Max throws his head back, “You’re so wet right now. Give me that sweetness. Give me what you’re holding back.”
I cry out as the pulses start. One, two, three, four, five and I lose count, pounding over and over.
Max grits his teeth. “It’s so good I can’t hold it back anymore!” He roars, his semen bursting into me at just the right moment, pounding its release. The sounds this man makes! My nails claw down his sides as I watch him lose himself to pleasure. He drops down, gasping hot kisses into my neck until his mouth finds mine, our arms encircling each other.
As we kiss I’m smiling. As soon as I realize it, my eyes fly open and I realize, oh shit, I need to make sure this never happens again.
CHAPTER 9
M AX
A s I’m kissing her neck I realize, I need to do this as often as possible.
Natalie’s soft where I’m hard, pliable where I won’t bend. She yielded to me and then fought back, to turn me on. This is the second time we went there in a way I haven’t before with anyone. Usually there’s so much hesitancy, self-watching, posing, worrying, from the women I’ve been with. But this gritty female just kicked the memory of other girls off my historic bed.
I lock fingers with her and look her in the eye, catching my breath. There’s a wall staring back at me even as her breath hitches repeatedly in her attempts to slow her racing heart. I can feel it pounding, and that thrills me. I move my hips to stay inside her, give her parted lips a quick kiss. “You’re shaking.”
“No, I’m not,” she argues, frown instant.
“Okay, you’re not.”
“I uh, have to get going soon so…”
My smirk spreads to a grin. “So you want me to get out of you?”
“Um…yeah.”
My eyebrows lift, because I was kidding. But I do as she wishes, thinking, She’s more like a guy, this one. I dig it.
Needy is never sexy.
I don’t want anything serious anyway. Better that she keeps that wall high and steady. “No problem, Partner.”
“Partner?” She smiles with a little huff through her nose. “Max…”
“A director and producer are as close to business partners as you can get. But it lasts only the one project. So don’t freak out. You can run away from me soon.” I plant my feet on the floor and sit naked beside her. She watches me, eyes so intelligent I enjoy being the focus of her attention. “Unless you find the right chemistry where you can do more movies together, but that’s extremely rare.”
She scoots down to put her comfy home-clothes back on. “This shirt is barely able to cover me, it’s so torn.”
“Here.” I go to my dresser and pull out another t-shirt from one of my cousin’s concerts. “Borrow this. I’ve got enough of them.”
“You like Gabriel, huh?”
“I love him. Plus I do what I can to support.”
She puts on mine and balls her shirt up. “Guess I should throw this out. Where’s your trash?”
“Under the sink.” With a lazy stroll I follow her to my kitchen, lean against the counter and cross my arms as she chews on whatever is going on in her head.
“You’re not shy, are you?”
“Because I’m standing here with my dick out? I think we’re past the point where I need to cover myself. You’ve seen him close up.”
She shakes her head on a controlled smile, not wanting to let the wall slip even a millimeter. “You’re so cocky, Max,” she chuckles as she walks over to grab her fuzzy socks and slip them back on.
“Never heard that before,” I smirk.
“Yeah right.”
“Kinda comes with the name. And I thought you said those were mismatched.”
Her spine straightens as she tilts her head, “What do you mean?”
“You told me—”
“No, what do you mean, comes with the name?”
I shrug, “My last name.”
“I don’t know what your last name is.”
It hits me that I kept those interviews anonymous. Natalie and I never exchanged last names. I never got a resume from her. She crashed the interview.
Bending backward I laugh and grab onto the counter. “You don’t know, do you? That’s amazing! I love this!”
“Are you a Kennedy or something?”
“Ha! No! But…kind of.” Trying to gather my wits isn’t easy. The fact that we went hot and heavy and she was so ballsy with me when she didn’t know who I am makes this so much more appealing. “Oh shit, that’s good. This is exactly what I wanted. But I didn’t plan this, so don’t get upset. My last name is Cocker. I’m Max Cocker.”
Natalie blinks. “Like Gabriel Cocker.”
“Yep, my cousin.”
“And Eric Cocker, the quarterback?”
“He’s my cousin, too, yeah.”
Her eyes narrow and she glances away like this is disturbing news. “But I heard you guys were all assholes.”
A guffaw shoots out of my nose and I rush over and grab a paper towel, blowing it as I ask, buck naked, “Is that really what people are saying?”
“Yes!”
I toss the used towel into the garbage on top of her ruined shirt. “We aren’t assholes, but I’m getting a lot of similar feedback lately. Lots of wrong ideas about my family.”
“Can I have some water?” Natalie asks, motioning to the fridge.
“Sure, where are my manners?” I get a glass for her, fill it with the filtered faucet. “Ice?”
“No, thank you. Max, why didn’t you say who you were during those interviews? The girl I ran into told me you were Max Miller.”
“Yeah,” I grin, raking my hair out of my eyes. “That’s Gabriel’s wife’s maiden name. I’m not using my family’s reputation to get this project off the ground. That’s very important to me.”
While sipping water her stare is far away. “That’s what you meant by how you wanted to support him. I was wondering, because he’s pretty famous. Doesn’t really need the support.”
“Family always needs support,” I smile.
“Right, I misunderstood.”
“My dad produces Gabriel’s albums.”
Her eyebrows rise. “Your dad
