A Reason to Kill (Reason #2) (19 page)

“Put me down,” I ordered.

“Nope, that little stunt just moved you straight from questionable to possible, now we’re gonna find out how possible.”

“Possible what?”

“Possible long term pain in my ass.”

“I don’t wanna be a possible anything with you,” I cried out, because honestly, this was beyond the pale. Hauling me around the forest in the middle of the night, ordering me around as if I were a child, a few days ago, he’d been flirty, now he’s just bossy, no thank you!

“Considerin’ you’re in the forest in the middle of the night, using a green cock, no less, to light your way. I’m thinkin’ you don’t have enough sense to know what you want.”

That made sense and it pissed me off, but I don’t care. As of right now I’m done being ordered around by Stetson, SIOZ, and most certainly Thor, God of Thunder!

“Fine, you want to talk so you can see we’re incompatible, then we’ll talk, at your mother's, not your house,” I snapped.

“Oh, there’ll be talkin’ all right and fair bit of you screamin’ my fuckin’ name.”

“Oh, no . . . no, no, no, NO! I’ll never get Naked Max out of my head, Wet Max was bad enough.”

“Wet Max? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“You, wet, splashing water at the lake, I’ve had that in my head for three days. I’ll never get Naked Max out of my head, put me down,” I shouted and pounded his back.

“Well, “Mad Max” doesn’t give a fuck,” he growled, “no fuckin’ way am I lettin’ you wander around the forest with a killer on the loose. And no fuckin’ way am I lettin’ you leave until we know for sure.”

“I can already answer that Max we’d drive each other nuts. You’ll order me around and I won’t listen.”

He stopped then, put me on my feet with a jarring thud, and leaned in. The glow from the Green Willie made his green eyes more vivid, angrier somehow. Then his eyes softened as he looked at me and he cupped my face with both hands.

“Thirty–three years I’ve lived on this mountain and not once in that time has woman pissed me off or turned me on more. When you asked Stetson if you could go home, the first thought in my head had been “No fuckin’ way.” I knew then I was just like my dad. You’re not gonna push me away because you’re scared of whatever the fuck it is you think about me, do you hear me? While you’re here, we're gonna ride this until we fall off battered and bruised or hold on tight ‘cause it’s what we both want,” he ordered.

He had me at “turned me on more.” Therefore, I grabbed his neck, pulled him down so my lips were on his and whispered, “Anyway I can see Wet Max and Naked Max at the same time?”

“Christ, you drive me mad,” he whispered back and then kissed me—thoroughly, I might add.

Then, up I went, over his shoulder, and down the ridge he climbed. All while I made room for Naked Max in my mind. He wanted to see if we were compatible, fine. I suppose I could muddle through sex with him one time to find out. Sometimes a girl just has to sacrifice for the greater good! The greater good being, proving to Max we wouldn’t work. Yes, I know I should stand my ground, but I think I’ve mentioned more than once that he’s Thor, God of Thunder. What woman in their right mind wouldn’t be tempted?

Eleven

Naked Max

“Max.”

“Almost there.”

“Max, please.”

“Jesus, it’s in there tight.”

“I’m gonna lose it,” I whimpered.

“One more second, don’t move,” he chuckled as he extracted a bug from my hair.

True to his word, when I’d asked him for Wet Max and Naked Max he’d taken me to some hot springs near his home.

I’d geared myself up the whole way, worried about my body falling short, my participation being less than spectacular, also telling myself I wasn’t making the hugest mistake of my life.

While Max drove, he’d pulled me close and kept his hand on my thigh teasing me with his fingers. Naturally, I was a bundle of nerves by the time we’d arrived and when he helped me out, my mouth ran away with me to stall. He ignored my rapid-fire questions about the springs and grabbed me at my waist, hauled me to him, then buried his hands in my hair and kissed my reservations away. That is until a bug landed on my head tangling in my hair.

“Is it gone?” I asked, jumping around.

Max held up the offending bug and then tossed it into the air. I watched it take flight and kept my eyes on the creepy-crawler until I knew it wasn’t coming back. The problem was, I should have kept my eyes on Max.

