And that just does it. Knowing that he’s so close to losing control himself causes me to explode.
Vaguely I’m aware of the headboard banging against the wall as I’m gushing and moaning loudly. The earth feels like it’s moving probably because the bed is literally moving beneath us.
Max roars, swelling, and then he’s pumping me full of hot sticky warmth.
He came inside me. He really came inside me.
Just as the last little wave of my release rolls through me, knowing that Max might have just put his baby inside me causes me to explode once more.
We shudder against each other, muscles tensed and locked up in the grip of our throes.
All at once it’s like a cord has been cut and he slumps against me, spent. The walls of my sex settle after one last, trembling spasm.
Relaxing his grip on my wrists, he rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. I snuggle up against his chest, catching my breath.
“See,” he says after a couple of minutes, and his voice is so rough he has to clear his throat. “I told you my walls are thick.”
“Um,” I smirk and point up, above our heads to the giant hole that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. “They were… until they got pummeled by your headboard.”
Chapter Twenty
Max
There hasn’t been a single peep from Hope’s room the entire night. At six a.m—when I walk past the room to go for a run—I see her peacefully sleeping with a stuffed animal tucked under one arm. I was telling Grace the truth last night when I said my walls are pretty thick. Though the one above my head cracking and leaving a hole sucks. Fucking figures the first night I get them both under my roof I put a hole in the wall.
Slipping on my shoes, I head out my back door and start running. I need to get my ass into gear. Two weeks away from the title fight. Marcellus Robinson is my opponent. Dude is as serious about fighting as I am. He’s pretty fucking big too. He likes to throw his opponents around the cage as he stands up, going toe to toe with them.
Marcellus isn’t going to be a one punch and he is out kind of guy. Shit, Wade wasn’t supposed to be one either. It’s crazy that he took one punch to the chin like that.
I have watched the fight multiple times, I had to. There have been a couple of people questioning if the guy took a dive. Wade couldn’t have though, if you watch the replay you can clearly see his eyes roll back up into his head as he drops to the floor.
Fuck. That was crazy shit.
Marcellus though is going to be different, he doesn’t get caught like Wade did. He is a tried and true warrior. He comes from a hardcore training camp and has a record of eighteen and two. Those two losses were tough, bloody battles. Each one came down to decision of the judges, and each time it was a questionable loss. The dude should have been the next in line with Chase the Reaper, but that Ethan guy got past him. So Marcellus has a gigantic chip on his shoulder.
One that he intends to destroy me with.
I push myself hard as I run through the trees, my feet stomping down onto the pavement. I am in great shape for this fight, the last one didn’t do anything to my body.
The laps around the lake help clear my head from sleep and from woolgathering, even if I do hate the hell out of each step I take running. Running does do more than put me in better shape, it allows me to think. Think and plan.
Grace seems happy with how Hope’s room turned out, and Hope is head over heels about her room. So that’s all good. Now I need to focus on what Grace wants in the house. The Brittany poster will be coming down this morning, and the hole in the wall will be fixed as soon as I call someone to come out to do it. I need to also get one of those home decorator people to come out as well for Grace. She needs to get this house to what she wants in a home.
We won’t be moving anytime soon; we are going to be here for a long time. I see Hope growing up here. I have checked around and the school district we live in is a really good one. Soon as she is in high school she will be in a really good position to go to any college she wants.
I’m happy as can be about them moving in with me. Sure it was a bit earlier than I was pushing for but that doesn’t disrupt my plans any. We are all together, making it legal will be the next step. I want her as mine. I want Grace to wear my ring on her finger. She will be mine for good then, no chance of her getting away from me.
I slow my running as I get to the house and I sneak back in as quietly as I can. No need to wake up my girls too early. I head to the bedroom and pass Hope’s on the way by.
Yep, still happily asleep.
I walk back into my bedroom and look down at my beautiful Grace. She is sleeping on her stomach, wearing my t-shirt and a pair of small sleeping shorts. Her luscious legs spread wide, her tight ass is there on display for me. I could bite it or maybe lick it. Her ass cheeks just beg for my hands to grab them tight as I thrust deep into her.
I have never met a woman who can keep up with me and I have sure as hell have never been so damn satisfied as I am with her. She is my perfect match, in every fucking way. Sexually and mentally. She is far more intelligent than she acts sometimes and the humor she has can be as witty as it is absolutely silly. I love this woman, no doubt about that.
Maybe I need to get the ring on that finger sooner than I thought.
I take a quick shower then give Grace a quick kiss on the cheek as I head down to the kitchen.