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Gingerly, I stroke his thigh, the skin smooth and firm. With Max remaining patiently still, letting me get accustomed to him, I bring my hand higher and run a light touch over his balls.
His dick twitches. His inhale is ragged, followed by a masculine groan when I finally take him in my grip. He’s heavy. King-sized. That’s what flies through my head as I take hold of his shaft which is rigid like steel under the softest velvet. I rub a thumb over the wide crown, smearing that drop of wetness at the slit. I trace the flared ridge of his glans, Max’s breathing laboured as I continue my slow exploration along the vein underneath.
Satisfied that nothing is misfiring in my head, that Max is subdued under my touch, I hold him at the base and slowly drag my hand towards the head.
His stomach muscles tighten, another groan working its way from his chest. “Kiss me,” he demands.
Our kiss is fast and frenzied as my hand works him over and over. I feel hot and proud as his arms wrap around me and hold me tight. When his cock thickens and begins to pulse, I know his release is imminent. Making a snap decision, I pull away and turn, swallowing the crown and sucking hard. A few seconds later, he blows in my mouth, filling me with his hot, salty release. I swallow, then swallow again as he empties inside me. I make sure I get it all, lapping and sucking at his pulsating flesh as Max’s hand slides into my hair and seems to get stuck there.
For a minute, I wonder if he’ll push my head down, wanting me to take all of him. Physically, I don’t think I’d be able to, and mentally, I don’t want to. Not yet. Though I do like the taste of him in my mouth, this entirely male, raw flavour.
“Fuck me. I wasn’t expecting that,” he says, his voice husky. “That was agreathand job,” he says with humorous sincerity. “I’ve been thinking about this for such a long time, and it didn’t disappoint at all. Your mouth was perfect.”
“Really?”
He pulls me to his chest, brushing my hair away from my face and holding it back with his palms. He waits for a beat or two. “Really.”
“I wasn’t expecting to do it.”
“It must be a good sign, don’t you think?”
I snuggle up against his chest, folding an arm over his tummy as a big smile takes over my face. “It means I trust you.”
I can hear his heart pounding. Hear him swallow before he leans over the side of the double bed to retrieve the duvet and cover us up.
“That’s good,” he says. “That’s really good.”
CHAPTERTEN
MAX
Fat white snowflakesfall from the sky, bringing me a sense of hope. The pines and the winter-bare trees of the surrounding woods are covered in a thick layer of snow, branches already drooping under the weight. Even at the lake’s shore, the snow blankets the ground in several inches. Fairy lights strung up around the exterior of the shelter illuminate the waiting figure in a golden halo.
She’s unaware I stand here watching, calculating my next move and wondering how I can keep her at my side. More slow, explorative nights like last night would be a good place to start, Ava’s bravery and implicit trust in me more than I deserve. But importantly, spoiling her with my affection and attention is what she deserves, and I’ll take anything she gives me for as long as she’s willing to give it.
After coming in her mouth, we talked for a while, our eyes heavy, our bodies warm until we fell asleep side by side. Resisting her was hard, but necessary. Slow and steady is my new mantra, even though I’m constantly at the limit of my control where she’s concerned. But I make do by reaching for her whenever I can, by having her sit next to me, by snaking a hand around her body.
It’s obvious she hardly sleeps, not for any significant period of time at any rate. Several times she woke last night, jolting and shaking. By default of our proximity, and that I sleep lightly with her in my arms, her dreams woke me. Each time I laid a hand on her hip or waist, reassuring her that I was there. That someone she was comfortable with was there for her. I’m certain her memories are stored deep inside her, hidden under layers of protection. They just need to be unearthed. Mined. I’m the only man who can do that. I’m the only manshe wantsto do that, even if she doesn’t understand that just yet.
Soon, everything will make perfect sense.
My heart aches for her trauma. My body rages for revenge. Once she’s mine for good, I’ll avenge her and all the women who’ve suffered similarly.
I’ve got you,I told her in the club. Those words were not only meant for Ava, but for me, too. To reassure myself that she was in my arms, safe and adored.
Blue ShirtAva called him, one of many men looking too keenly at her. Touching what wasn’t his to touch. He’s lucky all he got was a bent nose and a bloody lip.
My attention returns to Ava’s spot on the shore. Dressed in a burgundy-red coat, an emerald-coloured hat with an obligatory bobble covers her head. A ridiculously long scarf is wrapped around her throat and neck. Grey gloves cover her hands, her denim-clad legs slotted into fluffy-topped snow boots.
So much snow covers her, my running girl is part snow-girl.
My heart fucking lifts at the sight of her. And yet, alone out here she looks so vulnerable. All I know is that I want to protect her for the rest of my life, this woman who has unexpectedly captured my heart. Ah, who am I kidding? I lost my mind to this woman a long time ago, my heart too.
Only Ben knows how bad I’ve got it. Admitting my feelings to anyone else would only make them think I’m crazy. Obsessed. A stalker.
I pull out my phone from a pocket and record her as she stares out over the deep blue lake. In reality, the water is a foreboding black now, the moon hidden behind a curtain of dense, grey cloud that dumps more snow with each passing minute.
Somewhere amongst the trees, a twig snaps. Ava’s head darts right, listening intently. Like the hunted, her eyes bore into the trees as she waits for further movement, but when it’s silent nearly a minute later, she returns to watch the freezing water as if something calls to her.
