Motley Crewed Shifters - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

I knew his intentions only a split second before his lips came down on mine, and then I was lost to the sensation of Max Leeds kissing the hell out of me while holding me with his big hands wrapped around my throat and his hard body pressed against mine.
He was so big. So strong. I knew he had to be crouched down because of our height difference for this to work. But it wasn’t a big concern.
All I knew was this man was kissing me, and it was every bit as good as last night. Even better.
Last night.
I frowned and ducked my head, ending the kiss. Max pressed his forehead to mine.
“What is it, Sugarplum? I thought you had fun last night. And you sure don’t seem to mind kissing me now,” he said softly.
Well, as softly as a guy like him could get. His voice had this rough and tumble quality. Deep, seductive, and delicious, and it only got more gravelly as time went on.
“Did you have fun last night?” I asked.
“Of course, I did. And I thought you did, too. But then your friend calls me saying something about an app and some guy named Bob, who’s a dead man, by the way, if he comes near you, and all I can say is what did I do?”
I was holding him by the wrists, and I realized we were still wrapped up together against the wall. I nudged him, and he released me, stepping back to give me room.
That was good. I needed space to breathe and to think, to get out what I had to say.
God, this was embarrassing.
“Excuse me, um, Lenny is here. And I am out. Gotta get Rosalie,” Avery interrupted, grabbing her bag, and waving at me like the lunatic she was.
“Alright, let’s go somewhere more private. I don’t think we want to give Lenny a show,” Max said and offered his hand.
I took it, calling out my goodbyes to the staff, and followed him to his truck.
“Oh, but my car⁠—”
“I’ll get it later. Come on. Come home with me. I’ll make you breakfast, and we can talk,” Max said.
It was the first time anyone had ever offered to make me breakfast and I admit I was curious. Max inhaled a deep breath and helped me into his truck, and it was like he was relieved.
I bit my lip, sucking in a breath of my own when he leaned over me to buckle my seatbelt. Dear God, the man smelled divine. My heart skipped a beat, and I swear my pussy clenched at his nearness.
“Okay. I’d like that,” I said, agreeing to go to his place instead of mine.
It was safer that way, right? I mean, if we went to his place and I wanted to leave, I could. That would probably be hard without my car. But whatever. I’d figure it out later.
Just to be safe, I texted Avery so someone would know where I was going. My phone binged, and I snorted a laugh when I read the message.
“What’s it say?” Max asked, and I shook my head.
“It’s just Avery,” I mumbled.
I couldn’t tell him my best friend texted YOU GO GIRL GET SOME OF THAT BIG D in bold caps with a dozen eggplant emojis following it.
Okay. Clearly, I was not the only woman around here who needed some adult time with a healthy, interested male, which led me to the very uncomfortable conversation I was about to have.
“You ever been here? Back when it was the Miller Ranch, I mean,” Max asked a few minutes later as we drove onto his property.
I shook my head. No, I’d never been to the Miller Ranch, but I’d passed it often enough and all I could say was wow.
“You’ve really fixed this place up,” I marveled.
“Do you like it?” he asked, and he seemed to really care about my answer.
“What’s not to like?” I asked in return.
The sprawling ranch house had wood shingles that looked like they’d been recently refinished. The roof looked new, as did the windows and doors. Heck, even the porch seemed to be sporting some new planks and a fresh coat of varnish.
“It’s gorgeous. You must have paid a fortune for a construction company to get everything done so quickly,” I mused, recalling the time I had to have my old roof replaced.
“Nah. Me and my Crew, I mean, my employees did it. We’ve been rebuilding this whole place,” Max explained, pointing out some of the renovations he’d been working on in the different fields and pastures.
I grinned at the group of goats currently chasing an old timer around one of the smaller animal pens.
“That’s Jed. He kind of came with the place,” Max said with a smile.
He nodded at a group of men in the distance. One of them lifted an arm in a wave, and Max nodded solemnly.
“That’s Emmet. He’s the manager or foreman if you prefer the title, but I’ll introduce you all later. Come on,” he murmured, leading me up the stairs to his front door.
I paused, peeking inside before crossing the threshold. It felt big to me. Like this step was important.
