Page 66 of My Pucking Crush
Max
N aked.
Kneeling.
Tied up.
Waiting.
Waiting for Luca.
In his club.
Without a mask.
Ash’s fiancée called to say he’s on his way.
Time stops for me. Just me. Apparently, this isn’t something new. Public groveling. Offering myself in this submissive position as a way to apologize.
While I play these thoughts in my head, someone stands over me. I sigh in relief recognizing the shoes and the spicy scent.
“Max...” Luca sounds frantic.
Fuck, I scared him. “Permission to stand, sir.”
He scoffs. “I’m not a dom, and you’re not my sub. That’s not the relationship I want.”
“What do you want?” I look up at him. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.”
“Stand up, Max.” He grips my forearms to help me.
I shrug out of his hold and snap from kneeling to standing in one swift move. Something that takes a lot of different muscles. At my full height, I’m inches taller than Luca. “I’m sorry,” I say, staring down at the man I’ve fallen in love with.
“Sorry for what?”
“For not standing up to my friends,” I bristle at that, tasting bile on my tongue. “No, they’re not my friends. Not anymore if that’s how they feel about people like...us.”
Luca glances around, fury in his eyes. “I brought you in here with a mask on to protect you.”
“I don’t want to be protected. I don’t care if anyone here recognizes me. Not anymore. Not at the expense of losing you.”
“I care,” Luca snaps, and starts to untie me.
“These are my people, too,” I admit, feeling so relieved. “I want to be accepted. By them. But more importantly...by you. Even if it means groveling at your feet.”
Luca exhales and yanks me into a corner. “I never expected this. I never wanted this .”
“What do you want?”
His jaw ticks, the war in his head fighting for the right answer wears visibly on his face.
“Me, do you want me?” I ask, vulnerability drenching my tone. God, it feels so good to let go like this and to give him the control.
“I’m going someplace dark, Max.”
“Take me with you,” I whisper.
“What are you saying?”
“If I win the finals this year, I’m retiring. With this last win, I’m the GOAT.”
Luca scoffs at my reference to being the greatest of all time. “You’re certainly stubborn like one.”
“I want you. I want us,” I stress. “I want to be yours, Daniil,” I whisper his real name. “And I don’t care what kind of darkness is in your heart. So long as I’m in there, too.”
“Max,” he rasps. “Please. Let’s go home. I can’t keep you safe like this.”
“I’ll leave on one condition,” I whisper.
“I don’t like preconditions,” he growls .
“Tell me you forgive me.”
“Max.” He grips my face. “I did something incredibly stupid. I shouldn’t have locked you out of the house.”
“I’m glad you did. It cleared my head. Walking around naked really puts your problems into perspective. To feel exposed and get through it. I want to walk out of here holding your hand. I’m talking to Reid and Coach Beck tomorrow.”
“They’ll fire me.”
“Then I’ll quit the team,” I say with no hesitation.
“You’ll give up the GOAT for me?”
“Yes.”
“Max, I don’t want that,” Luca says, grunting. So fucking adorable. “I appreciate you wanting to take these risks to your career for me. I don’t want my boss to know I fucked you while I was trying to protect you.”
I think about his objection and finally nod. “There’s something else I want.”
“I’ll do anything, so long as you let me get you out of here.”
I smile. “Fuck me, Luca.”
It’s dark in here but I see a deep blush staining his cheeks above the beard line. “What? What do you—”
“Your cock in my ass. I want that.” I grab his cock over his pants.
He draws in a ragged breath, knowing this is a game changer for us and a big step for me. It’s the ultimate sign of how much I trust him.
“Why would you let me do that to you?” he asks with gritted teeth, his cock hardening in my grasp.
“Because I love you.”