Turn It Up: Turner Twins, Book 2

by Vivian Arend

  She stared into his eyes as she forced herself to speak. Watching his response—she wasn’t sure it helped or made it more difficult to see his expression change as she shared.

  “Every single time I’ve realized I loved a person, something has happened. The situation would change, and suddenly they would be gone. Or they would expect me to change, and when I didn’t meet their expectations, it would be my fault, and the end result would be the same—I would be alone again.”

  He touched her cheek tenderly. “You’re not responsible for other’s actions.”

  She sniffed. “I know it in my head, but convincing my heart is a whole lot harder. I’ve read a million self-help books about how my father leaving my mother had nothing to do with me, but it still hurts.”

  Max nodded slowly. “And now you’re worried I’ll fall out of love with you? Is that why you’ve been running hot and cold on me? One minute you enjoy my attention, the next you put up barriers?”

  Tasha breathed in slowly, fighting to stop the air from stuttering en route into her lungs. “Again, my brain trusts you, but I’m still scared. What if I don’t get back my body after the baby arrives—will you still want to be with me? What if I’m too tired taking care of the little one to be interested in sex? I can’t imagine you ever turning to another, you’re not the type to cheat, but—”

  The words stuck in her throat. Picturing Max in the arms of another woman was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

  “Shh. Don’t do that to yourself.” He pulled her against his chest, his chin resting on top of her head. The warmth of his body wrapped around her, the tenderness in his words cradled her heart. “I love you. I love you, not someone you think you need to be for me. I can’t erase your fears. I wish to God I could.”

  Tasha talked on. Just long enough for her to share a few more of the things she’d held in tight. It wasn’t like Max offered any instant fix. He didn’t have any magical words to share that washed away the past. But he listened, and the expression on his face said he cared. Cared deeply. His few words were comforting, loving. Exactly what she needed to hear.

  When she’d let the last drop escape, they both lay quietly for a while. A tranquil peacefulness surrounded them, like the calm after the storm. He pulled one hand free and smoothed her hair back. “Are you going to be okay?”

  She nodded quickly, not wanting the tears to return before she had a chance to finish. It took three tries and a couple throat clearings to be able to force the words out.

  “You know that prenatal agreement? Can I change my mind about one detail?”

  He teased lightly. “You want to add something about me groveling at your feet on a daily basis?”

  She hit him, then returned his smile. “Max, I’m still scared, but I’d…” A deep breath in to steady her nerves. This was what she wanted. It was what she needed. “I’d like to let myself fall in love with you.”

  A sparkle of amusement flashed in his eyes. “That sounds like work.”

  Damn. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

  He laughed as he slid his hand down her body until it rested on her belly. He didn’t look away from her, keeping her captivated by the longing reflected in his face. “I want you to trust me. I want you to love me.”

  “It’s hard. To let go of the past.”

  Max nodded slowly, his hand massaging in gentle circles over her belly. His words came quietly. “This baby has done nothing, and yet I love her. Try to remember that.”

  She nodded. He kissed her and made as if to sit up. Tasha gripped him by the T-shirt. This wasn’t how she wanted this to end, this whole emotional rollercoaster. It needed one thing to come to completion.

  She pulled him back to the bed and made love to him.

  Softly. Slowly. Getting him to help when she asked, but taking the reins as often as she could. He stripped off his shirt when she tugged it free of his pants. Once she’d undone his zipper and pressed the top of his pants open, he wiggled out of them, turning to help remove her clothing. Tongues touched, dancing together as they kissed. The salty tang of tears blended together with the passion rising between them as she stroked his shaft in one hand, the fingers of her other hand locked in the hair at the back of his neck. She nibbled on his lips, kissed her way down his neck. Licked his nipples and the muscles crossing his abdomen. When she laved the broad head of his erection, he shuddered, his hands skipping momentarily from where they’d been floating lazily over her skin.

  Tasha covered him with her mouth and pressed down, getting him wet, holding the rest of his length in her fist as she moved over him. She wanted to give to him, care for him like he’d been caring for her. It was a lame attempt, because no matter how good it might feel physically, there was no way she could possibly match what had built inside her emotionally.

  He pulled her off far sooner than she wanted, arranging her over his thighs.

  “I need you,” he whispered.

  The room hushed around them—no music, no sounds of nature. Just them, and their breathing and, as she lifted her hips and reached down to try to guide him into her body, their laughter.

  “I can’t reach,” she admitted sheepishly. Her belly wasn’t that big, but the angle was enough to hinder her attempt.

  Maxwell sat up and adjusted himself, the wet head of his cock slipping between her folds so smoothly. She took him deep and sat still, savoring the moment. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers playing over the firm muscles.

  He lifted her head, and there was a light in his eyes—blinding. Brilliant. Full of joy and something else. He spoke against her lips.

  “This is part of love.”

  Pleasure danced as he lifted and lowered her hips carefully. Each time his erection pierced her body it sent new sensations singing through her, and all the while he whispered to her. Soft love words. He told her they were all the things he’d been saving up over the past months. All the things he’d been longing to tell her. Her heart expanded to the point she would soon have no room to draw a breath. And when they reached a climax together, there was a moment she swore she heard all three of their heartbeats.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tasha’s stomach was going to ache for the rest of the day from laughing so hard.

