30. Max
CHAPTER 30
MAX
D anner found me at the beach and I know the guys sent her. It makes me want to show up at Uncaged and scream at them for being so overbearing. There’s also a part of me that enjoys how protective they are because it’s different than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Them being protective isn’t about control. It’s genuinely because they care and just have a unique way of showing it. I don’t argue with Danner, when she claims she didn’t know I was here.
We end up back at her house, and after ordering pizza, I decide to bother her for some answers.
“So, are you going to tell me what you do and why you’re so mysterious?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Who are you? What are you?”
She chuckles, grabbing another piece of pizza, sitting on the couch next to me and kicking her feet up.
“I wouldn’t say I’m mysterious. I just don’t put my business out there.”
“Me either, and yet you were able to find out a lot of things in order to find me.” I give her a pointed look.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a private investigator per se, but technically I guess that’s what you could call me,” she takes another bite of her pizza.
“And the whole hiding a body thing…”
“You’re too curious.” She smiles.
“I thought we were friends.”
“We are. If we weren’t, you wouldn’t be here. I don’t let anyone into my house.”
“Oh, so have Alexander and Cal been here?” I ask, knowing her reaction every time they come up.
“Don’t start with me,” she deadpans. I can’t help but laugh. “Especially when you have Caine, Drew, and Adam literally ripping apart everything they come across for you. You should’ve seen them when you were gone.”
I don’t know why her saying that makes my heart swoop in my chest. It probably shouldn’t. I should probably be worried that I left one prison just to find another one, but I know I didn’t. Rationally, I know that’s not how this is. But knowing how badly they wanted me to come back here, to come home makes me melt.
It also makes me wish I was with them tonight, but I shake that away because I’m here with my friend. While I’m still learning how to be a friend, I don’t want to fuck it up by ditching her to go be with my boyfriend…s?
Are they my boyfriends?
Before I’m able to spiral anymore, I distract myself by trying to pry into Danner’s life a little more.
“Then you should know I won’t judge if you tell me the truth about you three.”
“Good thing there’s nothing to tell.” She finishes the slice of pizza and I continue to keep my eyes narrowed at her, knowing she’s in denial. I’ve seen how they are around her. I have also seen her not give them the time of day, but that doesn’t mean anything.
I mean look at me. I didn’t want anything to do with Caine, Drew, or Adam, yet they’ve forced their way into my life and I can’t go back. Not that I want to.
“Let’s watch a shitty cheesy movie,” she announces. I know it’s a diversion tactic, but I go along with it anyway.
I haven’t seen many movies in my life, so I give in because I'm curious what shitty, cheesy one she wants to watch and what it's like.
After she picks something with a badly photoshopped cover on it from a streaming service, my phone goes off. I keep forgetting that I have one again. The only people who have the number are the guys and Danner, so I rarely need it since one of them is usually around.
I take a peek at the text I just got and shake my head, fighting the smile that wants to appear.
Caine: All moved into our place, killer. The only thing missing here is you sitting on my dick.
Instead of replying, I put my phone away to focus on the movie. Though, it’s really obvious only five minutes in that she wasn’t kidding about how cheesy it is. Or awful. Still, I find myself laughing right along with her at the ridiculousness of it all.
My phone goes off again and I expect it to be Caine saying something else about how he wants to fuck me. I’m not surprised that’s almost exactly what I see, but it’s not from Caine.
Drew: You should be here. Sleeping in my bed so I could slide inside your perfect little pussy while you’re passed out and make you come for me while you’re still dreaming.
I squeeze my thighs together thinking about the scenario he’s described. The way these men have showed me that my dark fantasies were what I’ve always needed is something I can never come back from. Being chased in the forest, the primal need coming out for all of us. The way it feels to wake up with a cock already inside me and fucking me. The way I can fight, and say no, but we all know I really want it.
It's everything I’ve always needed. I just needed it from them.
I should put my phone away and focus on the movie, but it’s so ridiculous and they’ve already created this ache between my thighs just from two messages, so I decide to have a little fun.
