Something Great
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Max closed the door and headed toward me as he spoke. “Jenna. Don’t stop on my account,” he smirked. “The music and dancing becomes you, not to mention you almost being topless.” With both of his hands on my waist, he turned me around and gave me a kiss. “Hello,” he said, looking at me with such tenderness while his hand had a mind of its own, being dirty. His finger started from my collarbone, slowly making its way down my breast, making me shiver like crazy.
“I…I…was looking for something…,” I stuttered, but paused when he tugged my bra and his tongue started to caress my right nipple. “To…wear.”
“I can…help you…with that…department,” he said in between sucking my ni**les.
“Max,” I gripped his dark gray sweater that formed to his chest in a delicious way. I was glad he’d worn jeans, too.
Max pulled up and turned me around again to face my clothes. Panting and blistering inside my panties, I stood there feeling dazed and unable to concentrate. Max reached over me, slid some hangers to the left, and pulled out my pink sweater with ruffles down the buttons. “You look pretty in pink.”
After I put my sleeves through, he buttoned from the bottom, but when he reached toward the top, he purposely brushed his knuckles on the side of my breast, making me ache for more.
“There you go,” he said, closing my closet door. “You’re all set.”
I smiled shyly as he took my hand, leading me out of my bedroom door.
Chapter 30
After Max kissed his mom on the cheek, he turned. “Mom, this is Jenna Mefferd, the one I told you about.”
“Hello, Mrs. Knight.” I smiled warmly, walking further into the house on the hard wood floor. The aroma of whatever was cooking in the kitchen churned my stomach, especially since I had eaten a very light breakfast. “Oh…I bought you these flowers, and dessert.” I turned to Max, who was holding a bouquet of various flowers and a box of cheesecake.
“I’ll hold them for you,” Max said.
“Welcome, Jenna. And thank you so much. It wasn’t necessary, but it was very sweet of you,” Max’s mom greeted as she hugged me. She was a couple of inches taller than me. “Call me Ellen. And come in.” Ellen took the flowers from Max’s hand. “I’ll put these in a vase.” Then she took the box from Max. “I can take this too. Take Jenna into the family room.” She smiled.
Ellen was even more beautiful in person than in the picture. Her beautiful blonde hair, just above shoulder length, was silky and shiny. I wondered how often she went to the beauty salon. With the amount of money she had, I wouldn’t be surprised if she went everyday. And it looked like, compared to the pictures, she had a lost a few pounds. But then again, I’d heard that a camera added unwanted extra pounds on photos.
Looping his arms around my shoulders, Max guided me into their foyer and dropped his arms, allowing me to take in the grandeur of the room. With a high ceiling and a staircase on either side of the wall, it was just as big as I thought it would be. The crystal chandelier caught my eyes after that, sparkling like a star…no brighter than the stars, twinkling from the sunlight reflecting through the window above the front double doors.
“Is Matt here yet?” Max asked.
“He’s in the kitchen, helping Carlos cook.”
They have a cook? A male cook?
“This way.” Max placed his hand behind my back as he guided me further in.
“Max!” Matthew said out loud. Matthew practically ran Max over and tackled him into a hug. Matthew was just as tall as Max, with lighter hair. He was handsome too, but not as gorgeous as my Max.
“Nice to see you too, little bro,” Max chuckled, then let go. “Matt, meet Jenna.”
Matthew raked his eyes over me from head to toe. His gaze made me uncomfortable, like he was undressing me with his eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”
Max slapped his arm. “Snap out of it. She’s mine.”
“Hello, Jenna.” Matthew gently wrapped his arms around me, as if worried he would crush me, then let go. “Max and I share everything,” he teased. “Don’t we, Max?”
“Shut up.” Max pushed him out of the way, held my hand, and led me into the family room. It was like walking into a home magazine. With the finest of furnishings, the area had definitely been decorated by a professional, unless Ellen had an eye for it—probably not. It was all color coordinated, down to the pictures of the family mounted on the wall, to the crown molding I loved so much. It gave a feeling of warmth and home.
“Dad, this is Jenna,” Max said.
As soon as I heard the word “Dad,” I froze, stopped glancing around, and turned. “Mr. Knight, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I extended my hand. A tall, handsome guy, with salt and pepper-colored hair, stood in front of me. It was amazing to see how much Max resembled his father.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Mr. Knight said. “Call me Rob.” He shook my hand. “Please…have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Then he went to the kitchen.
“My dad likes to cook, too. At least he tries,” Max said, sitting right next to me. He obviously wasn’t shy about displaying emotions in front of his parents. “In our house, men do the cooking.”
