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Fade into Always (Fade #3) Page 1
Author: Kate Dawes

ONE

Max called me a “dream girl.”

What was I supposed to say after that? Nothing, I hope, because I couldn’t have said anything at that moment even if I’d wanted to. There was no buildup to the crying outburst. It just happened suddenly.

Through my sobs I could hear him saying, “Let me come get you.”

I managed to say “Okay,” and he told me he was on his way.

I went to see if Krystal was around, to let her know Max was coming over and I was glad to find that she had gone out. I really wanted the place to myself rather than being locked up in my bedroom.

What was I going to say to him? What was he going to say to me? My mind raced with the possibilities. Should I tell him I was falling in love with him? Was it too much too soon, and would it scare him off?

I sat on the couch and flipped through the screenplay again. Reading the two main characters’ dialogue was like listening to them. That’s how good a writer Max was. And I could really understand why he loved it so much. He was born to do this.

There were some scenes throughout the writing that made me wonder if they were based on actual events or conversations, or if he’d made them up. If they were real, my heart would break for him. Even if they weren’t, they had still come from his mind, and so somewhere deep in his psyche—or maybe not so deep—resided all this pain. But also an intense desire to douse the flames of his past and move on to something just as beautiful as he’d conjured up on the page.

For a split second I thought it might be Krystal at the door, but then I remembered giving Max a key several days ago. He’d refused at first, saying he felt like it breached some kind of personal space that I was entitled to, and that he’d never just come and go as he pleased, but I told him that’s what I wanted.

The door opened and as he was turning to close it, I stood from the couch and made my way over to him. Probably too quickly. Too eagerly is more like it.

Max turned and took me in his arms. He tried to just hug me, but I forced my face to his and took his mouth hungrily. He met my advances with equal enthusiasm, and we stood there kissing for what must have been two minutes.

When things slowed down he said, “Let’s sit. I want to tell you everything.”

I shook my head. “No. Not now.”

I grabbed his hand and started heading for the steps, up to my bedroom, where I closed the door behind us, stepped toward Max and pushed his chest, sending him falling backward onto the bed.

“No talking,” I said, climbing up on the bed and straddling him.

I pulled his shirt up, revealing his stomach and chest, and licked—from his abs, upward, running my tongue around each of his nipples.

I slid one hand behind his back and beneath his belt, into his pants, cupping his ass.

If he had any trouble with me taking such forceful charge, he wasn’t showing the slightest bit of a clue.

I wanted to ravish him. Take him as mine. Have him the way he’d had me so many times.

Pressing myself into him, I felt him getting hard—my panties and his jeans were barriers, but still I felt the full effect of what I was doing to him. And as long as he kept letting me have my way with him, it wouldn’t be long until there was nothing between us….

“These need to come off,” I said, sitting up and unbuckling his belt. I moved off the bed, pulled his shoes off and yanked his pants down—along with his boxers. He was fully hard and I wasted no time moving back on top of him, pulling my panties off just before straddling him again.

I pressed my mouth to his and my tongue dove into his mouth. I rocked my hips, my wet pussy sliding along his rigid length. I got into a rhythm that could easily have made me come, and I kept going. Teasing him, gliding my warmth back and forth on him.

I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I leaned over his face, my breasts there for him to take.

And he did. Max’s tongue touched one of my nipples and a shiver of excitement zapped through my body.

Max was sucking on my nipples, hard, switching back and forth. He pressed into my breast and I watched as my flesh enveloped his face. Sometimes I hated having big boobs, but the way Max responded to them made all the annoyances somehow worth it.

He dropped his head back on the pillow. “I can’t wait anymore.”

I wanted to tease him longer, but the truth was that I couldn’t wait anymore either.

I slid along his cock until I felt the head notch against my opening. Max felt it, too, and moved his hips, pushing the head into me as I eased back and let it slide in.

“Fuck, Olivia,” Max hissed.

“That’s what you’re doing,” I said. “You’re fucking Olivia.”

My words caused him to thrust upward, his cock inside me to the hilt. I gyrated my hips around in circles, taking him in as deep and snug as I could get him.

I loved driving him crazy. Watching the way his eyes narrowed. The way he breathed with an open mouth. The way his nostrils flared. The way he arched his back and tilted his head back as he drove into me from below.

I sat straight up and felt him as deep as I’d ever felt him.

Max reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts in his hands, then tweaked my nipples simultaneously with his thumbs and fingertips.

I rocked back and forth on him, then moved my legs so I was squatting over him. Max put his hands under my thighs to give me some support…and I started bouncing on his cock.

He looked down his body and watched me slide up and down on it. Watched himself disappearing inside me. Watch me taking his long shaft deep into my body.

He was gritting his teeth, and bearing them—animalistic—and I loved seeing the effect I was having on him.

“Slow down,” he said hoarsely.

“You gonna come?”

“Yes. Slow down,” he said, his voice deeper, commanding.

But I didn’t take his order. “You can’t make me. It’s my turn to control you. Just this once…”

And with that he threw his head back onto the pillow, thrust his hips up forcefully, and held them there.

I felt his semen pumping into me. The hot slickness making my bouncing feel even better for me, and I felt the first quiver inside.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, feeling me clenching and milking him. “Come for me.”

“I’m coming…”

TWO

“Jump in and ask me anything you want,” Max said. “But let me start talking.”

We were in the kitchen, sitting at the table, eating apple slices, and cheese on sesame crackers. It was pretty much all I had there, but it was a great late-night snack. Max, as usual, was famished after sex. I had a glass of wine, and Max made himself a White Russian. I’d started keeping the ingredients there for him.

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