When I turned back, his shirt was gone and he was toeing off his boots. My breath hitched like the first time I’d seen all his hard lines and flexing muscles, and I froze. Max saw it, shook his head and grinned, then
down
went his jeans. He stood up, giving me a perfect view of all God gave him, and it was a lot, by the way, and then dove into the hot springs.

He surfaced, ran those big hands through his hair, smoothing it back, all while he stared me down. (This is the part where my heart started pounding and my mouth went dry.) He stood up, made his way back towards me, as I scanned his body and watched how the water ran down, around, and over his chest, abs, and Thor’s hammer. (This is also when I pulled the shirt from my body.)

Wet Max plus Naked Max equaled Turned on Mia.

Max reached me as my jeans hit the ground, and just like earlier, he put his hands to my ass and picked me up, as I wrapped my legs around him. Still in my bra and panties, his mouth claimed mine as he walked back into the water. I inhaled sharply when the hot water touched my skin. Then Max submerged us both, as I stayed locked around his body.

When we surfaced, Max moved to the side of the spring and leaned forward until he’d pinned my body with his own. Then his hands moved up, my bra disappeared, and he grabbed my hands to pin them over my head. Without a word, he leaned down, claimed a nipple, flicked his tongue across the tight bud, and I whispered “Yes,” as his mouth began to make my body sing.

I tilted my head down to watch as his mouth sucked, bit, and flicked until a rapid burn had my body moving against his. He released my hands, grabbed me under the arms, then lifted me from the water and placed my back on the edge of the bank. With one tug, my panties were gone. Max grabbed my legs, then spread them wide, leaned down and flicked my clit as my back bowed from the warmth of his mouth.

I whimpered deep in my throat as his tongue worked its magic, while I wrapped my hands in his hair and kept him right where I needed him. His beard rubbed against my sensitive skin and added an indescribable bonus to his mouth. The combination had me squirming and I could feel the mud under my back. Dirt be damned, I wanted this, and intended to have my fill.

“Christ, you taste like warm honey, so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled as his hand joined his mouth. He slid two fingers in and started thrusting as my legs began to shake.

“Please—” I husked as his fingers found
that
spot. Then he thrust twice more, found the spot again, sucked hard on my clit and my body took flight.

My back bowed as I cried out, his fingers and tongue still working me through my release. As I came down, he crawled up my body, tasting his way to my mouth. When he reached my lips, he kissed me slowly till I was relaxed, sated from my release. However, Max wasn’t done. He tore his mouth from mine and bit out, “Condom?” as he grabbed his cock and begin to stroke.

“Pill,” I choked out as I watched his hand work his shaft.

His eyes turned darker as he scanned my curves, then he leaned down, centered himself, and slowly pushed in. I moaned as he entered, my head falling back as he filled me, stretched me. Max inhaled sharply as his jaw tightened, his eyes hooded, and then he buried himself deep. With both hands on my hips, he pulled out and then slammed back in as he grunted, “Jesus, you feel like warm silk.”

Then, with a growl on his lips, he leaned down, grabbed my neck, and pulled me up until my chest slammed into his, crushing my breasts against his warm hard chest. He claimed my mouth again as he wrapped his hands around my shoulders, anchoring me to his body. One hand grabbed a fist full of hair and he yanked back, exposing my neck. Then he bit his way to my ear, his hips still thrusting, powering in and back out, as I held on to his neck for support.

“I‘m not stoppin’ till you scream my name,” he whispered. His warm breath and promise of heaven caused my core to tighten. “Show me,” he grunted as he slammed my body on his cock.

The force of his thrust had the desired effect as another climax built quickly. Needing it more than I needed air in my lungs, I bit his bottom lip to get his attention.

“I’ll show if you tell,” I answered, feeling bolder than I had in my life.

“You want “the tell” you got it. I’m gonna ride that sweet pussy of yours until you give me what I want. Then I’m gonna bury myself so deep in your sweetness you’ll feel me in your throat.”

