by Xavier Neal
Before Erin can chomp out a response, Luke questions, “Is it done? Is everything legal and official?”
“It is.” I drop my bag beside the couch and flop down on the cushion, pulling Maxx into my lap with me. “The Kid is officially mine.”
“Congrats! You’re a daddy!” Erin shrieks tossing her hands in the air with both sarcasm and excitement, the two are so woven together I can’t tell which one I’m supposed to believe.
“I think we need to sit down and talk as a family.” Luke informs us while putting his book down.
“Joy. Because we don’t do that enough.” My sarcastic reply gets a giggle out of Maxx, which makes her ass wiggle.
Fuck I wish we were alone. Can you imagine how fucking sexy she’d be bent over the edge of the couch? Yeah. One track mind. Are you surprised?
“Actually talk.” The fatherly tone in Luke’s voice comes out. “I think it’s a good idea, before Dean gets settled in, that we’re all on the same page. Between rules and responsibilities—”
“What do you mean responsibilities?” I chime in. “I adopted him. He’s my responsibility.”
“No, Kellar. He’s ours,” Luke states firmly. “We’re a family here. You may have your name on that paperwork, but we do shit together. We raise him together.”
“I don’t wanna be a burden,” Dean tries to interject.
“You’re not a burden.” We all manage to say together.
No that doesn’t ever fucking happen. Let’s pray it never happens again.
“Look, Kellar, I know you’ve got this whole lone wolf scenario in your head and you think you can do this shit on your own, but I need you to remember what life was like when you were his age.”
The bruises. The deceit. The fights. Learning to lie to your classmates and teachers alike, telling them that the marks on your body came from anywhere but your old man. Wasn’t fun. Wasn’t fucking easy.
“You remember what it was like in his situation? You didn’t do it alone then. And you’re not doing it alone now, Kellar. Got it?” Luke’s rant reminds me of something his father once tried to say to me, something that I let roll off my shoulders.
I think he knew. And I bet if I would’ve just fucking admitted it to him, they would’ve done for me what I’m doing for the Kid. You think that’s why I felt I had to do this? Wow. How fucked up am I?
I nod. “Got it.”
“Good.” Luke leans back. “Now we need to go over some house rules. And decide who’s gonna take care of what exactly.”
“Well, I call dibs on shopping.” Erin raises a finger in the air. “After all, if we leave Luke in charge of it Dean will look like he just got thrown out of the country club.”
“Thanks, sis.” He snarls.
She has a valid argument.
Erin continues, “And I wanna get him enrolled in that private school around the corner. Vincent Randolph Private Academy. The one with the navy and white uniforms and the lion symbol.” All four of us just stare waiting for an explanation. “What? I can’t want the kid to have a higher quality education?”
“And this has nothing to do with the fact that they just hired that ex-NFL player to be the head coach on the varsity team?” Maxx adds leaning back into my embrace.
Made uncomfortable by her knowledge, I ask, “Why the fuck do you know that?”
Tell me you weren’t thinking it too.
“I caught this one.” She points at Erin. “Facebook stalking, and she blurted it out when she found out.”
“There really are no secrets in this house.” Erin rolls her eyes before continuing. “While yes, it’s true they have a new head coach that I wouldn’t mind giving a touchdown to—”
“The kid is in the room,” Luke firmly states.
“Don’t stop on my account.” His hands fly off the back of the couch in surrender.
“Ugh.” Erin disgustedly growls. “It’s a really good school, with a really good program. Plus, I think it would be better for him to have a clean, fresh start.”
“Agreed.” Maxx looks up at me, her bright brown eyes sparkling.
Did I really just say sparkling? Wow. Pussy whipped is not a good color on me. If I start saying shit about seeing sunshine or rainbows you have my permission to fucking bitch slap me. Hard.
“Kid?” I look up at him. “You cool with that?”
Cautiously he asks, “Aren’t private schools really expensive?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Erin closes the nail polish lid. “Are you cool with starting over?” He nods and she smirks. “Good. We’ll go get you enrolled Monday.”
