Max (A Carter Brother series Book 4) (24 page)

Mason hesitantly walks over with his phone clutched tightly in his hand. His face is one of horror and I can’t help but laugh harder. He looks scared as fuck.

He steps beside the woman who’s dancing and gets knocked out of the way from her jiggling her hips. He flies across the room, stumbling into a few people before looking to us for some sort of help.

Malik shakes his head ‘no,’ pointing his finger back over to the woman. I can only laugh harder. I’m pretty close to pissing myself. Malik isn’t going to let him sit this one out. He proves that when he gives Mason a gentle nudge.

“First... Let me take a selfie,’’ I shout, using a girlie voice and swinging my head to the side whilst pouting. A group of girls walking out of the club, giggle, eyeing me up and down with appreciation. “Sorry, ladies, I’m spoken for,’’ I half lie. I am spoken for. It’s just Lake who doesn’t know it’s because of her. This relationship bullshit is a new thing for me. But with Lake I’ll try. Frankly, if I can get her to agree to go out with me then it will be a damn fucking miracle.

My eyes flicker to Mason again to check his progress and they go wide when I see the woman has him in some sort of headlock.

“Man down, man down,’’ I shout at the top of my voice. Jumping down the last few steps I land next to Maverick and Myles.

“No, no, leave him,’’ Myles wheezes, holding his phone up: recording.

“I don’t think he can breathe,’’ I tell them, kind of worried about my big brother. Okay, I’m not worried. This is funny as fuck and I end up taking out my own phone to record the disaster happening before my very eyes.

The woman has her hand around Mason’s neck, his face swallowed up in her ample cleavage. His arms are flapping around everywhere, gaining attention from other dancers. The woman keeps him in line, though, dragging him with her as she dances.

“One of us should save him,’’ Lee flinches. When the woman’s hold on Mason tightens, even I have to admit I’m feeling kinda sorry for him. The woman looks sweaty. Her wet hair is stuck to her head and her body is glistening under the club lights.

Classy!

All of a sudden, Mason escapes unscathed, but from the look on his face, a lot of therapy is going to be needed. He looks like he’s just survived
The Hunger Games
but is still reeling from the after effects.

“You doing okay there, bro?’’ I ask.

“Get me out of here before she comes back with drinks,’’ he whisper yells, his voice hoarse. He hasn’t blinked or looked at any of us and I’m beginning to wonder if more happened to him than what we witnessed. I look behind him into the crowd and laugh when I see her holding two beers in her hand. She’s dancing towards us with a huge grin on her face.

“Love-Bandit, come to mama,’’ I hear shouted and Mason looks at us with wide, horrified eyes.

“Go! Go! Run! Evacuate the building,’’ Mason shouts. He’s running up the stairs before any of us manage to take a breath. When he’s gone from sight we all look back to the woman. She’s still heading our way with a determined look in her eyes. I think quickly, not wanting her to swallow all this hunky goodness up in one gulp. I push Myles in front of me in the line of fire before turning and following Mason as fast as my legs will take me. I’m out the door before the others have time to catch on, but it’s only seconds before I hear their footfalls behind me.

I’m not sure how long we run for but by the time we stop we’re in the town centre, not far from MC5.

“I cannot believe you would deliberately push me in front of her line of sight,’’ Myles growls.

“Payback’s a bitch,’’ I wink.

He growls. “She would have eaten me for dinner, or worse, made me her bitch.’’

I laugh as I picture Myles becoming her bitch, my chest hurting with exertion.  Everyone’s silent for a few seconds, trying to catch their breaths when Mason interrupts.

“I’m never going to forgive you,’’ Mason growls. He’s bent over, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. It’s pretty hilarious to be honest.

“She seemed...nice,’’ Malik chuckles, his dimples on full display.

“Nice?’’ Mason shouts. “I can still taste her fucking skin in my mouth.’’

“Um. Why were you eating her?’’ I ask hesitantly.

