Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."His eyes slide to mine under his wet hair and my entire body is on high alert. I'm wound tight like a coiled snake. I want to touch him, feel him beneath my hands and feel his breath against my lips. I can't deny it, and by the look on his face he wants me too.Like he read my mind, he grabs me on each side of my face and leans in. Before I can turn my head he kisses me. I hesitate, my body tightening beneath him. My eyes open wide as I don't want to be sucked into the emotions that come with such an intimate act."Kiss me," he mumbles against my mouth, his voice shaky with desire. His grip firm as not to
I wake up from being hot. My face sticks to the leather and I find the blanket wrapped around me. Max must have given it to me when I fell asleep. Pushing it off me, I sit up finding Max fast asleep in the back seat.Leaning over the seat I shove him and he groans."Wake up. I have to work today. I need to go home," I inform him.He stretches, and one by one his eyes slowly open.He climbs over the seat and I notice dried chunks of mud all over him. I laugh and try to brush it off. "You have mud in your ear."Turning his head, he grins at me and starts the truck. I don't like that look. I pull the sun visor down and look at my face. There's some mud on my cheek and my hair. I look a fright. He puts the truck in drive and it hesitates at first then jerks out of the hole."Thank God," I whisper as we drive back to the city.The drive is quiet, and filled with tension. We both know there is no coming back from last night. We might act like we don't want anything more f
***RaeSitting outside on my patio steps, my phone rings and I grab it a little too anxiously.Noticing it's Mom, I purse my lips in disappointment. I haven't heard from Max in a few days."Hey Mom," I answer."Hey! Your sister just got engaged!" she squeals into the phone nearly busting my eardrum. I smile, happy for Lani."Awesome. I hope she's happy," I state."Of course she is, why wouldn't she be? Anyway, this weekend we are having the summer get-together we have every year to kick off the summer, and they're announcing their engagement to family and friends then. You and Max will be there, right?"I suck in a tight breath, I didn't go last year. Nobody ever talks to me, seemed pointless."Yeah sure, we'll be there," I inform, hoping Max will want to meet my family a second time. The last time didn't go so well. Maybe he'll have an excellent excuse we both can use to get out of this."It's Saturday at six. Bring a dish honey!" she requests sweetly before hangi
Chlorine burns my eyes when I open them, finding a blurry Rae at the bottom of the pool struggling to make it to the top. I swim to her, and scoop my arms underneath her. Her petite arms cling around my neck like a lifeline, her eyes wide with fear as bubbles escape her nose. Holding onto her, I kick my feet and swim upward. As soon as her face breaks water she hisses in a terrible sound of air, her whole body taking in the oxygen. She coughs, before laying her head on my shoulder. Her whole body shaking with fear and coldness. Finding the pool steps, I walk us out, and her mother stands waiting with a towel."Nobody invited you here in the first place!" Garth hollers at Ace."It was a joke!" He laughs, his hands up in surrender."Oh my God, honey. You're as soaked as a sewer rat." Bailey looks at Rae with sympathy, wrapping the towel around her."You have her?" I question, and Bailey nods."Let's find you some dry clothes." Her mother ushers her toward the house.As soo
***MaxOne week laterThrowing my bag on the couch I grab a beer from the fridge. I just got back from Chicago helping with a skyscraper my dad took on. They couldn't get the clearance due to its shape and location, so I went and did what I do best. Negotiate and helped change a few things. My dad is bullheaded, stuck in ways and everyone should move around his views.Sitting in my recliner I glance out the window. Rae has been on my mind since the night I dropped her off. My phone buzzes in my hand and I nearly spill my beer in my hands. It's Mom, shit."Hey Mom," I answer."Son, did you just get back into town?" she asks, car engines sounding in the background."Yeah, just now.""Your father is out of town 'til tomorrow, and your sister is dealing with the wedding. I thought I'd come by for dinner tonight, meet your girlfriend, and play catch up?" she asks and I sit upright in my chair."Um, tonight?" "Yeah, I'll be there at seven. Love you!" she hangs up and
Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room."What?" he shrugs.A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up.They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into? "Your mother is never going to believe a steady girlfriend stays over here." I shake my head, dropping the lingerie to the floor.Resting his elbows on the counter I can tell he's flustered and annoyed. His hat drops to the granite as he runs his hands back and forth through his hair."Why don't you cook, and I'll break out the hazmat suit?" I suggest, trying to help. I can tell his mother coming over here has him undone.Slowly he lifts his head. "You sure?"Putting my hands on my hips I swallow hard. This is going to be hard. I hate cleaning."Mhmm." I give a tight
Max's mouth drops, and the bite of bread he just took falls to the floor."Charming," Becca sneers, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. Her right hip popped out, and hand placed on it delicately. I shrug, proud of myself.Her eyes take me in, reminding me I'm wearing pajamas. Thankfully, she doesn't say anything."Let's eat!" Max slaps his hands together, attempting to break the tension.If I really were seeing Max, I would have done two things by now.Run, or set Mommy Dearest straight from day one.***Sitting at the table I help myself to some of Max's spaghetti. It's smells amazing."So how long is Dad out of town for?" Max asks his mother.She waves her hand around. "I don't know. Tomorrow I think."Slurping a noodle into my mouth his mother arches a brow in my direction. Sauce slaps against my cheek as I take in the last inch. "Do you have any garlic, babe?" I question. Wanting to add some to my spaghetti.They both freeze, the tension in the roo
