Free His End Game (MMG #1) by R B Hilliard

down my legs. Then, he put on a condom, cocked my leg over his hip and slowly pushed inside me from behind.
    How will this work with him behind me
?
    I felt his hand circle around to my stomach and, oh so slowly, start moving downwards. Using his hands on my hips for leverage, he pulled himself in deeper. I had my answer. It felt so crazy good that I couldn’t help but moan loudly.
    “Shhh,” he warned, “my sister is in the room across the hall.”
    Nodding, I let him know that I understood. He cocked my leg higher and began gliding back and forth.
    Wanting more, I tilted my hips and pumped back into him as he pushed forward.
    Growling, he dug one hand into my hip while sliding the other between my legs.
    “Max,” I gasped.
    “Fuck,” he whispered and let go of his control. His hips clashed with mine. Each stroke drove us higher and higher until we both blew apart.
    “So fucking good,” he whispered. Pulling out, he rolled me over and kissed me, never once taking his eyes from my face.
    Wrapping my arms around him, I buried my face in his neck and held on tight. I was afraid for him to see how deeply his words had affected me. At that moment nothing in the world could make me let him go…ever.
    The next morning we heard Sarah get up. I wanted to laze around in bed all morning. There were so many questions and so many things to learn about each other. I wanted to know what all of this meant, but quickly Max got dressed and suggested that we take Sarah to breakfast to help distract her from the fact that their dad had stayed out all night, again.
    How long has this been happening and where is their mother? Something tells me I’m not going to like the answer
.
    Watching Max and Sarah together was fascinating. The closest I had come to having siblings was Piper and her brothers. They loved each other, but it was a different kind of love than Max demonstrated with Sarah. Piper’s brothers were playful, fun and sometimes mean, whereas Max was more protective and fatherly.
    During breakfast Sarah mentioned their mother’s pancakes.
    “I take it your parents are divorced?” I asked.
    Max and Sarah glanced at each other for a second and then he said, “Our mom died five years ago.”
    “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” I felt horrible.
    “That’s okay,” he said, squeezing my hand, “you didn’t know.”
    That would have made Sarah seven and Max thirteen
.
    “How? I mean…”
    “She had a brain aneurysm and died in her sleep.”
    Shit
.
    “Max,” I whispered, squeezing his hand.
    “My dad has had a hard time of it since her death so basically it has been just the two of us. Dad pays for our food andSarah’s sitters and I take care of pretty much everything else. We get by.”
    We get by
?
    I thought I had it tough. For the first time in my life, I was thankful I had never known my parents. This way I wouldn’t know the pain of losing them. I could see the loss etched across Max and Sarah’s faces and wished that I could take it away.

From that weekend on Max and I spent every possible second with each other. He took me over to the garage where he worked and introduced me to his boss and good friend, Leroy Benny, otherwise known as Benny, as well as to all of his coworkers. It was apparent that Benny loved Max like a son. As a result, I couldn’t help but love Benny.
    I missed having Piper around but talked to her regularly on the phone. Joss and I grew closer. She was a wonderful person with a big heart and I needed that in my life. The fact that Max and Kurt were best friends was just icing on the cake.
    I learned that Max’s favorite color was blue, he loved his sister to pieces, was crazy loyal to his friends, incredibly dominating and that he considered me his girlfriend.
    He considered me his girlfriend
.
    I told Max pretty much everything there was to know about me other than the gory details about my childhood. I figured we had plenty of time for that.
    We had been together for three weeks when