Romance Dead-ends

"Maxwell?!" Dereck said in a very forced tone as he was getting hot under the collar. "I will not have you speaking to us in such a vulgar manner."

"You're the one that came and intruded on my date's family and me. I did not seek you out. Maybe you should have heeded my words. You have your golden child. Why the fuck are you badgering me about my life when you've cared very little about it up to this point. Oh, right," snapping his fingers, "it's so I don't fucking embarrass you; that's all you two care about is that fucking name. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. No one gives a damn about that name. No one, you're just like every other Tom, Dick, and Harry out there; you just happen to have money. That doesn't make you special; that just makes you fucking spoiled," Max said coldly as he straightened back out. "Just like you spoiled that cunt there," he stated, pointing at his sister, whose jaw just dropped. "Now, I promised I wouldn't make a scene, and I won't, unless you four can't keep the fuck away from me. Then all these nice, well-off people are going to know what you're really like. See, unlike her," pointing at his ex, "I keep my word. We clear? Good." Max turned without another word and strolled back to the Archer's table.

"Max, are you alright?" Terry asked in a worried tone, noting the stress in his shoulders as he retook his seat.

"I am now," Max answered, peering over at her, seeing the sparkle in her grey eyes. "So, what did I miss?"

"Mom was regaling us about this little art gallery she just loves to visit," Stephine responded, noting while Max's face might show a pleasant side, yet his eyes were dark and stormy.

"Which one?" Max asked, taking a sip of the wine Terry had ordered for him while he dealt with his family.

"The Rosebud," Darla said factually. Slyly noting how Max's parents were eyeing him from across the divide.

"Oh?"

"Have you heard of it?" Darla asked curiously.

"I have," Max nodded. "A childhood acquaintance of mine works there."

"Do you go often?" Darla inquired, taking a sip of her wine, noticing how her daughter was eyeing him. Remembering what her daughter had told her about Max's parents. Pondering how Max could survive in that kind of environment and come out of it with a level head on his shoulders.

"A few times a year, only when my friend tells me they have a piece or two I might like to see. Although I'm sure she's just trying to get me to buy a painting or two," Max chuckled in a friendly way.

"You're just friends with her, right?" Terry asked, her voice taking a somewhat hard edge to it.

"No need to worry; I'm not her type," Max assured her.

"What, doesn't she like rich guys?" Stephine cut in.

"Money, yes, guys, not so much," Max stated, seeing Stephine's face growing flush when he said that.

"So, Max, can I ask, where do you see yourself in five years?" Greg asked in a fatherly tone as well as an interested employer.

"You want the truth?" Max asked with a pointed look, to which Greg nodded. "Honestly, thought I'd already be packing my place up and heading off somewhere given I've been pretty much written out of my family," seeing the shocked looks on their faces except for Terry, "then probably find somewhere nice and quiet to live, however..."

"However," Terry prodded on with a knowing smile on her lips.

"That was my plan until I got to know your daughter. I know her divorce is still pending, and I'm not rushing into anything as I'm sure Terry isn't, given the state of her marriage or lack thereof. Yet, I just can't leave until I know either we've run our course or... well, I'm sure you all can infer what I mean," Max spoke, seeing Terry drop her chin and that alluring smile of hers forming on her lips. "So I have to rethink things. I know my job at your company has already peaked, so I might have to look into the business field."

"That so. Do you have a degree in business?" Darla inquired, seeing how this wasn't new to her daughter.

"I do, just never put it into practice."

"Don't decide anything yet; you may never know what the future holds," Greg stated with the wisdom of age.

"You know, I think you made quite the impression on my parents," Stephine stated as she and Max sat at their table watching her parents and Terry, along with one of her friends, dancing after they had finished their meal.

"Oh?" Max mused, peering over at her. Seeing how what appeared to be a shy man gazing longingly at Stephine from across the room.

"Mmmhmm, I'm glad to see the smile on Terry's face. I thank you for bringing it back. For nearly a year, all I've seen from my sister was disappointment and failure," Stephine uttered as she crossed her legs.

"Well, she's worth making happy," Max spoke, meaning every word of it. "You know that guy has been looking at you for a while, right?"

"Yeah, I know, he has a crush on me, yet he doesn't have that much..."

