Part Twenty One
Max stared at the water, apparently if they weren't insulting each other they had nothing to say. Ironic.
Max had sat there for the past twenty minutes thinking the day's events over in his mind. He never thought the day would end like this. He didn't even think the month would probably end like this. Snorting slightly he looked to the skies, the fates have a weird sense of humor. Turning to look at Liz he amended that thought, or Superwoman does. Superwoman.... She had called herself a superwoman.....
"So," Max began watching her face carefully, "You're Superwoman?"
He could see the ends of her lips twitch softly but in a complete fashion to herself she glared at him with a sneering voice, "Got a problem with that?"
Max, not to be out done, grinned cockily at her, "You're mine. Got a problem with that?"
Liz hated to be controlled. She was not submissive, and hearing him claim her like property made her blood boil, her heart speed up, and her thighs clench. What would usually result in her going into a raging fit and jumping him made her want to jump him alright, but not how she would have thought.
Looking him over from spiked hair, to defined arms, and baggy pants she scowled at him, "If you tell anyone I'll kill you."
Max's eyes widened slightly before his grin softened, "If you really want to keep me quiet... There are ways."
Liz almost smiled at that but instead she stood up, causing Max to get to his feet too.
He knew it. She was going to run. It was too good to be true. He wondered what she would do if he just kidnapped her and tied her up in his room. It'd make his life a hell of a lot easier.
Liz surprised him though, she turned, leaning against his body ever so slightly, blocking his path to run. She lowered her lashes, the slow seductive move making Max's stomach jump.
Leaning up she placed her hands gently on his shoulders, smiling coyly at him, and then all he saw was water.
He came up to find her practically doubled over laughing. Sputtering, he shot daggers at her, "You suck."
Liz's laughing stopped as she looked at him seriously, her eyes burning in such a way that made him swallow, "Maybe."
Max watched as her tongue traced her soft pink lips before letting out a frustrated growl and diving back under the water. He definitely needed to cool off if she was going to insist on giving him those kinds of thoughts.
Looking up, underneath the calming water he could see her, the moon shining against her, silhouetting her in the dark. She looked tough. That just made his heart speed up.
She looked hard as rock, and from the way she shoved him in he could tell that she was strong, and from the way she handled everything he could tell her strength was more than physical. Some would think that her denial or her tears would make her weak, but not him. Her tears just made her stronger to him.
Maybe it was because they had cracked straight through his arousal to his heart, a new place for anyone to be. He really did care for her.
Shit. That was going to make things harder...not that they were easy now.
Max surfaced wanting to curse his feelings. They had just gotten to the easiest stage of any kind of relationship, flirtation. At the rate of progress they were making by his mid twenties she might actually like him. Then before he lost his teeth she might care about him on the same level.
Forcing a smile he hoisted himself out of the water, watching as Liz wearily backed away down the dock towards the shore, "Scared?"
Liz let a cocky grin slip, "Just cautious."
"That's a first." Max scoffed.
The dig made her stop her retreat, "Excuse me?"
"If I recall it correctly I'm the one who saved you from becoming a pancake." Max said inching slowly forward with his words.
"No," Liz, unmindfully, marched forward stabbing him in the chest, "You're the one who slammed my head into the curb."
Max backed up a step, her following, then another, "You'll live."
Liz glared heartily at him, "Bite me Boarder Boy."
Max's grin was quick, but his movements were quicker. His hands were firm on the back of her ribs, and his grasp was hard and sharp. Before she knew it her hair was in his hands, her neck exposed, and sensations were exploding in her body as his teeth trailed up and down her throat.
Biting her own lip to keep from letting out the moan of pleasure curling in her throat she dug her nails into the wet shirt that clung unyieldingly to his hard body. A body she had been admiring as she had retreated earlier.
At the prodding of her nails Max's hands slid down her body cupping her against him. Liz, lifted her legs up around his, and taking every opportunity she would afford him Max pulled her off the ground, her legs locking just above his hips.
The water from Max was seeping into her shirt and pants, it was slippery on her skin, but all Liz noticed was the way Max's hands kneaded the back of her thighs, and the way his tongue danced across her flesh, licking at her collar bone.
That time she did moan.
And Max's breathless laugh against her vibrating body made her beam recklessly. And then she found herself free falling.
