He points his finger between us.
“Your dick’s hard and you want to fuck me, goddit.”
“There’s more to it than that, Bamm. I wouldn’t be asking you to take a chance on me if this was just a fuck and run. It’s not, at least not for me.”
I want to crawl right into his lap and grind against him, maybe sit on his face. I’m wet just observing and listening to him talk. He’s watching me with his brows raised and I realise he’s expecting an answer.
“Not for me either.”
“Good, because while we try to figure out what exactly it is we have, we’re gonna have a lot to deal with. At some stage, if what we have is real, and I hope to fucking god it is, I really, really do, then we’re gonna have your brother to tackle, and I’ve no fucking clue how that’ll go down. Well, I do, I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”
I listen to every word. I take in every single emotion conveyed in his expressive golden-hued eyes. I watch him frown, smile, nod, and shake his head, and I stare.
“And then, when we’ve got through all of that, once news of us gets out, the press will come for you. I’m a thirty-eight-year-old married man, you’re my twenty-two-year-old nanny, they’ll come at you hard, and they’ll be vicious. They’ll assassinate your character, and they’ll make up any ol’ shit they need to sell the story.”
He finally takes his eyes from mine, looks down at his now sleeping daughter, and asks softly, “Are you ready for that, Bamm? Am I worth all of that? The stories that’ll be in the newspapers, the rumours that’ll be posted all over social media? The fallout with your brother?” His eyes meet mine again, emotion spilling from them. “That’s the only one that really scares me, for you and for me. Cal is my best friend, he’s your family, and his reaction to us is the one thing I think might break it.”
“No. He’s my brother. He loves me. Yeah, he can be a little overprotective, but after everything I’ve had happen in my life, it’s to be expected. All he really wants is for me to be happy.”
“But you won’t be happy. In the beginning, with everything that we’ll be dealing with, you’re gonna be miserable, we’ll both be miserable.”
“Not if I have you. Not if I have you and Layla. As long you’re by my side—” As if on cue “Look After You” by Aron Wright starts to play over the sound system. I stop talking and point up in the general direction of the speaker in the ceiling. “This. These words. This song.” I tilt my head and watch as he listens. The corners of his mouth pulling up into the faintest of smiles as he slowly nods.
“I can do that. I’ll be that man. If it’s what you want, I’ll always look after you.”
“It is what I want.”
He smiles, and it’s possibly the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile I’ve ever witnessed. “Yeah? You want that?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure? We’ve not even kissed yet. We’re discussing a future together, a commitment to be together, and we haven’t even kissed.”
“Then kiss me.”
“If I kiss you there’s no going back. Not for me.”
“Then I really want you to kiss me.”
He shakes his head, and again, my heart stops for a beat.
“No, you come to me, Bamm. You show me that this is really what you want. But I warn you now, if you do this, if you kiss me, I’ll kiss you back, and I’ll take. I’ll take it all, and there’ll be no returning to how things were. So, you best only kiss me if you’re all in. If you’re absolutely positive what you want is me, Layla, the life I lead, and all that entails”—he watches me in contemplative silence for a few long moments— “The rest, all of that we’ll figure out as we go.”
I nod. He’s in one corner of the sofa, I’m in the other. He holds out his hand. It’s such a very short distance, but I know if I take those few short steps and close the space, my life will be changed irrevocably. Like he said, there’ll be no going back. And I don’t care. I want this. I want him. I want our us. I want more than a crackle. I want lightning bolts.
So, I lean towards Max and allow him to take my hand.
Our us involves all of the forbidden things, but if we can overcome even a few of them, our us might just end up being all of the most magnificent things.
When he pulls me towards him, I allow it.
When I reach his hard body, I straddle it.
When he rests his forehead against mine, I lean into it.
Our lips are so close they’re just a breath away from touching. I flick out my tongue and wet mine in preparation for what I hope is to come. Because this, his kiss, and everything that will come after, is so very much what I want. All of it. Every part.
I tilt my head, and because we’re already so close, I need move only a fraction forward, and there it is, the crackle. The connection, the spark that ignites a flame inside me so hot and fierce, I’m one hundred per cent positive that it’ll very soon consume me.
My tongue flicks out again, but this time it’s his lips it brushes against in a quick, needy caress. He doesn’t respond, so I grip his hair, pull his mouth harder against mine, slide my tongue inside his mouth, and kiss him with everything I have.
When I get nothing in return, I pull back and look at him. His eyes are closed, but he doesn’t move.
Feeling confused, I ask, “I thought you were going to kiss me back?”
“I did . . . with my heart. Didn’t you feel it touching yours?”
And there it is, I’m obliterated.
Max
“Max.”
My name is a reverent sigh from her lips, which touches my very soul, seeps through to the marrow of my bones and bleeds into every cell in my body.
I slide my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and, bringing her mouth to mine, I do as I promised, I take it all.
Her lips are soft, her mouth is receptive, and her tongue is responsive to the strokes of mine. I grind my hips up to meet the heat between her legs, and when she pushes down against my hard dick, I have no control over the groan that escapes me.