"You really shouldn't base what a man is on how much money they have," Max cut in, seeing her eyes glance over at him.

"But look at him, he's all wiry?!" Stephine stated, gesturing with her hand towards him.

"So? What does it matter what he looks like? As long as he treats you with respect, does it matter if he doesn't have those rugged looks? I noticed you staring at the few that fit that description. Men like that are like beautiful women, thinking just because they have the looks, they can go about sleeping with whomever they want. Yet, in the end, they're just hollow inside, just like you would be if you simply settle for their looks and cash. Both can easily be lost; however, respect and loyalty now that will never go away unless someone breaks it," Max said, seeing how Stephine was really listening to his words.

"Then tell me, why is that woman staring at you?" Stephine spoke, pointing to Darcy's wife.

"She used to be my girlfriend five years ago until I caught her cheating on me with my sister," Max said, laying out the truth for her.

"No, you're sister did that? To her own brother?" Stephine asked in shock.

"She did, but that's ancient history; I'm more focused on the present," Max uttered, his gaze falling on Terry as she glided along the dance floor.

"You really like my sister, don't you?"

"I do," Max nodded. "She's just so easy to talk to and just be around. Given... well, you know what the office is like," Stephine nodded that she did, "she just makes dealing with them all day fade away."

"Do you really think I should?" Stephine asked, slyly jutting her chin towards the man.

"What do you have to lose other than our enticing banter," Max joked.

"You'll be okay on your own?" Stephine peered at him as she rose from her seat.

"Yep, this isn't my first time here, although, if you see me being dragged out, do take video," Max uttered with a wide smile.

"Seems like that's happened before," Stephine mused.

"Many times, I always miss the hoopla afterwards," Max said, remembering those fond nights. He watched how that man tried to keep his excitement from his face when Stephine strolled towards him. Smirking when it almost looked like the man was going to faint when Stephine began to speak to him. Getting up from his own seat and walking towards the dance floor as the current song Terry and her friend were dancing to neared its end. He waited patiently as the last note died away before he lightly tapped the man on his left shoulder. Nodding to the man as he gracefully bowed out, leaving a very smiling Terry in his wake. "So, my angelum lucis, shall we tango?" Max asked in a sensuous voice as he held out his hand to her. Seeing her eyes widen and how her fingertips pressed her lips. "Maestro, tango if you would," he spoke loudly with a sinful smile on his lip.

Terry's heart was floating on a cloud as she stared in surprise as Max led her around the dance floor. Loving how his hand felt as it rested on her lower back. Noting how her sister was speaking to someone before her mouth dropped in astonishment at how well Max was leading her in their dance. Noting how her mother was smiling at her when Max dipped her, her body quaked as he ran his hand down her stomach. Her fingertips skimmed along Max's face before he continued on with their dance.

"Max, that was... wonderful," Terry sighed as she rested against his chest once their dance was over. "Wherever did you learn to tango?"

"The many, many, many mind-numbing dance lessons my mother forced me to attend," Max said, looking deeply into her grey eyes. He felt his head lowering, her hands caressing his cheeks, their lips parting...

Terry yelped in surprise when she was violently ripped from Max's arms. "Fucking whore!" Orin growled in a drunken haze with his right hand poised to deliver a blow across his future ex-wife's face, or that was what he had planned on until Max's fist landed squarely on Orin's nose. The sound of bone-crunching in that stilled atmosphere was loud in that spacious room. Orin's body dropped like a sack of potatoes sending the drunken man sprawling out along the floor. Orin was choking as Max wrapped his hand around the man's tie, causing it to tighten around Orin's neck as Max held the man aloft by it.

"You ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again; you will never walk again. Do I make myself clear, you piece of worthless trash?!" Max growled, backhanding him, showing him how Terry felt with every blow he had levied on Terry in the past. "Speak, you spineless worm?!" He was set to deliver another blow until he felt her warm, soft touch on his upper right arm.

"Please, Max, he isn't worth it," Terry pleaded with him. She didn't want him to get into trouble because of her soon-to-be ex-husband. "He's just a worthless, cheating drunk who will never amount to anything."

