All Is Love and War | Maxley |

➳ 15

CHAPTER 15

Max

We spent our first morning together as boyfriends at the police station. Truthfully it wasn't where I would have liked to have been, but, being around Bradley made it all worth it. We got the man from the bar arrested. He would be arrested on sexual assault charges, enforced by Bradley. He would be serving two years, thankfully.

Neither Bradley nor I doubted once news got out that he would be dealt with in jail. Ruthless people like to pick on the "weak." Since he wanted to put his dick where he shouldn't have, he could get a taste of his own medicine.

Bradley and I eventually made it back to the Gamma house, it was past midnight by then. We were both too tired to do much of anything except lay together on his bed. He laid his arm around the mid of my stomach. His touch always made my heart beat faster.

There was so many things I wanted to do with Bradley, not all of them necessarily bad or filthy. For now. I would enjoy whatever he gave me. "Max," he whispered in a small voice. I brushed his hair back. "Can I ..." he paused. "Can I have a kiss?"

"You don't have to ask," I laughed softly.

It didn't matter how many times I kissed Bradley, each time it felt better and better. It felt right. His lips were soft, heavenly, even. Even those words weren't capable enough to describe how his lips felt against mine. I pulled apart from him, slightly missing the smoothness of our kiss.

"There."

Bradley rolled himself over me, capturing us in a rougher kiss. I gripped the hem of his shirt, scared if I would let go, he'd disappear. He controlled our kiss, certainly. His lips forced mine into a rhythm with his. I liked following Bradley's command. That would cause trouble for me later on, surely. Bradley departed from my mouth, panting against my lips. "That's a real kiss, dumbass."

I questioned everything. "What—

—I'm kind of hungry. Should I cook us something?"

I should have put him on a plate and called it dessert. "Sure," I said instead. Bradley smiled, his damn perfect smile. God—I loved him.

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I didn't account for how gorgeous Bradley would look in an apron. It was a simple white one, on the front was written, "kiss the chef." I'd be stupid not to take the opportunity

As he stirred something into a round bowl, I stalked up behind him. I planted my hands on his hips, rocking both him and I slowly in a simple rhythm. I placed soft kisses on his neck, slowly traveling down. I stopped at the collar of his shirt. He hissed at the loss of touch.

I placed my head on his shoulder to watch him cook.

"This must not be entertaining," he said quietly.

I rode my hands under his shirt, rubbing his waist. "Don't worry, Angel, I'm entertained."

Bradley shivered, "mm, alright."

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After Bradley was finished putting the cake into the oven, we sat on the couch in silence. My arm was wrapped around his shoulder. The silence was okay, actually. Usually I preferred to hear Bradley's rambling but his soft breathing was almost as perfect. "Should we do something?"

"What do you have in mind," I asked, stroking my hand through his beautiful hair.

"I have something," he smirked.

"Yeah?"