Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

She smiled. “My father is a big businessman. Since I was a little girl, he’s been teaching me about supply and demand.”

“It takes more than an understanding of basic economics to be an entrepreneur.”

“I have a business degree.”

He jerked toward her and almost looked comical in his surprise. “No shit. I thought you were homeschooled.”

“I enrolled in an online university. It’s accredited, so my degree is legit.”

“I had no idea.”

She bit into the chicken, and the juices almost ran down her chin. “You got a napkin?”

“Crap.” He shoved back his chair and sprinted inside. A moment later he returned with a half-used roll of paper towels. He tore one off. “Here.”

She wiped her chin. “Thanks.” After taking a sip of the wine, she leaned back. “Listen, I know you think I’m some ditzy model because you think all models are ditzy. But that’s not the real me.”

His glance stroked the ground before looking up at her. “I’m beginning to learn that.”

She held up a hand. “I bet it seems odd that I own my own boutique on Melrose Avenue and am attracted to Ian who seems to be a playboy. Right?”

“Right.”

“Do you know why Ian acts so irresponsible sometimes? And why he likes to drive a fancy car and have everyone think that he’s some party animal?”

Max leaned forward as if the answers to all his problems would be solved if she gave him the answer. “No.”

“He wants to be like you. He wants to be respected.”

“Then why not earn the respect?”

How could such a smart man not understand his own twin? “Because he’s afraid of failing. He doesn’t want to disappoint you or your dad, so he pretends not to try.”

Max shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong. I love my brother, but he’s been a fuckup since we were ten.”

“Give him a chance.”

“Are you planning to? He’ll only hurt you, you know.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Max picked up his fork and focused solely on the food. His mind was probably sifting through what she’d said. The meal was delicious. It was better, in fact, than the fare at Mrs. Callen’s ranch. Or maybe it was the company that made the food taste so good.

Once they finished eating, she brought in her plate. “Why don’t I clean up while you get out the chess game.”

He stepped next to you. “Game’s already up. We’ll clean together.”

She liked that they worked well together. Something was different about Max. Maybe when he realized she could support herself, his opinion of her rose. After they’d put the dishes in the dishwasher and washed the frying pan, they headed into the living room.

“Since I won last time, you can have the white pieces.”

“Oh, no you don’t. I want to win by starting with a disadvantage.”

This guy was so serious about winning. She’d have to bring on her best game. “You’re on.”

She sat opposite him and made her standard first move toward the center of the board. He countered the same way. Now she’d have to get creative. She moved her rook, and he countered by using his knight to get closer to the center. After her next move, the game slowed down. Max studied the board for a long time before making his move.

“Damn.”

A small smile lit his face. “You didn’t see that coming, did you?”

“No. It’s a bold move.” She liked to keep her king and queen more protected, but maybe she could use that to her advantage.

She moved a pawn, and he pounced on her man with his knight. “Gotcha.” He waved the victory piece.

This wasn’t how she thought the game would progress. She, too, studied the board, trying to think a few steps ahead. Unfortunately, no matter where she moved, Max’s move was better.

“Are you sweating yet, Devonne?”

“Hold your horses. You haven’t yelled
checkmate
yet.”

He leaned back in his seat and drank his wine.
Damn
. He’d boxed her in. No matter what she did, he’d get the queen. Whatever. She moved her pawn closer to his side and he swept in and took his reward.

“Damn.”

“Willing to admit defeat?”

“Never.” There was no way to win. She was going to lose in the next two moves no matter what she did. “Okay. I admit defeat.”

He grinned and stood. She got up, too, thinking the evening was over. He took the glass from her hand and set it next to the chess set. His eyes turned a deeper blue, and his lips softened.

“I think we started something by the car that I never got to finish.”

Without waiting for her response, he picked her up and carried her down the hallway. She could say no, but her body was screaming yes, yes, yes.

He charged into the room and set her on her feet. His lips descended on hers like a drowning man who’d been thrown a line. Having Max’s strong arms around her gave her a sense of security she’d never had before. He knew what he wanted and was going to take it. Streaks of pleasure shot across her body.

Her lips parted, and he dove in. The rich, bold taste of the red wine blended with the spices in the chicken. As she drew his head closer to get more contact, her palms tingled from the silkiness in his hair. His chest pressed against hers, all she could think about was being one with him. Mentally, they were so well matched.

His hand cupped her ass, and her thoughts refocused on what her pussy was doing. He lifted her shirt out of her jeans, and then he slid his palms up her back. His warmth seeped into her skin as his calluses scraped a bit when his hands spanned her back. With a flick, he unhooked her bra and brought his hands to the front to cup her breasts.

“I love these.”

His words emboldened her. “You want to see them?”

His answer was to break the kiss and discard the top. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the material float to the ground.

“Much better.” He stepped back and slid the straps over her shoulders.

His eyes seemed to glaze over as he slowly revealed her tits. His mouth gently licked one nipple. The bra fell, and her upper body became totally nude.

Max stepped back and ran his gaze down her body. “I want you to stand there and let me touch you all over.”

“I get to reciprocate when you’re done.”

“We’ll see.”

Once more he lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed. He tugged off her boots and socks. Next came her jeans. By the time he had her naked, her pussy was sending out waves of perfume into the air. She thought he’d climb onto the bed. Instead, he pulled her to feet.

“Just stand there.”

