Camp Camp Max X Preston Novels & Stories

That gave him forty minutes to get there. "Yeah, that works." "Perfect. Can I get a name?" "Maxwell Sterling." Another pause. Longer this time and more typing from Dante. "Right. Okay. We'll see you at three-thirty, Mr. Sterling. We'll take good care of you." "Thanks." Maxwell hung up and stared at the phone. He grabbed his keys and wallet and headed down to the parking garage. --- The McLaren attracted attention the second he pulled up to the curb. Apex Grooming was in a sleek building with black glass windows and minimalist signage. Maxwell parked right in front, ignoring the valet who jogged over looking confused.

I throw in that tidbit for him to digest. Garrett moves forward to shake each of the guys’ hands. “I’m Brent, the sexy one.” Max rolls his eyes at him. “I’m Max” “I’m Damien.” “Hey ya’ll, I’m Garrett.” He nods his head. “Alright, let’s head out.” Colten says. He turns to Max, “are we staying at your friend’s place?” “No. Trust me you’ll thank us for getting a hotel room.” He answers. I have a feeling that comment leads to a funny story.

"Great. Good job Nash, really good job" "I know. Right?" Preston replied beaming, not picking up on his sarcasm. Chances were they would sleep right where they were standing while waiting for Thea. Max wasn't sure she was going to show up but he didn't bother telling the buffoon he called his friend. Let the idiot figure it out himself so he could come up with more dumb ideas. *****************************************

Micah walks with me to the front door, 'We should go camping for your eighteenth birthday?' He says. 'That sounds amazing. Just you and me?' I ask. 'Just you and me,' he winks. 'Did someone say camping?' My father, Alpha Maximus, asks behind me. 'Micah is going to take me camping for my birthday,' I smile. 'What a wonderful idea! I'll let your mother know we will all be going camping,' he says and walks back into the house.

I said, forcing my voice to stay even, “everything’s fine. We’re gonna camp out for the night, okay?” Max’s face crumpled. “But I want to go home now.” “I know, sweetheart. But it’s getting dark, and it’s not safe to walk around the forest at night. So we’re going to have a little adventure instead.” I smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “Like camping. Do you remember when Uncle Damon and I took you camping when you were smaller?”

“You’ll always have us. And tonight, there’ll be wolves from all the alliance packs. They always bring their newly-shifted for these ceremonies to help them find their mates. You have to stay close to the packhouse, okay?” He leans forward, hopeful… then scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue. “Oh, I hope it’s not a girl. I wouldn’t know what to do with her. Like, emotionally? Yes. Physically? Babe, I’d cry.” The entire car—guards included—loses it. The driver’s wiping tears from his eyes, May’s cackling, and even Caden is laughing under his breath like he can’t stop it. It’s the best part of Max. He’s huge—bigger than Ryan, even—and built like a warrior, but when he talks, he’s all sa

Without waiting for our response, Tanner tucks his laptop under his arm and strides out. “Fuck,” Oscar mutters, tension radiating off him. We all drift outside again. Campers are either returning to the dorm cabins or lingering on benches near the lake. My gaze catches Max, who is sitting with Brant and his unit, alongside Lincoln, Sam, Seb, Ralph, and Noah. I cross over to them, flopping onto the bench next to Sam. Brant glances up, curiosity in his eyes. “Where did you four run off to?” he asks, and I see Max leaning forward too, worry lines on his forehead.

~I want to ride and it's not just a car.~ RHYS POV: I stood in the middle of our training facility, taking in the familiar smells of rubber and fuel. We have been having an intense two-week training camp for the upcoming match.. I glanced around at my teammates—Oliver, our chief strategist, tire expert, data analyst, and lead engineer. "Alright, team, gather around!" Max's voice echoed. The cool demeanor that I saw last night, it was nowhere to be seen and he was back to the professional and a perfectionist guy he is.

Max comes back to his room and shits on my happy reunion. “Well, what do we have here?” Layla and I have set camp on his bed. While it wasn't the preferred option it was the most suitable one, because Max’s bed is also Layla’s bed. The disguise they used in coming here meant that they could only have one bed.

Alexia said, feigning concern. “That’s impossible! There’s no one else but the Palmers!” Frank growled. “Do the names Preston and Bartz mean anything to you?” “They’re out of the picture. The Prestons are in Hesperia, and the Bartzs are dead.” “Well, Marcus Bartz has appeared, and Mary Preston is here. Catherine split the company with them as majority shareholders—Bartz holds 34%, and Preston has 33%. The remaining 33% belongs to the Palmers, leaving Maximus with only 11%. It’s nothing compared to how much he’s worked. It’s a crime,” Alexia said angrily.