“I want you,” I say against her mouth. “I want you so fucking bad, please tell me you’re sober and up for this?”
“I’ve never been up for any single thing more than this in my life.”
“You want me, Bamm?”
She grinds down even harder, pressing her hot little pussy against me. “Like you can’t even begin to imagine.”
I react instantly and flip her onto her back. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I position them either side of her head. Once my hips are pressing against hers, I kiss her again.
Slowly my mouth covers hers. My tongue pushes inside, her tongue pushes back. I taste her. We taste each other. Her fingers are in my hair as she forces my mouth harder against hers as I dig my fingers into her arse cheeks. She is pure fucking perfection. I’m so overwhelmed with the onslaught of sensations and emotions, my head spins. I groan into her mouth before reluctantly pulling away.
“I wanna rip Ms Pitstop off your body and fuck you senseless right here, but at the same time, I wanna carry you to your bedroom, remove every piece of clothing between us, and lick.” I lick up her throat. “Suck.” I suck on her earlobe before capturing it between my teeth. “Kiss.” I kiss her again, rocking into her with a rhythm that matches the caress of my tongue. “And worship every single inch of you.”
Her hips buck, and her fingers dig into my arse cheeks, pulling me into her before her hand slides under my T-shirt and her nails rake up and down my back. My entire body feels as if it’s about to explode, and I know I need to be inside her soon.
“What’s it gonna be, Bamm, talk to me? Sofa fuck, or naked worshipping in your bed?” I ask into her neck while sliding my hand under her sweatshirt and over her ribs.
She’s silent and barely moving for a few seconds longer than I’d like.
“I need you to breathe, baby. You’re gonna pass out on me if you keep holding your breath like that, and that doesn’t work for me.
I’d rather you were conscious for what I have planned. It’s actually a deal breaker if you’re not.”
She swallows and lets out a laugh, along with a long slow breath.
“You hear what I said?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, sofa or bed?”
“Yeah.”
I chuckle. “Yeah’s not an answer, Bamm.” I move to sit up on my knees and look down at her, she frowns up at me.
“Why’ve you stopped?”
“There’ll be no going back, you know that, right?”
She gives the smallest of smiles, nods, grabs the front of my T-shirt, and pulls me back down. My mouth crashes into hers. Her hips buck and grind against mine.
“Fuck it. I’m taking you to bed, I wanna be able to see all of you,” I tell her.
Manoeuvring one leg off the sofa and onto the floor, I manage to stand without letting her go. A quick glance down at Layla lets me know she’s sleeping soundly on her cot mattress with her fleece blankets tucked securely around her.
I carry Billie, who is still wrapped around me, to her bedroom and lay her back on the bed.
She bites down on the corner of her bottom lip while raking over my chest and face with her bright blue eyes. I pull off my T-shirt, and when she licks her lips, I have to draw in a ragged breath in an attempt to calm myself the fuck down. I want this so bad, and I want it to be good, for her, for me, for our us.
With shaking hands, I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my hips and thighs, taking my boxers and socks off with them. Her wide eyes follow my actions and take in every inch of me.
I kneel between her legs on the bed. Helping her off with her top, I’m made all too aware of the cast on her arm and what she’s recently been through. I don’t want to bring it up, but I need her to know she’s safe.
“We’ll take this at your pace. You want me to stop, slow down, go faster, you tell me, and I’ll make it happen. You got that?”
Her eyes are wide when they meet mine and she nods.
“Tell me you know that.”
“I know,” she says quietly.
My eyes dance across her face as I gently lay her back on the bed and, pull off her Penelope Pitstop pyjama bottoms, throw them to the floor, and stare. From her purple sparkly covered toenails, up the length of her shapely legs, the curve of her hips, her soft belly, tiny waist, and each of her perfect tits, I take it all in. Every delicious inch of her.
I hold out my hand, and when she takes it, I pull her back up to straddle me.
I cup the side of her face with one hand and hold on to her hip with the other, brushing my thumb over the soft skin there, I tell her, “I’m all yours. You’re in charge.”
She drags her top teeth over her bottom lip a couple of times as she looks down at my chest, then my abs, then to where my cock sits upright between us.
For Billie, I’ve learned dragging her teeth over her lip is something she does to control her nerves, but for me, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and I absolutely love that she’s clueless to this fact.
Moving my hand from her hip, I begin stroking myself. The tip of my cock glistens already, and how I haven’t exploded yet will forever remain a mystery.
Billie shocks the shit out of me and wraps her hand around mine and squeezes before she, too, starts to stroke me. We both watch, and it’s the most spectacularly erotic thing I’ve ever shared with a woman.
I move my hand away and, sliding it between her legs, I find her clit. With my middle finger, I rub a few times before adding another and sliding them through her oh-so-wet slit.
“Come fuck me, Bamm.”
Without a word, she rises up onto her knees, moves over me, positions herself, before sliding back down so fucking slowly I swear it nearly kills me. We don’t move. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, but we both remain perfectly still until I move my hands and grip each of her hips.
