Stand Off
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“Good to hear.” Ice picked up his beer, moving away to the pool table.
When he moved away, Max realized Mason had sat down on a stool at the bar.
“You want to chime in your two cents?” Max wondered whether the man who had been Casey’s stepfather for several years would try to sway the club from their revenge.
“No. The club don’t give a fuck what I have to say.”
“And if they did?” Max probed.
“I’d tell you to be careful. Casey’s smart. She fooled you, didn’t she? A smart woman can do a lot of damage. The club was lucky Jackal caught her in time. Next time, we might not be so lucky.”
Max stared at the older man, knowing he was right. Casey had made him look stupid in front of his brothers. It still stung his pride when he remembered that night, waking to find she hadn’t cared who she had to fuck to get access to Ice’s office.
He left the clubhouse, feeling the stares of the brothers on his back. They were beginning to doubt he could keep his head on straight. Well, he was going to show them and Casey that no one made a fool out of him.
Chapter 17
Casey was straightening the comforter over her new mattress when she heard a sound in her bedroom doorway. Startled, she looked up to see Max taking up the doorway with his huge body.
“How did you get in?” she gasped in fright.
“The door was unlocked.” His short answer had her straightening. The man who had left her at the furniture store wasn’t this impassive man whose emotions she couldn’t read.
“I must have forgotten to lock the door after the delivery men left. Is something wrong?” Her voice trembled from uncertainty. Her instincts were screaming she was in danger.
He toed off his boots then reached behind his back to tug off his T-shirt.
“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon.” His grouchy voice had her thinking that wasn’t a good thing. “Never had a woman I couldn’t get out of my head.”
Casey held her breath. His body was taut and poised as if to pounce on her. She couldn’t understand how he could be so large and not have an ounce of fat on him. Max’s stomach was flat and firm, and his arms bulged with muscles. He was everyone’s fantasy, and he was within her reach.
“You need to get your clothes off or tell me to get the hell out.”
Casey didn’t want to debate any longer about whether she should become involved with Max; it was too late. She was going to grab this time she had with him with both hands and worry about the repercussions to her heart later.
Shakily, she removed her T-shirt then slid her jeans down her hips, watching as Max unbuckled his belt. She was more nervous this time than the first night they’d had sex since her mind wasn’t occupied with getting into Ice’s office. Tonight her mind wasn’t on anything except Max.
He took a step forward, into the small room already filled with the overly large bed. It was overwhelming to have the tough man in such close confines.
His hands slid behind her back, unhooking her bra before tossing it to the floor. “I couldn’t design anything as perfect as your tits.”
Heat filled her belly at his words. The women Max had been with had all been beautiful, with bodies that had an overt sexuality that made Casey feel self-conscious about standing naked in front of him. Her breasts were small, and she had wished for larger ones more than once. Nevertheless, he made her feel sexy as his finger traced her nipple then lifted the mound of flesh to his lips, sucking the nipple into his mouth.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his thighs. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers searching through the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit in soft brushes that had her knees locking so she wouldn’t lose her balance.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, exploring the flesh that had her fantasizing about him, while his mouth moved to her other nipple as his other hand tugged on the one his mouth had left. Casey moaned low in her throat, letting her body slide down to the carpet, dragging his mouth away from her breast. Her mouth found his nipple, repeating the torture he had given her.
His hands burrowed into her hair before lifting her head so his mouth could catch hers in a kiss that had his tongue thrusting inside, taking control. His kisses were usually firm and passion infusing, but tonight, he used his tongue to fuck her mouth. He wasn’t soft. Max was rough, tugging her head to the side so it seemed as if he was devouring her, trying to steal her soul with a desire that took everything without letting her hold anything of herself back.
Casey’s head fell back as she took gasping breaths of air. His hard cock was pressed against her stomach, making her curious about what it would feel like to play with. Despite his large size, Max was the type of man a woman could feel free enough to try anything with, even something she had never done before. Casey hesitantly slipped her hand between their bodies, feeling the numerous metal balls around the head of his cock. Then she bent down and gingerly licked the tip.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Max grunted.