“Really?” My eyes grew wide. How sexy was that? “Whatever they are cooking in there smells delicious. And who’s Carlos?”
“I…I…was looking for something…,” I stuttered, but paused when he tugged my bra and his tongue started to caress my right nipple. “To…wear.”
“I can…help you…with that…department,” he said in between sucking my ni**les.
“Max,” I gripped his dark gray sweater that formed to his chest in a delicious way. I was glad he’d worn jeans, too.
Max pulled up and turned me around again to face my clothes. Panting and blistering inside my panties, I stood there feeling dazed and unable to concentrate. Max reached over me, slid some hangers to the left, and pulled out my pink sweater with ruffles down the buttons. “You look pretty in pink.”
After I put my sleeves through, he buttoned from the bottom, but when he reached toward the top, he purposely brushed his knuckles on the side of my breast, making me ache for more.
“There you go,” he said, closing my closet door. “You’re all set.”
I smiled shyly as he took my hand, leading me out of my bedroom door.
Chapter 30
After Max kissed his mom on the cheek, he turned. “Mom, this is Jenna Mefferd, the one I told you about.”
“Hello, Mrs. Knight.” I smiled warmly, walking further into the house on the hard wood floor. The aroma of whatever was cooking in the kitchen churned my stomach, especially since I had eaten a very light breakfast. “Oh…I bought you these flowers, and dessert.” I turned to Max, who was holding a bouquet of various flowers and a box of cheesecake.
“I’ll hold them for you,” Max said.
“Welcome, Jenna. And thank you so much. It wasn’t necessary, but it was very sweet of you,” Max’s mom greeted as she hugged me. She was a couple of inches taller than me. “Call me Ellen. And come in.” Ellen took the flowers from Max’s hand. “I’ll put these in a vase.” Then she took the box from Max. “I can take this too. Take Jenna into the family room.” She smiled.
Ellen was even more beautiful in person than in the picture. Her beautiful blonde hair, just above shoulder length, was silky and shiny. I wondered how often she went to the beauty salon. With the amount of money she had, I wouldn’t be surprised if she went everyday. And it looked like, compared to the pictures, she had a lost a few pounds. But then again, I’d heard that a camera added unwanted extra pounds on photos.
Looping his arms around my shoulders, Max guided me into their foyer and dropped his arms, allowing me to take in the grandeur of the room. With a high ceiling and a staircase on either side of the wall, it was just as big as I thought it would be. The crystal chandelier caught my eyes after that, sparkling like a star…no brighter than the stars, twinkling from the sunlight reflecting through the window above the front double doors.
“Is Matt here yet?” Max asked.
“He’s in the kitchen, helping Carlos cook.”
They have a cook? A male cook?
“This way.” Max placed his hand behind my back as he guided me further in.
“Max!” Matthew said out loud. Matthew practically ran Max over and tackled him into a hug. Matthew was just as tall as Max, with lighter hair. He was handsome too, but not as gorgeous as my Max.
“Nice to see you too, little bro,” Max chuckled, then let go. “Matt, meet Jenna.”
Matthew raked his eyes over me from head to toe. His gaze made me uncomfortable, like he was undressing me with his eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”
Max slapped his arm. “Snap out of it. She’s mine.”
“Hello, Jenna.” Matthew gently wrapped his arms around me, as if worried he would crush me, then let go. “Max and I share everything,” he teased. “Don’t we, Max?”
“Shut up.” Max pushed him out of the way, held my hand, and led me into the family room. It was like walking into a home magazine. With the finest of furnishings, the area had definitely been decorated by a professional, unless Ellen had an eye for it—probably not. It was all color coordinated, down to the pictures of the family mounted on the wall, to the crown molding I loved so much. It gave a feeling of warmth and home.
“Dad, this is Jenna,” Max said.
As soon as I heard the word “Dad,” I froze, stopped glancing around, and turned. “Mr. Knight, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I extended my hand. A tall, handsome guy, with salt and pepper-colored hair, stood in front of me. It was amazing to see how much Max resembled his father.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Mr. Knight said. “Call me Rob.” He shook my hand. “Please…have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Then he went to the kitchen.
“My dad likes to cook, too. At least he tries,” Max said, sitting right next to me. He obviously wasn’t shy about displaying emotions in front of his parents. “In our house, men do the cooking.”
“Really?” My eyes grew wide. How sexy was that? “Whatever they are cooking in there smells delicious. And who’s Carlos?”