Orin's loud gasp could be heard once Max had released his hold on Orin's tie. His blood dripped and smeared on the dance floor as he dragged his body until his advance was stopped by a pair of feet standing in his way. Orin looked up in fear as Greg Archer loomed over him along with a few others. Yelping when Greg's strong, firm grip grabbed him by the back of his suit jacket and hoisted him to his feet. Doubling over when Greg's fist found its home in Orin's gut.

"If I ever see or hear about you anywhere near my daughter again. You won't see another day, am I clear?" Greg whispered heatedly into Orin's ear, who nodded weakly. "See that this trash is shown where it belongs," he said, pushing Orin towards the two men who practically dragged Orin out of the building and tossed his ass into the dumpster that sat next to the rear door.

"Baby, you aren't hurt, are you?" Terry asked as her fingertips lightly ran along the back of Max's hand as she held it in the palm of her left hand.

"Nah, that hot air where his brain is supposed to be cushioned the blow," Max responded with a coy smile.

"Good, I would hate for you to injure yourself on that rotten man," Terry uttered, slipping her arms around Max, pressing her body tightly against his, and whispering her thank you to him.

"Terry, you alright?" Greg asked in a fatherly tone.

"Mmmhmm," Terry hummed.

"Then let's return to our table so they can clean up the blood," Greg said, gesturing to it. Nodding his thanks to Max for defending his daughter.

"Wait just one moment," Terry whispered to Max as she peered up at him. Slipping out of his grasp, Max looked very oddly at her back as she walked towards where his family was sitting.

"Hello, Terry dear, that was a bit of a display," Tera greeted friendly.

"Greetings, I ask that you stop harassing my boyfriend; it's obvious he wants nothing to do with you four. So please, as a favor to me, leave him be because I know all about you and what you say to him and what you've done to him, namely you," Terry spoke, her glare centering on Darcy. "You, I have never liked; you're too self-centered, needy, arrogant, and egotistical." Noting how Darcy narrowed her eyes at her. "It's obvious that he doesn't care about your fortune, and why should he? He has his own money. Money he has made on his own." She knew this to be true when she did her own check on Max before they got together so she wouldn't end up with another Orin on her hands. "And if you think you will ever see our children," smiling wickedly when Tera gasped, "you are wrong; I will not have our children around such..." Terry's voice trailed off as she waved her hand around the table. "And you," looking at Darcy's wife, "I thank you for tossing away such a caring man. If you hadn't, I would have never met him. You have my utmost gratitude for that; now, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," Terry spoke in a polite tone before spinning on her heel and sauntering back to their table.

"What did you do?" Max asked in a quizzical tone as Terry lowered herself into her seat.

"I'll tell you later when we're back at your place; I think it's time, don't you?" Terry purred low, echoing in his ear as her hot breath sent chills of excitement down Max's spine. She was ready; she knew their relationship was ready to be taken to the next level. That was evident with the display Max had put on when her very soon-to-be ex-husband had attacked her. With what happened tonight, she knew the judge would be more eager to fast-track her divorce with so many witnesses to Orin's abusive nature. She so eagerly wanted to put that disaster of her life as far behind her as she could. Nodding when Max gave her that silent look of: 'You sure?' Slipping her hand into Max's lap, squeezing high on his inner left thigh, flashing him a sinful smile that she wanted it. "So, what's up with that?" Terry whispered, nodding to her sister, who seemed to be really enjoying the conversation she was having with someone she's only occasionally met a few times in passing.

"Huh?! Who knew they would hit it off?" Max muttered, keeping his smirk hidden, noticing the way Stephine was lightly touching the man.

"What did you do?" Terry asked curiously, seeing how her parents too peered back at Stephine and then returned their attention to them.

"Oh, just told her to give the guy a chance," Max said with a shrug of his shoulders. Seeing how the man nodded before Stephine quickly walked back to their table.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to take off with Carl there," Stephine spoke, pointing back to him. "I'll be home soon, I promise," she uttered with a wave before returning to her companion's side.

"I promise, sir, I won't keep her too late," Carl spoke in a reassuring tone, getting a nod from Greg.

"Thanks for the push Max," Stephine said over her left shoulder as Carl led her towards the exit.

"Look at you being all Mr. Matchmaker," Terry teased, trying to remember when the last time her sister'd had a date or gone out for drinks with a man like it appeared the two of them were about to do.