  “And then there was the time—”

  Tasha held up a hand in an attempt to restrain her sister-in-law’s enthusiasm. “Maxy, you’ve got to stop. Your brother is going to kill you for giving me all this dirt on him.”

  Maxine waved a hand and took a sip of her coffee. “He knew it was going to come out eventually. You need the background when you want to tease him down the road. Or tease your kids about how much like their father they are.”

  Her heart thumped out a rapid beat at the thought of a whole family with Maxwell. She hid her smile in her teacup. The demons of doubt were still there, rattling at her mind, but she’d promised herself to try to trust. Try to maintain a positive attitude toward their relationship, and so far, it was working. Still, it had only been a few days—it wasn’t going to be easy to put aside years of apprehension so quickly.

  She glanced up at Maxwell’s sister, grinning at the shining expression on her face. It was much easier to remain positive when she was around someone like Maxy, who seemed to take on everything with a wholehearted blur of excitement. All that shared energy had to be either invigorating or positively nauseating.

  Today, Tasha was going for the energizing side of the equation.

  “Tasha, can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.” She leaned back in the chair, and a strange sense of déjà vu stole over her. They were back at the Sugar Shack—the same shop where Maxwell had first proposed to her. With her belly swelling before her, she felt a whole lot better this time round than the last.

  “When did you move out on your own?” Maxine asked.

  Tasha thought about it for a minute. “I left for college and never moved back.”

  “Like Junior.”

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p; She shook her head. “I didn’t really have a place to go home to, so I had to leave. Your brother chose to move out.”

  Maxy sighed. “And I chose to stay home. When I did move out last year, I moved in with my friend Valerie.” The bright shining smile faded as Maxine wrinkled her nose.

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “Nothing terrible. I just think I’d like to be completely on my own for a while, but I don’t know that it’s the right thing to do.”

  Ahhh, it began to make sense. “Since you’re never on your own now?”

  Maxy’s wry expression combined with her nodding acknowledgement. “Bingo. I love my family, but if you’ve noticed? The Turner clan can be overwhelming at times.”

  There was no holding in her laughter. “Um, I noticed. But why not move out? I mean, you’d have to find a place you can afford, but if you’re not too fussy, you can do it. You should have seen my first apartments. Tiny things, but they were my own.”

  Maxy waggled her head. “I know it makes sense, in a way, but right now Valerie needs a roommate, and there’s no real reason to move out.” She shrugged. “It’s something that’s been going through my mind, I guess. I’ll think about it a bit more.” Maxy popped straight up in her chair, all her concern shedding off like droplets from a raincoat. “What are you up to for the rest of the day?”

  Oh, to have her sister-in-law’s energy. “I have two final projects to complete. Once they’re done I’m off indefinitely—which will give me time to have this baby and hopefully get my brain back before I have to jump back into the work fray. Not to mention getting the house done. Max and I are meeting there this afternoon.”

  “It’s nearly finished, right?”

  “Getting closer.” Thank God. She’d never have dreamed that the house building would take longer than the baby building. “I’m used to drawing up the plans and that’s the end of it. Since I took on the contracting to save money, the delay’s partly my fault. The latest estimate is a month to completion. There’s still no flooring down—and the guys laying the tile are running behind—and until that happens, it won’t feel real.”

  “It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done, though.”

  Tasha smiled. “I’m looking forward to being able to move in. What are you up to?”

  “I’m heading over to the house to have lunch with Gramma. Do you want to get together later this week? I can help you with the secret room.”

  “Shhh.” Tasha held up a finger to her lips. “Not a word about that. I don’t want Max to find out before I’m ready to tell him. I’m still figuring things out.”

  Maxy leaned back in her chair and pretended to pout. “Fine. Then I’ll help with the baby’s room. I saw the most adorable set of curtains the other day. Oh, and I found a bib with Samantha on it, and I bought it for you.”

  Tasha laughed softly as she reached to squeeze her hand. “You’re going to be the best auntie ever, you know that?”

  Maxy grinned. “That’s the plan. Have I told you how pleased I am that you guys aren’t going to add her to the hoard of people in the area with a Max in their names?”

  “That was more at your brother’s insistence than mine. Said he’d invent a new computer game or something to create our own legacy fund to save her the chore of being another Max Turner. I’m happy not to have to follow the tradition, because the only Max name I like, you’ve already got.”

  They rose to their feet and Maxy hugged her tight, kissing her cheek lightly before leading the way out of the Sugar Shack. “Give my love to Junior when you see him.”

  “I will.”

  A flash of regret stole over Tasha as she slipped into her car. Maxine had become a good friend, someone she trusted to have her best interests at heart. It still hurt not being able to share this kind of planning with Lila, who had totally cut her off, ignoring all attempts at contact, even leaving family events early to avoid her.