“Ouch,” I gasped at the feeling of electricity that zipped through me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I must have gotten static electricity or something,” I mumbled, and he frowned, pulling me close for a quick kiss.
“I’m a shit cook, but I can do eggs and toast pretty well,” he said, pulling out a stool from the kitchen counter.
“I can do it,” I said, but he was already shaking his head.
“Nah. I got this. I cook. You talk.”
“It’s kind of hard with you watching me,” I said, and I could have sworn he mumbled something like you have no idea.
I must have been hearing things. Max turned around and grabbed a carton of eggs from the fridge.
He washed his hands, set a frying pan on the stove, and turned the gas on to medium heat.
“I guess I should start with Burt.”
Max growled. Like actually growled. I watched him close his eyes and work to relax his body before he opened them again and returned to cracking eggs in the pan.
“You see, Max, I was already in a relationship with a man who didn’t want me sexually⁠—”
“What?”
“Well, last night, I thought things were going well. That you liked me,” I began, and yeah, I was twisting my hands together.
I was not shy. Not exactly. But this was not an easy thing to talk about.
How did I tell a man who looked like that how hard it was when someone didn’t want you? How could he even pretend to understand?
“I do like you,” he said, completely abandoning breakfast to face me.
“Yeah, but do you like me, like me? I know this seems stupid, but I’m thirty-four, and I am not getting younger. I wasted seven years with a man who had to force himself to touch me. I won’t do that again. I can’t. So if all you have to offer is friendship, that’s fine. We can be friends. But I don’t want to date a man who doesn’t even try to touch me,” I finished and stood up, pushing the stool back as I slid off the seat.
Max hadn’t moved throughout my whole speech, which told me everything I needed to know about this whole conversation. I was a total moron.
Max didn’t want me.
Fuck, that hurt to admit. But he clearly didn’t. Not like I wanted him.
If there was an on demand black hole service, I sure wish I had their number because right then, that was the opportune time for one to open up and swallow me.
“I’ll. uh, I’ll call an Uber outside,” I whispered and left the room.
The smell of burned eggs tainted the air as I walked into the hallway. I felt about two inches tall, but whatever negative thoughts I was having, it was nothing compared to how out of my mind frightened I was by the howling roar that came from the kitchen, followed by a curse and the sound of water running, presumably over the ruined breakfast and frying pan.
“Max, are you, okayyy—ooof!”
I’d turned back to make sure he hadn’t burned himself only to find myself pinned to the wall and Max breathing heavily against me. Body to body, he felt so good, dwarfing me with his enormous physique.
It wasn’t often I felt small or petite, but he was just that huge. And I couldn’t pretend not to like it.
“Friends? You think I want to be friends? You think I don’t want you? Feel this, Sugarplum? That’s how much I fucking want you,” he growled, flexing his hips and pressing the hard evidence of his attraction against my soft belly.
“Fuck,” he said, eyes wild as he crushed his mouth into mine.
This wasn’t my first kiss, but it was the first time a man had rendered me completely limp with only his mouth on mine. Max kissed like the devil himself. Licking into me with his tongue like he was tasting me, memorizing my flavor.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he growled, nipping my lip.
“Max,” I moaned, clutching his shoulders.
“What do you need, Sugar? Tell me,” he said, and I felt the command lacing his words to my knees.
“Touch me.”
“I’ll touch you. I’ve been dying to get my hands on your hot little body since I first saw you.”
I moaned as Max picked me up, lifting me clean off the floor and holding my weight as if I was light as a feather and not a plus-sized woman. I pulled on his hair as he licked my neck and sucked on my speeding pulse. Moisture flooded my panties, and I moaned and flexed my hips, wishing we were both significantly less dressed.
“I’m not being a dick here, but just so you know, I’m rich. Anything I break, I’ll replace,” he growled as his hands flexed on either side of my chef’s coat.
My breath caught in my throat as he pulled, tearing the buttons clean off.
Holy fucking hotness.
“Christ. Fuck,” he grunts as his hands find my aching nipples. “Your bra is see-through. You wear stuff like this all the time?”