"What?!" My outburst has him rushing to me and slapping a hand over my mouth. The feel of him against me, and the way his sexy eyes look down at me I can't help my core tightening. "My mother is already asking questions about us. I need you to stay the night with me, in my room," he whispers. His hand slowly falls from my mouth, his index finger catching my bottom lip.I'm not strong enough. I'm not strong enough. I'm not strong enough. "I promise to stick to the rules," he gives a curt nod. Him acting like a gentleman makes me want to jump his bones that much more.Nervous, I play with my bottom lip and look at the counter mindlessly. "Okay," I mutter, scared out of my mind of what is in store for me tonight. I follow him into his room, and he rubs the back of his neck anxiously."So, does one of us sleep on the bed, and the other on the floor?" I arch a brow, curious how this is going to work."I don't think that's a good idea. If my mother comes in here in the morning
A blazing heat licks across my cheek. I rub the ache, eyeing her wildly. "That is for breaking her heart!" She crosses her arms. "What's left of it anyway."I nod in knowing, and walk out. Getting in my truck I head toward the old carnival. I haven't been back since the day I found out that baby wasn't mine.Twenty minutes later I pull onto the dirt road, the trees more overgrown since the last time I was here. There's spider webs and birds everywhere as I slowly travel down it. I pray she is here. I need to see her to explain how I messed up.I spot Quinn's silver car and my heart skips a beat in relief. I found her.I put the truck in park before I come to a complete stop and get out. Looking across the rides I find her sitting in a scrambler bucket looking out at the lake. She's wearing the dress I got her and she looks fucking beautiful. I stop, taking the image in and programming it to memory. The vines are laced up the poles in a vast of greenery. The bucket she's s
He falls to the ground, crying like a little bitch baby. Clawing at his eyes that are now puffy and red. Snot pours from his nose, mixing with the slobber bubbling from his mouth.I keep hitting him with the purse, over and over. The damn thing feeling like a brick rather than a purse. What the hell does she keep in here?"Okay! Okay!" Quinn grabs at my arms, causing my assault on Jacob to come to a halt.I point at him, unshed tears filling the brim of my eyes."You have taken enough away from me. Away from Max," I cry. He just had to tell me about Max, and he did it with a shit eating grin. "If I see you again, I'll spray that pepper spray up your ass." I threaten out of breath, handing Quinn her purse.Taking a step back, I grab my suitcase and follow Quinn back to her car. "I feel like teenagers all over again," she laughs as I throw my shit in the back and get in.Resting my head on my hand I give a smirk and slump back into the seat, not seeing the humor in any of
***Max"You've got to be kidding?" I glare at Mom. I came to her in hopes there was another cabin, but there isn't."I'm not, it's the only bed available," she clips, not happy with me either. I sigh. I'm not sharing a room with Jacob. I'll kill him."I'll sleep in my fucking truck," I growl. "Just give the boy a key to his cabin, Becca," my dad sides with me, and Mom turns her head so fast it looks near exorcist."No, he got himself into this mess he can lay in his bed." She glances at me. "Or his truck, whatever he chooses." She places her hand on her hip and eyes me with disappointed eyes. "I mean really Max, what were you thinking setting that poor girl up?" her voice rises.I shake my head. "I was thinking about shutting you the hell up and out of my business, but that was before I got to know Rae." She gasps, clutching her chest. "I care for Rae, I care for her so much it makes everything else seem insignificant in comparison," I mutter, the hurt in my voice not
***MaxI watch her disappear into the night, her black dress swaying around her legs from the light wind.Jacob groans, and I look down at him. The piece of shit. He did all of this on purpose, to hurt me and Rae. I step over him, grab him by the shirt and jerk my fist back."MAX!" Macy cries behind me. A growl vibrates my chest, my knuckles turning white from the grip I have on him."Let him go son, he's not worth it." Agatha appears to my left. Breaking my focus from Jacob. "Go find her," she encourages.I shove Jacob to the ground, my chest rising and falling with the anger pulsing through me.I never should have let this get this far. I love Rae, and it took me losing her for me to really see it. This unbearable burn in my chest overtakes anything I've ever felt. Including when Marissa screwed around with Jacob.Looking up, everyone is watching, feeding off the drama. Looking at Macy I silently apologize and run after Rae.I should have told Rae in the c
He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse.The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go.Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks. "Oh no, your father is drinking again," Becca whines to Max. We look at the bar and find Mark fisting a tumbler of amber liquid. Max looks down at me and sighs. "When my dad drinks... he thinks he's God's gift to women," he informs and I laugh. "I'll be back." Max kisses my cheek and accompanies his mother to the bar."Would you reject a man asking for a dance?" My head snaps to the side finding Jacob looking at me sheepishly. "Are you serious?" I raise a brow. "Unbelievable," I mutter. Walking off the dance floor, my arm is suddenly jerked making me come to a complete stop."