“What makes you think you can just walk in there and get him enrolled?” Luke challenges.
“Because there’s not a whole lot I can’t get done in a short skirt and a push up bra,” Erin states smoothly, shooting her brother a devious smirk. He responds by rolling his eyes. “And I’ll pay for it. Uniforms and all.”
“I’ve gotta wear a uniform?” The Kid sounds baffled.
I’m with him on this one. A fucking uniform? Doesn’t that sound like information we should’ve had before hand?
“Were you not listening earlier?” Erin questions sounding slightly annoyed. Dean and I exchange looks.
Guess it kind of just flew past us huh?
“Yes you do. You’ll live.” she mumbles.
“And medical?” Luke tries to redirect the conversation. “Kellar, I know your health insurance is already high—”
“That’s what happens when you get bashed in the brains for a living,” Erin mutters.
Defensively I say, “No one bashes my brains in.”
Luke sighs, “Well not yet.”
“There’s a first for everything.” Erin’s counter causes my body to tense and in response Maxx’s body seems to just dissolve in my grip.
So that’s all it takes? Her feeling that tension gets her turned on? You think if I were to slide my hand between her legs she’d be wet all over again? How much longer you think this conversation is gonna run before I can take her upstairs and fuck her another round?
“Point being,” Luke interrupts our bickering. “You already pay a shit ton, so I wanna pay for the kid’s medical expenses. His yearly checkups. Shots. Whole damn thing. Just get him attached to you and I’ll pay the added expense. And I’ll find him a good doctor.”
“Of course you will.” I mock, and Maxx elbows me in the gut as Luke shoots a dirty look at me.
“And I wanna be called Cool Aunt Erin,” she states directing it at no one but clearly intending it for everyone.
Dean smiles. “I can call you Aunt Erin. I like that.”
“That’s not what I said,” she snips. “I said COOL Aunt Erin. God your listening skills are as bad as your new father’s.”
The word causes me to cringe.
Fuck, really? Father? I’m no one’s fucking father. Was this a bad idea? No. Leaving him in that shit hole to die would’ve been a bad idea.
“Father?” Dean repeats in a mutter under his breath.
Quickly I shake my head. “You don’t have to call me that, Kid.”
Dean licks his lips and nods. After a beat he says, “But maybe…if I want to someday—”
“We’ll crawl across that bridge if we come to it. Got it?”
I’m not gonna deny the kid the right to call me that if he wants, but it feels strange right now. Hell, do you ever think that would be comfortable for me to hear?
Luke leans back proudly. “I can be Uncle Luke.”
“Like the rapper?” Erin winces in disgust at the thought.
Confused he asks, “That’s a rapper?”
“What do you live under a rock?” She rolls her eyes. “Yes that’s a rapper!”
“I don’t really like rap music.”
“You don’t like anything fun.” She rests her head on her hand that’s now propped up.
Before Luke has a chance to respond, Maxx speaks up. “What about his name?”
“You wanna change my name?” Dean se
ems almost concerned.
“Not your first name, but your last name. I don’t like the idea of that bastard deciding he’s changed his mind and hunting you down. I want you safe.” The tone Maxx uses reminds me of the one she used to use with me while icing a new bruise from my old man.
I may be a terrible fucking idea for this kid, but Maxx…she’s perfect. What if he starts calling her Mom? I mean if he starts calling me Dad, that’s the next logical step right? This feels so fucking abnormal. Even for us.
“Okay.” Dean quickly agrees.
“I think his last name should be Hart,” I add. Surprisingly enough everyone turns to give me a strange look. “What?”
“I kinda thought it’d be Kellar. Like yours?” Dean sheepishly says.
Maxx tosses a very sympathetic look over her shoulder.
Oh hell. Not you too. Have we forgotten the curse that fucking comes with my name? What? Do you have the memory of a goldfish now?
