Tasha propped her left foot up on the hood beside her hip, leaned forward and reached for his belt. Even as their mouths reconnected she managed to open his pants and slip her hand in, grab his erection and pull it free. She stroked him, and it felt so damn good. Not that she needed to prime him anymore, but with every pass she trailed her thumb over the head, smearing the precome over the tip. He let it go on until he felt his balls drawing up. Too fast. Too out of control. He was seventeen again and jerking off to the thought of her touch, and now she was touching him and he had no more control than back then. He pulled away and dragged his gaze up off her magnificent tits to stare into her eyes.

Sheer mischief reflected back as she leered at him. “Do I make you hot?”

“Wench.”

He rearranged her slightly, shifting her to the side, allowing enough room for him to place her right foot up on the hood as well. The scoop of her dress fell to hide her sex. She leaned back on her arms, forcing the open buttons on top to spread wide around her breasts like some kind of erotic postcard. He placed both palms against the sides of her full rounds, pressing and lifting them together, admiring her as she shook her head and let her dark hair fall around her shoulders.

He placed his hands on her knees, slipping upward, over her thighs, dragging the fabric away to reveal her bare mound. His cock jerked where it stuck out from his pants. Liquid glistened on her labia and he traced a finger slowly through her folds and she shuddered.

He pressed in, never looking away as she enclosed him in her moist heat. Tasha purred, wiggling her hips closer to the edge of the car hood, pressing against him. He pulled out slowly, the moisture painting his finger drawing him like a magnet. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked away the cream, groaning as the taste of her hit his tongue.

“That’s so wicked.” Tasha whispered the words and he smiled at her.

“We’re about to have sex outdoors and you think that’s wicked? Watch. Watch every fucking second.”

He stepped forward, opening her with one hand, running his thumb over her labia gently. One movement lined up the ready head of his shaft and he slowly let her surround him, the sight making the sensations that much more powerful. Tasha moaned softly, bringing down a hand to touch where they connected.

Her finger running along the seam between his cock and her opening nearly undid him.

“I can’t last longer than thirty seconds around you.” Max ground the words out through gritted teeth.

“I can’t either. Damn, that looks incredible. Now fuck me.”


He did.

Max grabbed her hips and pounded into her, his cock disappearing between her folds to reappear, shining in the sunlight. Erotic as all get-out. She’d been primed on the ride out, hell she’d been hot since she’d gotten herself waxed and lady-scaped. A full Brazilian had never been in her plans before, but she’d thought he’d like it. Seeing him join with her, out of doors, where anyone going by could watch?

If she got any more turned on she’d spontaneously combust. She’d never known she had a streak of exhibitionism.

Then he ducked his head between them and latched onto one of her nipples, biting lightly, and she came. Pulses of pleasure shook her core, surprising her silly since she fully expected to need clitoral stimulation to climax. He didn’t stop when she called out her pleasure, driving in repetitively until she felt a renewed electric tingle.

“Oh God, again.” She grabbed his shoulders, pressing her knees wider to the side. He leaned over her, plunging downward more. The change in angle dragged his shaft along her clit on each move, and she couldn’t help groaning. The sunshine, the gentle touch of the wind against her skin, the wordless grunts from his lips as he thrust. All of it combined together into one exquisite blend of sound and sensation and when she came this time, he joined her, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he shook with his release.

They sat like that for a full minute—an obscenely erotic figurine perched on the hood of his car. Then his shoulders shook again, and she leaned back to catch a glimpse of his face. He wore a grin that lit up his face and made her smile as well.

“You look pleased with yourself.”

Max kissed her gently before slowly detaching himself. A rush of semen followed and he jerked off his shirt to wipe her clean, managing to keep her pretty dress from being stained. She was surrounded and petted, his hands smoothing everything back into place, lowering her gently to the ground. Holding her against his bare chest. Her fingers found their way to him, touching him slowly as he swept her up and carried her into the cabin.

