Predators MC: Stand Off Part 27

Vida wrote Gianna a check for what she had picked to buy then took her phone out of her purse, sending the picture.

Penni leaned forward, picking up the platter of brownies and offering them to the women after taking another for herself. "Now all we have to do is wait and see. You never did tell us what we would win."

Gianna reached into a discreet pink bag, pulling out a pretty, long, gold evening purse. Opening it, she tilted the purse forward until all the women crowded around, seeing the large vibrator inside.

"I need that in my life," Penni breathed.

The women all stared at each other then faced Gianna.

Casey spoke for the whole group. "She can have it."

Max was eating his second meatball sub when he felt his phone vibrate. Checking his messages, he choked on the bite he had just taken.

"What the f.u.c.k?" He heard Ice's exclamation next to him. Then Colton's phone went off, and Max knew exactly what the men were staring down in wonder at on their cell phones.

"Give them to me," Max snapped.

"I'm not giving you my f.u.c.king phone." Ice reared back out of his reach.

"Give it to me!" Max held his hand out to Colton.

"f.u.c.k no."

Max stood up, his stool falling backward onto the floor.

"Give me the f.u.c.king phones!" Max bellowed jealously.

"I'm not buying any more furniture, and I'm not buying them new phones. Why in the f.u.c.k would they give you their phones, anyways?" Jackal asked, standing up from his stool at the bar.

Ice leaned sideways out of Max's reach, showing Jackal the picture.

"Are you nuts? Don't show him that!"

Jackal's mouth dropped open, jerking the phone from Ice's hand and stepping from his reach.

"They at your house?" Jackal asked Max.

"All fifteen of them," Max said grouchily.

"Later." Jackal left the clubroom with a glint in his eyes that made Max suspicious, but he relaxed when he saw the brother going down the hallway to the bedrooms.

"d.a.m.n, I hope Vida buys the one she's wearing. h.e.l.l, I hope she buys the one Casey's wearing, too," Colton murmured appreciatively.

"I'm going to kick your a.s.s!" Max took a step toward him then heard a bike start outside. "That son of a b.i.t.c.h took off!"

Max stormed to the door, seeing Jackal turn onto the road, heading in the direction of his house. "I'm going to kill that motherf.u.c.ker."

Max ran to his bike with Ice and Colton hot on his heels. All of them were shoving their phones into their pockets before taking off.

When he got home, he was going to throw everyone out then f.u.c.k Casey. She was going to make up in one night for his not f.u.c.king her since he had brought her back to Queen City. He wouldn't be taking her out for breakfast, either. She was going to be lucky if he let her out of bed before lunch.

Chapter 27.

A loud bang on the door had Casey answering it, grabbing the robe around herself when she saw Jackal standing on the porch.

"Where's Penni?" he demanded as if he was out of breath from running.

"She left five minutes ago. She went home with Sawyer when Kaden picked her up. She was too drunk or high to drive. I can't remember which." Casey leaned against the door.

"High or drunk?"

Casey giggled. "She made some pot brownies, and I bought the wine. We have some left if you want one," she said, weaving from the door and going to the coffee table filled with wine gla.s.ses and an almost empty platter of brownies. Casey leaned over, picking one up, unaware the thin robe had fallen open, showing the curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She looked up when she heard a large bang from the doorway, seeing Max shaking his hand in front of the closed door.

"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 f.u.c.k 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, G.o.d." A blaze of pain unlike anything she had ever felt shredded her emotions. "You f.u.c.ked 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 f.u.c.k around on you. I haven't f.u.c.ked 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 f.u.c.ked 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 a.s.sumed 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."

"G.o.d, no." She shuddered as his d.i.c.k 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 s...o...b..ll's chance in h.e.l.l."

Max curled his hands behind her knees, lifting them and pressing them to her sides as he rose above her. The metal b.a.l.l.s added friction as he sped up, nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.

It wasn't long before Casey screamed as she came, biting down on his shoulder as she thought for a second she might pa.s.s out from the pleasure wrenching through her body.

Max's climax was just as violent as he lifted her a.s.s off the bed and lost control enough to nearly topple them to the floor. He barely managed to straighten them before they fell.

With what little strength she had left, she managed to scoot up and lay her flushed cheek down on his chest. She mumbled something, barely able to keep her eyes open from the aftereffects of being high and having s.e.x with Max.

He lifted his head at her mumbled sentence. "What did you say?"

"I said I could live with Maxwell."

Epilogue.

Casey nervously entered the coffee shop, wanting to turn around and run rather than face the four women waiting inside for her. Taking a deep breath and straightening her shoulders, she a.s.sumed a confident air as she approached the table of women glaring at her.

"h.e.l.lo," Casey greeted the mother's of Max's children. The only one she was acquainted with was Maxton's mother Ginger. She recognized the others from the pictures their children had shown her to prepare her for this meeting. All four children had been openly worried that their mothers would rip her to shreds. Casey was, too, but was determined to follow through with the meeting she had arranged.

Sitting down between Maxie's mother Sa.s.sy and Maxim's mother Mila, across from her was Ginger and then Randy's mother Blaze.

"So, why did you want to meet?" Blaze's belligerent voice had Casey shifting uncomfortably on her seat. She made herself calm, remembering the children's faces when she had left them at home with Max.

"I want you all to know that my brother Cole and I are living with Max now. During the children's visitations, we will be present."

Casey licked her dry lips, grateful the waitress brought her a gla.s.s of water before taking their orders. When she left, Casey continued, "I will not interfere in yours and Max's parenting strategies. I don't know where Max and my relationship is headed, but-"

"I'll tell you where it's headed... for the s.h.i.tter," Blaze stated contemptuously.

"Possibly so, but we're going to give it a shot, and I'm more than willing to talk about any concerns you may have. I'm hoping we can become better acquainted and eventually friends."

The women stared at her for a moment. Then the questions began.

"How old is Cole?" Sa.s.sy asked with a sharp gaze.