"Just helping out a fellow man, we tend to get real shy around beautiful women," Max uttered in a sinful tone as he flashed Terry that coy smirk of his.

"That so, young man?" Darla hummed.

"It's true; I bet Mr. Archer was tongue-tied when he first gazed upon you," Max nodded, seeing Greg smirk as he buttered up his wife.

"And why do you think that?" Darla asked with an amused look in her eyes.

"Well, if you look that good now, one has to wonder how you looked, say when you first met your husband. It's a wonder Mr. Archer isn't beating the men off with a stick or a flamethrower... I personally would go with the flamethrower gets the point across in a more flashy way," Max said with a guileful grin. Hearing Greg chuckling at that.

"He does have a point; it would be more flashy and most likely fun, too," Greg agreed, lifting his glass in salute to Max. Knowing he was winning over his wife with all the buttering up he had been doing.

Max watched how Darla lifted her glass to her lips with a smile upon them as she leaned back into her chair. Looking over when Terry lightly smacked his arm.

"Don't feed the beast; she'll just get a swelled head," Terry teased, flashing her mother a loving smile.

"You should just be glad young lady, that I'm not twenty years younger and single, but I'm not, and I wouldn't change it for the world," Darla cooed lovingly as she peered at her husband as she planted a soft kiss on Greg's left cheek.

As the night wore on, enjoying the conversation Max was having with Terry and her parents. Seeing Greg reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his checkbook as the event staff walked around to collect donations that would be spread out to help out the local charities that needed a helping hand. Noticing how Terry glanced down, then how her gaze quickly flickered up to him when he held out his own check for ten thousand dollars he had written before arriving at their home that held his given name on it. It would be in poor taste if he came to a charity event and did not donate. Plus, it was from his trust fund that would recoup the funds in a matter of weeks. He knew wherever it was going, it would help out more to whoever was the recipient of it than sitting in the account unused. Seeing her adding it to her own check and placing it into the brass bowl once the male staff member had reached their table.

"Shall we head home for the night?" Greg asked, peering at the three of them.

"Yes, I believe we should," Darla uttered, checking the time. "Let me just say goodbye to the girls, and I'll make sure you sleep well tonight," she whispered heatedly into her husband's ear.

"Don't take too long; you wouldn't want me to carry you out on my shoulder," Greg spoke, gazing at his wife with hungry eyes. Seeing how red his wife's face was getting as she rose from her seat.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight, Max," Terry uttered in a soft voice as she leaned against him. Loving how his arm felt wrapped around her. The way it rested on her left hip was like it was meant to be there.

"You're welcome; anything to spend a moment with my angelum lucis."

"You keep talking all sweet-like to me; I might never let you go," Terry cooed up at him.

"Worth it methinks," Max answered with a warm smile.

"Maxwell, a word?" Tera's voice set the hairs on the back of his neck on end. "Please, son, just a few minutes; I promise I'll have you back to your girlfriend very shortly," she spoke softly when her son turned his attention towards her.

"Go on, I won't be far," Terry whispered, squeezing him lightly into her.

"What is it?" Max asked as he slipped his hands into his pockets as he stood before his mother.

"That was some display you put on out there," waving to the dance floor, "I'm not trying to demean you for it," holding up her hand when Max started to speak, "it's good to know my son has the fortitude to stand up for his girlfriend. That was a very fine thing to do," Tera nodded, her greying raven hair bounced against her chest as she did. "I know you won't invite us to the wedding if there will ever be one," noting how Max rose an eyebrow at that, "I do hope if you two do get to that point that you two have a wonderful life together." Turning her head when she saw her husband ready to leave. "I must go; you know how impatient your father gets; I am happy that your happy son as that woman seems to make you. Goodbye, Maxwell; please be safe going home."

"Max, is something wrong?" Terry asked, stepping up to his side and lightly placing her hand on his back as Max stared oddly at his mother as his father led her out of the hall.

"I think Hell just froze over," Max uttered in a disbelieving tone.

"Why?"

"My mother was actually polite for once," Max stated in mystified wonder.

"Come, Mom's ready," Terry said, lightly patting his arm.

