Max (A Carter Brother series Book 4) (18 page)

The little bleeder.

He had this all sussed out from the beginning. He probably stayed away from me all weekend on purpose, knowing I’d miss him.

Crafty sod.

“It’s not a date,’’ I tell him firmly, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

“We’ll see,’’ is all he says before pressing play on the DVD. I take a chance to look at him and wish I hadn’t. It takes everything in me not to jump him right now. He looks so hot when he looks relaxed and casual. He must feel my stare before his head turns and he grins. When I quickly avert my eyes, he chuckles but I don’t say anything; scared he’ll call me out on my ogling.

His arm reaching out startles me but when he manoeuvres me so I’m lying on his chest, his strong arm wrapped around my shoulders, I can’t help but relax in the position. I feel so small wrapped up in his arms. He makes me feel loved, protected, and safe and honestly, it feels really fucking good. It’s no hidden secret that Max can get any girl he wants, or boy for that matter, but for some reason he wants me. And as much as I try to fight what I’m feeling, he still manages to make me feel like the only girl in the world. He makes me feel special for just being me.

“Stop thinking so hard. It’s givin’ me a headache,’’ he scolds teasingly.

With that, I look back to the screen; my eyes on the movie that he has made sure will be classed as a date, while wearing a smile upon my face.

I wake up feeling hot and claustrophobic. I kick the blanket off a little but it gets stuck from a large body that is half wrapped around mine.

Max!

His front is to my back, his leg cocked over both of mine and his arm is wrapped around my body, pinning me down. The heat coming off him is suffocating.

I try to move, wiggling away from him, but all I manage to do is rub his groin area with my ass. He doesn’t seem to mind, if the tent he’s sporting in his boxers has anything to say about it. He groans deep in his throat, the noise sending shivers down my back and all the way to my sex.

My sex starts to ache so I move, trying to ease the pain, but it causes Max to moan out in his sleep.

When his arm tightens around me I know I’ve woken him up. He presses his groin into my ass and a moan slips free, the sound loud and clear in the quiet empty room. I don’t know what possesses me but I press back into him causing him to groan, his hands tightening around me again.

Max moves his hand slowly down my body causing my whole body to burn with heat for an entirely other reason. I’m only wearing his tee, not wanting to go home to change. My jeans had been digging into my stomach and were annoying me half way through the movie. Max noticed and offered for me to put his tee on. It fell to my knees so I agreed.

So when his hand reaches the hem of his shirt that has ridden to my waist, I hold my breath, waiting, anticipating, but also scared about what he’s going to do next.

Neither of us speak, like we’re too scared it will break whatever the hell this is. When his hands roam under the shirt, his hands pushing my bra down, I moan quietly, pressing my ass into his groin, my head falling back onto his shoulder. He kisses my neck, and the feel of his soft lips at such a sensitive spot is electrifying. I want to touch him, to taste him, but then he tweaks my nipples and I cry out from pleasure. It’s been building up for weeks. The sexual tension becoming too much and I know he’s going to make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

His lips carry on their torture along with his hands and I love what he’s doing more than anything, but I want to touch him, to make him crazy with need like he’s making me feel.

I turn slowly in his arms, my hands slowly reaching for his muscled abs, making sure I touch every part of him.

My lips part when his fingers slide up the inside of my thigh making me delirious. I’m so turned on I could combust and he hasn’t even touched me
there
yet. I move forward a fraction, my lips inches from his and he meets me half way and before I know it I’m kissing him with so much passion that I’m about to combust.

His fingers skim my clit over my panties at the same time as I rub him through his boxers and we both moan through our kiss. Neither of us pulling away: not wanting it to end.

It’s all becoming too much and when his hand disappears under my knickers I know I’m done for. I rub him a few more times before frantically reaching in and grabbing his large member.

Fucking hell he is huge.

I squeeze him in the palm of my hand and his breathing becomes faster as I begin to pump him. He stops his assault on my sex, his fingers soaked with my wetness as he pants through my touch. When he gains some control back his fingers begin their magic, rubbing in fast circles around my clit before moving down towards my sex where he wastes no time in entering two fingers. I’m shocked at the fullness, my body screaming for release and I cry out with tremendous pleasure.

