It takes me less than five minutes to come, and when I do it’s explosive. I drop my head into his shoulder and cry his name, muffling it against his sweat-dampened shirt. He hisses, grunts and his fingers press into my hip so hard I know it’ll bruise. He starts thrusting harder and harder, our skin slapping, our bodies tangled in the best way, and then he lets out a long, quick breath mixed with a moan and his body goes still. I can feel every exquisite pulse as he comes inside me, milking his cock until there’s nothing left.

He releases me and I drop my leg, letting him slide from my depths. Warm heat runs down my leg, but I do nothing to stop it. I just pull my panties back in place and look up into the deadly black eyes of the man I love so fucking much it hurts. I want to go home with him, tuck myself into his big body like I used to, and feel the comfort he brings, but I can’t. The eyes staring down at me—they belong to a deadly fighter that I don’t know.

I feel as if I just fucked a stranger, and yet, I feel a familiarity that doesn’t come with random one-night stands. I’m so confused, my heart the most.

“I need,” I say, my voice trembling. “I should go.”

Max straightens himself up, and I just pull down my dress when Rainer comes outside followed by Pippa. Max makes a pissed off sound in his throat and pushes off the wall, stepping back. Pippa and Rainer both look at me, then at Max, and I see Pippa’s face flush. Yeah, I guess it was that obvious what we just did.

“What the fuck do you want?” Max grunts, running his fingers through his hair. “Round two?”

Rainer says nothing, but instead turns to me. His face is messed up like Max’s, except he has two black eyes instead of a split lip. He’s also got a deep-looking cut on his cheek. “You need a ride home?”

“I’ll take her,” Max grunts.

Say what?

No.

If Max knows where I live, then I’ll never be able to make the right choices for Immy. She needs to enter this slowly, not with him showing up demanding to see her.

“No,” I say, stepping towards Rainer. “I’ll go with him.”

Max glares at me, and it’s Pippa who steps forward, smiling shyly at him. “I’ll take her to save all argument, okay?”

“Thought you didn’t fucking know her well?” Max grunts at Pippa.

She crosses her arms. “I know her better now.”

I know Max helped Pippa a fair few months back, when she got into some trouble with an enemy of Tyke’s MC. When she put two and two together, and figured out who he was, they had a conversation about me, and Pippa claimed she knew me but not well. She didn’t want to give too much away.

“Whatever,” Max grunts, his eyes flicking to me. “Give me your number.”

“No,” I say, stepping closer to Rainer.

His eyes flash. “You don’t get to hide now, Anabelle. You give me your number or I’ll go and sit at your mother’s house until she gives it to me.”

Fucking big jerk.

I lift my phone out of my purse and he pulls one from his jeans pocket. I rattle off my number and he punches it in, then he sends a text my way. I save his number and then turn to Pippa. “Can we go?”

“Of course.”

“I want to see her, Ana,” Max calls as I start walking away.

I freeze and turn, staring at him. “That’s not your call to make, it’s mine and I honestly don’t know how to take all of this right now. You need to let me think about the best way to do this, for her.”

He crosses his arms. “I’ll see her.”

Jesus.

I turn and disappear with Pippa, but the entire drive home, all I can smell is my husband on me.

And I miss it. So much.

We get home around midnight. So far, Pippa hasn’t asked me a thing about what happened with Max, though I’m sure she can figure it out. She said Rainer is fine, and assured me that everything would be well. I thank her as soon as we get in, and go straight to my bedroom. I text Tina and ask how Immy is going; she tells me she’s sound asleep and happy. Thank God.

I have a brief shower and then get into my PJs. I crawl into bed and stare up at the ceiling for a good long time, thinking about the night. Feeling Max inside me again was like experiencing him for the first time. I remember that so well—we were in the back of his truck when he took my virginity, lying on a blanket under the stars. It was perfect, and exactly how it should have been.

Tonight was rough, and hot, and I would do it all over again just to feel him that close, to breathe him in, to feel his body up against mine. At the thought, my body heats once more, and I find myself struggling to think about anything else. A tingle starts between my legs and it’s taking all my strength not to reach down and massage it out. I close my eyes, trying to distract myself, when my phone rings.

Sighing, I roll to my side and lift it off the bedside table, seeing Max’s number flashing on the screen. He’s calling me after what happened tonight? Why? I made it pretty clear I don’t want to talk to him. Still, I pick it up and roll to my back, answering. “I think we’ve said all that needs to be said.”

“Can’t stop thinking about your cunt wrapped around my dick.”

Well then, that isn’t what I expected. I lie in silent shock for a minute, not sure how to respond.

“I’m already hard for you again, Blue Belle.”

“Max,” I finally say, my voice giving me away. It’s thick and needy. “Why are you calling and telling me that?”

“Because I fucking need you.”

“What we just did was a—”

“Don’t you say the word mistake. Nothing we have done is a mistake.”

I snort. “Then you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Then you’re telling me you aren’t laying in your bed right now, pussy aching at the thought of what went down tonight?”

At his words, my pussy, the little betrayer, clenches.

“Max,” I rasp, because really, what am I going to say?

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I want nothing more right now than to taste you.”

I shiver. I remember what it was like to have Max’s mouth between my legs. It was an amazing feeling.

“Please stop,” I whisper.

“Tell me where you are?”

I blink. “Pardon me?”

“Tell me where you are. I need inside you again, fucking now.”

He’s kidding, right?

My heart flutters because a huge part of me wants to say yes, and another part wants to say no. The problem is, I struggle to say no when it comes to Max.

“I can’t . . . you can’t . . .”

“Where are you, Blue Belle?”

“Max, you can’t just . . .”

“Where. Are. You.”

Oh God.

“I need to put my dick in you. I need to taste your cunt. I need to feel you again. Fuck, I can’t get enough.”

Max knows how to turn it on when he wants something. He’s always been able to drop the dirty words and get my body eager and ready at the drop of a hat. I love his dirty mouth as much as I love him. Especially when he whispers it in my ear while he’s fucking me . . .

“Anabelle,” he growls, snapping me out of it. “Tell me where you are, or I’ll find you myself.”