“You don’t want my last name.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Maxx ignores my comment and continues pinning me in place with her look.
My grip around her waist tightens and when she doesn’t break the stare, I cave.
Say it. Say it all you want because it’s true. Pussy whipped. Pussy whipped. Pussy whipped. In my defense though, there’s not a piece of pussy better to be whipped by. What? Too vulgar? Have you met me?
“Is that what you really want, Kid?” I ask. Dean nods slowly. “Fine. I’ll contact the lawyer and make us a court date for that.”
“It’s so weird to me that you know a lawyer,” Erin says as if thinking to herself.
Not. A. Word.
“I know alotta people,” I counter.
“True. You have fucked a lot of people,” she whispers out.
“Mouth!” Maxx pops her on the knee and Erin squeaks.
“What? Like he’s never heard that kind of language before?” Tossing her head at Dean she snaps, “Get used to it.”
“Does that mean I can cuss too?” He asks.
In unison we call chime in, “No!”
“Wow,” he mutters. “Had to try.”
“So did you used to bang this lawyer chick?” Erin yanks the conversation in a direction I really don’t need it to go.
I’ve banged lawyers before. In their office. Over their desk. Once or twice. When they say they’re gonna do probono work for me, the emphasis is on the boning part.
“Who said it was a chick?” I blurt out before realizing I should’ve just let it go.
“We don’t know any lawyers. All your dude friends are our dude friends. Unless—”
“Hey I was thinking maybe we should take the Kid shopping now?” Maxx swoops in and dives on the sword for me.
You know she hates shopping as much as me, unless it’s for books.
At the change in topic, Erin’s eyes pop out of her head while Maxx insists, “He needs some new clothes and that’s kind of your domain right?” Seeing that Erin is clearly distracted I squeeze Maxx gently to go on. “What do you say we go do that? Maybe pick out some new sheets for our room? For his room? Maybe a few other things?”
Erin pops up. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
“I’ll hit the grocery store,” Luke volunteers. “You allergic to anything, Kid?”
“No.” Dean answers fighting the urge to smile.
“Your sister is allergic to all things that are low in carbs and shit in taste. Please remember that,” Erin hums to Luke and then disappears out of the room to change.
Maxx looks over her shoulder at me and whispers, “You fucking owe me for this.”
Chuckling, I barely hear Luke ask, “You coming with?”
“Nah…I’m gonna hit the sack.” Luke shoots me a confused look. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Could use a minute.”
Maxx immediately buries her face down hiding a blush.
I took her four times last night. Each time better than the goddamn last. Have you seen how hot she looks with her legs over my shoulders? Damn. I’m gettin’ wood just thinking about it again. Hey. Eyes up.
“TMI,” Luke mumbles getting up to go change.
My eyes move over my shoulder one more time to see the Kid smiling like he’s just gotten The Lakers season tickets for life. Without saying another word I let my smirk match his.
***
Unsure of how long I’ve been out, I decide against opening my eyes when I hear my bedroom door open. Scratching my bare chest, I merely fold my arms back behind my head and let out a yawn.
“Done already?”
“That was painful,” Maxx’s sweet voice says as the ruffling of bags stops and the mattress dips. “No. Strutting around that ring wearing next to nothing was painful. THAT was like getting teeth pulled.”
My eyes struggle open to see Maxx’s legs folded, her resting back on her heels, no longer in my gym clothes but looking beautiful in her yoga pants and Book Boyfriends Battle t-shirt.
What the fuck does that even mean?
“I liked watching you strut around half naked.”
She cocks a grin. “I bet you did. Did you enjoy the rest of the world watching too?”
“No. I fucking hated that.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
She didn’t need to know that. In fact, the less she knows, that I’m days away from tattooing property of Logan Keller on her body, the better.
She giggles again and bites her bottom lip. Immediately, my eyes go to that lip and my dick stiffens.
Yup. That’s all it takes.
I watch as she notices the tent in my shorts. Surprisingly, she wraps her hand around my hard on and gives it a slow tug. An uncontrollable, deep groan comes out of my throat. My eyes close.