  How could two people in the same basic family, Lila and Maxy, have such different approaches to life? Such different responses to her? Tasha thought about it the entire drive over to the house, and the only conclusion she came to was that whatever caused it, she sure liked Maxy’s reaction better than Lila’s.

  Max stared at the computer screen unseeing for another full minute before he gave up, rubbing his eyes and wandering out of the back bedroom. Complaining seemed foolish, but was it possible for him to stop getting additional business? He’d been inundated with new requests for both web designs and advertising proposals, and every one of them was a referral from someone he really shouldn’t turn down.

  The doorbell rang, and he hurried across the room to open the door.

  “Maxy? Hey, what’s up?” A quick check of his watch showed the entire afternoon had disappeared and he had only thirty minutes before he had to meet Tasha. He was still on a high from the whole time-to-call off-the-prenatal-rules event.

  People who said guys couldn’t get emotional needed their heads examined.

  His sister slipped around him, pulling off her light jacket. “I need to talk to you. About important things.”

  He pointed to the living room and sat across from her. “Are these like business things, or should I be getting scared?”

  Maxine’s face flushed, and she fidgeted and wiggled like she was a little child waiting for their birthday cake to arrive. “Gramma wants to sell the house. She can’t. There’s no way she can let someone else have that place. It’s way too important to the family, all that history and tradition tied up in the place and suddenly it’s going to belong to strangers? I don’t want that to—”

  “Whoa, slow down. Who told you this? About her selling the house?”

  “She did.” Maxine stood and paced a few steps. “She said she’s getting too old to take care of it by herself, and that she’d like to have regular company. She’s been looking into a few of the local seniors housing that have room. If she puts up the house for sale and someone new buys it, all those years of tradition will be lost. We can’t let that happen. What are we going to do?”

  With every sentence her voice rose slightly higher. Max scrambled to calm her. He’d never seen his sister so agitated. “I thought that house was a part of the Turner Legacy. I’m sure of it, in fact.”

  She pulled to a sudden stop and whirled on him, her forehead creased with a frown. “What does that have to do with the legacy? I know we’ll be getting money because of having the Max in our names, but the house?”

  “The house is a part of it.” He spoke quickly, rubbing her arms with his palms. “There was some kind of clause stating it can’t be sold if there are Turners of age to inherit. I’m not exactly sure—it’s a long time since I saw those papers, and I was pretty young back then. Let me go find out the details, but if I remember right, you, me and…Maximilian might be the ones eligible for inheriting.”

  She took a steadying breath. “Okay. I’m sorry. I would just hate to see that place not a part of the clan. But…how would that work if there are three of us to inherit? Are we supposed to all live in it together? That’s not going to work.”

  Max pretended to think for a second, putting on a serious expression. “Well, it is a pretty big place. Tasha and I could take the main floor, you get the second, and we’ll stick old Mill up in the attic rooms like a bat. He’d like that. Suits him too.”

  She stuck out her tongue at him and stepped away before giving him a sheepish smile. “Thanks for calming me down, but I’m still concerned.”

  “I promise to do what I can to make sure the house doesn’t need to be sold.” He thought about the mortgage he and Tasha had on the new house, and how little they actually owed due to her scrimping and his college windfall. His ability to make this work was far better than his sister knew, but he wasn’t going to share that information until he’d had a chance to talk it over with Tasha. “We’ll be able to figure it out.”

  Maxine nodded, then twisted her fingers together. “There is something else.”
/>   “Is this like…personal?” Her body language screamed it was personal.

  “Sort of.” She blinked up at him with her big innocent eyes. “How did you know you and Tasha were in love?”

  Oh man. She was still seeing Jamie. Old Twinkle Toes hadn’t gotten any better with time, not as far as he was concerned. “Are you asking because you think you might be in love?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t think I am, but I’m curious. Is it really something heart-pounding and unmistakable?”

  “Hell, yeah.” His instant response brought a chuckle from her, and as they laughed together, he scrambled to find the words that would both encourage her and discourage her from looking for love with the wrong guy, i.e. Jamie the wishy-washy. “It’s not only heart-pounding, it’s butterflies in the stomach and shivers up the spine.”

  “Sounds like a bad medical condition,” she teased.

  He thought about Tasha, and the way she was trying to open up and let him completely into her life. The last week had been different. That ghostly wall hadn’t appeared even once, and everything in him wanted to jump up and down and rejoice. “Terminal, for sure.”

  Maxine rose and paced toward the windows, turning back slowly. “So, if there’s nothing like fireworks, it’s probably not love?”

  He hated to say it, but he couldn’t leave it at that. “Now you’re being silly. Even in romantic love there’s more than the physical thrill. There’s thinking about them all the time, and wanting the best for them. Wanting to be with them, like the way sitting in the same room as Tasha can make me happy. Are you telling me that you feel fireworks when you hug Gramma? Or Mom and Dad?”

  “Of course not.”

  “But you love them, and me, and the cousins and the aunts and—”

  She laughed. “Okay, enough. Yes, I love the whole lot of you. Some more than others, and you, only at times.”

  He winked. “You know what love is, sis. If you’re looking for fireworks, you’re probably asking about sex, and that’s one discussion we are not having.”