Casey opened her mouth, taking him inside. She sucked him cautiously at first, despite his words; however, when his hand in her hair pushed her down farther, a wildness in her she didn’t know she was capable of took over. She pressed her thighs together as the heat in her body spiraled, giving her the confidence to slide her mouth over him and use her tongue to torment his piercings.
“Damn, woman, if I didn’t want to come so bad in that pussy, I would let you suck me off.” He tugged her head up, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “In the morning, I’m going to fuck that mouth before I leave.”
Max lifted her from the floor, placing her on the mattress. Casey sat, licking the taste of him off her lips as he tore open a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Max then climbed on the bed behind her, pressing his chest against her back, his hand sliding around the front of her belly and pressing her back to him. Another hand parted her pussy as she felt his cock nudge her from behind.
She moaned when his cock slipped through her wetness, unerringly finding her opening and thrusting inside her. Casey’s head fell back onto his shoulder as he steadily fucked her. She braced herself as his strokes became harder and rougher.
Max wasn’t a gentle lover this time. His hand gripped her stomach so hard she thought he would leave a handprint as he surged inside her, grinding his hips against her ass.
“Move that ass. Tonight, I want to know that you want my dick in you.”
“I do.” Casey thrust her ass back at him as he surged forward.
Max went to her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth as his strokes increased. She grasped his arm around her waist to keep her balance as the bed shook.
“How bad do you want me, Casey?”
A whimper escaped her. “More than I want to breathe.”
Max’s hand went to her throat, pressing against her pulse. “That bad?”
“Yes.”
His hand pressed harder.
“More?” he whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe.
“God, yes.”
His hand tightened around her throat, not cutting off her breathing, just making it harder to catch a deep breath.
She felt the metal balls with each of his strokes, stimulating the walls of her pussy until Casey had to move faster. The intensity of the sparks he was creating inside her had her trying to catch the climax that was just out of her reach.
When he moved away, Max realized Mason had sat down on a stool at the bar.
“You want to chime in your two cents?” Max wondered whether the man who had been Casey’s stepfather for several years would try to sway the club from their revenge.
“No. The club don’t give a fuck what I have to say.”
“And if they did?” Max probed.
“I’d tell you to be careful. Casey’s smart. She fooled you, didn’t she? A smart woman can do a lot of damage. The club was lucky Jackal caught her in time. Next time, we might not be so lucky.”
Max stared at the older man, knowing he was right. Casey had made him look stupid in front of his brothers. It still stung his pride when he remembered that night, waking to find she hadn’t cared who she had to fuck to get access to Ice’s office.
He left the clubhouse, feeling the stares of the brothers on his back. They were beginning to doubt he could keep his head on straight. Well, he was going to show them and Casey that no one made a fool out of him.
Chapter 17
Casey was straightening the comforter over her new mattress when she heard a sound in her bedroom doorway. Startled, she looked up to see Max taking up the doorway with his huge body.
“How did you get in?” she gasped in fright.
“The door was unlocked.” His short answer had her straightening. The man who had left her at the furniture store wasn’t this impassive man whose emotions she couldn’t read.
“I must have forgotten to lock the door after the delivery men left. Is something wrong?” Her voice trembled from uncertainty. Her instincts were screaming she was in danger.
He toed off his boots then reached behind his back to tug off his T-shirt.
“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon.” His grouchy voice had her thinking that wasn’t a good thing. “Never had a woman I couldn’t get out of my head.”
Casey held her breath. His body was taut and poised as if to pounce on her. She couldn’t understand how he could be so large and not have an ounce of fat on him. Max’s stomach was flat and firm, and his arms bulged with muscles. He was everyone’s fantasy, and he was within her reach.
“You need to get your clothes off or tell me to get the hell out.”
Casey didn’t want to debate any longer about whether she should become involved with Max; it was too late. She was going to grab this time she had with him with both hands and worry about the repercussions to her heart later.