“Arghhh,’’ I cry out, moving my hips to spur him on.

He groans, obviously liking what I’m doing to him, and I squeeze him harder before moving in for his lips again, feeling close to release. My hand is frantically pumping him up and down, my thumb circling the head of his dick that is covered in pre-cum.

“Fuck,’’ he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough and full of desire. It only turns me on more and I find myself falling closer and closer over the edge. My body is on fire. Tingles after tingles erupt in my lower belly and I can feel it all building and building.

Max stops kissing me, his breathing out of control. He moves his head down and I think he’s about to kiss me again, but then his mouth covers my nipple through my T-shirt. The texture of the wet cotton and the heat of his mouth is enough to send me over the edge.

I’m crying out his name, my body jerking with every spasm of my orgasm. Over and over it erupts, the feeling of bliss completely washing over me like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.

I’m not even down from my high when all of a sudden Max’s body stiffens and hot semen shoots out all over my hand, spurt after spurt.

We’re both out of breath, breathing frantically as we try to gain our composure. My body is still having little spasms of pleasure and I close my eyes, trying to fight against jumping him and having more of him inside me. 

Max is first to move while I’m still trying to comprehend what just happened. One minute I was asleep, the next he was touching me and I wanted it; I was begging for it.

Max turns back towards me and before I can open my mouth he’s cleaning his cum from off my hand, throwing whatever he used back onto the floor.

I’m frozen, at a loss of what to say or what to do. My body locks when his arms wrap around me and his hold tightens when he notices.

“Max,’’ I begin hesitantly, but he cuts me off.

“No. Don’t. That was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. Don’t ruin it by spouting shit off about you not deserving it. Just go with it. Now go back to sleep. I was in a deep sleep before you jumped me,’’ he teases.

Not fighting it, mainly because I’m still too stunned that I let it happen, I relax into his arms, and before I know it I’m falling asleep cuddled in his arms.

This is not good. Not good at all.

Saturday rolls around quicker than I expected. The girls and I are all held up at Denny’s, waiting for the last of the guests to arrive.

Speaking of... The door knocks and Denny jumps up excitedly to answer it. She’s just finished having her hair and nails done. We’ve just said goodbye to the older woman who came over to do all our hair and pamper Denny: a gift from Mason that none of us knew about until last minute.

“Nay, Stace, you made it,’’ Denny squeals and her excitement makes me smile. They all walk into the front room and I’m surprised when I see them. They’re nothing like I presumed they’d be.

“This is Nay,’’ Denny smiles, introducing the tiny girl with raven black hair with the tips died blue. Her blue eyes are heavy in smoky black makeup and her lips are ruby red. She’s nothing like how I imagined Denny’s friends to look.

“Hey,’’ Kayla, Kennedy and I answer, smiling. Harlow had to run out to grab the outfits for the night: another surprise, but this time one from Harlow. She hasn’t showed us yet what we’re wearing so I’m dreading it. She said they’d fit but I’m still unsure.

“And this is Stace,’’ Denny finishes and gestures for them to sit down. Stace has bright, short, purple hair and is taller than any of us going out tonight. She’s also more girlie than Nay. Her makeup is model worthy and I’m kind of jealous. Denny got the hair and makeup artist to cake the makeup on me when I refused to let anyone touch me. I’m not a makeup wearing kind of girl and as much I was dreading it, it’s not as bad as I thought. The only thing that still feels foreign is my eyes. I have thick black eyelashes glued on and heavy, smoky eyes with a lighter shade of red lips.

We all wave, saying hi, when the door knocks again.

“I’ll get it,’’ I shout, jumping up to answer the door. I open it to find Harlow standing in front of a million and one bags. “Bloody hell, you buy the whole shopping centre?’’ I snicker.

“Feels like it. Sorry I took so freaking long. Malik wouldn’t let me carry them over here. We argued,’’ she sighs, her cheeks flushed. She looks freaking gorgeous tonight. She’s glowing with her hair in thick big curls, her makeup done the same as mine, but her eyes stand out like nothing I’ve seen. She’s beautiful.

