Rescued by the Bad Boy (Bad Boys on Holiday Book 4) (6 page)

H
aley had never done
it in a supply closet before. In fact, she’d never done it in
any
public space before. The closest she’d come was last night in the lifeguard tower, and that little fantasy was dashed by her nosy aunt.

But this time, no one had seen them slip away—Haley’d made sure of it. Her parents were still locked in battle, and the rest of her family was eating cake, gushing over Anna and the upcoming wedding.

For the first time since they met, Haley and Max were totally alone.

Her body was still humming with the raw, primal energy of their dance, desperate for the only outlet that would satisfy her.

The sign on the door said Employees Only, but Max ignored it, pushing open the door, quickly pulling her inside. No words were exchanged—they didn’t need them.

The supply room was about the size of a walk-in closet—plenty of room for their purposes. Haley kicked the door shut, bathing them in darkness. She didn’t even have time to take a breath before Max was on her, pinning her against the door, kissing her passionately.

She’d never been so turned on in her life.

His hands slid into her hair as he devoured her mouth, his hungry kiss leaving her weak and delirious. She might have collapsed if not for the hard, solid weight of his body holding her up.

He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, working his way down her chest with feverish desperation. Through the clingy fabric of her dress, he bit her nipple, his hand clamped down hard over her mouth to keep her from crying out in sheer pleasure. His mouth was hot on her breast, his lips and teeth relentless, sucking and then grazing, every kiss flooding her core with hot, molten need.

His hand slid between her legs, fingers stroking her into a silky lather. God, she wanted him inside her, pumping her hard and deep, stretching her wide, filling her completely.

But instead of freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pants, Max dropped to his knees.

“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice low and guttural. “Now.”

Haley leaned her head back against the door and sucked in a deep breath. The air in the room was stuffy, and it smelled like bleach and the salty ocean, but Haley didn’t care. Nothing mattered but Max, his mouth, his touch. She’d already lost her panties during their dinner games, and now she gathered her dress in her hands, lifted it up to her breasts, and showed Max
exactly
what she wanted, exactly how badly she needed it.

Kneeling before her, Max gripped her thighs, guiding her legs apart as he pressed his mouth to her belly, his kisses leaving red-hot sparks of pure pleasure on her skin.

Haley slid her fingers into his thick, silky hair, pulling him closer as he traced a path across her lower belly with his tongue, from one hip bone to the other, then back again, each time sliding lower, lower still, teasing, testing. She throbbed for him, her flesh superheated by his teasing caress, every kiss winding her tight as a drum.

Even with her eyes closed and the darkness enshrouding them, Haley knew Max was rock hard for her. All she wanted to do was drop down and straddle him, rip off those pants, take him in fast and deep. God, she ached to feel that smooth, hard cock slide all the way inside her…

But she could tell by the way he kissed her—
worshipped
her was more like it—that Max was a man who took his sweet, torturous time, even now, where every minute that passed meant a greater chance at getting busted.

She didn’t care. At this point, she was too far gone to worry about it.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged. “I’m about to explode. I swear to God.”

Max let out a low growl, then slid his tongue between her thighs, swirling it against her clit.

Haley’s knees nearly buckled. “Max!”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You taste like heaven. You know that?”

Haley didn’t bother with a response. She had no use for talking, for breathing, for anything except this man’s expert tongue sliding inside her, making her feel things she’d only read about in books. Her legs trembled, her body flooding with sensation at every hot, wet stroke. Max commanded her flesh, owned her. She surrendered; her body was his, completely.

Max guided her leg over his shoulder, pressing his mouth to her clit, sucking it between his lips. Just when she thought she’d explode from sensory overload, he pulled back, then plunged his tongue deep inside her.

“Oh my God.” Haley was sliding down the door, her shoulders banging against the cold metal, but Max was relentless, licking and sucking, pushing her all the way to the edge. “I’m so close. I can’t… I can’t hold back.”

Max groaned, the vibration teasing her clit, his lips and tongue urging her closer and closer until there was nothing left to do but let go.

