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CHAPTER 28

DREW

C aine and Adam are gone for two days to a fight and the fact that I’m here with Max alone has me being a bit reckless. I know Caine breaks into her house more often than he should, and it’s something I’ve thought about, but I’ve stopped myself, because I swear I’m not a psychopath like him.

I refuse to be like that even if I was raised by one.

My dad bangs at my door, his fist sounds so strong against the wood, I’m sure it’s going to bust open any second. He’s yelling and I feel like I can smell the alcohol on his breath even through the splintering door.

“Open this fucking door and face me like the man you claim to be!” he screams.

I keep my back on the door as it vibrates with each pound. I put my hands over my ears like it’ll help. I didn’t claim to be a man. I don’t want to face him. I’m only thirteen and just asked him if he could help me fix the garbage disposal because I accidentally dropped a rock that I was cleaning down into it.

He started screaming about how stupid I am, and I just ran into my room because I’m tired of being hit.

“Get out here, boy!” His voice pierces through my sad excuse for earmuffs.

I hold my hands over my ears even tighter like it’ll suddenly start drowning out the sound of his voice. I want to get out of here, I want to be bigger and maybe then I could face him. Maybe one day.

Fuck that. I’ll never be like my dad. And I’m not like Caine either because she has come to me. She makes it known she doesn’t want Caine, but everything she’s done to me has shown that she wants me.

The one thing I can’t deny is that I still want Adam, too. His nonchalance is pissing me off, and I wonder if him offering Max extra gym time is his way of trying to see if I would be jealous, which I wouldn’t be. But if he has any interest in her then maybe we could both have some fun. Doesn’t matter if we’ve barely spoken and things are still tense between us. I know with a woman between us, we would get along just fine.

Knowing there won’t be any interruptions, I pull up to Max’s house a little over an hour after the bar has closed, knowing she’s home by now. Her house is dark, and I’m hoping that means she’s asleep already. Unlike Caine, I don’t want her to fight me. I want her underneath me willingly, and unaware of it, too lost in her own dreams.

I get into her house easily and I guess this is how Caine does it so often, but I’m careful to not make myself known. Even as I make my way to her bedroom and open the door, she’s there, covered by a thick comforter with one bare leg kicked out.

Biting back a groan, I approach her, pulling the blanket away from her body. She rolls from her side onto her back, and I can see that the large T-shirt she’s wearing is tugged up slightly, revealing her bare pussy. She’s so fucking pretty. So fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I mutter quietly.

She moans slightly, rubbing her thighs together, and if there was ever any question about me not touching her, that’s out the window.

I trace the tips of my fingers up her inner thighs, and they part so easily for me as I get closer to their apex. Ghosting my fingers over the spot I’m dying to touch, she shifts slightly, almost like she’s trying to guide my hand where she wants it.

With a low chuckle, I remove my hand, and she squirms slightly. I take that as enough permission to keep going. Placing my knee next to her inner thigh on the bed and swinging my other leg over her, I push her legs further apart and settle in between them. She doesn’t wake up even as I lean over her, holding my weight off her with my elbow by her head.

Dipping my hand back between her legs, I swipe through her slit to find her soaking already.

“Already so wet for me, little one, and you aren’t even awake,” I growl quietly.

Using her wetness, I rub her clit with just enough pressure to ensure that she feels it, but not hard enough to jolt her awake yet. I want to make her come while she’s asleep. I want her body to feel how badly it wants me without her mind in the way.

She moans again as I continue to play her body, but I want more. I want to push her limits. I want to feel her, to take things further. When she hitches a leg higher, spreading herself even more for me, even while her eyes remain closed, I decide to do just that.

Working my pants low enough to free my cock, I swipe her wetness on my hand and rub it along my rock hard dick. Using the evidence of her arousal to guide my fist along my length. I drop back down over her once again, this time swiping the crown of my dick through her center to get the sweet essence right from the source.

“Fuck,” I grind out, running the length of myself through her weeping center.

She’s so warm, so wet, so pliant in my arms, and as I thrust, the worry about her waking up starts to fade. Especially with every sleepy little moan she lets out when my dick rubs against her clit.

The pace of my hips picks up as I fuck against her, fighting every urge I have to just pull back enough to push forward and fully sheathe myself inside her. She’d be even warmer, even wetter, and I want nothing more than to feel her for real. The way the bars on my ladder would rub against her, the way they would feel inside her.

I know how her mouth is—it’s dangerously perfect. I bet her cunt is even better.

“Mmm,” she moans, shifting underneath me, moving her hips against me like she wants more, too.

“You like that? You like how my cock feels, baby?” I moan much louder than I probably should, but I’m getting close to coming, even though I don’t want this to end yet.

“Mm, Drew,” she moans, and I freeze, looking down at her face, which still looks peaceful. Eyes closed. I wait to see if she’s going to open them and kick me out, but she doesn’t.

To my surprise, she brings one of her legs up around my hip. I don’t move because I’m still waiting for her to catch me and freak out.

