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“That’s my girl.” I tear my cock one-handed from my black denim jeans. Pumping it in my palm a few times before rubbing it through her cum. Spreading it over my shaft.

Her hand curves around the crown of my cock, and I groan. “Shit…condom.” I stare at her, removing my hand.

“I’m on the pill, and I…I got tested last week. You?”

I shrug, “First time without a condom.”

Her eyes round with a look that tells me I just gave her the key to the fucking city. She pumps me in her hand before smiling.

“Fuck my pussy, big boy. Show me what I’ve been missing all these years. Make me come again.”

I don’t waste a single second before I thrust forward with enough force to make us both groan deeply, my abdominal muscles clenching because,goddamn,she feels fucking perfect.I’ve never fucked someone without, and yeah, now I get why people love it so much.

“Fuck, Tasha.”

I’m done. I’m so fucking done with this girl!

CHAPTER 28

Julia

I muffle a laugh,hearing Tasha and Rocco go at it.

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it?” Max says with an easy smile that I haven’t seen since Rocco was arrested. I push my fingers through his dark hair, and he leans into my touch.

We’ve retreated to what I’ve deemed as ‘our bedroom’, relaxing against the birch wood headboard.

“The two of them together is going to be hilarious.”

“Are you kidding? The two of them together is going to be nothing but trouble.” The dark mood that’s been clinging to him is back in full force. A reminder that we’re still not in the clear. Rocco may be out for now, but the cops are suspicious. I can tell Max feels guilty for his cousin taking the blame for something he did. Even if the cops believe my story, they’re looking at the family.

At Max.

At me.

“Hey, where did you go in that pretty little head of yours?” Max asks, hand firmly on my thigh. Holding me like I belong right next to him.

“Today was a lot. I’ve never been in trouble before. I’ve never seen the back of a cop car. When I was a teenager, I never even shoplifted like many of my friends did. I thought for sure they would lock me up, and I’d never see you again.”

He presses his lips to my temple and cradles me against his firm chest.

“That would never happen. If they tried to take you from me, I’d have no problem killing anyone that stood in my way of keeping you.”

Tasha might be teasing Rocco about being a killer, but with Max’s declaration, I’m forced to remember that the real killer is right here. Holding me. While that should cause me to panic, it calms me. Knowing that he cares for me so much that he’s willing to risk everything for me.

This thing between us might be new, but it’s fierce and full of passion. He understands me in ways I didn’t even know I could be. And what’s worse is that I feel the same way about him. Here I am, risking it all for a man I barely know, but I feel deep in my soul that he’s it for me. The mere thought of not being with him anymore sends my anxiety into a tailspin. I’ve already lost so much—my dad, then my mom. It’s been just me and Tasha. But when I met Max, he breathed life into my grief-stricken heart. Lighting my life up, and desperate to hold onto what we have.

“Make me forget, Max. Make me forget everything but you.”

He moves on me in an instant, hovering over my body and running his large hands over my curves.

His lips are on me instantly. He takes my mouth in his, then leaves a trail of hot kisses down my jaw and even lower. He moves over the dip of my breasts. His lips find my pebbled nipple, sucking against the thin fabric of my shirt. The friction of his mouth against the barrier between us has my core aching for more.

“Are you wet for me,Bella?”

“Yes.” I moan.

His fingers find the button of my jeans, flicking it open and dipping his hand into my pants. I’m so wet that when his fingers graze the soft fabric of my panties, he smirks. I’m so fucking soaked for him, needing the feel of him inside me.