Her Best Friend's Brother (6 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next few days passed in a blur of sex and sleep and lazing on the beach. She didn’t think she had ever been so content in her life, but here, now, with Max, she most certainly was.

Max arranged for a tour of the island, and she donned her swimsuit beneath her clothing and prepared a bag with sunscreen, towels and bottled water to take with them.

A beautiful woman in her late forties showed up in a battered but bright red Jeep, the kind used to transport soldiers or for African safaris. She introduced herself and invited them to climb aboard, making small talk as they left the resort and drove by the airport, and the new upscale shopping center.

She loved the bright colors of the homes and learned that some families were so tied to their political parties, they painted their houses their party color in support.

The woman chatted about Aruba history, pointed out landmarks and local favorites, and finally left the highway to a dirt and gravel road that wound up a rocky hill.

“Where are we going,” she murmured to Max.

“You’ll see,” he said, smiling at her as their guide traveled the rocky, unbelievably bumpy way until they rounded the top and began a white-knuckled descent.

It was worth the gray hair and anxiousness Chloe decided. Because the moment they arrived the woman handed them a small bag of bread, some snorkeling masks and waved them on to the natural pool.

They weren’t alone. There were others already there, but they didn’t have bread and when she and Max stripped down to their suits and carried the bread into the water, the small fish began to swarm around them. They were all so beautiful! Bright yellows and reds, blacks. Every shape and size imaginable.

She and Max shared their bread with some of the teens nearby and played in the pool until they tired. From there, their guide retraced the harrowing climb, and drove them to a more secluded beach, warning them to stay on the very edge because of the riptides. She and Max climbed out and strolled along the sugary sand, took a few pictures, and back into the Jeep they went for the tour to continue. They went to a natural bridge, and also climbed into an underwater cave filled with beautiful black stones, worn smooth by the surf. Unlike the superstitions of Hawaii where taking stones is said to bring bad luck, their guide assured them that these stones were different—and would bring happiness from the island.

They ate lunch at a little stand the guide recommended, and went on to see some hieroglyphics left by ancient islanders. This side of the island was covered in cactus, and the guide warned to watch for snakes on the rocky walk.

By the time they returned to the resort, Chloe was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a nap. Max ordered room service, while she ran a bath.

While the tub filled, she jumped in and out of the shower, not bothering to dry off before lowering herself into the tub. Max entered the bathroom soon after she was neck-deep in bubbles.

“Is that scented,” he asked, eyeing the froth with a wary expression.

She scooped up some bubbles and blew them in Max’s direction. “Afraid you’ll smell like me?”

Max chuckled and stripped off his clothes.

“Not so long as you’re naked. Move over.”

“Shower first,” she said. “I know it’s weird, but it’s a pet peeve of mine. I hate dirty water.” She waited, wondering if Max would protest her request or comment on the idiosyncrasy. He didn’t, and she relaxed a bit more while she watched him bathe. His arms bulged every time he moved, and when he turned toward the spray, she got an unfettered view of his very taut behind. His legs were long and hairy, muscled like the rest of him, and his abs… Oh, what she’d give to have abs. Maybe not as defined as Max’s, but still—not as soft as hers were?

She was still staring at Max’s six-pack when his cock began to thicken and rise toward his stomach. It was kind of amazing, seeing it actually happen.

She lifted her gaze to his and watched as he turned off the shower and stepped onto the towel she’d placed on the floor between the enclosure and the tub.

“Now will you move over,” he murmured.

She scooted forward in the tub and gave Max room to lower himself down behind her. The moment he was settled he tugged her back against his chest.

“Did you enjoy the tour.”

Chloe shifted her head off of his shoulder and onto his arm to better see him. “You know I did. That was a wonderful surprise.” And because she could feel his cock prodding her lower back, she added, “Got any other surprises for me?”

Max moved his hands up  her body, over her waist until he cupped her breasts in each hand, lightly pinching her nipples until they hardened and could be seen above the bubbles floating atop the water.

“Put your legs over mine and relax.”

The moment she shifted so that her legs were over his, Max lifted his knees, opening her thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat, because no matter how many times they made love, it just kept getting better.

“Close your eyes,” Max ordered. “And don’t move.”

Her pulse picked up speed when Max slid one hand lower, over her stomach. She tensed, waiting for him to touch that part of her that craved him so.

“You weren’t supposed to move.”

A huff left her. “Am I being bad?”

The question had barely left her mouth when his fingers found her clit and rubbed. Pleasure blasted through her, and she jerked, earning a disapproving growl by her ear.

“You moved again.”

Her lashes lifted and she stared up at the ceiling. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t move.”

How could she not? He set her on fire. Made her want to move and squirm and rub against him until she screamed.