A bit self-conscious, she obeyed. He started with her face. First came the soft touches. The pads of his thumbs traveled across her cheeks, over her lips and chin, and finally down her throat. He alternated with well-placed kisses that held the promise of forever. Nips, touches, and barely brushed lips traveled along her shoulder and down her arms.

She’d never had a more erotic experience. Willing him to touch her breasts, she inhaled. If he hadn’t been fully clothed, the seduction wouldn’t have been as effective. The fact only she was naked made the interaction more intense.

Finally, one finger brushed her nipple. A strong electric current speared her. He moved in front of her and rubbed the sides of her breasts with soft strokes. The slow pace was driving her crazy.

“Why can’t I touch you?”

“Shh. Just enjoy. We have all night.”

All night?
She’d never last. Max had been fast and intense by his truck. What had happened to that man? When he lowered his head to capture her breast, the relief caused a spasm to clamp down on her pussy. His worshipful attention ignited something inside her that made her willing to give up anything for this man.

His teeth grabbed her nipple and pulled it taut. The quick shot of pain immediately turned into a fevered pitch of desire. He took hold of her hands and pressed them tight against her body. She couldn’t touch him if she wanted to.

He’d circle her nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. His gentle approach gave way to desperation as he moved faster.

“Yes.”

She’d tried to keep quiet, but the word had flown out.

His legs seem to buckle, and he landed on his knees. Dear Lord, he was going to torture her pussy. He let go of her hands and dragged his fingers down her thighs.

“Spread your legs.”

She could no more disobey him than she could give up food. With her hands free, she held on to his head. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind. The first lick to her pussy drove her up to her toes, and her breath whooshed out. His hands spread her legs wider as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Slow, lazy circles around her opening had her groaning in seconds.

“Touch me harder.”

He leaned back and smiled. “Aren’t you enjoying this?”

“Yes, damn it.”

He lowered his head and went back to work. Spikes of need coursed through her. She moved her hips forward, hoping to increase the pressure, but he countered by moving back. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up her thighs. What she wouldn’t give for his fingers to be inside her. It would be too much to ask for a hard cock.

Using his thumbs, he peeled back her lower lips. The suction that followed took her by surprise. The intensity ratcheted her lust.

“Oh, God. That feels so good.”

He twisted his right hand and plied her pussy with two fingers. The tension roiled inside her. Need took hold, and her juices spewed. When he crooked his fingers and hit a sensitive spot, she nearly climaxed. Her body needed him inside her now, but he seemed determined to make her beg.

“What do I need to do to get you naked?”

He sat back and looked up at her. “Ask me?”

“I’m asking.”

He rocked back on his heel and stood. “Do you want to do the honors?”

She’d finally get to touch him. “Yes.”

First she pulled his shirt out of his pants then unbuttoned his shirt. Why couldn’t all men wear T-shirts? They were easier to get off. Being subtle wasn’t going to be her style today. Desperation was clawing at her.

Off came the shirt. Next, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She wondered if he went sans underwear like Ian. No. Damn. That was one more layer to get rid of.

“Can you take off your boots?”

He smiled, lifted his foot, and pulled off the shoe. As slow as he could, he set the boot near the closet. His deliberate attempt at stalling had the desired effect of getting her hotter. Never would she have thought Max to be such a tease.

After he took off the second boot and sock, he strode back over to her. She wasted no time lowering his pants. She held onto one leg. “Step out please.”

Soon he only had on his boxer briefs. She stood in front of him and plastered her chest against his rippling muscles. “I need to taste you.” With that, she kissed him hard then lowered her head and licked his nipples.

She loved that he tensed. Max pulled her up by the shoulders and returned her kiss. His lips softened, and he seemed to want to savor the moment. The drugging kiss left her under his spell.

“Maybe we should take this to the bed.”

She’d do anything he wanted. As soon as she placed a knee on the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her away from him. “Keep your feet on the ground and your hands on the bed.”

Instead of touching her, he stepped to the side. A drawer opened, and foil tore. If she hadn’t been in a hurry, she would have asked to put on the condom. Latex snapped. Three times. She looked behind her. Not only did his cock have a condom but so did two of his fingers.

He nudged his cock between her legs. When he dragged his dick up her divide, she stiffened.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to take you in the ass, though at some point I’d really like to.”

She knew all the ins and outs of the event, but had never experienced it firsthand. “Thank you.” That was a dumb thing to say, but to cover her embarrassment she had to say something.

He rubbed his cock over her pussy, and delicious flames licked its way up her spine. Instead of impaling her like she wanted, he dragged his length up her butt crack again. This time pricks of excitement burst in all directions. No one had played with her ass like that before. His covered finger gathered some of her juices before circling her dark hole. Heat raced up her face at the intimate act.

She’d been about to ask him why he liked to have sex in the ass when his finger edged in, stretching her tight muscles.

“Ohh.” She clenched.

He tapped her rear. “Relax and enjoy. I won’t hurt you. This can be beautiful if you let it.”

His conviction and tender delivery convinced her he believed what he was saying. She tried to let go of her inhibitions knowing full well that Max would never do anything that wouldn’t bring her pleasure. When he reached between her legs with his other hand and palmed her pussy, she gave into the bliss. Letting her mind go blank, she focused only on what his fingers were doing to her. He threaded his finger into her forbidden hole and moved it in and out over and over until tingles began to pulse down her darkened channel.