Mason’s head snaps to mine, a growl rumbling from his chest. “I was in the middle of asking her for a photo when she grabbed my head. I was swallowed up, open mouthed and she was
sweating.
At first I thought it was spilt beer but then I managed to get my mouth closed,’’ he tells us, and closes his eyes like he’s trying to block out the horror he just suffered. “I don’t want to talk about this, ever again.’’

“Let’s go see if the girls are having a better time than us,’’ Myles laughs. We all agree and follow his lead, crossing the road and heading towards the club.

“How you doing, Adam? You feeling queasy still?’’ I ask, a smirk on my face. He’s not as drunk as he was before but he’s also not sober. He still has no idea he has permanent marker scrawled across his forehead and a bad drawing of a moustache.

We’ll wait for him to find it himself before giving him shit about it.

“Yeah, I’m good. Happy. I can drink all you fuckers under the table,’’ he slurs, holding his hands up in triumph.

“That’s where you’ve been most the night,’’ I snigger teasingly.

He looks confused at what I said, which just makes me laugh at him.

“Hey, Josh. The girls downstairs?’’ Mason asks the doorman when we walk up to the main entrance of V.I.P.

“Yeah, I think Todd is taking them down now,’’ Josh tells us. He speaks into his mic before listening to what someone is saying on the other side. “He’s just left them down there. There are four doorman on downstairs until one but then me, Todd and Jerry will be down at around two.’’

“Good, good.’’

“You look a little pale, boss. Are you okay?’’ Josh asks Mason and we all snicker in response.

“Don’t ask. I’m hoping I wake up and not remember this night. At all.’’

“That bad?’’ Josh laughs. “Well, enjoy it, boss. It seems your girl and her friends have been having fun themselves. I’m still waiting for my boxers back.’’

“Boxers?’’ I ask wide-eyed.

I notice Myles, Malik and Mason all clench their fists, and decide it’s something I should be doing too. I mirror their stances, wondering why they’re all on high alert, but then Josh’s next words clue me in.

“Don’t worry. It’s a tall beauty with purple hair that has ’um. Think they called her, Stace. Not sure,’’ Josh nods and my brothers instantly relax, so I do the same.

See. I can do this boyfriend shit.

Now I just need to prove to Lake that I can. If I can get her to see I’m taking this seriously then maybe she’ll finally go out with me.

Fuck! I sound like a fifteen year old boy.

“I don’t even want to know,’’ Mason laughs. “I’m gonna go sneak up on them. See what they’re up to.’’

Passing Josh, he gives all my brothers a fist pump but when he gets to me I quickly duck down, making him punch Adam, who’s currently wobbling behind me, in the face. I turn whilst laughing my head off.

Adam looks confused for a second before realising what just happened. “What the fuck, Josh?’’

“Sorry, Adam,’’ Josh winces, sending me an angry glare.

“Fuck! That hurt,’’ Adam curses, rubbing his jaw.

“Thought you were tough?’’ I tease, feeling Josh’s pissed off gaze on my back.

“He’s got huge fucking knuckles, did you see?’’ Adam mumbles.

“I didn’t. You seemed to have gotten a closer look, though,’’ I laugh.

When we arrive at the main entrance, Maverick is standing to the side talking to another doorman so I use the chance to sneak up to the front. When I walk into the room I’m caught off guard at what I see.

When I was told we’d end up in a strip club my first thought had been tits. Then I found out the girls would be here and then I just thought how awkward tonight would be. But then this...

I blink making sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me. When nothing changes, I scrub at them hard, wondering if I’m hallucinating.

Nope. Definitely not hallucinating. Denny is sitting down in a red chair and is currently getting worked over by Lake.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Lake’s long assed legs in those tiny shorts killed it.

Fuck! Her body is a work of art. Beautifully sculpted to perfection. Her wild hair flies back, showcasing the curve of her neck to the V line of her cleavage perfectly.

I gulp, picturing her in that same position but with me in Denny’s place. Oh, and both of us naked.

I’m completely frozen to the spot. I can’t move my eyes away from the way her body sensually moves to the music. How seductive she looks running her hands up her body, tangling her fingers into her wild mess of hair.

I take a deep swallow.