She was flailing as she broke the surface and lunged for him, "You fucking prick!"
Max smiled at the laughing insult thrown by her as he treaded water, "One good turn deserves another."
"More like one good trick." Liz grumbled grabbing his shoulders and sliding her legs around him once more, the water between them seeming to heat with their bodies.
Max's eyes widened slightly at the bold move from her. And she smiled sweetly, too sweetly.
"What?" Liz asked her lips pouting slightly, "I'm not allowed to climb on my property?"
Max laughed and considered it for a moment before mocking her earlier threat, "If you tell anyone I'll kill you."
Liz chuckled softly as she ran her nails up the back of his scalp pulling his head back and attacking his lips. Max was happy to comply.
Kyle glared at the instant replay on his screen. His favorite team was eating turf and throwing the damn game away.
Kyle, tempted to yell, settled for tossing a coaster at the television.
That's when he heard it. The soft giggle from the girl next to him. Narrowing his eyes at the television he spoke evenly, even tenderly, "You're supposed to be asleep."
Tess raised her head from his shoulder, losing the warmth of his contact as she pulled back, "Who can sleep when they're sucking so badly?"
Kyle glanced over at her, "You do have a point."
"I'm always right." Tess said deadpan.
Kyle's eyebrows raised in suspicion, "Ok, sure."
Tess mock glared at him, "Don't agree too enthusiastically."
Kyle smiled at her, "Don't worry. I won't."
Tess smacked his shoulder, "I'm always right. Just get used to it."
Kyle laughed, "And why do I have to get used to it?"
Tess leveled her eyes at him and spoke clearly, "Because I don't plan on going anywhere."
Kyle's lips twitched and his eyes visibly brightened, "Good."
Tess turned back to the screen and after a few moments threw a coaster of her own, "They really do suck."
Kyle's smile only widened. He couldn't even take his team's defeat to heart as he wound his arm around Tess.
"Alex," The name was as soft as a moan, and spurred him on more as he ran his hands over her soft flesh, his mouth wreaking havoc on her body.
Isabel's head lolled back against the table as she found herself arching against the hard surface, into the warm depths of that glorious mouth.
This tongue lavished her navel as he slowly drew it upward, the shirt preceding his movements as he pulled it over her head. He stopped at the blood red bra and placed two, caring, hot, open mouth kisses to the soft petalish skin on each breast.
Letting his tongue explore more he traced the limits of the cloth between them, his scorching breath seeping through the fabric making her nipples tighten.
"Alex," Her throat was starting to close up and she couldn't control the quiver in her voice any more than the one in her body, "Alex."
Alex's administrations halted as he looked up into her eyes, his own burning with desire and dark with heat, "I love how you moan my name."
Alex let his skilled finger tips grace the sides of her breasts down to her ribs, and the further, gripping her hips tightly, "I wanna hear you scream it."
Isabel's eyes closed and she rolled her hips against not only his hands but his own body causing his teeth to tear at his lips. She could feel the heat off his half exposed body, the excited fluster of his abdomen against her, the throb of his arousal against hers, separated by two layers of denim. She tightened her thighs around him and felt him shudder ever so gently against her, giving her a feminine satisfaction at the reaction, "Alex."
Alex's eyes opened with a snap, the fire kindling past burning. Past anything as dangerous and plunging into deeper depths of want. She had never had anyone want her like that. So completely. It made her mouth dry up as she reached for him. He went willingly, the blazing need inside him making his kisses hard and demanding.
The change in tempo was instant and she arched her body so that her barely clad breasts and bare stomach brushed his, pelvis grinding blindly against his. She felt the air leave him as he drove his tongue inside her mouth more fiercely, his own realistic need eating away at his control.
Control, he told himself, control. That thing he needed to hold on to deeply. If he wasn't careful he would take her right here, in the middle of the shop, on top of a hard wooden table.
His stomach tightened at the thought of having her in the middle of passion, hard and fast, but his heart clinched as well. He would love to have her, anywhere, but he wouldn't allow their first time to be so rushed, to be so reckless, and so public.
Pushing back slightly he rested his head against hers. Looking into her eyes he felt himself melt against his newly found resolve. He could always make their second time perfect instead. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue snaked out to sooth the swollen flesh and he shuddered again.