“I do.” I nod because it is true. My work requires me to be covered from head to toe for sanitary reasons, but beneath my bulky chef’s clothes I like to wear skimpy little lingerie sets that make me feel good about myself.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Sugar.”
We kissed some more, and it was divine. Urgent hands seeking one another over our clothes, then beneath them. I don’t know who undressed who, but the important thing was we were now both almost naked.
“Is your pussy soaked for me yet? Do you like it when I suck these tits?” he asked, and I cried out as his hot mouth settled over one hardened nub, pulling on it through the fabric.
The friction was almost too great. I moaned, arching my back and clutching at his head, his neck, anywhere I could grasp.
“Condom?” I panted.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m clean. I just had a complete physical when I bought this place for the insurance company. I swear to you,” he said, and goddamn it I knew better, but I was so far gone. And I never wanted anything as badly as I wanted him.
“I’m clean too and I have an IUD,” I said, and nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I swear I fell for him right then.
Just a little bit.
Okay, maybe a lot.
“I trust you,” I told him, and I knew it was crazy, but I did.
“Goddamn perfect,” he said, gripping my panties and pulling them to the side.
Then I felt him there. His big, broad head pushed into me, stretching my pussy wide. In an inch and out. Then again, and again, until he fed me his entire dick.
Slickness dripped down my thighs and we both sucked in sharp breaths as he pulled out then pushed back in all at once. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he worked himself in and out of my body.
Max lifted his head. His electric blue eyes were on mine as he pinned me with his hips.
“Tell me what you need,” he grunted.
“Floor. Get on the floor,” I said, not able to move like I wanted against the wall.
He nodded and dropped down, taking me with him.
“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” I moan as I move astride, taking him even deeper.
He had so many muscles, and they were all moving and flexing, driving me towards fulfillment. The shine of our combined sweat made him glisten like something otherworldly.
“Max,” I moaned his name, closer now to coming.
“That’s it, Sugar. Fucking ride me. That’s it. Good Girl. Show me what you like. Take everything I got,” he growled, sitting up.
His big hands squeezed my ass, and he flexed his hips, thrusting up to meet my movements. He was so good at this. But I didn’t want to think about how that came to be. I didn’t care how we got here, only that we ended up here.
It might have been foolish or careless, or just plain crazy. But I’d been cautious my whole life. I did the right thing. Tried to do what society wanted.
And I was never happy. But here, now, on the floor with Max in his hallway, I felt more complete than ever before.
I wanted to lose myself in the moment. I never wanted it to end. Being locked in this cowboy’s embrace meant everything to me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Sugar. So sweet and soft. Feel how wet you are. Your pussy is soaking me. It’s dripping down my balls,” he groaned.
Why was that so sexy?
He had a dirty mouth, but every time he talked, my pussy clenched. He was so big. His cock filled me so good, curving where I needed it to, teasing the secret place inside of me no other man had ever reached.
Max’s mouth closed around my neck, and his thrusts increased in speed and strength. His entire chest was vibrating, and I loved it.
To think that I, a chubby baker whose husband left her, could make a man like him lose control?
Well, that was truly something. Amazing. Perfect. Just like him.
“You’re so goddamn good, Pen. Feel so good. My perfect Penelope. But I need you to come for me now, Sugar,” he said, demanding my body obey his command.
“S’close,” I murmured.
Max reached between us and slid his fingers back and forth across my clit. My heart hammered away inside my chest, and my legs trembled with the need to come.
“Good Girl. So good. This pussy is so fucking sweet. So hot and wet, and mine. God, I’m gonna fucking come. But I need you there first, Sugar. Come. Now. Right fucking now,” Max growled harshly.
Later on, I would swear that sound alone could have made me come.
“Oh, God! MAX!” I shouted as my orgasm raced through me.
“Mine,” he snarled, and his mouth closed again around my shoulder.
“Ouch,” I yelped at the feel of something sharp.
Then my orgasm seemed to rebuild. White hot lightning zipped through my body, and I was groaning again as Max stiffened. His purposeful movements grew jerky as he filled me with his hot cum.
“Mine,” he grunted again.
It wasn’t something I’d ever heard someone say, but I didn’t think too much about it.
How could I when he’d just fucked me stupid?