Shakily, she removed her T-shirt then slid her jeans down her hips, watching as Max unbuckled his belt. She was more nervous this time than the first night they’d had sex since her mind wasn’t occupied with getting into Ice’s office. Tonight her mind wasn’t on anything except Max.
He took a step forward, into the small room already filled with the overly large bed. It was overwhelming to have the tough man in such close confines.
His hands slid behind her back, unhooking her bra before tossing it to the floor. “I couldn’t design anything as perfect as your tits.”
Heat filled her belly at his words. The women Max had been with had all been beautiful, with bodies that had an overt sexuality that made Casey feel self-conscious about standing naked in front of him. Her breasts were small, and she had wished for larger ones more than once. Nevertheless, he made her feel sexy as his finger traced her nipple then lifted the mound of flesh to his lips, sucking the nipple into his mouth.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his thighs. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers searching through the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit in soft brushes that had her knees locking so she wouldn’t lose her balance.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, exploring the flesh that had her fantasizing about him, while his mouth moved to her other nipple as his other hand tugged on the one his mouth had left. Casey moaned low in her throat, letting her body slide down to the carpet, dragging his mouth away from her breast. Her mouth found his nipple, repeating the torture he had given her.
His hands burrowed into her hair before lifting her head so his mouth could catch hers in a kiss that had his tongue thrusting inside, taking control. His kisses were usually firm and passion infusing, but tonight, he used his tongue to fuck her mouth. He wasn’t soft. Max was rough, tugging her head to the side so it seemed as if he was devouring her, trying to steal her soul with a desire that took everything without letting her hold anything of herself back.
Casey’s head fell back as she took gasping breaths of air. His hard cock was pressed against her stomach, making her curious about what it would feel like to play with. Despite his large size, Max was the type of man a woman could feel free enough to try anything with, even something she had never done before. Casey hesitantly slipped her hand between their bodies, feeling the numerous metal balls around the head of his cock. Then she bent down and gingerly licked the tip.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Max grunted.
Casey opened her mouth, taking him inside. She sucked him cautiously at first, despite his words; however, when his hand in her hair pushed her down farther, a wildness in her she didn’t know she was capable of took over. She pressed her thighs together as the heat in her body spiraled, giving her the confidence to slide her mouth over him and use her tongue to torment his piercings.
“Damn, woman, if I didn’t want to come so bad in that pussy, I would let you suck me off.” He tugged her head up, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “In the morning, I’m going to fuck that mouth before I leave.”
Max lifted her from the floor, placing her on the mattress. Casey sat, licking the taste of him off her lips as he tore open a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Max then climbed on the bed behind her, pressing his chest against her back, his hand sliding around the front of her belly and pressing her back to him. Another hand parted her pussy as she felt his cock nudge her from behind.
She moaned when his cock slipped through her wetness, unerringly finding her opening and thrusting inside her. Casey’s head fell back onto his shoulder as he steadily fucked her. She braced herself as his strokes became harder and rougher.
Max wasn’t a gentle lover this time. His hand gripped her stomach so hard she thought he would leave a handprint as he surged inside her, grinding his hips against her ass.
“Move that ass. Tonight, I want to know that you want my dick in you.”
“I do.” Casey thrust her ass back at him as he surged forward.
Max went to her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth as his strokes increased. She grasped his arm around her waist to keep her balance as the bed shook.
“How bad do you want me, Casey?”
A whimper escaped her. “More than I want to breathe.”
Max’s hand went to her throat, pressing against her pulse. “That bad?”
“Yes.”
His hand pressed harder.
“More?” he whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe.
“God, yes.”
His hand tightened around her throat, not cutting off her breathing, just making it harder to catch a deep breath.
She felt the metal balls with each of his strokes, stimulating the walls of her pussy until Casey had to move faster. The intensity of the sparks he was creating inside her had her trying to catch the climax that was just out of her reach.