“That works,” I gasped as he slammed me down and took my mouth.

It was beautiful the way our bodies seemed in sync. The give, the take, the push, the pull, the power in his strokes, the way I knew to tilt or roll my hips for maximum pleasure for us both. He gave as good as he got, and when I was about to give him "the show," he pulled me off, flipped me over, and placed me on the bank. I was about to protest when he crawled over my back, bit his way up my spine, as his hand came between my legs and he surged his fingers back in.

“Ride my hand,” he ordered so I surged back on his hand as his other came up, his thumb and forefinger both finding my nipple and pinching hard.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered as his thumb found my clit and then rolled it.

Just as I was about to give him what he wanted a second time, he withdrew his hand, lined up behind me and slammed in, riding me like the sex God he was.

One hand on my hip, he grunted with each thrust then reached down, found my clit again, applied pressure and I ignited. My climax was so profound I felt my atoms split and then merge again as my body shuddered around him. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life, and the result of the experience, he got his show—his name spilling from my lips.

Max grunted, “There’s the show,” with his final thrust and then buried himself deep and held. He groaned as he spilled into my warm depths, shuddering through his release. When he was done, with labored breath, he leaned down, buried his face in my neck, and kissed his way up. When he got near my ear, he bit the lobe, as his hands found my breasts, cupping them. Then he lifted me from the bank and we fell back into the warm water.

Max floated on his back as my body rested on his as we both caught our breath, but neither of us spoke. There was no way to put into words how connected, truly alive I'd felt wrapped in his arms. From the first kiss until now, there had been a feeling of home. Now it was stronger, coursing through me like warm, sweet honey . . . a feeling completeness. Like I’d known him, lost him, and then found him again.

Trying not to panic since this was supposed to be just sex, not a life-altering moment. I concentrated on his fingers running up and down my arms, as I took in our surroundings. It was peaceful, surrounded by nature, the sound of the water, the smell of the trees, the wind blowing gently as we floated.

“You ok?” he whispered in my ear as I continued to ignore what had just happened and focus on the stars.

They twinkled brighter out here than in the city and every night since arriving, I’d gone outside when night fell. It struck me while gazing at their beauty that it was almost like standing in a room full of diamonds. Unfortunately, their brilliance couldn’t stop my mind from wondering how the hell I’d ended up naked with this man, or, more to the point, how I could feel the way I do when it should be impossible in a few short days. So, I ignored his question about how I was feeling and flipped over, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Do you come out here to camp?” I inquired avoiding anything that had to do with feelings.

“Sometimes,” he answered as he brushed the hair from my face. Max seemed to be watching me for a reaction so I smiled as if I didn’t have a care in the world. His eyes gentled when I smiled, then he leaned in, ran his nose against mine, and whispered, “I missed the tattoo the other night, might have taken you then if I’d known.”

I was proud of my tattoo, a bear paw, right on my pelvic bone. It took me months to build up the courage to get it and when I did, I was proud as hell for overcoming my fear. In addition, if I do say so myself, it is kinda hot.

“I’m not that easy, you wouldn’t have succeeded,” I laughed.

“You do know we have a problem don’t you,” he responded ignoring my protest.

Confused, I looked around then asked, “What’s that?”

“That,” he kissed my lips quickly, “was great fuckin’ sex and moved you from possible to probable pain in my ass. If you use that mouth as well as you sing, I’ll tie you to my bed so you can’t leave.”

“Max,” I whispered, not sure what to say.

“Mia.”

Panicked for no other reason than I shouldn’t feel this way, I blurted out, “I agree the sex was amazing, but my life is in shambles and I need to sort it out, not get involved with you.”

Leaning in, Max smoothed the hair from my eyes and replied calmly “We’ll see,” as he took my mouth in a long, leisurely kiss. A kiss, by the way, that woke both our bodies up so we got around to finding out how talented my mouth really is. Unfortunately, his resounding “Fuck,” told me I’d better avoid his bed in the future if I wanted to leave.