She’d been very happy to take the step of the actual wedding and put it behind her. And although the idea of a honeymoon made something inside her cringe, what he’d offered was just fine. A chance to enjoy each other’s company, away from the Turner love/hate relationship she was developing. As a background for raising a child? Fabulous. For the rest of it? Well, they’d be setting up some firm boundaries regarding the Turners and their personal relationship, if she had any say. Not only had it been tough to get together in the first place, she wasn’t sure she could handle any more responses like Lila’s. Maybe if they got some space for a bit—and then the damn guilt hit her again and she knew she’d never try to come between Max and his family.

She couldn’t. Wouldn’t do that.

The rest of the weekend passed in a pleasant blur as they walked the beach, ate simple meals and planned for the future. The sex they shared was frequent enough to please her pregnancy plans, and to keep Maxwell grinning most of the time.

They had already dealt with all the legal implications of joining their households. Health insurance, a combined account to deal with family expenses. The rest of their finances and investments were still in their own names. Tasha’d been floored to find out exactly how much Max was worth. It didn’t seem right that someone in their twenties had more stashed away than she did, and she’d been living frugally.

He’d laughed when she teasingly complained he must have found a gold mine.

“You didn’t get into the computer stuff I did at the right time. Plus, I fooled around with a few projects while I was in college that made me a bit of cash.” Max leaned back in his Adirondack chair, the full light of sunset shining on them as they relaxed on the porch.

She sipped her ice tea and admired the view. “You amaze me. All those years when we met at various Turner events it never registered that you were actually done with high school, then you were done with college and working for yourself.”

He laughed. “That was deliberate. It was bad enough I was fourteen when I finished high school. When Mom and Dad let me challenge the college entrance exams, they didn’t expect me to get in. Then I don’t think they expected me to survive the rest of the semester when my classmates were all so much older.”

“Wasn’t that weird? Being the youngest all the time?”

He shrugged lightly. “When we were in class, there were no troubles. My lab partners didn’t care about my age, as long I knew how to calculate formulas. Outside of college time? I hit my growth spurt early enough I was simply a tall, skinny guy. I didn’t try to fit in with the crowd that was dating and fooling around at the bars, since I couldn’t get in anyway.”

He raised his glass mockingly and she laughed. “Oh God, I’d forgotten that part. No wild Spring Break parties then?”

“Didn’t miss it. I found enough other people who were interested in games, and that was pretty much how I passed what spare time I did have when I wasn’t goofing off on the computer. I wasn’t mature enough back then to try and act like an adult all the time, but games created a level playing field. I tried to save most of the teenage angst for when I came home, much to my mother’s dismay.”

“The legendary Turner gaming addiction. Even while at college.”

“It’s bred true.” He turned his face toward the sun and Tasha realigned a few of her early conceptions. He may have been advanced mentally, but he’d still dealt with the same stuff she had at that age.

“Still, it must have been tough.”

Max shook his head. “I don’t know that it was any tougher than being back in high school. It just was. I dealt with it. For the most part, I had a blast. And when I finished college, it was time to move on and be a grown-up, even if it didn’t seem like I was old enough to most people.”

Something suddenly stuck her. “When you asked me out that first time…?”

“Yup, I may have been seventeen, but I already thought you were more than simply a hot girl in a short skirt.”

Tasha threw a pillow at him. “I didn’t wear short skirts.”

“Of course you did. There was this one especially that got me going. A Daisy Duke cut-off kind of thing. I nearly wore my cock out picturing you in it.” Tasha sat speechless, her mouth hanging open. “You’re not planning on arguing with me, are you? Perfect recall, remember?”

She choked out an answer. “It’s not that, it’s the blunt sexual comments out of your mouth that tie me up in knots. I’m still trying to remember you’re not off limits anymore.”

He leaned forward and raked his gaze over her. Sexual intent flared, and suddenly the quiet evening of sharing was done and it was time to move to other more intimate matters. “Definitely not off limits. Are you done your drink?”

She sipped slowly, to tease him. She’d discovered she enjoyed teasing him. “You’re too efficient.”