"Let me go change and pack a bag, and I'll be right behind you," Terry said in a loving tone as she peered up at Max as they stood beside his car. Biting the inside of her cheek as Max's hand's roamed along her back. Feeling how hot and moist her womanhood was just thinking of what awaited her once she reached Max's apartment.

"Alright, but no speeding, rather not have to bail you out of jail because you were impatient," Max uttered with a coy smile as he wiggled his eyebrows. Chuckling softly as Terry lightly slapped his chest with an alluring smile on her lips.

"I'll be quick, I promise," Terry whispered once her lips left his, getting another kiss in just because. Peering behind her, noting how his eyes were on her ass as she walked towards her front door. Giving it a light smack just to show him what was in store for him in less than an hour.

"Well, Terry, I have to say, I do like that man better than Orin," Darla said approvingly. Watching her daughter pack an overnight bag. "I take it you'll be spending the night at his place?"

"Mmmhmm," Terry hummed, brushing strands of her hair behind her right ear, feeling her cheeks blush at her mother's secret meaning.

"Well, be careful, and don't wear that young man out too much," Darla teased.

"Mother?!"

"What? Just think what he can do if given the proper amount of time," Darla spoke, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air as she waved to her daughter from over her shoulder.

Blowing out a breath, doing a mental check to ensure she was prepared for this night. After so long, she's nearly forgotten what sex was like. Zipping up her bag, praying all the rumors were true that her sister had told her about. She desperately wanted to cum on that tongue of his. She could already feel her mound throbbing just at the thought of it. Feeling her nectar gathering as her mind pictured what his tongue would feel like as it danced along her peach as she flipped out her bedroom light.

"Night, Dad!" Terry called out as she walked down the stairs.

"See you, princess, be safe," Greg said, walking around his home, ensuring it was locked up before heading to bed.

"I will love you!" Terry spoke as the front door closed behind her.

Little over half an hour later...

A soft knock came upon Max's apartment door, given the late hour of the evening. Terry's hair was lifted by the breeze that rolled along his second-story walkway. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing once they crossed this step, their relationship would take on a whole new meaning, and she couldn't wait for that moment either. While neither had said the 'L' word yet, yet she knew he did, it was in the way Max looked at her. How she loved seeing that look in his eyes when his gaze fell onto her. Terry never wanted Max to lose that look - ever! - nor did she want anyone else to garner it either. She was going to make sure that look remained solely for her. A rumbling purr emanated from her chest when Max answered his door shirtless.

Biting her lip as her grey eyes savored every inch of the man that would be hers and hers alone. Her cheeks heated when Max stepped aside and gestured for her to enter. Her bag fell from her grasp as Max pulled her into him. Feeling the heat of his body soaking into her as he eased his door closed and locked it while his lips molded to hers. His tongue curled around hers, moaning into his mouth as his hand lightly squeezed her ass. Her red hair feathered out along her back as it cascaded down once she pulled her shirt off from over her head and dropped it onto his floor. Smirking over her shoulder, hearing him throwing his deadbolt as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Leaving a trail of clothes in her wake on her journey to his bedroom.

Biting her nail as she laid in the middle of his bed in only her panties with her right leg bent. Her eyes followed him as he set her bag down against the wall. Noting how his blue eyes were moving along her form, taking everything in. Her finger beckoned him to her. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as his fingertips glided along her thighs as she spread her legs open. Lifting her hips, her sultry gaze on his when his fingers eased down the waistband, allowing her arousal to fill the air. Her stomach rolled as his nose, then lips lightly skimmed along it, up through the valley of her orbs, her breath loud in his ears as they shared another passionate kiss.

Her hands worked to loosen his pants, pushing them down as best she could from her position. Smiling devilishly at him as her eyes glinted in hunger as her hand wrapped around Max's hard member. Her tongue curled out, teasing Max's upper lip as the tips of her fingers danced up and down his shaft. Her breath was hot against Max's lips as her right arm rested on his back, her nails lightly dug into his skin as their eyes never left one another's while Max playfully teased her labia. Her mewing filled his apartment as Train's 'Angel in Blue Jeans' played softly over the speakers. Terry's face heated, remembering their first lunch date and how he looked dancing to it. Knowing he was indeed going to be waking up in her arms and she wasn't going to let him go. Her body trembled as Max kissed along the area above her areolas, feeling the sensations of his lips driving her wild as Max prepared her body for the night of bliss they were about to share with one another.