The tingling started low in her belly, warmth spreading outward like a flame, her legs trembling as he licked her faster, harder, fucking her with his whole mouth, harder… deeper… faster…

“Max! Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop!” She pulled his hair and arched her hips into his kiss as the orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave after wave, racking her body with endless tremors until she was left shivering and spent and completely, utterly blissed.

Slowly, Max pulled back, leaving a trail of blazing hot kisses up her thigh, her belly, her breasts as he rose up from the floor. With a feather-light touch he nuzzled her neck, giving her a moment to come back to earth.

She had no idea how much time passed. A minute? Five? A day? But the moment she regained her strength, Haley had only one thing on her mind.

Grabbing Max’s belt, Haley yanked him close, claiming his mouth in a possessive kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

She didn’t pull away until she needed air.

Max whispered her name into her mouth.

And then she dropped to her knees.

H
aley was on her knees
, her fingers fumbling with his belt as Max threaded his hands into her silky hair.

He was still reeling from the taste of her, his mouth buzzing from their kiss, aching for another taste, and he wished more than anything he could see her face, could look into those big green eyes as she fisted his cock and brought it to her lips.

He heard her gasp, felt the hot exhale of her breath and the flick of her tongue, and it was all he could do not to grab the back of her head and fuck that hot little mouth until he was totally spent.

“Harder,” he breathed. “Harder.”

With one hand cupping his balls, she tightened her fist and stroked him harder, faster, still teasing his tip with her lips and tongue. God, she felt so fucking good. So perfect.

Her lips parted, and Max melted inside that lush mouth, his cock sliding against her velvet tongue. Haley took him in deeper, relaxing her throat as Max slid all the way in.

“Jesus fuck, that’s… so… good.”

She moaned in pleasure, the vibration buzzing along the length of his cock as she sucked him harder, deeper…

Fuck me…

He couldn’t take it another minute. He was gonna come, and he didn’t want it like this. No way. Max needed to be balls deep when he unloaded, and
not
in her mouth.

He pulled out, his dick immediately rebelling at the loss of contact. He didn’t give Haley time to ask questions. Just grabbed her hands and hauled her up, then spun her around, pinning her against the door, capturing her wrists above her head.

With his free hand, Max yanked up the bottom of her dress and slid his fingers inside her from behind, the heat of his touch making her whole body shudder. She was so responsive to him, so hot and willing. She let out a moan, and it took all his strength not to come right there.

“Shh,” he warned. “They’ll hear you.” Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get her home, back in the secluded privacy of his cottage where she could scream his name in pleasure. But that was later, and he couldn’t wait for later. Not when she was so hot and willing, melting at his every touch, teasing him with those soft little sighs.

He’d take her here, and he’d take her now.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, hard and fast, just like this.” He buried his face in the hair at the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “You good with that?”

“I thought you didn’t do quickies,” she panted.

“I’ll make an exception.”

“Thank God.” She arched her hips to give him access, her perfect plum of an ass brushing against his cock, urging him on.

He released her wrists and rolled on the condom, sliding into her from behind, burying himself in her soft flesh. Fuck, she was so tight, so fucking wet.

“Hard and fast,” he said again, dragging his cock out slow, then slamming back into her.

“God, yes.” Haley braced herself against the door, pushing back against his thrust as he gripped her hips, crashing into her again and again. Her pussy was so smooth, so fucking hot, he knew right there a weekend would never be enough. Not for all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to fuck her. To own her.

Jesus fuck…
picturing her naked in his house, taking her eight ways from Sunday… the soft heat… her muffled gasps of pleasure… the friction as he slammed against her ass, driving his cock all the way inside… it was too much. Max couldn’t hold out much longer.

He needed to make her come. Now.

Forcing himself to slow down, he reached around her front, his fingers seeking her clit. She was so wet for him, so fucking hot, his lightest touch had her instantly trembling.

“I want you to come again for me,” he whispered into her hair, his hips grinding against her ripe ass. “Nice and slow.”

He bit her neck, her shoulder, kissing her flesh as he pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in, inch by agonizing inch. It was delicious torture for both of them.

“Max,” she whispered. “I can’t wait. Please. Please make me come.”

At her words, he increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers slipping over the sensitive flesh, bringing her closer and closer…

“Come for me,” he growled. “Now.”