“Better. Now be a good girl and tell me what your fantasy is. The one you refused to tell me before.”

Her fantasy? It was hard to think when he plied her clit with lazy strokes of his fingers. The water moved with him, adding to the sensations bombarding her, lapping at her skin.

“Chloe,” Max said, his voice a low growl. “That’s an order.”

She wanted to protest his tone but didn’t want to risk being denied his touch. “It’s silly. But you said something, and we’re here in the Caribbean, and it made me think of you being a— a pirate.”

“And what did I do as a pirate.”

She laughed and her breasts popped out above the water and bubbles. “You, um… claimed me and ravished me.”

“Ahh,” he said, his breath blowing against her ear and neck. “I plundered you.”

“Yes.”

“And where did this take place?”

“The beach. You chased me into the dark, and catch me and—”

“Plunder.”

She nodded. “I know we can’t go running around the beach pretending to be a pirate and a maid. It just popped into my head. Silly huh?”

He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“A bit. But that doesn’t mean I can’t plunder you here. Stand up and turn around.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Water sluiced down her body into the tub as Max’s hands helped steady her when she stood and slowly turned. Every nerve in her body tingled, and she was faced with the awareness that Max’s face was perfectly aligned with her crotch. “Do you like doing it,” she asked breathlessly.

“Doing what.”

His gaze wasn’t on her face but in the general direction of her breasts. The curve of her belly and the bare cleft she’d had waxed for her amazing Aruba vacation.
Worth every ounce of pain
, she thought as Max’s lashes hooded his smoldering eyes. “Me,” she said simply, unsure of what to call it exactly. Oral sex was too…graphic? Not romantic at all. “Going…down on me.” Gah, that wasn’t romantic either!

Max settled comfortably against the back of the large soaking tub and draped his arms along the edges.

“I love eating you. You taste like honey, and make the sexiest sounds when my lips are on your clit.”

Well. That was…blunt.

“It turns me on, Chloe. Because I can tell it turns you on.”

It most certainly did. Just talking about it was getting to her, the moisture between her legs not only bathwater now.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

She did, even though it wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. Come closer, stand over me. That she expected. Not sit down.

“Spread your legs and let me see you.”

Yes, that was another thing about Max. He was very visual. Maybe it was part of being an architect, but he
liked
looking at her, watching her. Seeing every detail.

She wet her lips and parted her thighs, not stopping until her knees hit the sides of the tub. Air caressed her wet skin, penetrating the delicate tissues surrounding her sex. But it was the act of merely sitting there while Max stared at her clit that left her swallowing hard. His gaze held the intensity of a physical touch, and her muscles began to clench and release in self-conscious mini-kegels even though she tried to stop. When her body clenched again she moved to close her legs only to have Max’s hands grasp her knees, holding them wide.

“Your body wants me,” Max said without the least bit of ego, like he merely stated a fact.

But it was a fact. Despite all they had done, the abundant amount of sex they had shared since their first night together, her body craved him. Always. “Yes.”

“What do you want,” Max asked.

She blinked at the question and lifted her gaze to his, her cheeks hot. “You.”

He folded his long legs beneath the water and moved closer to where she sat on the edge, his gaze smoldering.

“You want me to lick you.”

She nodded.

“Suck you.”

Once more, she nodded.

“Make you come.”

“Yes,” she whispered, the word emerging breathy and sensual-sounding.

“Then say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Chloe.”

“L-lick me.” Max’s head dipped between her thighs in an instant, and she watched in quivering anticipation as he opened his mouth and lightly, delicately, flicked her clit. It wasn’t enough, just the barest of touches, and then he stopped. “Again. Don’t s-stop until I say.”

She could only imagine what she looked like perched on the tub with her feet propped on either edge, but the moment an ornery hint of a smile curled Max’s lips, she didn’t care. If he was going to make her speak her desires aloud, he could darn well fulfill them.

Max lowered his head once more, and rubbed his tongue against the nub of nerves with lazy intent. Heat scorched her sex and she could feel herself getting wetter.

Chloe leaned her shoulders back against the cool tile wall and watched as Max went down on her. She’d never thought about observing during sex but there was something about seeing it happen the same time she felt it happen. But even more tantalizing was Max’s dark head and tanned shoulders crowding her thighs, opening her wider as he licked and flicked. When he did no more, she bit her lip and fought off the embarrassment she felt at speaking her thoughts. “Suck me.”

Oooh.
Max’s lips closed over her clit in an instant and drew on her. The air left her lungs in a gush, and she tightened her grip on the sides of the tub to keep from slipping off her perch.

Max’s hands moved up her inner thighs and she gasped when he used his thumbs to spread her lower lips. Pulled taut, every stroke of his mouth and tongue against her shattered her sensibilities. But she didn’t want to come. Not yet. “Stop.”