Terry bit her lower lip as her eyes peered down at him; Max took his time in planting a kiss on every inch of her flat stomach. Her head bounced on his mattress, and her back arched slightly, trying to stem her orgasm. She really, really wanted to cum, yet the only proper place for that was on her boyfriend's tongue.

"Did you think I was going to let you leave this bed without tasting this hot, little peach of yours?" Max asked in a sinful tone, his blue eyes burned in desire as he stared over her quivering mound.

"Oh, God!" Terry groaned in a wail as Max sucked gently on her aching labia while his tongue teased her vulva. "Yes, baby, I need this so bad," she moaned out, her fingers curling around his comforter, savoring the bliss that tongue of his was giving her. "Max, please, don't stop," Terry uttered in a breathless tone as her climax drew near after a year of drought. Her right hand reached down, grabbing a fistful of tufts of his hair; her hips lifted and rocked, grinding her mound along his tongue. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her orgasmic juices surged down her canal.

"No more, Max, I can't take anymore!" Terry cried out in a whimpering plea after having him torment her little kitty for the past fifteen minutes, and she loved every second of it. Her grey eyes darted about his face as the soft light of the lamp played along it, seeing how her juices glistened along his skin. A sight she hoped to experience for many years to come.

"That so?" Max mused with a coy smile on his lips as he leaned over her.

"Mmmhmm, I need this in me, baby," Terry purred, smiling triumphantly at the light moans her delicate touch had produced as she cradled his heated rod in her hand. Lifting her head, running her tongue along his skin, enjoying how she tasted on his skin before her lips claimed his for her own. Pushing Max onto his back, her grey eyes glinted in hunger and want as Max peered down his chest as Terry tasted the man she would forever have in her bed. Smiling around his rod as Max gasped out an: 'Oh shit!' Once her lips had engulfed that bulbous head of his. Her hand ran up his stomach, feeling how his muscles trembled beneath her touch as her lips and tongue glided along his pole. Terry thought it was only fair to return the pleasure Max had given her. Her heart leapt in joy at the sounds that were emanating from his lips. So very pleased that she could bring that bliss, that pleasure to him that he had given her for fifteen minutes.

Her eyes peered around his shaft as her hand worked his slick dagger while she gently sucked on his right nut. Storing how he moaned to her mind so when they were in bed together again, she would know just what her man liked; because there was no way she was ever going to let him not experience what she was and would always be willing to do to him as he would do for her.

"You ready, baby?" Terry asked in a husky voice as her red hair rested lightly against her chest just a few inches above her areolas. Noticing how his eyes moved over her body chiseling her naked body to stone in his mind. Seeing how Max bit his lip as she held his cock against her sex, letting him hear how wet he made her and has made her since the start of their relationship as she glided along his pole.

"Been dreaming about this," Max answered with a cocky grin.

"Oh?" Seeing Max nod, "In your dreams, did I ever do this?" Terry asked, matching his smile as she lifted up, biting the inside of her cheek as she ran his mushroom top through her dew-laden lips. Gasping in lust as his crown breached her canal. Dropping her chin, her folds clenching and unclenching as she sank deeper onto that dagger of his. Feeling her womb quivering at the touch of a man after so many months of disappointment. "God, Max, you feel so good in me," Terry uttered breathlessly. Feeling his hands on her hips as they rocked, pressing her hands down on his stomach, enjoying how his manhood touched her in all the right places that her ex had neglected for over a year.

Feeling her ass bouncing as her glide grew forceful as the urge to cum on her boyfriend's cock drove her on. Terry wanted him to experience what her pussy creaming on his rod would be like, to show him in her silent way that they belonged together. Giggling in glee as Max took charge and rolled her onto her back, causing her hair to feather out along his bed. Her 34B breasts jiggled and swayed as Max thrusted his stout rod deep into her paradise. Her jaw lowered; her hands held on to his arms as Max brought her over the edge once again.

"That's it, baby, fuck me, claim your woman," Terry growled through the throes of her orgasm. Thrusting her hips upwards, working his cock into the depths of her forbidden jungle. Wondering if his seed would take root on their fertile shores. While she wasn't looking to get pregnant right then, yet she wouldn't be opposed to it either.

