Hunters Hit List (Fox Brothers Book 1) (6 page)

There was an awkward silence mixed with an undercurrent of sexual tension, at least that’s how Max viewed it. Max tried to contain his ogling. Scar was wearing a wet T-shirt. Her wet hair had dripped down and soaked her white t-shirt. Scar was wearing the t-shirt well, like a second skin.
Christ, I see nips.
Max’s eyes and cock took note of her hardened nibs.

Max grinned at all the naughty thoughts that randomly popped into his head. He wanted to touch her caramel skin so bad in that moment. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she looked.

“You’re wet.” The observation stumbled out of his mouth.

“How do you know?” Scar suggestively smiled while looking down at her wet t-shirt.

“Oh I didn’t mean.” Max began to stutter. “I, I ah I, meant you took a shower and ah--”

“Ah what?” Scar decided to blatantly flirt with Max. Why not? They had time to kill and he was so damn cute when he was flustered. “Well Max, you never know. I could be wet.”

Max arched one eyebrow. Is this an invitation? “I could try to find out.”

Scar sighed and giggled. She remembered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Do these lame ass lines work on all the ladies?”

“Yeah about ninety-five percent of the time. Doesn’t really work with lesbians.” Max shrugged. “Is it working on you?”

Scar seductively put her hands on her hips. “I’m not sure. What else you got?”

“I’ve got a lot.”

“Give it to me.”

“I could take my shirt off.”

Was he for real? She thought. “I could too.” She upped the ante.

“Ladies first.” Max eagerly offered.

Scar chuckled. He was pretty funny in a goofy white guy way. “You got to do better than that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

“Okay how about this. I’m number one and you’re number two. Together we could be number twelve.”

Scar frowned. “That one was terrible. I’m going to have to decline your offer to do whatever it is you, do.”

“I do many things.”

“I will see you in the morning Max.” She dismissed him.

Max didn’t like rejection. He couldn’t even recall a time where a woman had rejected him. Max would never give up that easy. He was a winner and losing was never an option. Defeat never factored into any equation he was a party to.

He took a few steps toward Scar. He stopped a few inches in front of her. He was close, much too close for Scar to back down without looking like a wimp.

“What are you doing?” Her nerves were starting to get to her.

Max looked her dead on, right in her defiant bronze eyes. “One good night kiss.”

The seriousness in his eyes placed Scar in a coma. Before Scar could answer, Max grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her hard against the tacky yellow wallpaper. He rammed his tongue down her throat before she could protest.

Scar was being force-fed his tongue. She melted into his mouth contrary to her prior misconceptions. His kisses were powerful and alluring. His kisses made her warm in her spot, her panty-less spot. It took her a minute to kiss him back but when she did she gave it all she had.

Max was by far a better kisser than Scar. This realization was a gift to her and also a curse. She had met a man that was skilled and talented with his lips. What other talents did he possess?

Max quickly lifted her legs off the carpet without any real effort. He was strong underneath his chiseled body. Scar wrapped her arms around his neck. He swiftly wrapped her legs around his torso and carried her a few feet over to the desk by the window.

Scar’s body gently slammed down on the table, knocking the lamp off onto the floor. The light bulb blew out. That didn’t stop Max. He had his mind made up. Scar couldn’t lie to herself she didn’t want him to stop. He made her burn in places she had long since forgotten. Places that had lain dormant for quite some time.

Scar raked her fingers on the back of Max’s neck and pushed his skillful tongue deeper into her mouth.

The room was darkened with the absence of the lamp’s light. The only light shone dimly from the bathroom. It was just enough light to guide Max’s desire up to a full-blown ten.

Max picked Scar up off the table. He had a firm grip on her bare bottom. He twirled her around until they both came crashing down on the bed. Max quickly lifted himself up on his knees. He removed his shirt in one swift motion. He tossed the shirt to the floor.

His movements were so fast Scar was unable to keep up. Max quickly removed Scar’s T-shirt and tossed it. Max looked down at Scar’s breasts, two perfect melons. She was so beautifully nude to him in that very moment.

She looked up at him a little frightened by what would happen next. He wasn’t a regular guy. He was Max Fox. He was number one and that was something to gush about.

“Max, what are we doing?” Scar mumbled through fevered breath as she admired his well-defined chest.

Max ignored her question. He wasn’t going to spell it out for her. He was going to bang her brains out. He grabbed both of Scar’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

Max dove down on Scar, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. This is what heaven tastes like he thought to himself.

Max moved fast and animalistic. Why did he want her so damn bad?

Scar was overwhelmed and defenseless. She closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth. She didn’t want to give it up that easy and under normal circumstances she would have made her pursuer wait. Scar couldn’t refute her undeniable attraction to Max. He was hot and anybody that thought otherwise was a liar.

Max was so deeply kissing Scar that he removed his hand from her wrists and scratched the contours on her arms with his fingertips. She was as smooth as butter. Could he make her as creamy as butter? He sure hoped so. He would die trying.

Scar’s hands were free to explore Max. Her hands and arms moved from above her head and found the deep crevice in the small of Max’s back. She roamed up the hard muscles of his back and dug her nails in the ripples as she moaned into his mouth.

Max pulled his lips away to look Scar in her eyes. “I could kiss you forever.”

Scar’s heart sunk into her toes. No man had ever said anything so profoundly caring, passionate and enduring to her. She didn’t care if this was something he told all the women. She was going to believe Max Fox thought she was special. She was going to believe that she was the only woman Max had ever said that too. He sure looked sincere when he looked into her eyes. He sure felt sincere when he kissed her lips.

If death was right around the corner Scar could say that she experienced a real kiss from a real man.

“God you are so damn beautiful.” Max whispered. He was overcome with emotion. His connection with her was evident.

