Daddy's Home Part 2

Chapter Seven

Max's P.O.V

"Well, we're leaving! We'll be back in a few hours!" Fang's mom shouted.

Fang and I were lying on his bed in his room. I had my head on his chest, and had my arm around him.

His hand rested on the small of my back.

We heard the front door slam shut… We were alone.

Gabe and Monique were at a friend's house, and Mr. and Mrs. Martinez were going to dinner for their anniversary.

He leaned down and kissed my jaw line gently.

It only escalated further after that.

His mouth moved to my neck, as he pulled me on top of him.

My legs straddled his body, and I sat on his stomach.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

His arms slid up my sweatshirt, and started to pull it over my head.

He got it off and tossed it on the floor.

It was easier to press closer to him, without that bulky sweatshirt on.

It was comfy, but not so good for this current situation.

Our mouths moved in sync together for about ten more minutes before I ripped his black t-shirt over his head.

I tried not to stare at his perfectly sculpted body. His six pack, and perfectly toned Pecs. His muscled arms.

I slowly kissed his neck, fiddling with his belt, trying to get it off.

One of his hands rested right smack dab on my ass, while the other tangled in my hair.

"Mmmm- Max." he whispered.

I pulled his belt off, and tossed it somewhere. I heard a crash, but didn't particularly care enough to look at what it was.

He turned over so he hovered over me.

His tongue traced my lower lip before fishing its way into my mouth.

His fingers pushed some hair out of my face.

I leaned my head back slightly as his mouth left mine and molded to the form of my neck.

Traveling down further, Fang's lips slipped down to top of my tank top. He rolled my tank up to where my bra ended, and kissed there, then down to my belly button, then the rim of my jeans.

I pulled him back so his face was about an inch or two away from mine.

I rolled over so I was back on top.

I didn't kiss him again.

"Fang, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, twining my fingers with his, and pinning his hands against the bed.

"Max, you're my everything. My one and only love, my fiancée, and the most important girl to me. Whatever you want is completely fine with me."

"Well, okay then." I giggled, bending back down, and kissing him again.

He rolled up the back of my tank top and traced the clasp on my bra.

He pulled my shirt over my head and laid it next to us on his bed.

I let go of his hands and curled my fingers into his shaggy black hair.

His wound around my waist, pressing me against him.

I'm guessing he hadn't noticed my black, lace bra yet, because his eyes widened to the size of friggin golf balls.

I knew it was a good idea to wear that one today.

His eyes closed again, and he continued kissing me.

"Ffff- Fang, h'w di all f th's hap'n s'fast?" I mumbled, almost incoherently, against his lips.

"Dunno. Buh happy ih di." he whispered back, the breath from his mouth flowing into mine like a waterfall.

Then we just kind of shut up and stopped talking.

I unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off his body, tossing them to the end of his bed.

"I'm really glad my parents left…" Fang trailed off.

"How could you forget to make reservations, Rodger!" I heard someone yell, and then a car door slam.

"Anna! Stop walking away from me! Anna! Get back here!"

"Shit." Fang whispered, fumbling around in the bed looking for my shirt.

"Don't worry. They probably wont come in."

The front door slammed heavily. I could've sworn the entire friggin house shook.

For a few more minutes everything was silent.

I reached over to try and lock Fang's bedroom door, but being me, I fell.

I hit the floor with a thud, and hit my head on his end table.

"Fang! Um… Are you okay?" I heard Mrs. Martinez ask, her voice getting louder toward the end of the sentence.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. She's coming." Fang whimpered, reaching down to the end of the bed for his jeans.

The door knob jiggled.

It creaked open, and Mrs. Martinez stepped through the doorway.

' I closed my eyes then. I didn't really want to see her expression.

I mean, how would you feel if you walked into your seventeen year old son's room to find him in boxers, and his shirtless fiancée sitting on the floor.

She covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, "Well, I cant say I didn't see that coming. But Gabe and Monique will be home soon. Get dressed. Then, Max, I think it may be time for you to go home."

I nodded as Fang handed me my shirt.

She left the room, slamming the door behind her.

"She's pissed. She's really pissed." Fang mumbled, putting his head into his hands.

"Fang, you're her oldest son, she cant even think about you growing up. I mean, you're getting married. You're growing up. She doesn't want that. It's a mom thing. And just think about it. How would you feel if you walked into your son's room and saw his shirtless fiancée on the floor. And your son without a shirt and pants. I get where she's coming from."

"But she pretty much just kicked you out."

"Its fine. I know she just needs a little time. She probably feels like you're growing up all at once."

I pulled my shirt over my head, kissed him and walked out to the living room.

"Mrs. Martinez, do you mind talking to me for a minute?" I asked.

"Fine."

We walked out the sliding glass door onto the deck.

"Is there something you need, Max?"

"I just want to talk," I answered. "I know why you're so upset about the… uh… display earlier."

"And why is that?"

"Because Fang is your oldest son. You cant even think about him growing up. It's a lot to take in. I mean, he's getting married, he's… just getting older. You don't want that."

"Max, you're exactly right. It seems like yesterday that he was taking his first steps. Wrestling Iggy in the living room, and crashing into a TV. Telling me, 'Momma, I'm never gonna grow up. I'm gonna stay with you forever'."

"He's growing up. And he's turning into an amazing man. And I love him with all my heart. If you're worried about him getting hurt…"

"I don't worry about that. I can tell you're happy. And that you wouldn't want him to get hurt. Its just too much to take in right now."

I nodded.

I completely understood how she felt.

"Max, I realize I was a little harsh earlier, you can stay if you want. I was just surprised."

"No, I think I'd be best if I went home. I'm sorry about before. It was my fault. It was one of those, 'I'm going to be a bitch and be really friggin tempting' things."

She laughed a little, and walked inside with me.

"Goodbye, Max." she smiled as I walked out the front door.

See, Maximum, with just a flick of your magic wand you can work some magic.

I Hope You Enjoyed This Chappie.

I Personally Love This Chapter Because Of Max's Talk With Mrs. Martinez. (:

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