"Hmm, then I think I need to make you scream," Max mused with a devilish grin, listening to Terry yelp in surprise as he lifted her off his bed. Matching Terry's wide smile as he sat on the back of his legs while his hands held onto her taut ass as her sex filled the air.

"Yes, yes, you certainly do," Terry cooed before passionately kissing him as she squealed into his mouth as he hammered his rod home.

Terry awoke the next morning, smiling into the darkness of Max's bedroom as her head rested on his chest. Her hand lightly ran along his chest so as not to wake him. Loving how he felt next to her and the warmth that seeped into her as their naked bodies were pressed against one another's. She knew this was how it was always going to be, and she wouldn't change it for the world. Lightly placing a kiss on his right pectoral before easing out of his bed. Smiling to herself as she purloined one of his t-shirts. Bringing the fabric up to her nose, inhaling deeply, feeling a warmth seeping into the core of her body as it felt like she was wrapped in his arms.

"Hey," Max said groggily as he stepped out of his bedroom after twenty minutes in his boxers. His eyes running down how good Terry looked in his shirt as she stood barefoot in his kitchen as she cooked breakfast.

"Hey," Terry responded in a sweet tone; her labia were still humming from their lovemaking just hours ago. There was even a hint of her sex still lingering in the air. Feeling her cheeks heat as she glanced out of the corner of her left eye, noting how his eyes were on her. How she just loved that feeling.

"What'cha making?" Max asked, entering his kitchen and opening up his fridge.

"Eggs sunny side up, toast, and bacon," Terry answered, feeling her carnal desire rising as Max nibbled on her neck. Moaning in her mind when he whispered into her ear at his assumption of how good her ass would feel in his mind when reality blew it away. "I'm glad you think so; maybe next time you'd like to watch how it claps," she uttered in a wanton purr.

"Oh, that's definitely going to happen," Max stated, hearing her gasp as he lightly spanked her ass as he carried two glasses to his kitchen table.

"Max!"

"What?! It was there, looking all nice and fine. Did you really think I would pass up the chance?" Max asked with a coy smirk.

"Not when I'm cooking," Terry muttered as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her left ear. "Max?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind if I got a coffee maker for this place?" Terry inquired in a shy tone.

"Why?"

"I like my morning java."

"Oh, why didn't you tell me before? There's a Keurig in the cabinet. I would have gotten it out if I had known. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, so I tend to forget that it's even there," Max stated, pointing at the cabinet that housed the device when she looked at him. Seeing the elation on Terry's face when she came face to face with it.

"Do you have the cups that go with it?"

"Should be right up there," pointing to the cabinet above his stove, "got a bunch, so use whichever you like," Max said, getting the grape and strawberry jelly out of the fridge as Terry worked quickly to set up the device, so their eggs didn't burn. Hearing it heating up after Terry had added enough water to it for her two-morning cups. Getting a quick kiss in when she handed them their plates. Smiling as he watched her booty shake as she danced in place, waiting for her coffee to brew.

All through breakfast, they shot each other satisfied looks and taunting smiles. While their feet caressed each other beneath the table. Terry's light chuckle filled his home as she leaned back, enjoying the last bit of her coffee in her mug as they talked about what their day had in store for them.

"I need to hit the shower before I have to head in; want to join me?" Terry asked with a sinful grin on her lips as she rose from her seat.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" Max replied, he was not about to miss out on having his hands on her wet, soapy ass.

"You be safe going to work, okay?" Terry uttered in a loving tone as she stood by Max's bike as he sat on it.

"Always am," Max nodded.

"How about tomorrow night, just you and me, dinner at a nice restaurant?" Terry spoke in a bashful tone.

"Want me to pick you up, or do you want to just come over here when you get off?" Max asked, feeling no resistance from her as he pulled her closer to him by the pocket of her scrubs.

"I'll come over after work," Terry answered, feeling her cheeks heat at the fact that Max hadn't lost that look in his eye even after taking her in his shower. Recounting how her ass felt, feeling his hips thrusting against her.

"Sounds good; I'll make the reservation," Max said before bringing Terry down. Trying not to ruin her lipstick as he kissed her searing his desire upon her lips.