My jeans feel tight against my groin, the pain welcome as I try to think of what to do. But then her eyes reach mine and all thoughts, but her, are gone.

My feet move. One after the other and before I know it I’m standing in front of her. Not wasting any time I grab her thighs; her legs automatically wrap around my waist and I move, heading towards the hallway in the direction of Maverick’s office.

Neither of us speak; me because I’m too lost in the feel of her tight body wrapped around mine to even conjure up a single word.

But as soon as I kick the door to Maverick’s thankfully empty office, I’m on her, not holding back.

It’s time for Lake to see the real Max Carter. I’m not holding back any more. This girl is mine and I’m about to show her exactly what being mine really means.

Holy smokes!

I’ve never seen this primal look in Max’s eyes before. He looks like he’s about to tear into me. Rip me apart and put me back together again. The sight is so erotic I can barely breathe.

The feel of his large calloused hands on the bare skin of my ass sends a new kind of shiver through my body. My nipples are hard; aching so badly like they’re pleading to be touched. The wetness between my legs is unmistakeable. I’ll be surprised if I don’t already have a wet patch showing on my skimpy shorts.

The door to the room Max has carried me into slams shut. The sound causes a jolt of desire to run through my body. Then he turns and before I know it my back is slammed against the door and his lips are on mine. They’re hard and aggressive and I find myself fighting against him for more.

I’ve never been like this with anyone. Never felt this need; this raw, passionate need. It feels like I can’t get him close enough; that my body can’t get him close enough. Everything inside me is screaming at him to touch me. To touch me and make me feel things no other has ever made me feel. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that it feels so good and beg him to never stop. The tingles in my lower stomach magnify.

The kiss turns aggressive. My hips rock involuntarily, my sex aching at the emptiness. He feels so good and boy can he kiss. Fuck, can he kiss.

Everything after that becomes a blur. Our hands and mouths are a tangled mess as we ravage each other’s bodies. A wave of pleasure sweeps me away, freeing my head of all darkness and taking me to a place where only Max exists.

Before I can open my mouth to beg him for more, we’re on the move again. He sweeps my body up like I weigh nothing at all and carries me over to the desk where a single dull lamp is shining. I don’t get to see much of anything else because my ass is being planted on the desk and Max’s lips are back on mine. He rubs his hardness against my sex causing me to cry out. I feel like I’m going to combust. My sex is clenching so badly it hurts.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,’’ he rasps against my mouth. His breath is a mixture of mint and Red Bull, but mostly Max, and I moan into his mouth.

In hurried, jerky movements he has my skimpy shirt up over my head so I’m left wearing my lacy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. You can literally see my nipples through the thin fabric and I know the moment Max notices. His eyes turn molten and a groan erupts from his mouth. I move back on my elbows on the table, my behaviour bold and nothing like me at all.

His eyes narrow, looking pained. He rips his shirt off like the Incredible Hulk, throwing it behind him aggressively.

“I need you,’’ is all I hear him say before his mouth is slamming against mine. I’m not sure how to respond next. I need
him
to make the next move. I’d beg him but I’m so lost in him that he’s left me completely speechless.

I bite his lip, teasing him. I’m enjoying the fact that it’s me bringing this reaction out of him, that he’s feeling everything that I am.

My hands grab onto the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss me again. When he moves suddenly, I grab onto his flexed biceps.

My pulse races when one of his hands snake up my body. His rough fingertips skim across the swells of my breasts. Then I lose his mouth at my neck when he moves down, kissing between my breasts before lightly moving his hands around my back, unclasping my bra.

A moan escapes and I’m desperate for him. Just like he’s desperate for me. I can feel just how much against my leg.

Everything seems to be moving quickly. The second the cool air hits my hot nipples, Max moves down my body trailing wet, open kisses until he reaches the top of my shorts. Then they’re being ripped down my legs with urgency and it has me catching a breath.

“Oh, God,’’ I moan when I feel cool air hit my heated sex, my core tightening.

Max rises up; a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Now’s not the time to be calling me some other fucker’s name.’’

A laugh slips out but soon turns into a moan when I feel his fingers running through my wet slit.