“Who won?’’ I ask, picking up the bags.

“Malik,’’ she sighs again. “He just left with the boys.’’

I laugh whilst taking the rest and walking back through the door and into the living room. Denny looks to all the bags, her eyes bugging out in surprise and wonder.

“What on earth?’’ she gasps.

“We couldn’t let you have a hen party and not get you dressed up. I remembered when we first became friends and we watched a movie that had something in it that you said you’d love to dress up as. You said you wished you lived in America because they had more fun stuff going on,’’ Harlow smiles and grabs something out of the pink bag and I inwardly groan.

Please, no!

God, no!

“Oh my God,’’ Denny squeals. “We’re dressing up as Hooters girls?’’

“Yep,’’ Harlow nods, the P popping from her mouth. “This one is yours,’’ she shows her, handing it over to her.

It’s then I laugh. Denny holds up the skimpy outfit that is really hot pants and a slim fitting t-shirt. That’s not why I’m laughing, though. No, it’s because on the front is ‘#TeamMason’ written in bold orange letters. She turns it over and I smile. On the back is written ‘Bride to Be,’ also in orange lettering.

“These are great,’’ Denny smiles, tears forming in her eyes.

“Don’t cry,’’ Harlow scolds. “You’ll make me cry.’’

“And me,’’ Kayla laughs.

“These are awesome,’’ Kennedy smiles.

Harlow hands out a bag for each of us and I silently curse the small woman.

“I need a drink,’’ I groan when she hands me the bag.

“These are the fucking shit,’’ Nay shouts, laughing. That’s when I see she’s holding the same t-shirt as Denny, but this time it has ‘#TeamCarter’ on the front and ‘Bride’s bitch’ written on the back.

Max is going to get a kick out of that when he sees it. No doubt he’ll have something to say.

Speaking of, Max and I have been good. Every time he tries to bring up what happened on Monday I shut him down. It hasn’t stopped him from asking me out continuously and making a show of doing so. I just need to know what I want first. I have a lot of baggage and all week I’ve contemplated whether I should tell him or not. Maybe then I’ll be able to rest easy. I don’t know. But I know I can’t have a relationship when he doesn’t know the real me.

“Shots,’’ Denny smiles and grabs some shot glasses.

“Now you’re talking,’’ Kennedy laughs and we all move, except Harlow, and take a shot, the liquid burning the back of my throat.

“Right, we don’t have much time before we need to leave,’’ Harlow speaks up, her fingers flying across her phone. “Let’s get changed. Whoever needs to use the bathroom it’s upstairs. There’s also Hope’s room and Denny’s room.’’

“I’ll take Hope’s room. I know there’s no mirror in there. If I see myself before we go I know I’ll get changed,’’ I tell them, making everyone laugh.

“I’ll change with you,’’ Kayla tells me and I nod my head smiling. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl that wears revealing clothes, so it’s nice not being the only one. I’ve also noticed Kayla doesn’t like a lot of attention and when we’ve been around large groups she tends to stick to Myles or someone she trusts.

We grab our bags and make our way upstairs. When we get into the room, Kayla holds out the tiny hot pants and groans.

“How am I meant to even get these on? They look like they belong to Hope.’’

“I hear ya,’’ I grumble, holding the tiny pair of shorts.

“Harlow said she got ours bigger than theirs, knowing we wouldn’t be comfortable. These don’t look bigger,’’ she moans looking horrified.

“Come on, we can do this. If it’s bad we’ll get Max or Myles to bring us some clothes,’’ I laugh and she laughs with me.

We both turn our backs to each other and start stripping. Pulling the shorts up, there’s not as much resistance as I thought there would be and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Twisting my body I look at my backside, thankful the material at least covers most of it. The only thing on show is the globes of my bottom cheeks.

I suppose girls have worn less.

Already wearing the underwear that Harlow instructed we should wear, I pull the top over my head, cringing when my boobs are on full display.

Yep, Max is going to have a field day.

The top has a deep V between my breasts, short sleeves and is cut off at the middle, just above my belly button.

I finish the outfit by putting on the long, knee-high socks. I’m so glad I chose this room now and not one with a mirror. I feel like a drag queen. The clothes are far too small even for my small frame.