Max groaned at the order but he backed off in an instant. She watched as he leaned back in the tub, no doubt to give his back a break from the angle, and his cock bobbed in the water and bubbles, the tip breaking the surface. “Stroke yourself,” she ordered. “Let me watch you.” Max hesitated for a long moment. “Let me see you so I know what pleases you.”

Jaw tight, Max fisted his cock with a grip she would’ve considered painful, and stroked the length.

“Keep going,” she said, fascinated by the sight. So much so she almost forgot her very exposed position. Almost. Staring at his growing length, she began to lower her feet back into the bath when Max stopped her with a guttural order to let him see her while he…

She repositioned her feet on the sides of the tub and settled in for the show, her cheeks burning like fire because she’d never done anything so—so
exhibitionist
—in her life.

Max’s large hand pulled on his cock, up and down the ever
-expanding length, the broad head getting thicker and wider, redder. All the while his gaze shifted from her breasts to her sex, and she wondered how far she could push him. Could she make him come just by looking?

She balanced herself carefully and lifted a hand to her belly, sliding it up to cup her breast. Max’s gaze followed, his nostrils flaring and mouth parting to draw in more air. He liked that. Liked watching. So she ran a fingertip around her nipple, again, until it puckered into a hard knot. She lightly trailed her fingers to her other breast and did the same, noting that Max’s pace had slowed, though he looked ready to burst at any moment.

“I thought I was supposed to make you come,” he whispered.

She flicked her tongue over her lips and smiled at him. “I want to watch you first.”

“
Chloe.
”

“Hmm?” she murmured, moving her hand down her belly and between her legs. She’d never touched herself like that. She’d masturbated when her sensual needs became too much, but she’d ground against a blanket or pillow, teased herself that way, but not by touching.

Whatever Max had been about to say was forgotten when she fingered her clit. Her hand trembled, but she forced herself to continue, to see this experience through because it was yet another memory made with Max.

She ran the pad of her finger over the nub again, shocked by the onslaught of tension that filled her belly. Because Max watched?

“Don’t stop,” Max ordered.

She wanted to take him to task for not remembering this was her time to command him, but didn’t.

Max continued to fist himself in the bath, while she circled her clit, learning the shape and feel and…where it felt the best. One finger was enough to tease, but two on either side left her shivering.

“Yes. Chloe, beautiful, keep going.”

Her intent had been to see Max bring himself to climax but her gaze kept lifting to his face, his eyes. His expression. Every stroke of her fingers pleasured
him
, and he made no attempt to hide the fact.

Her body was moistening. She could feel the wetness slipping from her, and it had nothing to do with the bath water. She inhaled a strangled breath and bit her lower lip, dipping a finger very close to her entry to gather up the silkiness and spread it over her.

“Yesss,” Max growled. “I can taste you, baby. You’re still in my mouth. I want to taste you again.”

“Come first.” He didn’t see pleased by her request to climax without being inside her. “I want to see you like that, Max. Please.”

“Push a finger inside you. Let me watch.”

Oh, she couldn’t. That was too much. Wasn’t it?

“Push a finger in or I get to taste you again right now.”

She’d come then. Instantly. Amazingly. But that wasn’t the goal.

Chloe wet her lips again and when she exhaled she circled her clit twice more before sliding her finger inside.

Max’s fist picked up speed, and even though her finger was small and not nearly enough to please her, the sight obviously pleased Max. She hiked her knees a bit higher to give herself better access, and fingered her entry in slow thrusts, letting her thumb graze her clit each time. It felt good. And maybe she could eventually get herself off, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfactory as Max with his big, thick cock.

“Faster,” Max ordered.

She did as she was told, her gaze on his hand as Max matched her movements, a low groan exiting his chest before long streams began to spurt out of him and arch across the water like a fountain. His expression was beautiful. Intense, yes, but masculine and powerful. Vulnerable. She liked seeing him climax from the distance between them, liked knowing she had the ability to make it happen.

Max stopped pumping his cock into his hand, inhaling and exhaling with a low groan. His gaze fastened on hers and she knew the moment he realized she hadn’t orgasmed with him. “Taste me,” she said softly. Then she added, “Make me come.”

Water sloshed over the tub because he moved so quickly. His head plunged between her thighs, his mouth fastening over her clit and sucking so hard she almost lost her balance. Would have if not for Max’s hands and body holding her in place against the wall as he sucked and licked and teased her entry with his tongue, plunging into her the way her finger. She stared down at his dark head bobbing between her legs and gasped for air, absolutely bombarded by pleasure. He was everywhere, the hot, burning heat of his mouth driving her higher and higher until she broke with a keening cry.