“Max! Oh my God!” She shuddered against the door, her pussy tightening around his cock, stroking and sucking him as he massaged her clit, fucking her hard and fast once again. She shoved back into his thrust, trembling and hot, and he slammed into her again and again, faster, harder, faster, fucking her all the way through her orgasm until he couldn’t hold out another second.

Haley’s whole body relaxed against the door, and with a final gasp, Max grabbed her hips and buried himself to the hilt, spilling out in a white-hot torrent until he had absolutely nothing left.

* * *

“
W
ait
!” Haley grabbed his arm, her voice high with panic.

They were back out in the hallway now, ready to sneak back to the bar like they hadn’t just had the hottest fucking sex in Max’s recent memory.

His head was still spinning, so focused on replaying every hot and sexy moment of that little fantasy that he hadn’t even noticed the people at the end of the hall until Haley freaked out.

”Great,” she whispered. “We’re trapped.”

Two of Max’s favorite people—Haley’s Aunt Bev and her ex—were standing around gabbing, effectively blocking their exit. There was no way Max and Haley could slip back into the restaurant unnoticed.

“Screw ‘em,” Max said. “Do you really care what they think?”

“Uh, I care that they don’t make a scene at my sister’s rehearsal dinner, and that’s exactly what they’ll do if they catch us.”

Max shrugged. “Tell them we were in the restroom.”

“The one on the other side of the bar?” Haley rolled her eyes, pulling Max back into the shadows.

Her face still had a light sheen of sweat, and despite her best efforts, she hadn’t been able to tame that wild sex-hair. Max ran a hand through his own mop, undoubtedly sticking up all over the damn place. Didn’t matter if they got past her aunt. The two of them were a walking advertisement.

“Come on.” Max grabbed Haley’s hand, leading her back down the hallway, past their supply closet, to the emergency exit. No alarm sounded when he pushed it open. No lights flashed.

The door led out to the delivery area behind the restaurant, facing the park loop road, away from the beach.

“Done this before, I see,” she said, smirking as they headed outside.

“Nah. Just been here enough times to know the secrets.”

It was true. Sure, there’d been plenty of hot women working the Beachcomber over the years, but Max knew better than to screw where he ate. Hooking up with come-and-go-tourists had always been a safer bet—less drama. At least, until now.

They cut around the side of the restaurant and headed down to the beach. The shore and water were packed with tourists—it had been a fairly warm day, and the sun was still blazing in the sky. Max spotted a couple of lifeguards in the mix, and the tower was probably manned as well, but he didn’t care enough to find out.

Right now, he only had eyes for one.

“Saved you again,” Max said, reaching for her hand. “You’re lucky I’m not keeping score.”

But Haley didn’t laugh this time. She pulled away from his grasp, walking down to the shore. Max followed. The ocean was calm—plenty of people splashing around nearby—but still, Max kept a respectful distance.

“Listen,” she said, staring out at the sea. “I get that this whole thing is kind of… weird. Probably more than you bargained for.”

“Eh. I think it’s safe to say the benefits outweigh the cost on this one.”

She turned to face him, clearly distressed. “I’m subjecting you to my mother. My aunt. And my ex-boyfriend. And he’s got the dick volume turned way up this weekend.”

That’s one way to put it.

Max shrugged. “Can’t blame the guy. I’d be pissed as hell if I’d let you get away.”

A strange look crossed her face—one that looked decidedly like fear.

“Hey! Don’t read into it,” he said, flashing her a cocky grin. “I’m just here for the sex. Okay, and the mozzarella sticks. But that’s it.”

She tried to smile, but her eyes were dim. “Max. I really appreciate you showing up today, but maybe we should just—”

He cut her off with a kiss, pulling her tight against his chest. She was so soft, so warm as he melted against her curves. For reasons he didn’t feel like analyzing just then, he didn’t want to hear whatever came out of her mouth next. He didn’t even want to think about it.

When he pulled away, the color had returned to her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled again.

“No more talking about family and exes,” he said. “Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Come on.” He held out his arm, nodding toward the other end of the beach, away from the restaurant and all the rental cottages and tourists. “I want to show you something.”