“I can’t do this,’’ Kayla panics behind me and I worry she’ll back out.

“You decent?’’

“Yeah.’’

I turn around to face Kayla and my eyes widen; she looks fucking hot. Her red hair flows in thick loose curls down the middle of her back, her outfit looking good against her nearly pale skin.

“You look hot, girl,’’ I whistle, grinning huge. When she doesn’t speak I look at her and find her staring at me with a grin.

“Max is going to have a heart attack when he sees you,’’ she laughs.

“Pft, wait till Myles sees you,’’ I grin back, secretly praying the outfit has an effect on Max.

“Your hair covers more of your ass than your shorts,’’ she giggles and I groan.

“I know. I should get it cut,’’ I frown trying not to mess it up or shove it up in a bobble.

“Don’t you dare! I love your hair,’’ she smiles and finishes putting the clothes she had on before into a bag.

“You ready to face everyone?’’ I ask once we’re finished.

“It’s now or never,’’ she breathes out looking afraid.

“You look beautiful. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.’’

“Just not used to the whole going out scene,’’ she confides.

“Me neither. We’ll stick together,’’ I promise her.

“Good.’’

A knock on the door interrupts us and Harlow walks in without waiting for an answer.

“Come on, the limo is here in ten minutes,’’ she hisses on a whisper and my eyes narrow on her.

“Why the hell do you get a full length top?’’ I growl and Kayla moves beside me, her eyes narrowing on Harlow too.

“Because I’m pregnant and have a bump. I didn’t feel right showing it off like that. Now come on, we need to go,’’ she hurries us, making us all rush downstairs.

Everyone is dressed the same when we get down there, making me relax some. They all look good and I’m kind of wishing I looked in a mirror now.

“You two look hot,’’ Denny gushes, handing us another shot. Both Kayla and I look to each other before downing the shot and holding it out for another. Denny laughs, rolls her eyes, yet, still happily pours us another.

My head is already buzzing, but I needed it to relax me tonight. I’d been so on edge about going out, now, adding being dressed up as a... I don’t even know what Hooters is, but whatever; it has me feeling more on edge.

“Where did you get your hair extensions from?’’ Stace asks, walking over to me and Kayla.

“Oh, it’s my real hair,’’ I mumble.

“No way! Oh my God; it’s so freaking long,’’ she gushes, running her fingers through it. I’m used to this. It’s why I normally wear my hair up in a bun. No one can see the length of it then. “Nay, did you know this is real?’’

“Really?’’ Nay asks shocked, smiling. “It’s beautiful. My hair doesn’t grow past my bra strap.’’

“Mine neither,’’ Stace adds.

“Everyone, can I have your attention? Denny, your surprise is here,’’ Harlow shouts out smiling.

“What surprise?’’ Denny asks confused, looking between us all.

“Come and see. We need to go,’’ Harlow says, ignoring her question. We all walk out and lock the door up behind us. I wobble on the high heels bought for me as we walk down the path, everyone laughing when one of us would stumble.

Then we hear Denny. Her screams are so loud I have to cover my ears up to keep from becoming deaf.

“A limo? A freaking limo? This is awesome. Oh my God, I can’t believe you did this for me,’’ she tells Harlow excitedly.

“We all chipped in,’’ Harlow smiles and Denny looks around us all and smiles.

“Thank you, guys, and for coming. This is the best hen party anyone could ever have and we’ve not even got started.’’

“Let’s party,’’ Stace shouts and Denny squeals, rushing into the limo, all of us lining up to follow. Kayla squeezes my hand and I look to her.

“Why do I have the feeling none of us are going to remember tonight tomorrow?’’ she tells me, but before I can answer, Harlow is dragging us into the limo.

Champagne is waiting for us when we’re inside, Kennedy handing out glasses as Nay opens the bottle.

“To the future Mrs Carter,’’ Nay shouts and we all copy, raising our glasses before downing our drinks.

Another glass is poured before I’ve even put my head straight and I look to find Kayla smirking against her glass. She notices me watching and we both burst out laughing.

Yep, tomorrow none of us will remember any of this.