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  Another long moan escapes from my throat.

  Max reaches over, grabs his glass, and pushes it against my nipple that he hasn't tasted yet. I want him to pour the whiskey all over me and devour me from head to toe. He is driving me wild. Releasing my mouth, he pulls harder on my hair, forcing me to arch my chest out. Then he pours the whiskey over the nipple that is begging for his attention. He is like a machine, lapping up the alcohol. My nipples are as hard as glass as he licks, sucks, and bites down. His hand loosens from my hair and skims down along my spine, causing shivers to run all over my body. When his fingers reach my hip, he wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me into his hard length then turns our bodies just enough that he can push me onto the bed.

  “Keep those legs spread for me. I want to taste your pussy,” he commands forcefully.

  Anticipation builds in my core as I tighten my pelvic muscles. Max slides off the bed and places the glass on the floor before grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to the edge. Biting my lower lip, I look down my body to see Max’s eyes glancing between my face and my center. He studies me for a minute, lightly caressing my inner thigh.

  “Your pussy is gorgeous. I forgot to appreciate it properly last time.” He licks his lips, his hands slowly sliding closer to my center. My legs tense as my back pushes against the bed, raising my center toward his mouth. I reach for his head, wanting to pull him closer to my needy pussy.

  “Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to play with me?” I taunt.

  Max narrows his eyes. “Oh you want to be sassy, do you?”

  “I want your mouth on me,” I reply breathlessly.

  His fingers graze my clit, then spank it hard, getting my attention. He looks me right in the eyes to let me know who is in charge before sliding two fingers inside my core. My back bows as he works me over, and I close my eyes. Lukewarm liquid coats my clit and pussy lips seconds before the pressure of Max’s tongue presses against my center. He licks and sucks the whiskey off my body, pulling yet another moan out of me. I feel my orgasm building as he pours a little more alcohol down my apex. His tongue delves into me, skillfully bringing me closer and closer, until I feel the warm rush crash into my consciousness. I scream as I come hard in his mouth. My whole body convulses, his mouth pulling more and more out of me. For a minute, my vision dulls, reality slipping, until I finally land again. Max is smiling. He knows he has me.

  “That was fucking hot, baby. I love the way your taste mixes with whiskey,” he says, straightening enough to have access to my torso, bringing the glass with him.

  Amber liquid drips deliciously on my stomach, trailing up to my breasts. There is just enough whiskey remaining in the glass to leave one final drop on each nipple, almost like a gift of reverence.

  “Don't move. I want the whiskey right where I left it,” he commands. He slowly lowers back down to my center and teases my clit with his tongue before licking my core one more time. I am going to scream. I ache for him to mount me and fuck me hard. My whole body is quivering with need.

  Max’s tongue leads the way as he crawls on top of me, licking his way up my body, drinking up the whiskey trail. He shifts onto his left side and lays down next to me. His right hand caresses then pinches my left nipple, as his mouth latches on to my right one. He sucks the amber liquid from my breast as his right hand travels back down my body. His fingers find what they are seeking, and I spread my legs willingly, unable to contain my moan.

  “Max, don't stop,” I plead. My back arches off the bed as he slides his fingers in and out of my center. He skillfully works me, playing every note of my body, taking me higher and higher.

  He sucks and licks the nipple in his mouth as his other hand fucks me faster and faster, until my vision starts to fade, yet again. I feel the rush slam into me, and I come with a shudder and another loud moan. Max releases my nipple as he slowly removes his fingers from my now very sensitive pussy. He brings his wet fingers, still dripping with my juices, to his mouth and slowly licks them off. He’s fully enjoying watching how my body reacts. The man definitely knows what he is doing. My thighs are quivering, wanting more.

  “Let me taste,” I demand, as my pussy still tingles in a combination of pleasure and pain.