“Let me feel you,” I say as I press my lips to her ear.
She rises higher, before sliding back down, taking more of me this time as she does. Her pussy is gripping me almost as tightly as her hand was, and when she slides back down a third time and I’m buried balls deep, I grind into her. Helping to move her by holding on to her hips, we find our rhythm and, very soon, we pick up the pace. Her tits bounce, and everything about her is so fucking perfect that I know I’m not gonna last long. When she arches her back, tilts her head, and lets out a soft moan, I take one nipple, gently into my mouth and find her clit again, this time with my thumb.
She bucks against me and I feel the first contractions of her internal muscles gripping my cock. I move my mouth from her tits so I can watch her come.
“Look at me. I need to see you, baby. Eyes on me.”
She’s been practically silent this whole time, but when our eyes meet, and she grinds down hard, rocking her clit against me, she lets out another moan so loud, so full of everything she’s feeling, that it touches a place inside me I never knew existed, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Pushing Billie to her back, I bend her knee, push it towards her shoulder and angle myself, so I can be inside her as deep as possible.
And then I fuck her.
But it’s not enough.
Not for me.
Not for her.
Not for our us.
By digging her nails into my arse cheeks, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips, pushing her heels into the small of my back, and grinding her hips to meet mine thrust for thrust, her body tells me exactly what it wants, even before the words spill like a whispered murmur from her lips. “More, Max. More. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Pushing myself up on one arm so I can see her, I look down. “Eyes, Bamm. Eyes on me. Let me see you come.”
When she gives me what I want, I’m done. Billie’s mouth drops open, and she lets out a groan as her entire body pulses and convulses around mine and I spill into her. We don’t break eye contact once.
Our bodies as close as two humans can be, I remain pressed against her as I stare down at her face. He lips are parted, cheeks flushed as her breaths come slow and deep.
Amy Sharks “Adore” plays over the sound system and this moment couldn’t be more perfect if I’d cued the music on purpose.
The tips of her fingers stroke up and down my back, my dick twitches in response. Billie’s internal muscles react by contracting and squeezing my dick, which twitches again and we both laugh. I’m hard again in seconds.
I lean in and kiss her mouth hard while caressing both her breasts. Pulling away, I tell her, “I want you again. You ready for me?”
She drags her teeth over my shoulder before sighing out a, “oh yes.”
Flipping her on to her belly I pull her up by her hips so her arse is in the air facing me. I use my knees to spread her legs wider, leaving her open to me. There’s a mixture of her and me spilling out of her and I groan and start stroking myself at the site.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. I wanna fuck every one of your holes. Fill you up baby. Every. Fucking. Where.” I push two fingers inside her as I talk. She pushes back, so I grab her hair and wrap it around my hand. Pulling her almost upright, I bite down on her shoulder before saying against her ear, “Your greedy little pussy want more, Bamm?”
She’s already filled with my fingers, but I can’t fucking wait to have my cock back inside her. When she pushes back again in response to my question, I move my hand between her shoulders and ease her back down on to all fours. I slip my soaking wet fingers out of her and slide them to her clit and begin stroking. She groans, louder this time. I squeeze her hip as she cocks her arse higher.
“Use your words, Bamm. You want me, you fucking tell me.”
“Please, please, Max. Again, I want you again.”
Feeling like I’m king of the fucking world, I bury my cock inside her with one single thrust and lose myself inside Billie Wild.
Billie
I wake to the sensation of my nose being squeezed a
nd my hair being pulled. When I open my eyes, Layla is lying beside me. I’m facing her, she’s facing me.
I’m naked.
She’s wearing a nappy.
I’m. Naked.
Max’s dark head appears over his daughter’s, and his eyes smile down at me.
“I’m naked,” I croak.
“Exactly the way I like you,” he replies while prying Layla’s grip from my nose. He leans in and kisses it as Layla grabs a handful of the whiskers on his chin.
“I’m in bed with your daughter . . . and I’m naked.”
“She don’t care either.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Where are her babygro and vest?”
“We slept in, and her nappy was wet and had soaked through her clothes. I gave her a quick bath in your sink but have no clean clothes for her. I need to nip across the road and grab some.”
He lifts Layla against his bare chest and sits back against the headboard. His hand reaches out and brushes my hair behind my ear as I sit up next to him, pulling the quilt with me to cover my boobs.
Layla’s perfect pink baby skin against Max’s ink is possibly one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever woken up to and causes my womb to contract and my ovaries to rock from side to side as they perform a happy dance inside me.
“Sorry this isn’t the standard morning-after scenario.” Max’s eyes apprehensively meet mine.
I shake my head. “Last night wasn’t standard, we’re not standard. This . . . this is the perfect morning-after scenario.” I scrape my fingernails across the tattooed skin on Max’s chest before kissing Layla’s bare back, Max’s bare shoulder, Layla’s dark head, and Max’s soft lips. “I need the bathroom,” I whisper against his mouth.
I shift to the edge of the bed, and finding nothing around me to pull on, fuelled by our pre-sex conversation and Max’s constant reassurances, I walk away naked.
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