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“You okay?” Max furrowed his brow in concern.
“Yeah, I just… I was at the diner and I spilled my sweet tea all over this guy. He was wearing khaki pants and it looked terrible, like he’d had an accident. I kept apologizing but he just seemed to get more and more annoyed.”
Max chuckled softly. “That does sound terrible. I’m sure he’ll forgive you. And if not, who knows? We might not even be coming back to town, at least not as a production crew. You probably won’t ever see him again.”
“Don’t say that,” I muttered. “Don’t jinx it.”
Max just laughed and shook his head. “Sorry! I won’t say it again.”
Sterling shook his head. “I need a drink. Besides, I want to see what you two have been up to all this time. I’ll catch you later.”
Finally, we stood there, alone in the crowd. Max took my hand and squeezed gently. “Hey.”
I looked at him, my heart fluttering. “Yeah?”
He smirked and batted his eyelashes at me exaggeratedly. “How about I make good on that promise and you take me home?”
“That sounds like anexcellentidea.”
Chapter Twenty
Max
Jake got us back to his place in a hurry, me teasing him the whole time, my hand on his thigh, my fingers toying with the sizable bulge in his pants, but never quite giving in. By the time we’d arrived at his place, I was painfully hard just from touching him, lust hot in my veins. He’d spent the last few minutes of the drive squirming in his seat and looking at me with a dark, lustful gaze, and I couldn’t get enough.
The second he threw the truck into park, he hauled me in, crushing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned into it, opening my mouth to him and sliding my tongue out against his. We kissed like that, brutal, needy, desperate, for a long time. My cock ached, leaking into my boxers as he gripped my hair firmly in one hand. When we were out of breath and panting, Jake pulled away.
“Get your ass inside before I strip us down and have you fuck me right here.” His voice was husky and commanding andreallydoing it for me.
“Someone’s turning into a power bottom,” I murmured before pressing another kiss to his lips.
“You complaining?”
I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Me? Never.”
With that, we scrambled inside, leaving our clothes scattered through the house as we hurried to get to the bedroom. Once we’d reached our destination, we tumbled together onto the bed, shoving blankets aside to make room for us to sprawl out on the sheets. Jake grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers, spread his thighs, and began to prep himself to take me.
My cock throbbed and spilled more precum as I watched him bury two fingers in his hole without hesitation, a groan rumbling from his throat. I lubed myself, stroking my cock slowly as I watched him, the cool liquid quickly warming under my touch. He looked positively sinful, spreading himself open like that, skin flushing with pleasure and need deliciously as he worked his ass open.
After several moments of me kneeling over him, stroking myself lazily with one hand while gripping his thigh with the other as he prepped, he groaned again and pulled his fingers out.
“You just here for the show, or are you actually going to participate?”
I gave him a slow shrug. “I don’t know. You look like you have it pretty under control.”
He growled and reached for my hand, but I pulled it away before he could get to me. “Get your ass over here.”
I smirked. “I don’t think it’s my ass you want.”
A hot breath escaped him. “Then get your big dick over here and fuck me into the mattress.”
“Power bottom,” I muttered.
“You love it.”
My gut clenched as I opened my mouth to respond. The words that nearly tumbled out of me were,I loveyou. The words caughtme by surprise, but it hit me all at once that they were true. My chest was warm, my heart full. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly been in love with someone, and it felt good. I just hoped he felt the same. I swallowed those three words, instead slapping his thigh. “Roll over,” I ordered. “Ass in the air.”
Jake complied quickly, proving he wasn’t atotalpower bottom—not yet, at least. I smirked as he did what I’d asked, thrusting his firm, sculpted ass up for me. I dragged the pad of my thumb across his hole and he shivered with need.
