It’s like music to my ears and without taking a moment to dissect what he just said, I push up onto my tippy-toes and crush my lips against his, never more desperate for his touch.
Maxen lets me kiss him. In fact, he lets me take whatever the hell I want, and at this moment, this is exactly what I need.
All confusion fades from my mind, all the hurt I’ve felt over the past twenty-four hours, everything just fades away and all that’s left is just me and Maxen in this stolen moment.
He squeezes my waist as a groan travels up his throat which is when his ability to suppress control slips away. He kisses me with every last ounce of need that he’s felt over the past year before grabbing my ass and hoisting me up into his arms. My legs curl around his waist and within the blink of an eye, I’m pressed up against the wall of his garage as he slams into me, over and over again.
Our kisses become messy, needy, and desperate. Everything I’d hoped they’d be and not ten minutes later, I’m screaming his name, unable to breathe, and feeling things I should be smart enough not to feel.
Chapter 12
Maxen
Why do I feel so fucking sick? I should be celebrating, but instead, I’m standing here as the king of my fucking castle feeling as though I’m about to shit the bed.
It’s opening night and it’s been two months of day in and day out hard fucking work. To be honest, I’m surprised we’ve been able to get this far in such a little time, but I’m fucking thrilled. It’s so much more than I could have imagined. On the other hand…I’ve got absolutely no permits, the track was only finished a few nights ago and tested by some of Noah’s friends, there’s still a shitload of work to do, but for the most part, we’re ready to go.
I just hope I don’t get thrown in jail for this shit. Though technically, I’ve not done anything wrong, simply built a racetrack on private property for my own private use and all these people barging through the front gate are friends of mine coming to party with me. See, totally above board. The fact that they’re each paying twenty dollars to get through those gates…well, that’s where it gets a little complicated.
The guy standing behind a fully stocked bar, selling alcohol to minors…that’s also another little something where the lines of the law get blurred. Not to mention the city noise limits, the safety standards that haven’t had a chance to be approved, let alone any of the work that’s been done.
I’m one hundred percent sure everything that has been done is structurally sound and will receive the top safety rating possible. I paid my guys top fucking dollar to ensure I received the best product so I’m confident about that, but it only takes one asshole to fuck up a good thing.
I stand in the VIP section, watching as everyone pours in through the gates. It’s a fucking perfect night. Music is blasting, drivers are showing off for the crowd, everyone is laughing and having a great time, and this is all before the first official race has even started. Hell, I even convinced Aunt Serena to let me bring Ryan out for the night, though she thinks we’re just chilling at my place. It’s definitely a risk but the fact that there’s a fucking smile on his face makes it all worthwhile.
Headlights coming in from the back of the property steal my attention and I watch as Jackson’s black Charger comes through the gates before stopping at the driver’s registration table. I grin to myself, knowing that Jackson is going to hate filling in paperwork just to be allowed to race, but anyone who wants on my track has got to do it. Hell, even Nate signed the waiver stating that any and all responsibility is his own. Any fuck up will not be on my back. If someone wants to race around a track at speeds that will risk their lives, then that’s business, all I’m doing is providing a place for them to do it.
Jackson drives on through and the second his car passes, Nate’s pulls in behind him. They drive around to the racer’s designated parking area and as they park and fuck around, Jesse and Puck show up with their girls.
“Hey, man,” Puck says, walking over to me with his arm carelessly thrown over Courtney’s shoulder. She excitedly looks around as Puck slaps me on the back. “Fucking awesome turn out.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I grin, unable to help my natural reaction to look out over the crowds that are still pouring in. “I didn’t expect this many people.”
Courtney beams up at me with pride in her eyes. “You deserve it, Max. You’ve put so much into this. I mean, look at those spotlights. This is one of the best things to ever happen to Broken Hill. It’s incredible.”