11. Max

I pulledup to the curb of her house, wondering who the hell was already here. There were four cars parked in her driveway, but there was no need for a single woman to have so many vehicles.

Unless…was she married?

Rage ignited in my belly as I stared at the small house. I couldn’t believe she was fucking married. Not that I could really say much on the subject. I’d slept with countless married women over the years. The difference was I always knew they weren’t available for anything more, and that was the appeal of married women.

But this woman…she wasn’t supposed to be married. How the hell was I supposed to enjoy a carefree night with her if she had someone waiting on her? Or someones. Hell, what if she had kids? Fuck, this was a disaster. I couldn’t stick my dick in a woman who’d given birth to a bunch of fucking kids!

Although, now that I thought about it, her pussy was way too tight to have pushed a little beansprout fucker through. I laughed to myself, feeling slightly better that I only had to eliminate one motherfucker tonight. I shoved the door open and stomped through the grass to her front door. I was about to pound the fuck out of it when I heard peels of laughter from inside.

Leaning over the metal railing, I peered in the window, squinting at what appeared to be a pajama party.

Women.

I flinched back, unsure of how to handle the situation. Normally, I’d go inside and find out if all of them wanted to join in. Four women sounded like a party I could get on board with. Then again, Christa was in church today. Would she be up for something like that? Maybe she had a kinky side. Maybe I was reading into this whole church thing way too much. Plenty of women had deep, dark fantasies they didn’t want to shout about. This could be hers.

I leaned over the railing again to get a better look at the women inside with her. They all had wine glasses in their hands. That was very promising indeed. However, none of them were as gorgeous as Christa. She just did it for me, which wasn’t saying a lot. Anything with two legs that could spread easily did it for me.

But as I looked through the window, I just wasn’t feeling the vibe of an orgy. How was I going to get the rest of them out of there? Clearly, I was interrupting something, and it would be rude to storm in and demand they leave.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Since when do you care about what other people think?

I didn’t. But I got the feeling this required a little more finesse than I was used to. I fished out my phone and sent a text to FNG, telling him I needed backup at this address.

Max: Bring Fox.

But there were three of them. I couldn’t assume any of them would be okay with a threesome.

Max: And IRIS.

There. Now, there was one man for each woman. They could get the ladies out and I’d move in for the kill. She’d be putty in my hands. And finally, I could get the sleep I needed, though it would be difficult without a little alcohol.

Max: And bring my bottle of whiskey.

Now, the night was set.

FNG: What’s going on? Why so many of us?

Irritation shot through me. Was I always going to have to explain myself? I thought being part of a team meant that you showed up whenever you were needed.

Max: Are you on my team or not?

FNG: I thought it was my team, but we’ll discuss that later.

Max: Don’t forget my whiskey.

I waited for the dots to bounce again, but they never did. I sat down on the first step, twiddling my thumbs as I waited for him to show up. What the fuck was taking him so long? Did he not get that this was an emergency?

After what felt like half the night passed, FNG finally pulled up in the fucking minivan with Fox and IRIS, though neither of them looked too happy to be here. I stood, stomping down the steps to march over to them.

“About fucking time,” I snapped. “What the fuck took you so long?”

“Well, for one,” IRIS glowered, “I’m not on your team.”

“What the fuck is your point?”

“The point is—” FNG cut in. “We should bring him over to our side.”

That was interesting. “We’ll see how he does tonight.”

I watched in confusion as they stepped around to the back of the minivan and started gearing up. When IRIS brought out the bomb disposal kit, I realized they were a little confused about the details of this particular mission.

“Guys, I think you got the wrong end of the stick, here. We’re not gonna need any of that.”

IRIS glanced at me as he finished loading his bag. “Why not?”

“Well, it’s not that sort of mission.”

“Then what sort of mission is it?” FNG asked. “Hostage situation?”

“Ooh, I can help with that,” Fox beamed. “Calming down the hostages is my strong suit.”

FNG rolled his eyes at him. “If there’s someone holding people hostage, it’s not the hostages you have to keep calm.”

“Au contraire. Restless hostages make for a tense situation. Happy hostage, happy life.”

“Yeah, they’re all gonna die,” IRIS muttered, tossing his bag over his shoulder.

“There are no hostages and no bombs to dismantle.”

“Then what the fuck am I doing here?” IRIS asked.

Okay, this wasn’t going as planned. “Look, I only brought you guys out here because I have a personal situation I need fixed.”

