“Garrett’s right . . . you are a dork,” she tells me, again teasingly, but her voice is a little husky. She then turns in her seat, leans across the console and puts her hand on my thigh. The muscles immediately jump in acknowledgment of her touch.

“That right?” I murmur as her hand drifts up my leg.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she purrs, and then she’s palming my dick, which starts to get hard. I barely realize I have another left turn to make and I curse when she grips me through the material of my pants.

“Baby,” I mutter, my hands holding the wheel tightly. “Want me to wreck?”

“Nope,” she answers as her fingers grasp my zipper and give it a little tug. “Better concentrate.”

“Christ,” I mutter as my cock goes fully hard and the zipper slides down.

One in a fucking million.

Chapter 14

Jules

Pure lust-induced adrenaline courses through me as Max responds to my bold move.

Totally bold.

Totally unlike me.

I’ve never been an aggressor or an initiator, but there’s something about Max that is always beckoning to me to step past the edges of my comfort zone. Tonight was just one round of extreme awesomeness in my life, and it’s left me feeling jubilant and playful.

Definitely hungry for Max.

The hockey game tonight was awesome and was hard fought. At the end of regulation play, the Cold Fury and the Vancouver Flash were tied 2-2. I had no clue what that meant but Kate filled me in that the teams would play a five minute overtime period with only three players on each team out on the ice, in addition to the goalie. That five minutes about had my heart stopping several times as Max battled for his team.

When that ended with the game still tied, Kate then filled me in on the shootout, and I have never screamed louder in my life each time a Flash player streaked down the ice toward Max. But he was brilliant and perfect and amazing and yes, he pulled the victory out for his team by stopping all the shots while the Flash goalie let one slide by.

Our time at Houlihan’s was just as awesome. The vibe was electric, watching players and fans celebrate the win, and I really had no clue how serious this community took this sport and their team. I watched with pride and wonder as Max posed with fans for pictures and signed autographs. I stood next to him most of the time, his arm wrapped protectively around my back. He was openly attentive to me, which was not something I expected or needed, but something I appreciated since I was the new girl on the block. And when Max was called away to pose for pictures or even talk with some of his teammates, Olivia and Vale kept me amused with stories about this crazy group of guys.

Even that horrid experience of listening to that girl Cassie in the bathroom wasn’t enough to even remotely dampen my fun, because it made me realize how lucky I was to have someone like Max and to be a part of his world.

Yes, a night of complete awesomeness, but I have a feeling all of that will pale in comparison to where we’re headed right now. It’s been a long week since we’ve been together, and sex with Max was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I’ve never been with someone that was so singularly compatible to me in almost all ways, but most assuredly in the bedroom. For as sweet as Max is in his normal life, he’s a bit of a freak in the bed, and while this was not something I was used to as my own sex life had been quite boring, I found myself loving every bit of it.

I responded to every bit of it because I was yearning to be as close to Max as I could, and that meant opening myself up fully to him. The minute I decided to let myself go and trust in what he was doing to me, I had the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. They were brutal and terrifying in the way that made me realize I could become addicted to his brand of lovemaking, but they were beautiful and fulfilling too.

I ached to have that again, and that feeling coupled with the magnificent time I had tonight watching Max in his world has me feeling frisky.

So I figure I’ll start tonight’s adventure with a little bit of a bold move on my part.

I manage to easily slide his zipper down and that’s only because it’s pulled tight over his straining erection. The belt though is impossible to work with one hand, so I quickly sit up and undo my seat belt.

“Jules,” Max warns, but then his mouth snaps shut when both hands get to work on his belt buckle.

I get it open along with the button just as he makes the last turn onto the street his house sits on. Max’s breath hisses through his teeth and he manages to lift his hips a bit so I can pull his pants open and free his cock.

And I take in a tremulous breath as I see it through the dim light of the dashboard.

It’s fucking beautiful. Everything a cock should be. Long, thick, and beautifully veined.

The things he did to me with that cock.

My mouth waters and I feel Max’s car start to slow, figure we’re on the verge of pulling into his driveway, so I don’t waste any time. I scramble to my knees, stretch across the console and drop my head down. The minute the head of his dick hits my tongue, Max curses, thrusts his hips up, and he hits the brakes too hard, causing my body to start to roll toward the dashboard.

His arm is lightning quick as it wraps around my waist, and without even missing a beat, I sink lower onto him, taking him as far back in my mouth as I can get him.

“Fuck, Jules,” he groans as I pull up to the tip, lick around the head and then suck him back in. His hand goes to the back of my head and he palms my head gently although his hips rotate in a silent plea for me to keep going.

His lust becomes my lust and his need becomes mine. I want to suck every inch of him down and I want him to give me every drop he has. I start to bob on his cock, the sounds of his panting and groaning urging me faster. I wrap my hand around the bottom of his shaft and I squeeze and twist on my upward pulls.

Max’s fingers tighten in my hair and he mutters, “Jules . . . slow down.”

Um . . . no.

I go faster.

Max tugs on my hair. “Jules . . . hold up.”

I suck harder.

“Fuck, Jules,” Max growls as he grips a handful of hair and pulls up on my head along with another hand he places on my cheek. He tugs gently and I finally unlatch my mouth to look up at him.

I blink, momentarily surprised that I can see his face clearly from some type of illumination outside of the car. I turn my head, look around and get my bearings, realizing we’re in his garage.