Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned #3)(63)
Author: Belle Aurora

Ceecee explained, “Daddy has a rule about rules.” I tilted my head in confusion as she went on. “If you see that you’re in a no-win situation, you make a rule to help you get there.”

I chuckled. “Isn’t that…? Hmmm. What is the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah, I got it.” I looked pointedly at Max and accused, “That would be lying.”

But Max shook his head. “Strictly embellishment. And it works.”

I peeked over to Ceecee. “Does it really?”

She smiled. “It does.”

I sighed and threw up my hands. “Well, okay. Now that I know about this, I’m going to have to try it myself.”

Max plucked at his tank and toed off his shoes. “I’m going to have a quick shower. You girls good?”

I looked over at Ceecee. We smiled and said in unison, “Fine.”

As Max disappeared, I called Ceecee into the kitchen, where we spent some time baking cookies and making a mess of ourselves. As I used to do with my sisters back home, I dipped my finger into the butter and painted Ceecee’s face, then flicked flour on it to make it stick. Leaning over the counter, I encouraged her to do the same to me. I closed my eyes and let her go to work on my face. When Max popped into the kitchen, he looked at us, threw up his hands, and backed out of the door slowly.

The man can read between the lines.

As soon as our cookies were done, I got a paper towel, wet it, and cleaned my face. I handed Ceecee another wet towel and let her clean her own messed up face. We made our way to the living area, where Max had his feet up watching a college sports match. Ceecee transferred herself onto the pink single-seater I could see was hers, while I parked myself next to Max.

Ceecee looked over at the DVD shelf. “Want to watch a movie?”

I had no reason to decline, not that I wanted to. “Sounds great. Max, get up and choose.”

He mock-glared at me. “We’ve been dating a whole day and you’re already making demands?” He stood and walked over to the shelf. “Sheesh. Talk about high maintenance.”

We watched How to Train Your Dragon, and I actually really enjoyed it. Actually, I’m not sure whether I liked the movie, or being snuggled up to Max with his arms around me. I was becoming surprisingly comfortable with his open affection. When the movie finished, I stood and stretched. “Sorry to put you out, guys, but I think I should go. I’ve got work tomorrow.”

Max turned to his daughter. “You gonna be okay if I take her?”

She nodded with a slight roll of her eyes. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Take your time.”

My face flushed.

Did she know her dad was trying to be sly about having dirty deeds with me?

Ugh. That would suck.

But Max, being Max, was cool as a cucumber. “Okay, baby. I’ll be an hour or two at most. You make sure you have your cell on you at all times, and if there’s an emergency—”

She cut him off with, “Yeah, Dad. I know. If there’s an emergency, go across the street to Uncle Nik’s.”

He sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You’re a good girl.”

Ceecee smiled softly then wheeled herself over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Thanks for showing me how to make cookies.”

I smiled down at her. “Anytime, honey. You’re a fast learner.”

We said our goodbyes and the second I sat in the truck, Max turned to me, eyeing my body. “You know the second we get to your apartment, your ass is mine.”

Well, darn it. I liked the sound of that.

Speaking on a whisper, I closed my eyes and told him, “You are not to speak to me for the duration of this car ride. Trust me, it’s for your own good.” We drove in silence, but Max had a hold of my hand, playing with my fingers, and the closer we came to my apartment, the harder I had to squeeze my legs together. It had been too long.

We exited the car and walked up the stairs leisurely, like a normal couple, but as soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. Panting, I looked up at him in shock. “Holy Jesus, if you’re going to push me around, you better be prepared to fuck me like you own me.”

He stared at me wide-eyed. After a moment, he breathed, “Dios mío, you’re fucking perfect.” Then, he looked over at the kitchen counter and hesitated. “Next time. The first time you take my cock, I want to see your face.”

Oh snap.

I was starting to like bossy Max. He moved towards me, and as if it were choreographed, he dipped his face to mine the moment I lifted mine to his. We kissed slowly, savoring each other’s taste. He ate at my lips, growling, and I gasped in delight. This was a side of Max I had yet to see.

He pulled at my tee, slipping it over my head, leaving me in a white cotton bra. I scraped my nails at the bottom of his black tee and he pulled it off one-handed. With his lips on mine, I worked at the rest of his clothing in a daze. Somehow, I managed to pull his sweats down his hips. He must’ve already removed his shoes, but I don’t remember him doing it. Max reached down to unbutton my jeans, but I beat him to it.

He walked me backwards to my room, pushing me back onto the soft, clean covers of my bed. As I lay there, breathing heavily, he slid my jeans down my legs. Then it was just us, nothing in between.

With white cotton panties to match my white cotton bra, I leaned up on my elbows to find Max staring down at my body, palming himself through his silver silky boxers. I moaned out loud as my pussy convulsed. Hard. Unintentionally, my body jerked and I cupped myself to stop a premature orgasm.

A choked noise escaped Max. I peeked through one eye to look at him. Gripping himself tight through the thin material, he closed his eyes and muttered a tormented, “Not again.”

No, no, no. This session was going to last, by thunder!

Reaching up to the front of my bra, I unhooked myself and held the two cups firmly in my grasp. “Max.” He opened his eyes as I let the bra fall down my arms, freeing my breasts.

He took a step forward, pulled me up, and then lifted me up, into him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and wound my arms around his neck. He turned and sat on my bed, leaving me in his lap. The moment I loosened my hold on him, he lowered his mouth and captured one taut bud between his lips, sucking while groaning. I gasped and raked my hands through his hair, tangling my fingers through it. I hadn’t even noticed myself rubbing against him ‘til he swapped sides, showering the other nipple with much needed affection.