It's a Fugly Life (Fugly #2)(50)

My man.

“Patricio!” his mother barked. “Leely has made her choice, and you will take it like a grown man.” His mother dipped her head. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Leely. I wish you both much happiness. Come, son.” She marched out and Patricio followed, but right as he reached the door, he looked back at me with sheer hate in his eyes.

A shiver washed over me.

“You just made a very big mistake, Lily.” He left, and I felt the tension I’d been holding in my body begin to release.

Funny, I’d never realized that. Whenever I was around Patricio or thinking about being with him, my stomach got all knotted up. It had been him the entire time—or, more accurately stated, I’d known all along that he wasn’t the one for me. I’d tried to ignore it but couldn’t. My heart knew. And so did my stomach.

“Well,” my mother said with a displeased tone, “I’m guessing that this is my cue and that you need someone to look after the store today.”

“Thank you, Mom. And I am sorry for not telling you. I just didn’t want to worry you.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or sorrow. She then walked over and gave me a giant hug.

“I never liked Patricio anyway,” she whispered. “There’s something off about him.” She turned to Max and gave him a hug, standing up on her tiptoes since she was short like me and didn’t want her face smooshed into his pecs. “Congratulations, Max. You’re going to make a great father.”

“Thank you, Gladys.” He smiled. “I only hope I can make Lily happy, like she deserves.”

My mother glowed with that remark. “Call me later and let me know what the plan is.”

“Bye, Mom,” I said.

“Mother,” said Max, “Lily and I have a few things to discuss. Callahan will take you to the airport. You can take my jet.”

“Aren’t you coming back to Chicago?” She sounded a little naggy, like she didn’t approve of him staying here with me.

He gave her a stern look.

“See you back in Chicago.” She disappeared out the door.

“Finally, we’re alone.” Max walked over to the door, closed it, and turned the lock. He faced me with a very hard look in his eyes. “Now you and I are going to talk.”

Oh goodie. More drama. Just what I was hoping for.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “About what?”

His eyes flickered with annoyance. “What do you mean you don’t want to get married?” he growled and reached for the top button of his pants.

I smiled. Get ready to buy some ice, Lily.





Max wasted absolutely no time in getting my running shoes off, my shorts down, and me up against the wall. I’d heard people talk about makeup sex before, but until he thrust himself into me, burying his cock as far as my body would allow, I didn’t fully understand. Now I did.

Holding me up by the legs, he slid out, leaving only the tip of his shaft inside me, and then slammed into me again. I let out a soft moan as his thickness and length rubbed against my inner walls with a forcefulness that I hadn’t seen from him before.

At first it was a shock, feeling him hammer into me like that, angry or something. But with each stroke of his hard cock, I felt what he felt. So much emotion had built up inside me, I needed to let it out. I needed to let go. Because, dammit, I was still really pissed about how he’d taken the news of my pregnancy.

Angry sex rocks.

“Harder, Max.” I gripped his shoulders, pushing my body into him while he f*cked me. I gasped and panted, trying not to come as the tip of his head repeatedly drove against that throbbing spot deep inside. Instead, I focused on the feel of him entering my body, driving his emotions and lust into me with every angry thrust.

He withdrew and lowered my feet to the floor. “I want to look at all of you. I love looking at you.” He tore my shirt over my head. I unclasped my bra to move things along while he ripped off his shirt.

His eyes took me in, starting at my toes, moving up my thighs to the cleft between my legs, and then to my breasts. “God, I love those tits.”

He pulled me into him and lifted me again. With my arms around his neck and our mouths locked in a frenzy of hot needy kisses, he carried me to the bedroom and lowered me onto the bed. The moment my body hit the mattress, he drove his cock deep into my body.

I gasped with pleasure. Holy hell. He felt so good.

I moved my hands down his muscular back, enjoying the feel of his heavy body pushing me down and his smooth skin under my palms.

Pistoning his hips at a furious pace, he threaded his fingers with mine. “You’re mine, Lily. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

With his dick inside me and my c-spot on the verge of sending me shooting off like a rocket, I knew this was the moment he was waiting for: Me at his mercy.

“Say it,” he repeated with a deliciously forceful thrust of his thick shaft.

“I’m yours,” I panted my words.

“Say it again.” He drove into me, deeper this time.

Oh God. Almost there. Almost there. “I’m yours,” I moaned my words.

“We’re getting married next week.”

Huh?

“Say it,” he demanded.

At that exact same moment, his cock hit that magical spot deep inside me and his pelvis hit my c-spot. Every nerve ending exploded with crippling ecstasy and radiated out to every limb all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. “Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”