Her Best Friend's Brother (7 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The days began to blur together, and that wasn’t a good sign in Chloe’s opinion. It meant time was passing too quickly for comfort, and that their time on the island was drawing to its inevitable end. And when it did…

She rolled over and blinked her eyes open, and despite the glare from the sheered balcony doors, she had a spectacular view of the ocean. It was glorious. Deep, deep blue and green and that unusual color where the colors blended.

She stared at the water, picking up the sounds of the surf, the call of birds, and the high-pitched, laughing screams of children somewhere between their room and the beach. Max slept on, his legs tangled with hers, one arm thrown over her waist. His breath stirred her hair, and she rubbed her face against the softness of the sheets, too content for words.

She stared out at the water a long time, her thoughts drifting from her time with Max, to what they would do when they went home, to how she was going to deal with all that had happened when she’d lost her heart to Max years ago. Because the truth of the matter was, she had to be strong. Strong enough to do what was best for her and Max. And for her friendship with Em.

She inhaled sharply when Max’s hand drifted up and settled around her breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her nipple until it pebbled. She felt Max stir behind her, his lips brushing her shoulder and his cock thickening against her butt cheek. Morning wood. Wasn’t that what it was called?

He murmured something she couldn’t quite make out before his hand left her breast and slid low, into the crease between her legs. Her breath left her lungs in a gush when his finger found her clit and circled once, then again. She moistened instantly, her body heating at his touch like it had been denied pleasure for far too long even though it had been a matter of hours.

Max’s fingers left her sex long enough to lift her leg and place it over his on the mattress, opening her up to the cool air of the room. His fingers returned, plucking at the delicate tissues as though touching them for the very first time, stroking and rubbing until her breath caught in her throat.

“You’re wet for me. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on,” Max said in his sleep-husky voice.

His fingers moved through the slick recesses of her body, dragging the moisture low until it coated her entry and allowed one finger inside. “Max.” It wasn’t enough and he knew it. He knew her body so well now that they had spent so much time making love. Max’s finger was buried up to his first knuckle but that was all, just enough to tease and torment but not satisfy.

“Always so eager.”

“Is that bad?” she demanded.

His chuckle was ornery.

“Never. So long as it is only for me.”

Taking matters into her own hands, she shifted and rolled, effectively removing his hand from between her thighs. Max waited, watched her, as she rose onto her knees beside him on the bed, letting the sheet covering her naked body fall away.

She watched as his gaze left her face and traveled lower, lingering on her breasts, the curve of her waist and belly, and then locking on her sex. She knelt with her knees spaced slightly apart, and when Max continued to stare, licking his lips, she wondered if he could see the moisture he’d spoken of.

“Come here,” he ordered. “Let me taste you.”

His words confirmed her suspicions but she couldn’t ignore the thrill that zoomed through her as a result of his words. If she’d learned nothing else during their time together, it was that Max loved going down on her. It excited him, turned him on. Almost as much as it turned her on.

Max’s hand on her hip urged her forward. She wasn’t sure how to accomplish what he wanted, especially in the light of morning when her sensibilities and inhibitions balked at all he’d be able to see, but before she could over-think things too much, Max had lifted her leg and positioned her straddling him. “Max…”

“Shhh,” he ordered, his breath blowing hotly over her sex. “Relax.”

“I’m s-sitting on your face.”

“I know,” he agreed with a husky, wicked chuckle. “I love it. I love you,” he added, his arm firm around her hips holding her in place while he propped his head up higher with his pillow.

In the process of getting comfortable, his lips brushed against her clit and she jerked, already so on edge she knew it wouldn’t take long to make her come. She grabbed hold of the headboard for balance, her gaze meeting Max’s smoldering one the exact moment his mouth slipped over her clit and he suckled her.

Fire burst through her. She felt every pull of his lips, the press of his tongue as he slicked it up one side and down the other, pausing at her entry before probing it. A moan escaped her at the feel of him tonguing her, and when he mimicked the trusting movement she wanted, a climax broke over her, startling her with its speed.

She held onto the headboard and leaned her head back on her neck, mouth open to draw in more air, panting, as she rocked against Max’s mouth and tongue. It felt so good. Sooo good.

When the erotic spasms slowed, so did Max’s attention. He feathered his tongue along her clit once more, playing and teasing. “I can’t,” she whispered. “Stop.”

But he didn’t. He held her there in position over him and worked his mouth over her sex, licking, sucking, lightly biting at her clit before surging low to thrust into her with his tongue before repeating the motion again. And again. Until she couldn’t sit still. Until she wanted to grind against him and scream because she was getting close to coming again.
“Max.”

Max used his hold on her hips to shove her low, all the way down his body until his cock slid inside her with slippery ease. She moaned and pressed down against the hardness filling her full, gasping when her swollen, too-sensitive clit met Max’s pubic bone.

“Ride me, Chloe.”

She would. She did.

Chloe lifted and lowered herself atop his thick cock, rubbing her clit against him every downward thrust. Max helped her, guided her, ground her against him with delicious precision until she came again, slamming herself atop Max’s cock and grinding against him until she broke with a breathy cry. Max’s groans filled her ears, and she felt him hot and fluid inside her as her body milked him.

She collapsed against his chest when it was over, still joined to Max and aware of how deeply he was embedded inside of her.

Right where he belonged?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“
Marry me,” Max asked that evening over a candlelight dinner on their balcony.

She smiled at him, loving the way he looked at her. “No.”

He rubbed a hand over his mouth, and gave her a stare filled with frustration, ignoring the people beginning to gather on the grounds below them for the nightly performance in the main gathering area.

“You can’t sleep with me and not make an honest man of me. Em won’t hear of it.”

