Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MAX

The morning run pushed me to my limits as sweat trailed down my back. Despite the chilly November morning, I was sweating like a pig which might have something to do with all the beer I consumed over the weekend. I fully blamed Ander for it, but it was my own selfless act that got me in this shit.

"Fuck me," I muttered, resting my hands on my knees as I looked up at Ivy.

She grinned at me, like we hadn't just run six miles. She was wearing a cute skirt and a long-sleeved shirt that fully molded on her body, and yeah… my three-day hangover wasn't the only reason I was falling behind her in pace. Plus, she was crazy fast. Her endurance was impressive. No wonder Ander's ego couldn't take it.

"I would love to," she teased me with a grin as she caught her breath and blew a loose piece of hair from her eyes. "You are being such a gentleman."

"I'm going to die."

"You're being dramatic."

"I'll show you dramatic." I bent down to throw her over my shoulder and sprinted toward the ocean. The sand made my steps unsteady, but I continued with determination until the sea licked my shoes.

Ivy squealed over my shoulder. "Do not drop me in! Maximilian! Don't you dare!"

Smirking, I walked deeper into the ocean, the cold water freezing my burning and aching legs. "Maybe you should ask nicely."

"Fuck off, I hate you! If you do it, I will never talk to you."

"You and I are stuck together, Blossom."

Ivy screamed, and her voice echoed off the emptiness around us. We were alone. I submerged both of us.

The cold water helped me gain more control over my aroused body. It was becoming increasingly hard to deny I didn't find Ivy sexy and that my body wasn't attracted to her. I was supposed to help her get over her ex who completely shattered her confidence and belief in man, yet there I was, lusting after her like a horny teenager.

But the mixed signals she threw my way were just too confusing. One moment she looked like a sad little kitten being hurt by her sister or ex, and the next she was a seductive little minx wanting to climb me like a tree.

I wanted to be anything but a gentleman to her and it took controlling every fiber of my body to not do something that would jeopardize my career.

Because if Ivy and I were to hook up, that would eventually lead to a real break up, which would leave me at Thalia's mercy. No, thank you.

And it was much better getting blue balls from the ice-cold water than to admit it was because of the lack of sex.

"I will murder you!" Ivy screamed when we both emerged from the water, and I shook my hair out. "You are dead!"

"Wet is definitely a sexy look on you." I laughed as I took in her slick down hair, her destroyed ponytail and mad eyes.

But my next giggle got stuck in my throat as she stood, water dripping down her body. Her white shirt soaked through and completely see-through, allowing me a sneak peek into her hot pink sports bra and her hard nipples.

Fuck me.

No amount of cold water could distract me from the sight in front of me.

I swallowed hard. "Bad idea... I don't want you to get cold. Why don't we go?"

"Always the perfect gentleman," she teased as her beautiful lips pulled into a knowing half smile. "You started this, Aarons, now you better finish it."

"It was a joke." I shrugged, untying the soaking wet sweater I had tied around my waist. "Do you want it?"

"That will not help me." Ivy rolled her eyes. "It would only help you."

I cleared my throat, my eyes falling to her full lips that turned a shade lighter from the cold water. "But I don't want you to get cold."

"Body heat helps with that," she suggested, her voice innocent, as I watched her teeth graze her lower lip, wishing it was my own teeth and mouth on her. "What do you say?"

She didn't wait for my reply as she pulled the soaking shirt over her head.

I let out a ragged breath and ate up the sight of her. She was gorgeous. Her breasts perfectly full, narrow waist and long lean legs, thanks to all the running. No matter her personality, I would have wanted this girl just by looking at her. But knowing what was under this beautiful shell made me want her even more. I loved who she was as a person. Funny, caring and a great friend.

Fuck, I was in big trouble.

"Cat bit your tongue?" she teased, stepping closer to me. "It's not like you haven't kissed me before."

"We're alone…"

"So what?" she challenged me, taking another step closer. "We're both adults, Max. Adults who clearly have needs and find each other attractive. It doesn't mean anything."

Maybe she was ready for a rebound to forget Ander, but for me, this hookup would mean something different.

But if she needed a rebound, I'd much rather she chose me than anyone else.

"Is that all you want?" I asked, titling my head. "Just sex?"

"If it's on the table... yes. We are stuck together, because of this arrangement... we better make the most of it. It's not like any of us can go and hook up with anyone else. And... I... I have never slept with anyone else other than Ander. He was... my first. I kind of want to forget it... move on."

The truth of her words hit me to the core and something in me snapped. She deserved the world, someone to worship her and love her the way I knew I could.

Unable to wait much longer, I closed the distance between us and kissed her with all the pent-up passion that was suffocating me these past few days. I kissed her like I was drowning and she was my only source of oxygen. Because I wasn't good with words, and I had no idea how to tell her everything that I wanted to.

My hands moved down her neck, gripping her shoulder tight, before lowering the straps of her sports bra and freeing her tight nipples. God, the sight of them… Based on Ivy's expression, they might be aching even. I brushed the hard tip and pinched it.

A moan tore from her, pleasure making her arch.

"Max," she panted as my other hand massaged her breast while my fingers played with her other breast. Rolling and pinching the hard bud, forcing out the tortured noises from Ivy. "You're going to make me come just by touching my nipples."

Cold be dammed, that was the plan. I dropped my head and sucked her nipple.

"Oh my God!" she squealed, holding onto my messy, wet locks. "Keep going... please... don't stop."

My mouth moved to the other one, while my hand landed on her ass, and I squeezed it tight.

Ivy was so responsive to my touch, arching her back, thrusting her hips forward, silently urging me to touch her. The wet material of her leggings made it difficult to put my hand inside it, but answering her wishes, I traced the outline of her pussy with my hand, drawing small circles over her most sensitive spot.

Panting and gasping for air, some ragged words left her mouth, but I couldn't decipher what exactly she wanted.

More, for sure.

I kept my thumb pressing over her nipple while my other two fingers thrusted over her opening. I couldn't dip them into her wetness, as the clothes stopped me.

"Are you going to come for me?" I asked with my mouth around her nipples, my teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin.

"Yes. Just don't stop."

"There's no stopping me, Blossom." I switched between her tits and stroked them in perfect sync.

Her breathing turned more and more ragged with every thrust and her moans became frequent with each lick of my tongue, until there was nothing left of her but a panting, wet mess.

"Max..."

"That's it, Blossom, let it go."

"Oh my—" she screamed as her body jerked when her climax hit her. I kept on sucking and thrusting all the way until she settled, and her head dropped against my head, her fingers grazing my neck.

"You good?" I asked from her breasts, watching the nipples wear a lovely pink color from my work. It was my own personal artwork.

"Never better." She chuckled, while I pulled the straps of her sports bra higher and hid her breast. "I don't... I'm not..."

"It's okay, Blossom."

"I can... if you want... suck you off... or jerk you off... or..." she offered, the conversation suddenly turning uncomfortable. Even the air around us shifted as her desire settled.

"I'm good," I croaked. "I just wanted to help."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I almost cringed at my words, and suddenly, I was happy I didn't take the full plunge and dived into it without thinking. It would have only ended up with one of us hurt.

And as we walked back from the beach, both soaking wet, only one of us was still blue. My blue balls had nothing to do with the cold but everything to do with the sexy blonde who was my fake girlfriend.