"Maybe this weekend we can get away again," Terry spoke from over the roof of her car. Remembering how he looked at her when they ambled along the beach he had taken her to.

"Hello?" Terry answered her phone as she pulled out of Max's apartment complex.

"So, how did it go since you weren't here when I got home last night." A new round of blushing descended upon her at her sister's curious tone.

"Oh, my, God, mmm... like you wouldn't believe," Terry moaned, squirming in her seat as she sat at a red light.

"That good, huh?"

"Mmmhmm, and once again in the shower," Terry answered in a dreamy voice.

"Damn, I haven't heard that tone in a damn long time. I'm happy for you, sis," Stephine stated as she rode into work with her father.

"We got a date Tuesday night, then we're going out of town again this weekend," Terry stated, feeling her world finally coming out of the darkness it's been in for so long.

"Look at you jumping right into it."

"Shut up," Terry whispered in a good-natured manner, hearing her sister chuckling over the line. "So, how was your outing with Carl, huh? Seemed like you were really into him," she retorted, getting her sister on the defensive.

"Carl is a very sweet man, shame that I didn't see it before."

"Well, you'll have to tell me all about it when I get home tonight," Terry said, looking over to her right as she saw Max turning right to head off towards her father's office.

"And you can regale me of..."

"Not going to happen," Terry cut in, "love ya, sis, see you tonight."

"Bye, Terry, don't work too hard, or should I say daydream about lover boy," Stephine teased before hanging up.

Chapter Six

"Maxwell Larson?" he answered as he sat down at his desk to begin his workday.

"Max, I want to thank you. You were right. Carl is a very kind man."

"Oh, hello, Stephine, so I take it your night went well," Max said, smiling into his desk phone.

"Mmmhmm, more than I thought it would, so thank you again."

"You're welcome; well, I should be getting busy..."

"Before that, Dad wants you to come to his office."

"Alright, I'll be up in a minute," Max nodded, walking into the cage, unzipping the front pocket of his case, and pulling out the disk he had created. Closing up the cage once he had what he needed, remembering their conversation last night.

"And where are you off to now?!" his boss barked.

"Oh, you know, seeing if they want new blood as the head of IT," Max smirked at how the man stammered.

"Bah, they'll never have you," the man said in a dismissive tone as he waved Max off.

"Oh, as Mr. Archer has told me, you never know what the future holds," Max spoke before moving off, letting the man ponder on what he meant. He saw the worry in his boss's eyes, and he should be given how he has treated his personnel.

Flashing Stephine a smile as she waved to him before picking up her phone. Watching her speak into the receiver as he approached. Noting how she leapt from her seat and ran around her desk. Huffing as Stephine barreled into him as she hugged him hard. Lightly patting her back, seeing the eyes of his co-workers on him. Trying to keep his hands where it wouldn't get him written up with HR.

"Thank you so much; Carl was so funny, witty, and charming," Stephine sighed into Max's chest.

"See what happens when you don't base your assumptions on how much a person has?" Max asked as Stephine stepped back. "So you going to see him again?"

"Mmmhmm, say, Max?" Stephine asked with a shy tone, a tone he's never heard from her before.

"Yeah?"

"Would you be opposed to a double date tomorrow night? I know it's sudden, yet I want to get your honest opinion of him. I never had that much luck with men that weren't after my trust fund, that is," Stephine stated in embarrassment.

"Really? You? Have trouble with the opposite sex?" Max muttered in disbelief.

"Only with the ones I actually like, the others I know perfectly well how to handle them, why I haven't dated much in the past two years," Stephine said in a shy tone. Max was taken aback by how much Stephine looked like Terry when she brushed her hair behind her ear. Mentally smacking himself at the fact they were identical twins. He just never paid much attention to her mannerisms.

"Well..." Rubbing the back of his head, "have you talked to your sister about this?" Max asked, unsure how Terry would take this news. "I see, and what did she say?" he inquired when Stephine nodded that she had.

"I had to ask you since you're the one that was making the reservations," Stephine stated with hope in her voice.

"Do you like French cuisine?" Max uttered offhandedly. What could he say? Stephine had grown on him over the past two months. Plus, he had to make nice with his girlfriend's sister; otherwise, he knew he'd be in the doghouse.

"Love it?!" Stephine said in a chipper tone.​