“Calling in your family to badger me? That’s uncalled for,” she said, lifting the long, spiral cookie to her lips. She saw Max’s gaze lower to her mouth and decided to have some fun. Chloe parted her slips and slid the chocolate-filled wafer inside, then back out, sucking on the length.

“Stop it.”

“Problem?” She bit the cookie and chewed, struggling to keep her smile to herself. Max’s appetite for her was…thrilling. Unending. And even though she’d suspected things would calm once they’d had sex a few times, and Max had gotten it out of his system, if anything his desire for her had increased. Just like her desire for him had increased. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Considering they knew each other’s body’s so well?

“I can’t watch you do that and not want you to do that to me.”

“When and where,” she said, lifting her napkin from her lap to lightly tidy her lips. That chocolate dessert meant extra days in the gym when she got home.

The music started and the crowd cheered as the entertainment for the evening was announced.

She looked around them, and saw a few other couples on balconies across the long expanse of rooms, but given the hour and the entertainment, Chloe realized no one paid them any attention. Which is why she got up and grabbed the pillow from her seat, then waved a hand for Max to scoot his chair back, giving her room to drop to her knees atop the cushion.

Max’s nostrils flared when he realized her intent, but he didn’t protest. Not that many men would.

She unfastened his khaki shorts and freed his semi-hard erection, watching as it expanded even more at her touch. “And you say I’m eager,” she whispered.

“Suck me. Let me watch you.”

Max’s hands slid into her hair, holding it back while she opened her mouth and sucked on the thick head. A tinge of semen filled her mouth and mixed with the chocolate of the dessert, creating an all-new flavor that left her squeezing her thighs together to stem the moisture pooling between her legs.

She wore a short robe she’d donned fresh from a shower, and now she was more than aware of her nakedness beneath the soft cotton when sucking on Max’s cock made her warm and squirmy inside.

The show went on down below, and the night turned darker as she licked and sucked and stroked Max’s cock, using her hands to add to his pleasure.

“Stand up.”

Shaky, she pushed to her feet using the arms of Max’s chair to balance herself, but when she was nearly upright he lifted one leg and threaded it through beneath the arm and atop his thigh, helping her maintain her balance when that foot touched the balcony floor, to lift her other leg and thread it beneath the other arm so that she sat facing him. “We’ll shock our neighbors.”

“They’re watching the show or doing the same as we are,” Max whispered into her ear, adjusting her so that she slid down the length of his cock and coated him with her wet warmth before lifting her up and fitting himself in place.

“Oh, Max.” There was something about making love outdoors. About the risk of possibly being seen even though she knew he was right and the others on the balcony either watched the show or shared private moments like this. It was dark now, the lights from the performance not reaching the balcony. Other than shadowy figures pressed close together, no one could see what they did. But that didn’t take the anticipation or the fantasy of being watched away.

Max’s hands loosened her robe just enough to slip inside to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples, pinching them until she squirmed from the pleasure shooting to her core. Filled full of hard, swelling cock, she placed her hands on Max’s shoulders and began to rock against him, loving the position because she was face-to-face with Max, and with every move her clit rubbed against him, teased by his skin.

Max’s mouth fastened over hers and he kissed her, his tongue stroking into her mouth to play with hers while his hands roamed over her body beneath the robe. Her breasts, her back. Her hips. He squeezed her behind and lifted her up, changing the angle of his thrusts so that gravity carried him deeper as she sank down. On top was one of her favorite positions because of all the ways she felt Max moving inside her, touching her skin, suckling her breasts.

He shifted his attention from one breast to the other, leaving a wet trail for the island breeze to dry. Her nipples puckered into tight knots Max flicked with his tongue, and she shifted her grip from his shoulders to the back of the chair, clutching the warm metal and biting her lower lip to be quiet when Max’s fingers slipped between them so that every downward thrust she made, her clit rubbed against his fingers. She wound up bouncing on him like a jockey, desperate to feel his fingers, his cock, his mouth sucking her nipple until the tension in her belly raced up her body and she broke, a smothered moan escaping her throat as her body bowed with pleasure.

She was barely aware of Max lifting her up and carrying her from the balcony until her back pressed against the cool sheets on the bed and Max began to drill into her with pounding force, his feet on the floor allowing him all the power he needed.

She could feel her breasts bouncing, see Max’s fierce expression as he slammed his cock into her, and thrilled at the pleasure licking her veins once again. Surely not?

As if sensing her teetering state, Max pulled out and tugged her legs over his shoulders. He stared down at her mound, rubbed his fingers over the dewy left, teasing her unmercifully. He pressed his thumb hard to the nub, then circled it round and round, tweaking it between his thumb and finger before using his thumbs to spread her wide, rubbing along each side. She moaned at the feel of him stroking her, gasped at the pleasurable pain she felt from being so aroused, and nearly cried when Max finally lowered himself atop her again and began pistoning his hips into her, their bodies slapping together.

“Come,” he ordered.

“I’m trying.” She was. Hard. But her body just wouldn’t cooperate.

Max withdrew from her once more and she whimpered. “Max.”

He rolled her onto her stomach and dragged her back to the edge of the mattress, sliding into her from behind and holding her upright and in position with his hand in her snatch, fingers plunging into her, rubbing her, tormenting her with every thrust. She rocked against him, desperate, needy.

Harder. Deeper. Yes!

She broke with a loud, low moan. Max continued to pound into her, his groans following within seconds, as though he’d barely managed to hold off until she’d climaxed a second time.

Their bodies slapped together, and she ground against his fingers until every last tremor faded from her body and Max spurted inside her with long, hot, jetting streams.