“I want to savour this moment but I need you. I can’t wait any fuckin’ longer.’’

My eyes close and my pulse races when I hear the belt to his jeans unclasp and then his jeans fall to the floor in a heap. I’m lying bare, vulnerable and naked on the table. Anyone could walk in at any second but I don’t care. The thrill of being caught just heightens my need for him.

The distinct sound of foil crinkling has my eyes opening. It’s going to happen. Right here, right now. The first wave of nervousness seeps through but when I look down, getting a glimpse of him rolling the condom along his long, thick shaft, it all disappears.

My mind has no time to think. As soon as he has the condom rolled on, he’s inside me; in one long, hard stroke, he’s inside me and I’m suddenly full. The feel of him stretching me has my inner walls clamping tightly down on his erection.

We both release a desperate sound, both of us overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through our bodies.

His breath is heavy against mine and I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong when he doesn’t move, but then his eyes flicker up to mine.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’re never going to want anyone else but me,’’ he rasps out, his voice trembling with certainty and need.

“Please,’’ I shamelessly beg him.

The words barely leave my mouth when he pulls out; slamming back in, his head flying back and releasing a loud growl. My body arches off the table and I find my fingers gripping onto the back of his head, just as his mouth reaches down to take one of my hard, ready nipples into his mouth.

The pressure between my legs is building with each hard thrust and it’s becoming unbearable. I can’t take it. My hands fly out, trying to grip the edge of the table, but my hand hits something else. The small lamp falls from the table, along with some other things. The room dims a little and a raspy chuckle escapes Max, but it doesn’t stop him.

He lifts himself up, his movements quickening as he looks down at me. I feel like I’m on display and I have a fleeting moment where I feel self-conscious. But then his expression changes to pure desire. His hands slide up my body, covering my large breasts. His thumbs sweep over my nipples and my core tightens further. I’m close. So fucking close. This has never happened before.

“Yes,’’ I moan, the sound echoing around the room.

“Fuck, yes,’’ Max grunts and then a sharp pinch to my nipples is what sends me over the edge. I’m screaming my release; my body reacting like it’s got a mind of its own. My back bows off the desk, my toes curl together tightly and I swear to all that is holy that I see stars.

“Max.’’

“I’m coming,’’ Max roars. His thrusts become jagged and with one last deep, hard thrust, he’s coming. And God, it’s a sight to see. His beautiful, hard chiselled face locks up, his eyes closing from the pleasure overwhelming his body.

His abs tighten, each muscle flexing and I can’t help the sudden rush of desire already heating my body back up.

Max drops his head to my chest, both our breathing laboured as we try to come down from our high.

Everywhere is still tingling, my sex still sensitive and I cry out when he shifts, the aftershocks too delicious to ignore.

“I’m never letting you go,’’ Max whispers. Then his eyes harden when a banging causes the room to rattle.

“Bro, come on. Gavin made his specialty,’’ Maverick shouts through the door and a hot flush of embarrassment hits me.

“Oh my God,’’ I cry out, pushing Max away. I moan when his large dick slips free from my sex.

“Wanker,’’ Max calls back, and is left with a deep chuckle echoing down the hall as Maverick leaves.

“Do you think he heard?’’ I ask, embarrassed.

“I’m pretty sure the entire club upstairs heard us,’’ he winks and I punch his arm as I grab my bra from the desk.

“I can’t believe we did that,’’ I tell him, finally feeling shocked at our actions.

“What? Don’t tell me you regret it,’’ he says, sounding clearly upset.

“What? Of course not. I’m just... I’m embarrassed. Now, where did you throw my knickers?’’

“They’re still in your shorts. Which brings me to this; how have none of you been arrested for indecent exposure?’’

I laugh, I already expected him to ask something like that. I’d mentioned it at the beginning of the night to the girls. 

“No,’’ I tease, then pause, looking at him. “Why the hell are you blue?’’ My God. I thought it was the lighting in the club, but no, Max is definitely changing colour. Either that or my eyesight is playing tricks on me.

“Oh... Yeah... Nothing contagious,’’ he grins.