FNG stepped back, holding up his hands. “Whoa, I don’t do personal…situations.”

Shaking my head, I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “In there. Not me personally. That woman from the church is inside, but she has company. I need you to get rid of them.”

IRIS quirked an eyebrow at me. “You know we don’t dispose of random people so you can get laid, right?”

“I don’t want you to get rid of them in that way. Or show them how to meditate,” I added quickly for Fox’s benefit. “I just need you to kindly show them the door so I can swoop in and make my move.”

“I thought this was an actual job,” FNG scowled. “I put on my tactical gear and everything. I brought my special knife I got from Ivan.”

“Who?”

“His KGB friend,” IRIS muttered. “If you believe his stories.”

“See what I’m talking about?” FNG snapped. “Nobody fucking believes a word I said. Even though Ivan showed himself to Cash! They were fucking there!”

“It’s not that we don’t believe you,” IRIS said hesitantly. “It’s just…we don’t believe you. Come on, do you really expect us to think you were with that many women?”

“Oh, like I couldn’t get a woman?” FNG scoffed.

“That many? And the circumstances…what about that one…you know, you said you snuck out the window?”

“I personally liked the one he was about to marry, but she was trying to kill him.”

“Yeah,” IRIS snorted. “And we’re supposed to believe Honey is really part of some cartel? Be realistic.”

“You asked what happened and I told you,” FNG shouted. “I told you everything! What more do you want?”

“Hey!” I shouted, wincing as I spun and waited for someone to open the front door after hearing all the commotion.

“Hum…” Fox said, his eyes closed as he waved his hands at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending calming thoughts your way. You’re not gonna get laid with that attitude.”

At least he was thinking about me and not FNG. “And speaking of that, can we get on with it? I have a bottle of whiskey I’d very much like to drink with the woman inside.”

“Oh, shit,” FNG winced. “I, uh…I sort of forgot it.”

“How could you forget it? I sent you a text!” I pulled out my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s right fucking there!”

“Again, we should really try and calm you down,” Fox said, stepping behind me. His hands went to my shoulders and he started rubbing. “You’re so tense. No wonder you’re always drunk. You can’t get centered.”

I shrugged him off, stepping away angrily. “I’m drunk because I want to be.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I snapped. “I happen to like it.”

“So…this isn’t some repressed thing you have going on?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but FNG spoke before I could throw in my two cents about Fox’s repressed feelings.

“Look, we’ll get you inside, but what the hell are we supposed to do with these women?”

“Do I look like I give a shit? Get them out of here. Take them out for a good time.”

All three of them stared at me.

“What?”

“We’re all married, dude,” IRIS said. “Not cool.”

“I’m not asking you to sleep with them. Just…show them a good time.”

IRIS tossed his bag in the back and shut the trunk.

“What are you doing?”

“Going home to my wife.”

“But…” Panic shot through me. “You can’t. The women…I need you!”

“No, you need help. This was not a mission,” IRIS snapped.

“FNG,” I pleaded. “You understand.”

“You getting laid? Yeah, I get it. But no, I’m not putting my relationship on the line for a quick fuck.”

I jabbed my finger in his face. “Hey, I always make it last.”

He slowly moved my finger out of the way and turned from me. “That’s great, but I’m still not helping.”

Fox looked at me uncertainly.

“I guess you’re gone too.”

“I really do want to help you. Sex is a natural thing that really helps you explore those inner?—”

“Fuck, just get out of here,” I snapped, not ready for another lecture on how I can loosen the tension in my body.

“You know, one of these days, you guys will be banging down my door, begging me to tell you what this knows,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “There’s a storm coming, and when it arrives?—”

“Fucking hell, have you always been like this? I can’t take listening to this shit.”

He frowned, then flipped me off. “We could have had something special.”

I waitedfor the better part of two hours for the party to end. Pacing around her front yard was getting old, and I was beginning to feel like a stalker. Besides, there was alcohol inside, and I had nothing out here. I hadn’t even remembered my flask when I rushed out of the IT room after Rae gave me her information.

I crept back up the steps and looked inside. They were still watching their movie, showing no signs of walking away any time soon. I needed a plan, and just when I was about to knock on the door and tell them someone died and I needed to talk to Christa, she got up from the couch and headed to the back of the house.

I shot down the steps and rushed around the yard. If I was lucky, I could sneak in the back. I nearly slid in the mud in my urgency to stop at the back door. I grabbed the handle, turning slightly, grinning when it opened. We’d have to talk about her lack of safety, but that conversation would come after I had my way with her.