She lay open for him and he knew she was ripe for the picking, but he also knew he couldn't do it like this. She was special, and she needed to know that as much as he needed to show her.
Pulling back even further he drew himself to sit backwards on his legs, cursing Tess, because he knew it was her constant feminine influence in his life that had made him so sentimental as to worry about the first night of intimacy between him and his princess.
He swallowed, his princess. Shaking his head he smiled at his sensitivity. He wanted everything to be perfect for his princess. He was officially a soft hearted chump.
Pulling himself off the table was painful. He felt his discomfort from his body's arousal, but also the tug toward her body was so strong he almost leapt at her again.
Instead he took a steadying breath and grabbed her shirt from the floor and shook it out. Walking back to Isabel, who now sat up with her eyebrows creased he motioned with his head for her to lift her arms. As she did so he slid her clothes back on allowing his hands to glance slightly down her sides.
Swallowing again he leaned forward pressing his lips to her crown, his mouth gentle and warm.
As he pulled back he motioned outside with his head and Isabel yanked him hard backwards, "Explain."
Alex smiled at the commanding tone in her voice. He gauged his words carefully because Isabel didn't seem thrilled at the turn of events, then again he didn't really feel thrilled.
Leaning back towards her he wrapped his arms chastely around her waist, clasping them behind her, "I want you."
"I figured that out all by myself." Isabel's sarcasm goaded him.
"I want you so badly I can't stop shaking," Alex said leaning in pressing his head against hers letting her feel his tremors.
"Then why the hell did you stop?" Isabel exhaled in annoyance.
"Because I want you on a bed of silk roses, and I want you completely. I want you over and over again all night." Alex brushed his lips over the corner of her mouth which was slightly open at the admission, "I want everything for you."
Isabel's eyes were wide, and shiny in the dim light, leaning in she smiled widely at him before kissing him softly in gratitude.
Suddenly he was thrilled. One smile from her, that look in her eyes, like he was a shining knight was all it took to sturdy his resolve. He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck. He was her shining knight.
"So, you're going to go back?" Maria asked as she sat, perched on Alex's hood, talking to Michael.
Michael's fingers idly played over her now lightly throbbing ankle, "One day, just to visit. It's wonderful there, there's so much culture every where you turn. It's not like the states. Here there's so many different things meddled together that they all just fade into the back ground, but in Japan. It's so... "
"Potent." Maria supplied wrapped up in his touch and in the way his eyes lightened at the topic.
An easy grin cracked across his face, "Exactly."
The silence between them grew and for once Maria didn't find it heavy or awkward, the moon was bright in the sky, and the stars were glowing. All in all, if her ankle didn't hurt like a bitch, she would have considered it romantic.
Michael seemed wrapped in his own thoughts as the pads of his fingers ran down her ankle bone, then back to her heel. The light pressure didn't hurt exactly, but instead the caress was a kind of sweet pain. Maria watched as his clouded eyes watched the sky, clearly not seeing the celestial bodies in the firmament.
"Michael?" Maria called out, reaching her hand to brush against his knee, that sat precariously next to her thigh.
He jumped gently at the sensation focusing on her with a small frown, "It's only me right?"
Maria, clearly confused at the questions smiled politely, "In the universe?"
Michael's eyebrows creased, "What? No, I meant between you and me."
Maria, not any closer to understanding offered what she thought made sense, "No, it's me too."
Michael's eyebrows quirked in a half raised fashion, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Maria swallowed, "Listen you perplexing porcupine, if you don't rephrase your question I'm going to push you off the car."
Michael gave her a doubtful look before he did as she ordered, "I'm the only guy with you right?"
Maria was taken aback. Did he really think she'd be parading around kissing him senseless if there was someone else? Without thinking she started her tirade, "What the hell do you think I am some whore? I would never lay my lips, or any other parts of me, on you if I was with someone else! You obviously don't even fucking know me!."
Michael leapt off the car as she started yelling at him. Walking over he scooped up the basketball, trying to keep his anger under control, but it was painfully obvious by the incessant slamming of the poor ball that it was a losing battle.
Maria scoffed as she began to push herself off the car to take the fight to him but he was against her in flash, pushing her back on top the hood, "You'll hurt yourself again."
