Stand Off (Predators MC 2)

“Where did Jackal go? I was going to give him a brownie.”

“He had to leave suddenly.” Max grimaced when another knock sounded on the door. Jerking it open, he snarled “What?” at Colton and Ice, who were staring back at him.

“We thought we would pick up Grace and Vida.”

“Hi, Ice and Colton.” Casey waved at them, her robe falling open from her movement. “Kaden drove them home. Would you like a…?” Max slammed the door in their faces.

“I was going to offer them a brownie,” Casey chided.

“Are you high?” Max’s eyes widened at her walking seductively across the floor.

“A little, I think. I can’t say for sure. I’ve never been high before.”

“You’re high,” Max said, slipping his hands around her waist.

“You’re right.” Casey stood on her tiptoes. Unable to reach his mouth, she kissed the tanned skin of his throat.

Max lifted her until she could reach his mouth.

“Are you going to sleep with me tonight?”

“No.” His face broke into a grin. “But I am going to fuck you.”

“Finally.” Casey kissed his mouth jubilantly. “I was beginning to think you weren’t attracted to me anymore.”

“That wasn’t it. Come on, I have something I want to show you.” Max carried her into his bedroom, coming to a stop when he saw the mess.

“A couple of the girls may have had a pillow fight. I can’t remember.”

Max kicked a pillow out of his way, setting her on her feet beside the bed before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a paper, showing it to her.

Casey took the paper. Staring down at it, she read, trying to blink the blurriness away.

“I got my test results today. I’m clean. No disease, nothing. I’m the perfect masculine specimen,” he bragged.

“I don’t understand. You were clean before, so why would it be important to wait until you received a new report…? Oh, God.” A blaze of pain unlike anything she had ever felt shredded her emotions. “You fucked other women without condoms when I was gone.” She ran toward his bedroom door.

“Casey! Wait, listen to me.” He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her backward as she fought against him.

When she raked her nails down his arms, desperately trying to get away from him, Max tossed her onto the bed, pressing her firmly into the mattress so she couldn’t wiggle away from him. She beat at his chest with her fists.

“Cut it out!” Max grabbed her hands, holding them over her head as he pinned her to the bed.

Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, and Max leaned down, licking them away.

“I didn’t fuck around on you. I haven’t fucked another woman since I broke up with CeCe.”

Casey froze in disbelief. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve only had one woman on my mind for a long time. Even when you left, I almost fucked Crush, but I didn’t.”

Casey winced at his bluntness before his lips gently worked their healing magic, dissolving her anger and leaving her pliant underneath his body.

“I wanted to show you those papers before we were together again to prove that you could trust my word. I wanted to prove I wasn’t hiding anything from you like before. That way, when I asked you to marry me, you would accept.”

“Are you proposing to me?” She loved the big man who was staring down at her as if he was worried she wouldn’t agree.

“Yes.”

“Then I accept. I love you, Max.”

“I love you. I’ve already asked the kids’ mothers if they can all go for a weekend at the beach next month, and we’ll take Cole. Mugg can come and help with the kids, so it will be just us. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like you got it all planned. Why so soon?”

“Because, if you count up the months we’ve been together, except for the months you left, it’s been six months, and I’m not going to take a chance on losing you.”

Casey had always assumed the loving man above her was confident and sure of himself, but the uncertainly showed in his eyes now.

Her hands cupped his face. “You’re never going to lose me. Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“When we have kids, they won’t have Max anywhere in their names.”

“I don’t know… it’s kind of become a thing.” He slid his hands under her silky gown, jerking the small panties until they ripped.

“I just bought those,” Casey protested halfheartedly, wiggling her hip as she heard Max unzip his jeans.

“I’ve always liked the name Maximus.”

“God, no.” She shuddered as his dick slid inside her, her thighs clenching on his sides.

“How about Maximo? We could call him Mo.”

Casey arched under his driving thrusts, unsure if it was the pot or Max that was making the bed shake so hard. She gave a tortured gasp when his lips latched on to her nipple through the satiny material. “Not even a snowball’s chance in hell.”