Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(122)

“We can have a life together, Tess. It may not be the life you pictured before. But it would be a life.”

“And if they catch you? What happens then, Max?”

“We’ll face that together. Give me this, Tess. Give us this chance.”

“Max…”

“I’m asking you, to give us time together, Tess. I’ve never asked anyone for one thing in my life until you came into my life. I asked Marcum for his help, and now I’m asking you to do this with me. Say, yes.”

I hold my breath waiting for her answer.





21


Max


“You’re crazy, Max.”

“Is that a no or a yes, Tess.”

“I’m crazy,” she whispers, her head down. “I’m standing in the rain, soaked and wet, talking about fleeing for the border with an escaped murderer. They make cheesy made-for-television movies from this shit, Max. You’ve turned me into a cliché!”

“Answer the f*cking question, Tess.”

“Go f*ck yourself, Max! Quit telling me what to do! This isn’t easy! What you’re asking is a lot! A hell of a lot!”

“Fine then! I’ll have Marcum and the boys take you into Ormond tomorrow. To hell with it!”

She looks at me, and her face is unreadable for a moment and then…then everything changes.

“It’s so easy for you, right, Max? Just send me on my way. Simple. Easy. Clean. No harm no foul.”

She stands there acting like I have nothing invested. Maybe I don’t; compared to her. I know I am living in borrowed time as it is. That still doesn’t make this shit easy. This is her f*cking fault anyway. Walking into the prison and f*cking up my life—making me want. Fuck her if she’s leaving anyway, I’ll show her exactly what being with a man like me is about. I’ll show her it all.

I stalk over to her. It’s a mere six steps, but they are steps that announce I’m done. Her eyes grow large, even with the deluge of rain pounding us both. I grab her by the neck, yanking her roughly into my body. “There’s not a damn thing that’s easy about this, Kitten. There’s not a f*cking thing easy about me.”

“Max, I can’t do this,” she starts by pushing me away. I don’t let her. Fucking hell, she’s twisting me in knots, and I’m tired of it. She’s the one who made the decision to let me into her pants. She’s the one who spread her legs for me, even after seeing what I’m capable of. Turn myself in? Fuck her and the high horse she rode in on. I’ll let her see the monster she’s set free.

I stop her with my mouth, swallowing her words that don’t mean a f*cking thing. Love? She doesn’t even f*cking know me. How dare she try and say that shit. This is sex, pure f*cking, elemental sex and she craves it as much as I do! My tongue pushes into her mouth, owning her immediately. Her sweet taste mixes with the water on her face and does nothing but make her sweeter. My hold on her neck is hard, punishing. There will be bruises there tomorrow, and I war with two different emotions. I’m glad. I want to mark her, and I’m mad that she would bring me to this point. She’s not stopping me. Fuck no. If anything, she is meeting every thrust of my tongue, everything I pour into our kiss, she’s just a step behind.

We break away as I capture her lip, biting down on it, pulling it. I can taste the faint coppery taste of blood, but even that doesn’t make me stop. Her eyes are on mine, shooting fire at me, but not stopping me. In fact, her sweet little claws are biting into my sides, leaving marks themselves. I’ll wear her marks though, any f*cking day of the week. She’s got another of my flannel shirts on, and I grab the collar at each end and rip it apart. The rain makes it harder, but I’m so worked up by this point, it tears easily. She doesn’t bother with a bra these days, claiming I just end up destroying them. She’s right.

“Max,” she gasps, but I don’t respond. I watch as the rain slides down those taunt nipples of hers, and my eyes follow the path, the drops take, as they trail down her stomach. It f*cking pisses me off that I can’t watch them travel farther. So I unbutton the jeans she’s wearing and push the zipper down. I don’t know what I expected. I guess I thought Tess would fight me but there she is, her hands greedily joining mine to push the wet, soggy material down her legs. She kicks off the shoes she’s been wearing and then she’s naked.

Naked; with raindrops caressing every inch of her soft, white skin. She pushes her hair out of her eyes, and I know she’s waiting to see what I will do next. She’s never been more beautiful.

“Turn around and get on your f*cking knees, Tess. Now.”

She’s gasping for air, and a flash of something shows on her face, but she does as I order. I don’t worry about my clothes; this is going to go too f*cking fast to waste time removing them. I’m too worked up, too close to the edge. I undo my belt buckle and push my pants down just enough to free my rock hard cock. I use my body to wedge between her and push her legs apart to make more room for me.

One of the things I love about f*cking Tess is that she’s so small I can lean over her, as I am now. I can wrap my hands hard in her hair, just like now. Pull her neck back and dominate her from behind. Just. Like. Fucking. Now.

“You think this is easy, Tess? Do you think anything about this is f*cking easy? You want to act like this is all on me? Spout your words about being in love with me? You don’t know a f*cking thing about me. I think it’s time you met the animal you let rut between your legs.” I let go of her hair and wrap my hands around underneath to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly, maybe a little too tight. Her hips thrust up in the air, her ass rocking against my crotch. Searching for what I can give her. I slide my hands roughly down her soaked body, the water highlighting the differences between us. Tess, soft, slick and sweet and I am the complete opposite, hard, callused, and rough. I crudely grab the cheeks of her ass, kneading them hard. Spreading them apart and looking at the tight pink rosy opening to her ass. What would she think if she knew what I was going to do to that ass some day? Someday, very, very soon. Fuck, my cock throbs at even the idea of taking her there.