“It’s dinner time,” her voice softens, the sex in it obvious.
“Are you talking about my cock or actual food, Maximus?” The words come out shakier than I expected.
Blame her hand that is now stroking my cock through my shorts.
“Both…”
My eyes flip open at the same time that she slips my dick out of my shorts and into her warm palm. I manage to say, “Fuck…that’s good.”
Her hand continues sliding up and down my shaft— grip tight, speed slow with intent. My hips rise up to meet the pulls she’s giving while my eyes shut again. She continues her steady jerking at a pace that won’t let me last long. On another low moan from me, her two lips wrap around the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, Maxx…”
On a hum of approval she takes me in further, the vibrations from her response making my dick harder than it already was.
How the hell is that possible?
While I’m expecting her to speed up the process, she doesn’t. She clamps on with enough suction to make a Hoover jealous and bobs slowly up and down my shaft, teeth barely grazing me, groans and cuss words shooting out of me every time they touch. I wrap my hands through her hair and give her a gentle tug of encouragement to move faster, but when she doesn’t I squeeze my eyes tighter.
“Don’t fucking stop, Maxx…”
She keeps up this excruciating torture of a blow job, with every other suck making me feel like I’m about come.
My goddamn toes are curling for Christ sake!
Maxx’s tongue suddenly starts playing tricks, starting at the tip of my cock and going until she hits the base. The entire thing is one long ass, unhurried ride up and down, my dick knowing that at any minute she could go just a little faster and send me over the edge.
The hand that was gripping her hair earlier does it again as she latches on with my dick near the back of her throat. Knowing how close I am, I grip tighter desperate for her to keep going, desperate for her to fucking finish.
“If you don’t want it in your mouth now is the time to—” Is all that gets out before one more hard suck and push of her tongue. I growl out, “Fuck…” as come fills her mouth in short quick bursts.
Like some sort
of goddamn dick sucking expert, she slides off my cock, swallows, and wipes the corner of her lip smiling immediately after. The action itself is hot enough to make me wanna come all over again.
“You were delicious.” The sex goddess in her voice appears a moment before her tongue slides across her lips.
Has she always been this fucking sex addicted? Why the hell didn’t you tell me to stop dicking around and wasting time? Huh? Well I guess you did. Yeah. Hush.
“Time for dinner though.” She pops up while I prop myself on my elbows.
“Then come sit on my face.”
She giggles and rolls her eyes. “Downstairs!”
“If you want an audience—”
“Logan!” I laugh, and she scrunches her face. “Behave…” A playful smirk invades her expression. Maxx reaches for the door handle beaming brightly. “And I might let you have me for dessert.”
That, my friends, is my girlfriend. Ha. Can you believe that shit? Logan Kellar with a girlfriend? Wait why are you still laughing? It’s not that funny. No. It’s really not that funny. What do you mean it’s almost unbelievable? Watch it…
Chapter 5
Maxx
It’s been a little over a week since I moved in with Logan and the Kid moved in with us. Believe it or not, it hasn’t been that big of an adjustment. I mean, moving my stuff into Logan’s room was weird, and his resistance to wanna let me unpack, because he wanted to have sex instead, made it difficult. It’s really hard to say no too. Come on! I’ve been waiting years to sleep with him and now it’s really a wonder how I get anything else done. Like ever. Like ever ever. Hell, here I am in the shower getting ready for work and I wish he was pinning me against this shower wall…remember when I did that to him? Did you just whimper a little too?
“What are you whimpering about?” Logan’s voice pipes in as I cut off the water.
Damn it. He wasn’t supposed to hear us!
“Nothing,” I answer grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me before stepping out of the shower.
The second I pull the curtain back I am greeted by the sight of Logan leaned back on his elbows, toothbrush in his mouth, shirtless, with his gym shorts riding so low on his hips it’s very obvious he doesn’t have on underwear.