Instead, Max uses her leg’s grip on me to move her hips up toward me, seeking friction and with my pulsing shaft nestled between her lips, begging for me to move. I wait.

She moans again, rubbing herself against me and I let out a hiss through my teeth.

“ Drew,” she moans once again, rubbing herself harder.

“You want me, little one? Tell me you want my cock,” I groan, not caring if she’s awake or not at this point because it’s the second time she’s said my name and I’m hanging on by a thread.

“Fuck me,” she moans, arching up against me while her other leg wraps around me as well and I don’t have it in me anymore to question whether she’s awake or asleep.

I heard the two words I needed to hear, and nothing could stop me at this point.

Without hesitating anymore, my hips pull back slightly before easily lining up at her entrance and pushing into her with a single hard thrust. I groan loudly, dropping my head onto her shoulder and as she cries out, there’s no doubt that she’s awake now.

“What the—” She squirms, and my hips pull back again before thrusting forward even harder and she squeals.

Her arms fly up and I don’t give her a chance to hit me or push me away. Instead, I grab them, shoving them above her head as I piston my hips forward once again and she screams.

“You asked me to fuck you. I’m just giving you want you want,” I grunt with another thrust.

“How did you— ah, fuck.” She arches her back, while also pulling me down with the grip she has on me with her legs.

I’m proud of how worked up she was because I feel her tight heat pulsing around me already.

“How did I get in here? How did I sneak into your bed and touch you while you slept? How did I make you so desperate for me that your pussy was soaking before you even woke up? How did I make you beg for me even in your sleep?” I ask each question with a punishing thrust into her that has her barreling toward release, while I fight mine off for as long as I can.

“ Yes,” she moans, and I don’t think she wants any answers right now, not when I can tell she’s so close.

I let go of my grip on her wrists, hoping she doesn’t start using them to punch me in the face, and move that hand to rub at her clit as I continue to fuck into her. She tests the freedom of her arms and surprisingly, wraps them around my back and digs her nails into my skin, but it doesn’t stop me. It only spurs me on even more.

Dropping my forehead to hers, our lips are less than an inch apart as we breathe in each other’s air while both chasing our orgasms.

“Give it to me, little one. Come all over my cock and show me how desperate you’ve been for it,” I demand, rubbing her harder while our hips slap together loudly.

She tightens around me to the point I know I’m not going to be able to hold off any longer.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” I groan and that sets her off as she comes around me with a scream, tightening not only her pussy, but all her limbs around me.

I’m not able to do anything to stop my own release from taking over as my balls tighten and I bite her shoulder, muffling my groan as I thrust as deep as possible into her. My cum coats her inner walls and the thought makes me push in even deeper to make sure she’s completely filled with me .

We’re both breathing heavily as we come down, and I have yet to leave her body, or lift my head. But she also hasn’t made a move to get me off of her, which is something I’m feeling triumphant about.

Finally, I pull away, looking down between us. My wet dick is almost fully hard again, and clearly not happy that I’ve removed him from the hot sweet place he just was.

I look up at Max, and see conflict in her tired eyes, but she still hasn’t moved. I swipe a piece of her red hair away from her face and smirk.

“What’re you thinking?” I can’t help but ask, which is weird because I normally would never care what a hookup is thinking. Truly, I’m not sure why I’m even still here.

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

I nod once, lifting off her, watching as her eyes track my cock before I tuck it back into my pants. “Well, don’t deny that you wanted it, because we both know you did. You were even begging for it in your sleep.”

She doesn’t say anything, and for a second, I’m wondering if she even did wake up because this isn’t the spitfire Max I’m used to. I don’t know what the feeling in my chest is right now. It’s foreign and burns like an ache where my heart is. Whatever it is, I don’t like it.

She grabs the blankets and pulls them over herself again. I look at her for a second, the ache intensifying and I’m wondering if maybe I’m having a heart attack. She doesn’t move and I don’t think I can leave her like this.

I go into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water, coming back to her bedside and pull the blankets off her again, which earns me a scowl on her pretty face.

“What the fuck?” she snaps when I push her to her back, and she fights me until I press the damp fabric against her used core. She lets out a gasp before leaning into it as I reluctantly wipe my cum that’s dripping out of her before tossing the cloth into her laundry basket and pulling the blanket back over her.

She looks up at me, her green eyes practically glowing in the dark and I wonder if it’s because there are tears welling there.

The ache is back and makes me rub at my chest to try and ease it. I’m not going to dwell on this—she wanted this. She wanted me.

Yet, for some reason, I lean down and press a light kiss to her forehead before whispering, “I’ll see you soon.”

Then without looking back, I leave her house, making sure to lock her door once I’m gone. Before I drive away, I glance up at her bedroom window to see if she gets up, but after several minutes there’s no movement. And with that, I head home, for some reason feeling like I should’ve stayed. Even once I’m home, the ache in my chest doesn’t subside, and all I can do is just hope it’s gone by the time I wake up.