Chapter Fifteen
After findingCalum and Nisha talking in another booth in the club, Bryce, Max, Hudson and I decide to leave early and headhome.
“You’ll be okay?” I askNisha.
She shoos me away with her hand. “Are you kidding me, of course I will. Go, have fun,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows atme.
“Is everything… good?” I glance over at Calum, who is talking withMax.
“I think so. We’ve just been chatting. Getting to know each other. I still don’t know if he likes me. Except he practically dragged that poor guy off me when he found us chatting at the bar.” Nisha pulls a face. “It was kind of awkward. After that I’ve been waiting for him to make a move, but he’s been the perfect gentleman, and it’s driving mecrazy.”
“So,youmake the move,” I say,shrugging.
Nisha laughs. “Since when did you become little MissSexpert?”
“About half an hourago…”
Nisha is about to question me further when Max approaches. He holds his hand out to me. “Come on, Icy, let’s get youhome.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow, yes?” Nishaasks.
“At some point,” I respond with a wink. Frankly, I have no idea what’s come over me, apart from the fact that I want to get home as quickly as possible. I feel like something has been uncorked and this sex goddess has appeared out of nowhere. Maybe it’s been the long week of waiting, heck it’s been almost a month since Petite Cabane. Whatever it is, I need to satiate this desire inme.
Max grabs my hand and we meet Hudson and Bryce out the front where a cab is waiting for us. Throughout the journey home, we barely talk to each other. The air is tense withanticipation.
“That’ll be sixty quid,” the cabbie says as we pull up outside thehouse.
Hudson chucks him two fifty-pound notes. “Keep thechange.”
“Bloody hell, cheers mate,” he calls out of the window atus.
Max is holding onto my hand and practically running with me to the front door. Bryce unlocks it and pushes it open. As soon as we are inside, Max has me backed up against the wall. He traces his hands up my arms, pinning them above my head with one hand whilst the other slides over myarse.
“I’ve been waiting to do this all night,” he says, kissing me hard. Our teeth clash as he grinds his hips againstmine.
After a moment he pulls away. “Upstairs now,” he orders. Behind him, Bryce and Hudson are grinning. Max practically chases me up the stairs, and I can’t help but giggle with delight at hisplayfulness.
In the bedroom, Max stalks towards me until my legs are backed up against the bed. He is looking at me like a starving man, and my pulse quickens withexcitement.
“Take your shirt off,” hedemands.
I undo the buttons and shrug it from my shoulders just as Bryce and Hudson enter the room. I go to unzip my skirt, but Max catches myhand.
“Leave it on,” hesays.
Max takes off his own clothes. Behind him, Hudson and Bryce begin to undress too. Kneeling in front of me, Max unzips my biker boots and helps me out of them, throwing them across the room, then his hands slide up from my ankles over my knees and up my thighs until they are resting just beneath the hem of my miniskirt. He pushes up the soft leather so that it sits just above my pubic bone. Leaning in close, Max kisses my mound through the black lace of my knickers. I let out a moan, my hands automatically twining in hishair.
“Let me get these off you first, Icy,” he murmurs, peeling my knickers down. I step out of them, exposed to him. Holding onto my hips, Max guides me onto the bed. I lie back as he parts my legs and jerks my hips forward so that his face is hovering just above me. Then he lowers his mouth and covers the slick opening with his tongue. It doesn’t take me long to be a mess of sensation under his expertmouth.
“Max, I want you,” I say breathlessly, as his tongue and lips and fingers tease me. Over his shoulder I see Bryce and Hudson are both gloriously naked. It is incredibly erotic to have them watch us, watch me. A wave of pleasure builds, pulsating outwards as Max continues to lap at my opening, swirling his tongue around my clit, using his finger to dip inside me. Max lifts his head, my beautiful blonde man, that easy smile gone now, replaced with want. And how I want to fall, fall withhim.
“Wait for me, Icy,” he groans, his lips slick with my juices. Leaning over to the bedside cabinet, he pulls out a condom, tears the packet with his teeth and rolls it over his cock. Then in one swift movement he has entered me, his hands twining in my hair as he takes me, the thrust of his hips sliding us both up the bed. The last time we had sex Max had been gentle, this time there is a frantic need as he grinds his hips against mine, and god, I am lost. Lost to him, to his desperate kisses, to his hands as they knead my breasts, as they gently tug my hair so that he can run his teeth along myjaw.
“Max…” I say breathlessly. Even I recognise the tremor in my voice, the intonation. This man, these men, I love them. Just as that realisation washes over me, so too does my orgasm, my internal muscles caressing Max until, with one final thrust, he too letsgo.
Max rolls us so we are facing one another on our sides. Still inside of me, he presses a dozen kisses against myface.
“Louisa, Icy, my love…”Love.That word lingers in the air, a confirmation of what has just passed between us. Does Max love me? I smile tentatively at him. He presses his forehead against mine, holding my gaze, but he doesn’t say the words I long to hear. Perhaps it’s too soon, perhaps I misunderstood. He presses a delicate kiss against my lips, then pulls out of megently.