Casey broke away from him, gasping for breath, her wide eyes staring up at him with trepidation.
“What’s this for?” Max brushed the frown lines on her forehead.
“I guess I’m afraid about why you’re being so nice to me after what I did. I know you still have to be mad.”
“We’ve known each other a while, and have you ever known me to hold a grudge?”
“No, but…”
“It’s cool, Casey. You could still be upset at me keeping you for that day. Are you?”
“No,” she admitted, lowering her head. “I know what you guys do is wrong, but I shouldn’t have used the trust you had in me to deceive you. I feel bad about it, Max. I really do.”
“I know you do.”
By the time he was finished with her, he intended for her to feel more than bad. He was going to destroy her to the point where there would be nothing of the old Casey remaining.
“I wish I could tell you why.” Max waited to see if she would tell him more. “But I can’t.”
He nodded, unhappy with her answer, but didn’t let her see it. “I can wait. How about we just let bygones be bygones and start over?”
“I’d really like that.”
Max felt guilty for a brief moment at the happiness mixed with suspicion shining in her eyes, until he remembered just a few days ago she was trying to have him and his friends put away.
“Then shake that ass. This is the best song Kaden sings.”
They spent the rest of the concert talking and dancing occasionally to the harder rock songs that were played. He used every opportunity to keep his hands on her. By the time he walked her to her car, she had a pretty blush on her face as she walked next to him with his arm over her shoulders.
He opened her car door for her, bending down to kiss her, using all his skill to heighten her desire, which he had no plan to relieve. He wanted her to beg for his dick before he gave it to her again.
“Goodnight,” she sighed into his mouth as she pulled away.
“Goodnight, Casey.” Max took a step away, letting her slide into the car before shutting the door for her.
She gave him a casual wave as she drove away.
“I hope this time you’re thinking with the right head,” Jackal said snidely from behind him.
“I know what I’m doing,” Max snapped over his shoulder.
“I hope so. Ice won’t be happy if you get caught in her trap twice.”
“The only one going to get caught is Casey, and when I’m done with her, she’ll mean no more to me than any of the club whores. Besides, you don’t have to worry about me. You have your own problems.”
Jackal frowned. “I don’t have a problem.”
“No?” Max pointed at where Penni was walking next to Kaden’s head of security. Even from where they were standing, it was obvious the blonde was flirting.
“I don’t think Alex is afraid of spiders.”
* * *
Max stared at the goop cooking in the pan on the stove.
“When’s dinner going to be ready?” Maxim complained.
“When it’s done. Go help your brother with his homework.”
“It’s Friday. They don’t give homework on the weekends.”
“That’s why schools are failing you kids. I had homework on the weekend when I was a kid.”
“Mom said you never graduated high school.” Maxim reached across the counter for a bag of chips, which Max took away.
“Dinner won’t be long. Go play a game with Randy.”
“Mom sent me a TV dinner.” Maxie opened the freezer, pulling it out, but Max took it away, shoving it back inside the freezer.
“Out! Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.” His children grumbled as they filed out of the room.
Stirring the SpaghettiOs in the pot, he realized he had the stove turned up too high and had scorched the gooey mess.
“Dammit!” Max pulled it from the stove, turning it off.
Going to the freezer, he opened the door, hoping he had more than one frozen dinner. “Fuck.” Max stared at the empty shelves. “Fuck!” Closing the freezer, he pulled out his cell phone and pushed a button.
“Hello?” Casey answered her phone on the first ring.
“What’s up?”
“Uh, nothing. Watching television.”
“Want to come to dinner at my house tonight?”
Silence met his invitation.
“Come on, my kids are here. You’re not doing anything, so why not come over for a while?” Nothing was going to allay her suspicions like having her around his kids. He wasn’t going to feel guilty for using the kids against her when she had used their parents’ marriage as way in to the club.
“All right. What’s your address?”
“I’ll text it to you. On your way over, would you mind stopping and picking up a bucket of chicken? And you might as well bring some potatoes and slaw.” He could kill two birds with one stone—feed his kids and mislead Casey.