"No," She glared ruefully at him, "I intend to hurt you actually!"
"Fine," Michael bite out leering at her, "just don't hurt yourself in the process."
Maria was taken aback. His eyes were like fire seeping into her bit by bit, determined to burn her alive. He was so angry at her and yet he still was keeping her out of harms way. Watching as the tick in Michael's jaw slowed little by little she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in ever so slightly.
Michael's eyes narrowed as she rested her brow to his, "It's only you Michael."
Michael's eyes slipped closed for a second, when they opened again they focused on her. They were so warm and caring, not a single trace of his earlier anger in them. Smiling, Maria pressed her lips gently to his. As he dipped forward trying to lengthen the kiss she pulled back, breaking contact, "Michael, I'm sorry."
Michael shrugged going for her lips again.
Maria laughed lightly as she again pulled out of the way of his mouth, "I forgot you don't really know me."
Michael, quickly becoming annoyed at her physical avoidance, grabbed the back of her neck, "Give me time."
Before she could respond he pulled her against him, his mouth was brutal on hers and his tongue soothing against her bottom lip.
Michael's lips slowly pulled back, "You don't know me either."
Maria opened her eyes, their focus off and clouded with the beginnings of lust, "I guess I don't, but I know some things."
"Like?" Michael asked pressing his warm mouth to the side of her neck, just below her neck.
Maria opened and closed her mouth a few times before speaking, "I know you're responsible, competitive, and..."
Michael tongue flicked along her sensitive jaw, "And?"
Maria lightly shook her head to clear her thinking, "And I know you're caring and protective. If you love someone you go to the line for them, but also try and control them a little bit."
"Control them?" Michael pulled himself to an erect position, "Just because I don't want to lose them doesn't mean I control them!"
Maria saw the consternation spread from the set of his brows to the thin line at his mouth and smiled slightly. Placing a hand on his cocked head, resting comfortably on his cheek she leaned in and pressed her perky lips to the side of his drawn mouth.
"You're used to taking control in most situations because you play the adult role in your relationships with your siblings." Maria explained, "So, instead of waiting for them to mess up you try and make them avoid the mistake all together."
"No I don't." Michael said defensively, "I let them make their decisions."
"Like Tess and Kyle?" Maria asked.
"I didn't do anything to them." Michael said pulling back from her touch.
"So, it wasn't you who demanded that he come pick her up so you could interrogate him?" Maria asked smiling, "And I guess I imagined you calling me and asking me what you could expect from him?"
Michael glared, "I didn't make her decision I was just trying to figure out how to fix a potential problem."
"And if I would have told you he was a player?" Maria asked smugly.
"I would have chased after them, beat the shit out of him, and drug her home." Michael admitted shaking his head.
Maria smiled for a moment, not finding his intentions towards her brother offending, "Michael, there's an upside to your sister dating my brother."
Michael didn't think there would ever be an upside to his sister dating, but to humor her he'd ask anyway, "And that is?"
"It got you to call me." Maria said dipping her head slightly.
"No it didn't." Michael said moving back towards her, his hand resting under her jaw, bringing her face to his, "I would have called regardless, the situation just gave me an opening."
"And you took it." Maria said nuzzling his nose lightly with her own.
"Who could pass up an opportunity like that?" Michael asked pressing his lips to hers in a slow, hot kiss.
Maria didn't know who could, but she was glad that he hadn't.
Michael's mind rolled over the phrase, passing up an opportunity. It was exactly what he had done. Maybe, avoided an opportunity was more like it. He wanted to tell her things that he hadn't told others. That he hadn't told anyone to be more specific. Things about racing, the future, and more importantly the past. Were you supposed to tell your girlfriend those things so soon?
Michael's mouth broke away in surprise, "You're my girlfriend."
The statement was laced with surprise, and the sentiment was reflected when Maria's eyes skyrocketed open to stare at him bewildered, "I'm what?"
Michael looked at her, his eyes wide for a moment before he focused in on her, "You're my girlfriend, right?"
Maria looked at him critically, "I don't remember being asked."
"You always have to be difficult, don't you Red?" Michael asked rolling his eyes.
"Sort of." Maria smiled leaning in and pressing her lips to his nose, "You should probably get used to it."
Michael raised his eyebrows, "We'll see."