All Is Love and War | Maxley |

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SMUTT WARNING

CHAPTER 21

Bradley

There was one last person who had yet to learn about Max; my father. He didn't deserve to see me happy, but I wanted to show him the life that he could have been a part of if he wasn't such a dirty, good for nothing bastard.

My father sat in front of me. "Brad," he started.

"I'm not here to have a casual conversation. I need to get a couple things straight with you before I begin. Firstly, I'm never going to visit you again. This visit is solely for my benefit and not at all yours. Secondly, you are a shit father. I'm not like you at all, you hurt my family for your benefits. I hope you rot in that cell for the rest of your god forbidden life."

"Okay," he nodded, frowning.

"The bodyguard that you hired for me, Max, he and I are together. I love him."

He pressed his lips into a tight line. It looked like he had something to say and I debated giving him the satisfaction of speaking.

"Talk," I ordered.

He smiled weakly, "I had never seen a man smile so happily at someone like that before, especially towards another man. I suppose deep down I kind of figured he fancied you. But, I'm beyond surprised you fancied him back, I mean, look at the poor boy. You should have found a beautiful woman instead of settling for that faggot," he spat.

"You just can't be happy for me, can you? You know what, you've never just been happy for me. If it's not you being rewarded then may someone never be rewarded again. I hate you," I whispered. My lips pressed into a fine line. "Go to hell."

"Brad—don't be upset—

—fuck you." I stood up, kicking my chair out. "Someone else can take our spots, I'm leaving." The officer nodded, seating a woman in my chair.

I stalked out of the jail. Max was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat. "How'd it go," he questioned. "I'm going to guess pretty badly."

He studied my expression, the heavy rise and fall of my chest. Although my father had lost everything he 'built up,' he and I couldn't just talk. No, he wanted to enrage me, to see me upset. That was the kind of man my father was, a childish dick who was more prideful than not.

I sat down next to Max, groaning and huffing in disbelief of my father. The words to express my anger wouldn't fall out of my mouth so I stayed silent. I waved my hand to Max, which he thankfully took as a sign to start driving. The car roared, it was junky so it clanked before starting. The old thing drove out of the parking lot.

Max stayed silent beside me. During our drive, I had hoped he speak about something, anything. I doubted I would have minded speaking about my father, although I would have preferred not to. Still, the silence irked me and I wanted out of it. It wasn't an awful silence but I preferred to hear Max speak. I was slightly ashamed to admit I missed hearing him talk. He had a voice that soothed over all nerves and right then, I needed that. I needed him.

By the time we arrived at the Gamma house, it was nearly six thirty in the afternoon. We had wasted a good day on my father who didn't deserve it. Thinking of him made my blood boil all over again. Max noticed, taking my hand and squeezing it lightly.

The other Gammas were playing volleyball. Tank walked over, shirtless and sweaty. "Hey, you two, do you two want to join?"

"Yes—

—no, thank you, Tank. Bradley and I are just going to relax the rest of the day," Max said, smiling warmly.

Tank shrugged, pressing his lips into a fine line. "If you say so," he said. Tank then walked off. One Gamma tossed the volleyball to him so he could serve.

The last thing I saw before I disappeared inside the house was Tank's impressive float serve. Max closed the door behind us harshly. He sped up the living room and walked back, rubbing the sides of his neck.

"Are you hyperventilating?" Instead of answering, he pushed me against the door. His strong arms wrapped around my body and pressed us closer together. "Does visiting my abusive father get you all hot and ready," I teased.

Max kissed my jaw up to my mouth. It was delicate and soft. My aggressive nature vaporized there. "Let's go to your room."

I took a quivering breath, "sure."

— — —

Max took his shirt off. I gazed delightedly at his eyes and slowly drew my eyes down. Even though I wasn't looking, I could tell Max was smiling. He knelt down in front of me. I felt my face go hot. "Tell me, Angel, what do you want me to do?" He kissed my thigh. "You could do it, or, I could." He left sloppy wet kisses on my inner thighs. I shivered at his touch. "I don't mind, Angel. Whatever you want."

My mind was all too fuzzy. All I knew was that it felt really good and I wanted all of it to continue. "Who says I have to choose? Why not both?" Max laughed softly.

"I'll let you have your fun first, then."

He planted his hands on my hips. Slowly, he started to kiss the tip, letting his tongue roam. I fell back against the sheets as Max continued down. He never went fast, perhaps in fear it wouldn't be what I would enjoy or perhaps to tease me.

He took my hands and placed them on the back of his head. "Fuck my mouth," he breathed.

So much control I had. I grinned evilly. Max looked gorgeous all the time but especially like that. His lips were sore, all puffy and pink. "You look stunning, Max." I thrusted in his mouth a few more times. "You feel ... amazing."

He licked the sides, muffling, "Keep talking, Angel."

As he sucked my cock, he pressed a single finger to me. I'll admit it felt like hell at first, but eventually pleasure over roamed all pain. "Max—more—please."

"So needy. I like that," he whispered.

He pushed in another finger. Something swirled in my gut, something that would escape rather soon. "Max, I'm going to come."

"It won't be the first time tonight." I used his mouth until I came inside of it. The sound that escaped from his mouth I can only describe as utter perfection. He didn't bother spitting it out, instead deciding to swallow it. "God, Angel," he teased. "My turn."

Oh shit.