  Lust blazes out of his eyes as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue entwining with mine. I suck greedily on his tongue, loving the taste of my juices and the whiskey coating his mouth. Max shifts onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Impatience gets the best of me, and I attempt to scoot down his body, but he grips my hips, stopping me in my tracks. He is making sure I remember who is in charge at the moment. His fiery gaze says it all.

  “I won't lie. I want your mouth around my cock again. But right this minute, I want you to slide that wet, tight little pussy of yours down on my aching cock and ride me like you’ve never gotten off before, baby. I want you to slam down on me hard, and I’ll give it to you just like you want it.”

  My eyes glaze over as I look at Max salaciously, the hunger radiating from my eyes when they lock on his. My pussy is aching for that kind of fucking. I am going to give him the ride of his life, alright. He better pray that I don’t make him lose his load in the middle of this performance. I lift slightly, positioning my core over his dick. Max’s hands tighten on my hips as he shoves his massive cock into me. My pussy lips are stretching deliciously. He slowly slides his massive length out of me, and a moan rips from his throat.

  “Fuck! Calla, you're so fucking tight!” explodes from his lips on a loud gasp as I apply pressure, working my core up and down his shaft.

  Max grips my hips, pulling me up and down in a dizzying cycle. My body moves like a piston on his engorged manhood. I slam down on him, harder and harder, gripping and releasing. It isn't long before I am milking every glorious inch of him, wanting to feel him release his seed deep into my core. I lean forward, knowing the tables have turned, and I am now in control. Do I give him what he wants? I grin wickedly before sliding my tongue into his mouth. The kiss is frenzied, and he quickly pulls away.

  “Calla, I’m getting close, baby, but you need to cum first!” he yells.

  Max continues to push his massive length up, meeting each of my downward thrusts. If he wants me to cum, I am going to give it to him. My whole being is vibrating with my need to release.

  I arch back, placing my hands on his thighs, digging my nails in. “Pinch my nipples!” I command. “Now, Max!”

  One of his hands releases from my hip and slaps my ass hard, the cheek smarting ever so slightly. The burn runs up my back then, finally, he does what I ask. He’s being a smartass, but it is too late for me to call him on it. Between the smack and Max pinching my nipples, I am already falling over the edge, my orgasm rocketing through my body. My pussy tightens on his cock, and I scream out his name, the pleasure exploding out of me. The aftershocks spasm through me as Max groans loudly, his orgasm coming right behind mine. His whole body is shaking, and he moans my name.

  I collapse in a heap onto Max’s chest. Both of us are still trying to come back from the happy place we were both just in. My pussy clenches when I feel Max spasm, giving me the last of that delicious seed of his. After a few blissful minutes, Max's left hand reaches out and gently tilts my chin up. He kisses me deeply and locks his smokey eyes with mine.

  “Let's get cleaned up,” Max whispers, breaking the kiss.

  I slowly roll off him, not wanting the moment to end. I rise from the bed. My legs feel like Jell-O, and I know I’ll be sore as hell come morning. Max remains on his back in my bed. His eyes are partially closed, but I can tell he is still taking all of me in while I saunter to my bathroom. Once in there, I hurriedly clean up and get ready for bed, tossing on a long t-shirt. When I return to my bedroom, I crawl back in the bed, sliding under the sheets and spooning with Max for a minute before feeling his lips brush my temple as he leaves the bed.

  Chapter 22

  Wes

  Calla and Trey bring out five different appetizers
from the new menu she is working on, while Adam and I prepare a round table for the poker game. Adam’s lead bartender, Tom, and Forest pull up chairs from other tables nearby. A knock on the front door has Adam jogging over to unlock the door to let Rex in.

  “Hey Rex. What’s in the case?” Adam asks as he holds the door open then closes it behind Rex.

  “Two new beers I want you guys to try. They’re from our friends over at the Brewtorium Brewery.”

  “They have cans now?”

  “No, I have a few growlers with their new batches of Dunkelweizen and Electric Lederhosen.” Rex shifts the box slightly as he heads toward the tables of food.