Fully dressed, I run my fingers through my hair with my back turned to Max. I hear his raspy chuckle and the hair on the back on my neck stands on edge.

“Bride’s bitch, huh?’’

“Yep,’’ I laugh, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Hmmm,’’ he murmurs after a beat. Then I feel him step forward, his front a breath away from my back. His fingers reach up, sweeping my thick, wavy hair to the side, sending a wave of shivers down my spine.

He steps back and I miss his body heat. When he begins to mysteriously run something across my back, I frown.

“What are you doing?’’ I ask, trying to turn around. His hand on my hip stops me from turning around.

“Stay still,’’ he rasps. Then moves his other hand to finish what he was doing. “All done.’’

Turning, he’s wearing an amused smirk which has me worried. In fact, I’m always on high alert when it comes to Max.

“What did you do?’’ I ask him, looking around the room for a mirror.

When I don’t find one, I look for anything that will get a reflection but see nothing. I sigh, and give him a pointed look to tell me. Grinning, he shrugs and holds his hand out for me to take.

Forgetting all about the t-shirt, I grab his hand grinning, nearly tripping over my own feet in the process. I giggle catching my balance. We walk to the door but instead of opening it like I thought he would, Max turns to me, pulling me into his arms.

“I meant what I said. I’m never letting you go. So you’re going to have to go out with me,’’ he smirks, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. The gesture is both sweet and cute.

“We’ll see,’’ I tease, rolling my eyes. Shaking his head at me he gives me his trademark smirk, his dimples causing me to release a dreamy sigh.

When we reach the others, everyone’s eyes are on me and Max. My face must redden because Stace and Nay start giggling.

“I’ll take that twenty now,’’ Maverick smirks at Lee.

The Lee guy, who I’ve not met, glowers at Maverick. “You cheated. You banged on the fucking door.’’

“They were already finished. Right, Max?’’

That’s when my brain catches up with me and I realise they’re talking about me and Max doing it. Knowing Max wouldn’t reveal such personal information, I relax.

“We finished a second before,’’ Max offers, sitting down.

My head snaps to him and I give him a glare. “Max!’’ I yell, not believing he just said that.

“What?’’ he asks astonished. “Honesty is the best policy.’’

“Yeah, if you’ve cheated, lied or stolen. Not about this,’’ I screech. The girls begin to laugh while I slowly sink myself into the chair next to Max.

A drink is handed to me by Stace. “You look like you need a refreshment,’’ she chuckles.

I narrow my eyes but there’s no denying the fact that I’m parched. I gulp the fruity drink down in one go, choking when I pull away.

“What on earth is that?’’ I wheeze out. Everyone laughs. If I wasn’t buzzed before, I sure am now. The alcohol warms my throat all the way down to my stomach and the buzz I already had going begins to intensify.

“Gavin’s speciality,’’ Myles chuckles.

Looking around the table I notice Malik and Harlow have disappeared, along with the bride and groom.

“Where are the others?’’ I ask, my voice sounding a little slurred.

Maybe I shouldn’t have drunk that last drink. My head is spinning. Needing my bag, for no reason, I get up, sweeping my hair to the side as I move over to where I was sitting before.

When a round of laughter erupts from behind me, I wonder if I’ve dressed properly or if I stumbled.

“What?’’ I ask, feeling wobbly on my feet as I turn back around, giggling when I find my bag. I pick it up and make my way back to the table.

“Max’s bitch, huh?’’ Lee chuckles.

“What? No? Is that what he’s telling you?’’ I shriek. Turning to Max I narrow my eyes and lean in close to him. “What are you telling them? I’m no one’s bitch. If anything you’re my bitch. Yes. You’re my bitch,’’ I state proudly.

“I’m not the one wearing the t-shirt,’’ he grins, leaning in. His lips are a breath away and I groan.

“Get those lips away from me,’’ I grumble, making him chuckle. “And what t-shirt? I don’t have a t-shirt.’’

“The one you’re wearing,’’ Kayla giggles.

“Huh?’’ I ask, looking at her confused.