I stepped inside and crept through the hall to the kitchen. She was opening another bottle, very destructively, I might add. The way she was doing it, there would be more cork in the bottle than wine.

“Psst!”

She jerked, pressing her hand to her chest as she swung the corkscrew in my direction. “What the hell!”

I crept out of the shadows, smirking at her as I grabbed her around the waist.

“What are you doing in my house?”

“I had to see you.”

Her eyes softened slightly before she shook her head and stepped back. “I have company.”

“Tell them to get the hell out,” I said, pulling her back into my arms. I pressed my lips to her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Fuck, I love the way you smell.”

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest and knew I had her when she tangled her fingers in my hair.

“No, I can’t do this,” she gasped as I sucked gently on her skin.

She started backing away from me again. “No, no, no, no,” I shook my head, pulling her back to me. “You can do this. You want to do this very much.”

“I do,” she groaned, “but I can’t kick them out.”

“Yes, you can. You walk in there and tell them you have a headache and need to sleep.”

“That would be a lie,” she moaned.

I slid my hands down her waist to her ass, moaning when I had both cheeks cupped in my hands. “Fuck, I need you.” I pressed my growing erection against her, backing her up against the counter. My lips moved of their own accord, licking and tasting every inch of her skin. I couldn’t stop. I was addicted to her, and I’d only walked through the door. Before I knew it, my hands were slipping under her shirt, cupping her breasts as I dry-humped her. Fuck, I was losing my mind over this woman. It was very, very bad.

She pushed away, gasping for air. She looked mussed and very fuckable. I wasn’t going to be able to walk away tonight. Not even if she told me they were staying for another four hours.

“Baby, you need to tell them to leave,” I growled.

“I—”

“Turn your ass around and tell them to get the fuck out before I take you right here on the kitchen table.”

Her eyes flicked to the table, showing a flicker of interest. I filed that away for later, hoping I could remember it when half the time I was drunk. I stalked toward her, ready to take her now, but she held up her hand.

“Alright, alright!” she hissed, glancing over her shoulder. “Just…give me a minute.”

“That’s all you get, and then I’m coming for you.”

Her lips twitched as she scurried out of the room. I grabbed the wine bottle and finished opening it for her as I listened to her giving them every excuse in the book as to why they had to suddenly leave.

She wasn’t feeling good.

No, she just wanted to be alone.

Her head hurt and she was pretty sure she was coming down with the flu.

With every word she uttered, they tried to talk her into staying, but she held firm until finally, I heard the front door click. She appeared in the kitchen moments later, her eyes unable to hide the lust she felt. I stalked toward her, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her body against mine.

My lips collided with hers as I desperately tore at her clothes. I’d never been so fucking desperate for another taste of a woman, but right now, all I could think about was getting inside her. My fingers found her clit just seconds after I stripped her bare.

She moaned as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. Fuck, she was soaked for me. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking hell. I need to be inside you.”

I shucked my jeans in a matter of seconds, unable to hold back. I grabbed her hips, hoisting her in the air as I spun her and laid her out on the table. I shoved everything else off the top, needing enough space to devour her. My tongue slid over her hip bone, trailing over her smooth skin until I found the heat radiating off her body.

The moment I tasted her, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t get enough.

“Max,” she said breathlessly, fingering my hair and tugging hard.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried out. “God, yes!”

I feasted on her, taking what I wanted, but soon, a taste was no longer enough. I had to be inside her. I grabbed her hips and dragged her forward until she was flush against my cock. I rocked against her, teasing her with just the tip.

“You want my cock, baby?”

She turned bright red, hiding behind her hands. I tore them away, grabbing her chin in a rough grip. “You look at me when I fuck you.”

She nodded jerkily, licking her lips in anticipation. I slid inside her in one swift movement, my cock buried deep in her pussy. Her fingers clenched around my arms in a desperate attempt to slow me down, but it wasn’t going to work. I had been dreaming about this since I saw her in that church. Something about her looking so fucking innocent in a choir robe really did it for me. I didn’t remember much about our first night together, but I knew I fucking loved it.

I hauled her up against me, devouring her lips as I branded her kisses in my head. My hips worked overtime, punching against her as I fucked her deep. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she screamed my name as her body shuddered against mine. That was all it took to push me over the edge.

I breathed heavily against her, fucking hating that FNG was right.

It was a quick fuck.