  “Nice. We need to visit them soon to see what’s new and have a good meal we don’t have to cook,” Trey adds as he places the two appetizers he is carrying down.

  “Calla, do you remember how to play Texas Hold 'Em?” I chuckle as I steal a few zucchini fries off the plate she is holding.

  Strangled half-coughs, half-laughs fill the room from our friends before everyone takes their seats, and I begin dealing cards.

  “Smart ass.” Calla flips me off.

  Rex leans toward Trey. “So, our Calla’s back? I wasn’t sure the other night. It’s good to see her spunk again. Has she started dating yet, or just fucking?”

  I eye them both as I tap the table with the cards.

  Trey’s eyebrows rise. “Don't even think about it. You know how Wes feels about her.”

  “He needs to shit, or get his ass of the pot. Besides, even if I wanted to do anything, it would only be to make Wes get off his ass. I have my eye on someone, but she’s….” Rex trails off, picking up his cards.

  “Fucker,” I murmur, turning over the first two cards.

  Rex smirks at me.

  Trey glances at the cards in his hand. “Let me guess, the pretty spitfire that was behind the bar?”

  Rex nods.

  “Who needs new cards?” I call out. “And will someone pour me a beer, for fuck’s sake? With these two clowns next to me, I’m going to need more than one.”

  Adam laughs but gets out of his chair. “I don’t need any cards, so I’ll pour.”

  “Thank you.” I send him a chin-nod.

  “So what’s been going on over here? I don’t get to hear the gossip anymore.” Rex takes his cup from Adam and passes two cards back to me.

  “Ugh,” Calla groans and passes three cards back to me. I hand her new ones, and she continues, “You’ll love this. Torrance came by last night and wants to use Belladonna for his wedding rehearsal dinner.”

  Rex’s mouth drops open. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Calla and Adam both shake their heads. “He really is fucking nuts. Why didn’t you cut off his balls the night you found him cheating?” She fidgets under Rex’s penetrating gaze.

  Why does she get twitchy when he makes comments like that?

  “I was in shock. In hindsight, I probably should’ve,” she replies. “Fold.” She tosses her cards in my direction.

  The game continues around the table with, “raise,” or, “call,” following. Calla scoots back from the table and stands. She stretches her arms above her head, forcing her shirt to rise at her waist. I focus on the pale blue stone that is just visible above her jeans. If memory serves, it’s the same stone I bought for her the night she had the piercing done. Just the thought of it being the same jewelry has my chest warming.

  “Wes, weren’t you saying something about a guy answering Calla’s phone this morning?” Trey asks, folding at his turn.

  I glare at him as Calla moves to the table with food on it.

  “Sorry about that,” she remarks, her back still to the table. “Max decided it was okay to answer it. Needless to say, we had it out, and Max will no longer be at my place. It was fun while it lasted, but I’m not up for someone I just started seeing answering my phone. I don’t know what the hell he was thinking.”

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and say a silent, ‘thank you,’ to whoever is in my corner when it comes to Calla. We finish the hand, and Rex wins the pot, pulling the money to him. I deal the next hand as she sets her plate down.

  “Anyone need a plate while I’m up?” she offers.

  “Can you get me one, please?” I respond.

  “Sure. Anyone else?”

  No one says anything, but the guys get up and grab their own plates. Trey places a plate with barely anything on it in front of me.

  “What the hell? Two chips? Really?”

  Everyone but Calla takes their seats and starts laughing. Her back is shaking as she laughs, still moving around the food table. When she turns, the plate in her hand is filled with a few of each appetizer. She passes the plate in my direction, but when it reaches Trey’s hands, he holds onto it for a few moments, acting like he is not going to pass it over.

  “Give it to me, asshole,” I grumble.

  “Touchy.”

  “I think I want one of these.” Rex plucks one of the shrimp from my plate.

