out on the beach?”

  I chuckle. “I don’t lay out on the beach.”

  She stops and stares at me as if I’m crazy. “Never?”

  “If I’m on the beach, I’m playing volleyball or throwing a frisbee or actually swimming.”

  “Well, just so you know, if we ever do a beach day, I prefer being lazy and sitting in a lounge chair with a book and some kind of frozen daiquiri in hand.”

  I pretend to write it down. “Noted.”

  She puts her arm through mine, kissing me on the cheek. My chest swells at her easy affection. I hope she feels the same about me—that she can’t get enough.

  We eat some more samples, and she insists on buying a jumbo-sized box of Greek yogurt ice cream treats and I give in like an exhausted dad to a pleading child. “You do know the samples are always better than when you bring them home?”

  She shoos me with her hand, putting the box in the cart. “I bet you I’ll eat them all within a week.”

  I read the box. “You’re going to eat twenty-four bars in seven days?”

  She nods, so sure of herself.

  “And if you don’t?”

  “Why must everything be a challenge to you?” she asks before thanking the lady giving out chocolate almond samples and inserting one into my mouth.

  “What fun is it if there’s no reward to the bet?”

  “But why must you bet in the first place?”

  I snatch her by her waist and pull her toward me. “Because it’s fun, and now that our relationship has progressed, we can use sexual favors as rewards.”

  Her mouth forms an O shape.

  “Now you get my point.” I slap her ass.

  “Are you Maksim Petrov?” a small voice says from behind Paisley.

  I look over her shoulder at a little blonde girl with pigtails who most likely just saw me smack Paisley’s ass. Great.

  I smile and nod. “I am.”

  Paisley turns around, welcoming the little girl with a big smile. “I love your pigtails.”

  She nods and her pigtails bounce. “Thank you.” She holds out a piece of paper and a pen. “Could you sign this? My dad is a huge fan and his bi
rthday is next week. I heard people saying it was you and I can’t get my daddy anything because I don’t have a job. Mommy says he likes homemade things and that he’d love a card, but I don’t like getting cards. You can’t play with a card.”

  I glance at Paisley, who looks as though she’s a second away from cracking up at this little girl.

  “This is the back of my mom’s grocery list, and if you sign it, I’m gonna make a collage.”

  I think for a moment. “You’d need proof though, right?”

  The little girl’s eyes widen. “What?”

  “Proof that it was my signature.”

  Her bottom lip pops out. “My daddy would believe me.”

  “Oh, I was going to offer a picture, but sure, I can sign.” I take the pen and paper, scribbling my name.

  “A picture!” Her eyes light up, and I nod. “Let me get my mom.”

  I catch sight of her mom watching from a distance, so she’s not surprised when her daughter takes her hand and drags her over to us.

  “Thank you for being so nice,” she says when she reaches us.

  “Our pleasure. She’s adorable.” Paisley speaks first, and I like the word our coming out of her mouth.

  “She really wants to get her dad a gift on her own. I suggested some socks over there, but she said no way.”

  “I said she could take a picture with me and add it to her collage.”

  “Oh, that would be great.” The mom smiles.

  “Daddy will love it.” The little girl is already taking the mom’s phone out of her purse and handing it to Paisley. “Can you take it?”

  “Calm down, Ashley.” The mom chuckles, looking a little embarrassed at her daughter’s enthusiasm.

  I pick up the girl, and Paisley snaps the picture. Once we’re done, I lower her back down and Paisley hands the phone back to the mom.

  “It was nice meeting you,” I say with my hand raised.

  Ashley smacks it. “You too. Sorry about the playoffs. Drake kind of screwed you.”

  “Ashley!” her mother scolds, cheeks turning red.