Page 67 of My Pucking Crush
Luca
I freeze, hearing those words out of Max’s mouth.
What? I scream in my head, but don’t dare ask him to repeat it, fearing I didn’t hear right, or he’ll take it back. Call it a mistake.
Call me a mistake.
I’m floored at what he did to prove how he really feels about me. And as the shock wears off, I get why he stayed silent about Oliver.
Max wants me to fuck him. I was expecting an apology, but didn’t know he’d actually say he loves me. This entire gesture blows me away. And Christ, yes, I want to fuck him.
But...
“Not here.” I turn to the two men standing behind him. “Where are his clothes? How dare you parade him naked—”
“Ford Montgomery.” The towering lawyer I’ve seen here before dips an eyebrow at my tone.
“Right here. They’re my clothes,” the other man, who I’ve seen with the lawyer says, folding his arms.
“That’s Ash. I went to college with him,” Max says softly.
These guys look anything but soft. But they’re a couple—that I gathered a while ago. And they’re pissed at what I did to Max. I appreciate how they’ve helped him.
“Get dressed.” I tweak Max’s nipple and slide my hand down until my fingers close around his dick. “I’m taking you home before someone figures out who you are. ”
“You won’t fuck me?” His eyes flutter as I squeeze his cock.
“For our first time? Not here. I want to fuck you in your bed.”
“In Stamford? The car is in East Hampton.”
“Then I’ll fuck you there.”
“I want you to christen my bed there.”
“No one’s been in that bed? Not even a woman?”
“No, Luc.” He kisses me. “Just you.”
I glance toward Ford and Ash. “I’m taking your friend’s bird back to the beach house.”
“It’s last call in a few minutes.” Ford grasps Ash’s hand. “I have to warn you about something.”
My heart spikes. “What?”
“I need this man.” Ford kisses Ash, hard and rough. “I’ve been waiting all damn day. You may have to deal with seeing my ass while I fuck him.”
“I can handle that.” Maybe.
I watch Max get dressed, making sure he covers up every inch of perfection that belongs to me .
He fucking loves me.
Club Dare feels differently now that what we have is real. I’m not sure I’ll want to bring Max back here. This place was a tool for me to get off.
I look at the love in Max’s eyes and I know, I’ll never return here, not without my boo.
FORD DOESN’T DISAPPOINT in the helicopter. He and Ash sit on the opposite sofa in the luxury compartment and despite the risks, Montgomery lowers his pants and yanks Ash’s hips toward his massive body. Within seconds they’re fucking.
Ash disappears underneath Ford, but I hear his moans and grunts. He’s taking it up the ass, but he’s not a passive lover by the sounds of it .
Max steals my focus by kissing me. We make out to the rhythm of delicious gay sex on display for us.
When Ash cries out that he’s coming, I whisper to Max, “Did you fuck him?”
“No,” he answers quickly, but doesn’t offer why.
It’s not important.
The helicopter lands in a small airfield a mile from Max’s beach house. We get in a car driven by Ford, who even though he came, still looks feral for Ash.
After getting dropped off, I follow Max to his front door, energy and lust storming through me. I’m going to fuck him.
Max pats his borrowed jeans. “Shit, the front door is locked.”
It hits me. “I left the back patio door open in case you got back here before me.”
Max holds my hand as we walk across a stone path to the back deck where there’s a set of stairs. “Don’t worry, no one would break in.”
I stop when we reach the patio door and see the place is pitch black. “I kept the lights on. Do you have them on a timer?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Maybe Emery came by and shut them.”
Figuring that makes sense, considering the hour, I let Max go inside without me checking it first. I’m dying for him. Max struts through the living room. Knowing the layout, he flicks on a lamp.
When my eyes focus from the sharp sting of light after darkness calmed my eyes, four men dressed in black have guns pointed at Max’s head.