  I glare at Trey and Rex as I grab for the plate. They decide to play keep away, teasing me with it. I growl and shuffle the deck. As I pass two cards to everyone, Rex places the still-full plate next to me. Laughter fills the room, and the second game gets under way. Trey adds his bet , Adam counters, and Calla calls, but the game continues a few more rounds.

  Forest checks his watch. “Y’all, I can do one more round then I need to head out. I’m not sure what time Hallie’s parents want to drop Ella off, but I’d like to be home before it’s time for her to go to bed.”

  The next round takes a little longer, but in the end, Rex wins that pot, as well.

  “I’m out,” Forest calls as he scoots his chair back and stands. “Thanks, y’all. Are we playing next Sunday?”

  “Yep. If you bring Ella to work with you, we can play earlier while she’s here,” I suggest, and everyone nods in agreement.

  “Works for me.” Forest walks over to the snack table and pops one of the drunken shrimp in his mouth.

  “Take some food with you,” Calla yawns and tosses her cards at me.

  She rises out of her chair and heads into the kitchen.

  “Let’s just call it a night. Wes, do you need a couch for tonight?” Adam asks, handing me his cards.

  “You can have mine if you’d like,” Trey offers.

  “Actually, I do need to talk to y’all about that. I took my name off the lease, and I’m letting Zoe deal with the payment. She has more shit than I do, and honestly, I really didn’t want to be in that place. It was where Zoe wanted to live, not me. I wanted in Calla’s building.”

  “Just let me know if you head our way,” Adam says as his phone buzzes, and his focus shifts.

  Calla comes back to the table with food wrapped up and hands it to Forest. He says his goodbyes and heads home, Adam following to let him out.

  “Did I hear you right? You’re going to move out and let Zoe have your apartment?” she questions, pivoting to face me and leaning into the table behind her.

  “Yes. It will also make it so she can’t just stop by unannounced.” I gather all the cards off the table and place them in the case.

  “I would say check my building, but we saw how she was able to sneak up to my place the other day.” Calla crosses her arms over her chest.

  “How the fuck is that even possible?” Rex asks.

  “Not sure,” she replies, pushing off the table and moving to begin cleaning up.

  Trey and Rex point over to the growlers and gesture for me to move in that direction.

  “This is your in, man. See if Calla will let you stay with her, so you can check out her building,” Trey urges.

  “Trey has a point. It’s time to get off your ass, and this is the perfect time to do it,” Rex adds as he pours the last of the beer in the glasses. “Not to change the subject, but this is some damn fine beer.”

  “Agreed,” Trey and I say at the same time.

  “Hey! You fuckers want to
help? I’m not your mother, so get your asses over here. Take leftovers, and leave me a little of the beer,” Calla calls over to us.

  Adam joins our group and grabs Trey’s glass, taking a sip.

  “What the hell?” Trey’s brows pinch together.

  “You didn’t give me any, and I wanted a drink.”

  “Where’s mine?” Calla asks, turning around with her hands full of plates and leftover food.

  “You can share mine. Come on. I’ll help you in the kitchen,” I tell her and follow behind.

  “We’ll be right here,” Trey raises his voice after us.

  Together, Calla and I wrap up the leftovers from the dining room, and the little that remains in the kitchen. I take one more drink and pass her the beer. She takes a long pull of the beer and hands over the glass and plates.

  “Why don’t you stick these in the dishwasher and run it? Then ask me whatever it is you need to ask,” Calla says, pushing the food over and popping up onto the counter.

  “You know, sometimes I hate that you know me so well.” I walk over to the dishwasher, load the dishes, and push the rack in. “Since I’m interested in getting a place in your building, can I crash in your spare room for a few days to check the place out?”

  “Sure. Why didn’t you ask a few days ago? I honestly thought you would after Zoe came to my place.”

  “Because I’m a fucking idiot.” I shake my head as she laughs.

  “You can say that again. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  We exit the kitchen and gather our things. The whole group finishes cleaning the dining room, so we don't piss off Nessa come Tuesday afternoon, before leaving for the night.