“Faster,” she urged. “Harder. As hard as you want.”
She was driving him nuts again and already he was ready to blow. Way quicker than what he’d wanted because she was putting up a fight. He loved it.
He slid his hands under her T-shirt and bra, which she still had on even after removing her holstered weapons. He gripped her breasts, teased her nipples. On a whim, he nibbled at her ear and the back of her neck.
She responded to that last move immediately; her hands grabbed his, her hips slamming back against him. He bit the back of her neck harder and she cried out. Her muscles clamped down on his cock again as she came and this time he came with her. Both of them groaning and sweating into her shredded sheets.
When they were done, Zé rolled away from her and she dropped facedown onto the bed. They stayed like that for a while, the sound of their panting the only thing they heard . . . until they realized they weren’t the only ones panting.
Zé sat up and Max looked over her shoulder.
“Out!” she ordered the three dogs standing in the open doorway, and they took off running.
She laughed. “Perverts.”
* * *
Max grabbed some of the leftover Chinese food and a couple of beers, bringing them back to her room. They ate in silence but watched each other the entire time. When they finished, Zé picked up all the trash and took it downstairs. Max went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean washcloth, and ran it under the water.
When Zé walked in, Max crouched in front of him, using the cloth to carefully wipe his dick. Then she tossed it away and replaced it with her mouth, sucking him in deep until he hit the back of her throat.
His fingers slid into her hair and he massaged her scalp as she did the same to his cock. She didn’t rush it, taking her time to lean back until only the head remained in her mouth, and then going deep again. She hummed a few times, too.
Zé dug his fingers in deep, curling her hair into his fist. She thought he was about to come, but he pulled her off him and brought her up. His kiss was rough and demanding, slamming her into the bathroom wall. His hands explored the rest of her, tugging her nipples, slipping into her pussy, playing with her ass.
Eventually, he turned her around and forced her over the sink. He opened the medicine chest above her head and found the condoms. Then he was inside her again. Fucking her again.
She was beginning to worry she’d never get enough of his cock. It felt so good.
He used two fingers to grab her clit, tugging and twisting until she came again. But he wasn’t done, so neither was she. He continued to play while he continued to fuck and Max could do nothing but come, too.
* * *
The sun was just coming up when he found her on top of him, taking her time to slowly fuck him. She had his hands pressed against her breasts, her head thrown back as she enjoyed herself.
He loved the way she moved. Her hips writhing, pressing down on him. All the while she squeezed him with her pussy, making him insane.
“You feel so good inside me,” she said, smiling down at him.
Gripping her waist, he leaned up, catching one nipple in his mouth. He tugged it, got it wet, blew on it, sucked it. Anything to make her squirm. Then did the same to the other one.
When they finally came, it was mostly with hoarse groaning. It was all they could manage at this point.
As Max lay on top of him, nearly falling asleep again, Charlie’s voice boomed from below, “You two better not have been fucking in my kitchen!”
Zé chuckled. “Told you it was a good idea to move out of her kitchen.”
“Yes, yes. The cat’s always right. Now close the bedroom door before the dogs come back.”
chapter TWENTY-FIVE
“I want you bastards to stay out of my room!”
Keane looked up from his breakfast to see his baby brother stomping around the kitchen with his backpack over his shoulder.
“I don’t like when you guys are in my stuff!”
“What are you talking about?” Shay asked.
“You know what I’m talking about. You all know what I’m talking about!” He pointed an accusing finger at them. “It’s not my fault what’s going on with Natalie. And I told you she’d be back! So stop blaming me! I’ve got enough happening in my life right now!”
Then their baby brother stormed out of the house, heading to one of his science or math summer classes in preparation for college, Keane guessed.
“What the fuck was that about?” Finn asked.
“I’m not sure going to college right now is in his best interest,” Shay said, devouring his oatmeal. “Maybe he should take one of those gap-year things.”
“Fuck that,” Keane snarled. “He’s going to college. And if either one of you mentions ‘gap year’ to him, I’ll break your legs.”
“Can I just say”—Finn rapped his knuckles against the table—“it’s always a delight being around you, big brother.”
* * *
Charlie handed over a plate of muffins to Zé and smirked when he thanked her and went out the back door humming. She hadn’t seen him that relaxed since he’d arrived.
Her sister was still upstairs asleep, which was also a change. Usually Max was coming in the back door, covered in honey and bee stings. For her not to spend the night raiding local hives was definitely something new.
Stevie had opted to spend the night in the city at the Jean-Louis Parker home so that she and Oriana could get up early and get right to work on their ballet. Shen stayed with her, of course. Kyle, however, had returned at daybreak and gone right into the garage to work, which was where he was at that very moment. If he’d had fun at his party, he didn’t really show it. The kid seemed a little young to be this stressed out, but Stevie hadn’t been much better when she was eighteen.
Of course, it was because of Stevie that Charlie felt the need to keep an eye on Kyle. She knew how hard child prodigies were on themselves. These were driven, determined children, who wanted nothing more than to do their work and be brilliant at it all the time. Bumps in the road weren’t easy for them. A small bump could sideline them for days, months, even years. A large bump could put them out of commission forever. Unlike Max, who had been rolling with all sorts of drama hitting her life, Stevie didn’t simply roll with her problems. Sometimes she made what Charlie called a “panic-run,” meaning she charged through some problems without even bothering to look up because she was so determined to put them behind her. But sometimes, and these were the times that really worried Charlie, Stevie would get depressed. So depressed that Charlie was nothing but relieved when her baby sister checked herself into a mental health recovery center.
Not wanting Kyle to suffer that kind of depression—few people were as aware of their mental health as Stevie, including Charlie herself—Charlie made sure the kid ate regularly, got exercise, took some time off from his work, and found some friends his own age. Well, she hadn’t managed that last one. Kyle was a lot to take. Regular kids didn’t want anything to do with him. Charlie was sure that her seventeen-year-old self would have stuck his head in one of the school toilets and flushed. Still, there had to be kids he could hang with. Kids who got him, even if they weren’t necessarily geniuses themselves. She just had to find them.