Scar removed one hand from Max’s back and placed it on the nape of his neck. She raked her fingertips on the low cut hair at the back of his hairline. She massaged the area and looked up into his hazel eyes. She was mesmerized by the hues of green that sparkled through the shades of chestnut brown and ginger.

For the first time in his life Max wondered if a woman would think he was good enough in bed. This thought didn’t stop his erection it just enhanced it. He wanted to please her. It was his number one goal. He was consumed with thoughts of making her happy, making her cum, making her only yearn for him.

Scar was the kind of woman he would never be able to keep. He just wanted to try to take a stab at it. He didn’t know if he should give her his slow moves or the moves that made women’s legs give out.

He decided he would give her a buffet of moves and see what she liked best. Max thought himself a master of seduction but how was he going to remove his pants when he wanted to taste her luscious lips forever. He was afraid to move too far from her. He was having separation anxiety when he hadn’t even separated just yet.

Scar tugged at his jean zipper and her felt his cock beat against the fabric of his boxers. Max was glad he was wearing underwear. He felt a little droplet of precum ooze from the bulbous head.

She had unbuttoned him and unzipped him. Max gazed down into her coppery brown eyes as he felt her fingers free his massive erection from his clothing. She was smiling up at him. Max was lost in her touch. He had momentarily forgot all his moves. Her fingers gripped him gently. He gritted his teeth when she used her thumb to spread his precum over the entire smooth head of his cock.

Max blinked. He wanted to rid himself of his pants and boots. He skimmed his hands over Scar’s nipples. He rose to his knees and backed off the bed. He stood at the end of the bed and admired the beautiful hunter in front of him. He flipped his boots from his feet without much effort. He let his jeans and boxers drop to the carpet. He stepped out of them without little to any effort.

Scar slightly sat up in bed to gawk at Mr. Fox completely naked. She loved his chiseled body. He had the body of an active man, a natural muscular build that rivaled those guys who lived in the gym. His body came from his life’s work. She was hypnotized by the size of his member. He was huge. This was why he was so cocky. He had a horses cock. She smiled. She was sure initial entry would hurt. She hadn’t been invaded in quite awhile.

Scar was willing to tackle his massive dick like a big girl. She was afraid of being thrown off his wild bull but she still wanted the chance to try to ride the bull. She was hot and ready. She licked her lips. She wished to have him fill her mouth with his huge flawless member. She would definitely choke but she wanted to try to suck the cum from that colossal monster.

Max had averted his eyes from her pussy the entire time. When he removed her shirt he only focused on her breasts and her lips. His eyes wandered down her smooth flat stomach and he zeroed in on her precious treasure. He smiled at her perfectly groomed pussy. Her thick pussy lips were covered with a dense patch of hair that matched the dark color of her curly Afro.

Her legs were closed and Max couldn’t have that. “Open them up.” He ordered swiping his hand to the side. Scar planted her feet flat on the mattress and spread her legs long and wide.

The bathroom light gave Max just enough light to see the shiny cream that pooled around her glistening pussy. He wanted to swim in it. He wanted to dive in the deep end of the ocean and give Ryan Lochte a challenge for the gold.

Max’s cock would have to wait. He wanted to taste the water before he swam in it. He longed to lick her cream. He wanted to push his tongue into her sacred hole and smother himself in her very essence. He yearned to wear her scent like aftershave. The time was now.

Max crawled into the bed. He slid his shoulder under one of her legs and lifted her up a bit. One of Scar’s ass cheeks was barely touching the mattress. Max used his thumb and forefinger to open her moist pussy lips. He brushed his nose over her slick clit and rubbed his nose into her wet hole until his nose was covered in her juices. Her scent was deeply saturated in his nostrils. Like an animal he now had her scent and he would be able to recognize her anywhere. Now he had to taste her, a taste he would never forget.

His tongue jetted out and he licked the slippery spot below her clit. Scar’s stomach caved as soon as she felt the power of his tongue. Max laved her and savored her spicy taste. He couldn’t believe how enthusiastic his heartbeats were. He had been with too many women to count but somehow this felt different. It felt like he was with a celebrity when he always thought himself to be the celebrity.

Max licked her softly and listened as faint pornographic moans escaped her lips. The more he licked her delicious folds the more cream she dispensed. He worked overtime to clean the sexy mess he created. His devious mind shifted to replacing his tongue with his throbbing solid pole. He pushed those rabid thoughts to the back of his mind. He wanted to give her a marathon of pleasure not a sprint. He wanted her to dream of him in her sleep.

He shook the images of thrusting deep inside her. He pushed his misty face further inside her sensuous cavern of desire.

Scar lifted herself off the bed as Max dug deeper into her hole. He burrowed his face inside her and stayed put. He only backed away to get in small shallow whisks of breath.

Max refused to put a finger inside her tight hole. He wanted to feel the tension when he finally pushed the head of his cock into what he soon hoped would be his new resting place.

His hand traced her soft and thick ass. His fingers climbed up the side of her waist and scaled the side of her body. He raked the ripples in her ribs as she squirmed off the mattress and arched like a scared kitty cat. He loved that she was slowly scooting upwards trying to flee the call of his dominant oral force. Would she try to escape the force of his cock? He would soon find out. He would have no problem restraining her, keeping her in her place so she could experience all of his cock.

Max’s fingers found her pointed nipples. His hands landed at her pillowed mounds. He scraped her breast and cupped them hard pulling all her tissue from the bone. He scratched her breast with what were the remnants of fingernails. He tugged hard until all five of his fingers met and pinched the very point of her nipples.

Scar squealed in delight as his fingertips clipped and burned her nipples and brought on the onslaught of a fierce orgasm. She closed her eyes tight and vowed to never open them again. Her body trembled as she came hard and oozed her gratitude.