I JUST READ THE NEWEST MAXIMUM RIDE BOOK AND BOY I WANTED TO WRITE FANFICTION, AND HERE I AM! XD SO ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. I am hoping to squeeze in some lemons today. :3

Chapter 27:

After I tried and failed to make breakfast, nearly setting the kitchen on fire, Dylan made us pancakes.

Of course it was a good show to Sadie and James, who are turning into real pyromaniacs.

I finished my tenth pancake then patted my stomach, leaning back into the wooden dining room table.

"I forgot how good your cooking taste, Dylan," I said with a satisfied burp.

Dylan grinned charmingly at me.

But I couldn't return the smile for some reason.

While I was contemplating that, the doorbell rang.

I stood up with a little too much force, and ran to the door.

When I opened it, there was Jeb and Dr. Martinez smiling at me.

"Good morning, Max!" Jeb said, handing me a rose.

"Wow Jeb, feeling a bit sappy today? What happen, someone die?" I responded, looking down at the rose.

"I just thought of my daughter when I saw it," He said, "Is that not enough?"

My mom gulped and turned away from Jeb and I, staring off into the distance with a nervous smile.

"Mom, are you ok?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Dr. Martinez quickly swiveled her head towards me, and her eyes got glassy.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, alarmed, I tried to reach out for her.

"Valencia, why don't you go out in the car and wait, I won't be long," Jeb said, taking her hand and squeezing it hard, giving her a look I couldn't quite make out.

She nodded and rushed down the stairs and to the car.

"Don't mind her, our dog just died recently, and she's a little emotional," Jeb said quickly.

I stared at my mom sob in the car, sniveling into her long sleeved purple shirt.

She was never that way. She was the rock in my life, even if I hadn't seen her for a while.

"Well, come in, I guess." I said, opening the door wider so he could scoot in.

Dylan met Jeb at the door, shook hands with him and smiled.

"So, what's with the sudden visit? You didn't come all this way to tell us your dog died." I said.

"Of course not, Maximum. We came on Dylan's request." Jeb said, staring pointedly at Dylan.

I eyed my husband suspiciously.

He cleared his throat and nodded, "I thought we could let Jeb and Valencia take James and Sadie for the weekend," Dylan murmured.

I looked back into the dining room, where Sadie was trying to get out of her chair and James was stabbing his pancake with a blunt baby fork.

"I don't know if I want to let-"

"It'll just be this weekend, Max. I haven't seen my grandchildren for a few months now," Jeb said calmly.

I looked at Dylan, then at Jeb with an annoyed expression.

"Fine fine, whatever. Do you need them to bring an overnight bag or anything?" I asked, prepared to pack it as quickly as possible so Jeb could get the hell out of my house.

"No no, we have clothes for them," Jeb said, heading into the dining room.

I heard Jeb talk to Sadie.

I glared at Dylan, pretending to slit my throat with my finger.

He gave me an amused look and nodded, wiggling his eyebrows.

I gagged and made a throw-up noise.

Jeb came back in and Dylan and I had to hold back our snorts.

"I guess we'll be leaving," Jeb said, looking down at Sadie, "Say good-bye to your mom and dad."

Sadie ran over to me and I pulled her into a big bear hug, and Dylan did the same, kissing her forehead, before sending her off with Jeb and my mom.

Once the car was out of the driveway, Dylan came over to me.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"How about a movie or something?" I asked lightly.

Dylan wound his arms around my hips, slapping my ass and pulling me to him.

"A movie? We're home alone in this house and you want to watch a movie?" He breathed.

"Don't slap my ass, you pervert!" I protested without heart.

I secretly found it extremely sexy.

Dylan forced his mouth onto mine, silencing my protests.

I pushed him away easily, like he wasn't really trying.

"Don't, we can't-" I panted.

It didn't feel the same as when we usually kissed.

Something was off.

Dylan, without saying anything, swept me off my feet and sprinted up the stairs to our room.

"Dylan, you jerk, put me down now!" I yelled at him, beating my fists against his chest.

He spun into our room and threw me on the bed in a whirl.

And then he was on top of me.

His knees squeezed my thighs together so I couldn't escape.

"Dylan, this isn't funny!" I squirmed in his grip.

His hand reached under my tank top, to my exposed breasts.

"Dylan!" I gasped as his hand connected with my sensitive boobs.

My nipples instantly hardened up at the rough touch and were visible through my shirt.

Dylan smiled mischievously, "You can't tell me your not a little turned on," He said.

He removed his hand and pinched my nipple through the thin fabric.

I let out a small moan and glared at him.

"Your a jerk, you know that?"

He stuck out his tongue and I snapped up, biting it and yanking his lips towards mine.

Our lips and tongue connected and I practically melted into the bed.

I needed his touch and I lusted for his hands all over me.

I reached up and slipped my hand under his shirt, running my hand over his toned muscles, enjoying the sensation it brought me.

Dylan finally pulled away from me and ripped my shirt off.

I reached up and tangled my fingers through his dark, honey-colored hair, connecting our lips once again.

His hands slid into my jeans, squeezing my buttcheeks so hard I gasped through his mouth.

I didn't really notice when Dylan literally used his thumbs to rip down my jeans, all I could feel was his hand run over my legs, making me shiver.

I stared up into his beautiful turquoise eyes, which were glimmering with lust.

I moved my hands up to his collar, and pulled his shirt over his head.

Dylan removed my totally ruined pajama pants, and pulled my leg over his shoulder.

"So beautiful," He murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh lightly.

I blushed bright red and glared at him.

He took on a different demeanor then, his face smutty and a delicious smirk written across his face.

I put my finger in the elastic of his shorts, pulling it back, then letting it go.

It slapped against his toned stomach and Dylan chuckled at me.

He spread my legs wide, touching my womanhood over the fabric of my underwear.

I was already extremely turned on, and he was teasing me at this point.

"Dylan, Dylan, stop teasing me!" I growled, pulling him towards me and glaring into his eyes like a jaguar on the hunt.

He was my prey, not the other way around.

So, with all the strength I could muster, I flipped us.

Dylan didn't protest as I was on top of him now.

He wanted me there, because he grabbed my hips and squeezed them, a grin plastered on his face.

He put his thumbs in my underwear and ripped them.

I scowled at him, "Are you going to ruin every piece of clothing I own?" I huffed.

Dylan shrugged, putting his arms behind his head and then he just stared at me.

I threw the ruined underwear to the floor and straddled him.

I could feel his dick through his shorts as I grinded into him.

And I got a moan out of his lips.

I smiled devilishly and got on my knees so I could pull his short down and off of him.

He reached up and cupped my breasts, making me wet all over again.

Finally, after all the foreplay, I positioned myself over his dick and sunk down slowly.

Dylan grabbed my hips once again, not wanting to go slow, he urged me to go faster.

I moaned loudly and went faster, doing basically all the work.

Dylan was groaning now too, moaning out my name.

And in the mist of all the sex, I heard myself moan out a name that Dylan nor I expected,

"Fang."

My mind didn't register it though, as Dylan's cock went deeper and harder into my vagina.

And then like that, it was over.

The passion and smut from before melted away, leaving me tired and confused.

I got off of Dylan and laid turned away from him.

Why did I say Fang's name?