Page 78 of WASP

“Please,” Max whispered, heat building low in her belly as her body began to splinter from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

“Four.” Annie’s fingers were back on her clit.

“Not fair,” Max moaned in her ear, lips finding Annie’s, their tongues dueling for control. “Oh-hmm-uh”

It was embarrassing how, with each passing second, Max was losing more and more of her ability to stay present.

“Three. You’re almost there.”

“I-I-”

“Two. Don’t you dare stop moving. Are you ready to come for me?” Annie panted, her grip on Max’s hip tightening as she guided her body up and down.

Max nodded feverishly, unable to form words; the only thought in her mind was to keep moving, keep chasing her prize.

“Say it,” Annie whispered, the heat of her breath tickling her ear.

“Fuck, Annie. Make me fucking come.”

Annie grinned. “One.”

Whatever deep-seated strength Max had been holding onto to get her through Annie’s countdown was gone in a swirl of greedy hands and frantic hips as soon as that syllable left her mouth.

“I’m coming. Fuck, Annie. Oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh.” She came on a strangled cry, hips thrusting one final time against Annie, who held her through it all.

“Max, fuck, phone. Turn the vibrator off,” Annie pleaded, her voice straining uncomfortably as Max fumbled her phone. Annie breathed a sigh of relief before giggling. “That was hot as hell.”

“Yeah. Hot,” she murmured, still in the post-orgasm haze.

Annie’s eyes sparkled as Max finally found the strength to move, the two of them extracting themselves from each other. Max’s back hit the mattress. Annie shifted beside her, a thunk following—no doubt the sound of the dildo hitting the floor. She rolled onto her side. Annie did the same so they were face to face, the tips of their noses touching as their breathing evened out.

“I’m sorry,” Max said after a few long moments. “I’m usually a much better conversationalist, but you seemed to have fucked all the words right out of me.” She laughed, Annie’s fingers tracing comforting patterns up her side.

“Lucky for you”—Annie smiled sweetly—“I have a few to spare.” She leaned forward, capturing Max’s lips with hers, languidly moving together, but it was the words she said as she came up for air that stopped Max in her tracks. “I want to move to Michigan with you.”

“Y-you do?” she stammered, caught off guard by the topic she knew each of them had been avoiding. Apparently they weren’t avoiding it anymore.

“I do.” Annie shifted, reaching for the blanket, covering their naked bodies as they settled into the topic. “I know it’s crazy—and incredibly U-Haul-y of us. But I don’t want to stay here in Wellington Point while you’re out there chasing your dream. I want to chase it with you.”

Max’s smile widened with each word because, yes. This was exactly what she wanted, but had been too afraid to ask. “Is it really U-Hauling if we’ve been dating for four months?”

Annie’s face scrunched in confusion. “Four months? Try five months.”

“Wait. What are you counting as our anniversary?” Max asked, mid-laugh.

“Our trip to Michigan,” Annie said simply, as though it were obvious. “You?”

“Your birthday.” She grinned, her mind remembering in vivid detail the way Annie had come over that night with a purpose, the way she revealed the sexy lingerie, and how she had Max bent over begging for more.

“Seems we’re at an impasse here. What’s our actual dating anniversary? Because if I’m being honest, I could probably walk it all the way back to the Christmas party. I don’t give my pickle winnings to just any girl.”

“Should we pick a random date between Christmas and your birthday?” Max suggested.

Annie considered for a moment, nuzzling herself closer under the blanket. “How about February fifth?”

“Our first kiss?”

Annie shoved her playfully. “See, I knew you were a romantic.”