"I won't," I reply, my eyes narrowed. I'm not sure what her words mean entirely but they sit heavy on my chest. "Agatha!" We both turn at the voice, finding Mark and Becca looking at us. "Are you smoking?" Becca looks at her puzzled. Agatha looks down and throws them at me."What, no? These are Rae's she was trying to get me to smoke one," she lies, and they both look at me.My mouth falls open, my heart beating in panic."Come on, let's get you cleaned up, Mom." Mark pats her back. "The rehearsal dinner is in a few minutes."Becca looks over her shoulder, eyeing the cigarettes.I just sigh, and take a drag off my own.What else am I to do?I do my hair and get dressed in one of my dresses. I want to wear the one Max got me, but I will wear it tomorrow to the actual wedding. Going through my suitcase I find a black strappy dress and match it with my black heels. I apply some light makeup and then some gloss. "You look great," Max compliments. I turn with a bashful
"Really, son?" Becca asks, unamused. Max's jaw is clenched tight, his hard stare not giving anything away. Macy opens her mouth to say something but quickly turns on her heel and heads back into the dining room.Becca looks at me with a tightlipped smile, as she elegantly flicks her bangs out of her eyes."Are you two ready to have breakfast now?" Becca questions, before turning away. "I see why you like her, son," she rambles off over her shoulder, winking at me before she jerks the dining room door open and disappears inside."You do have a nice ass," Max shrugs, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.***Breakfast is awkward, and quiet. The only thing you can hear are the sound of forks scraping plates, and everyone is staring at me like I should be wearing a scarlet letter on my shoulder. After what Becca and Macy just witnessed, it's probably accurate. Afterwards we return back to our cabin were Max proceeds to screw me within an inch of my life
"Can we talk?" Jacob asks, just above my shoulder.I look at Max who has an unreadable expression on his face."Sure," I growl, throwing my napkin on the plate.Max grabs my wrist halting me."You don't have anything sharp on you, do you?"I look at him confused before realizing he's nervous I might commit murder."Not that I would judge you, but you know... it's my sister's wedding," he winks, and I silently laugh.Just outside the dining room I come face to face with Jacob. He's staring at me with wide eyes, and my hands are balled into fists. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone much softer than what I'm feeling inside. I'm angry, and hurt. Things I wanted to say to his face after our wedding on the tip of my tongue. Things I wanted to do to him raging in the palm of my hands.He turns, his hands running through his hair frustrated."Are you with Max?" he finally asks, turning to face me once again."Yes I am! So what?" I yell, not caring if everyone hears me
***MaxI didn't get to the room until late last night and Rae was already asleep. I thought about what I wanted to say to her the whole time I was helping my mom and sister with setting chairs and tables. Then they got into an argument about placement. I just sat back and drank a beer until they figured it out.I was going to tell Rae yesterday I wanted the next step in whatever the hell we were doing. At least I think I was until Uncle Henry came knocking on the damn door.Maybe I should tell her this morning?"Is this okay?" Rae asks, twirling in a light white sundress. "Babe, it's just breakfast," I remind her. I don't know why she's so freaked out having breakfast with everyone. Nobody is even going to pay attention to us."I know it is, but I want to look nice," she mutters, slipping on some brown wedges. I stand up and walk over to her. Grabbing her by the waist I twirl the lock of hair that escaped her messy ponytail. "You've been in that bathroom for fifte