I open the group chat and text all three of them.
Max: Sounds like you guys miss me. Too bad I’m having a great time without you. Might need to be away from you all more.
Caine: Don’t you dare, killer, or I won’t let you leave the house.
Adam: None of us would hold you captive, but you know you miss us too.
Drew: Was it my text that gave it away? I’ll admit it, yeah I want you here, little one.
Caine: If you’re going to Drew, you’re coming home first.
Adam: Ignore them and enjoy your night with your friend, baby girl.
Max: Yes, daddy *wink emoji*
Because I really want to fuck with them, I turn my phone off as soon as my text sends and I enjoy the movie.
I wake up the next morning feeling like I got punched in the gut and I already know why before I open my eyes. Crawling off the couch I make my way into the bathroom, immediately searching for a tampon, and luckily I find one. The worst part about getting my period right now isn’t even that these underwear are now ruined. It’s that I can’t have the sexy fun time with my guys I was hoping for after I get off work later.
Now I realize that I'm going to have to work while I'm this miserable, and I let out a groan. My cramps are always the worst for the first two days and I know I’m about to suffer in silence. I can’t afford to call out since I need the money, badly. I want to just be miserable in bed with a heating pad and some shitty food.
Danner is in the kitchen and I try to hide the way I’m hunching over after I exit the bathroom. Though, I clearly don’t do a very good job because the second she sees me the smile she had on her face drops.
“What’s wrong?”
I wave her off, taking a seat, and wincing slightly as the change in position sends a sharp cramp through my belly.
“Are you good?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I wince again when another sharp pain shoots through me and she clearly notices. “I started my period, that’s all.”
“Oh shit. Do you need anything?”
“I already stole a tampon, but I think I’m going to head home and curl up with a heating pad until I have to go to work tonight.”
“Let me know if you need me to bring you anything,” she offers while I’m struggling to stand up again as the pain migrates more into my lower back.
“I think I’ll be okay,” I tell her, trying to convince myself more than her.
I try not to think about it too much as I drive back to the house I haven’t stepped foot in since I’ve been back. I don’t want to text the guys and interrupt whatever they have going on today. They’ve put their lives on hold enough for me.
When I pull up to my house, I see Caine’s bike outside and realize I almost forgot that he’s staying here now. It’s weird when I walk in seeing him shirtless and cooking breakfast in my kitchen, only wearing sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His large sculpted body is on full display and right now, he doesn’t look like the giant intimidating fighter I’ve come to know.
Right now he just looks like a normal guy. A really hot, normal guy.
He notices me enter and gives me a smirk. “Hey killer, welcome home.”
I break our eye contact because this all feels so domestic and weird to have him here like this. When I turn, I notice that my entire place is cleaned up. There isn’t broken furniture everywhere, and it doesn’t even look like anything ever happened here. It all just looks normal.
When I look back at Caine, he’s just leaning against the counter with his arms folded as he stares at me. I open my mouth to say something, but I’m unable to make the words come out. My jaw snaps shut and I shake my head instead.
“I’m going to lay down.” I keep my eyes down as I walk to my bedroom, and even in here, it’s clean other than the bed that was clearly slept in.
I don’t have the energy to question it when I should have expected it anyway. Once I’m laying down, I’m annoyed with myself because I didn’t grab the damn heating pad. In fact, I don’t even know where it is.
It’s fine, I don’t need it. Turning over, I shut my eyes to try and go to sleep. I’m almost there when the ache in my lower stomach shoots through me and I have to bite back a groan at the pain my body is putting me through.
I feel the bed dip behind me and I don’t question it, but when I feel the heat of the warm body behind me I subtly scoot toward it, wanting more. Especially when he places his hand on my lower stomach. I melt into his touch, and it may not be a heating pad, but it’s close enough.
The warmth surrounding me is almost enough to have me falling asleep, until I feel his hand start to move lower and he dips into my waistband. My eyes shoot open as I snatch his wrist, stopping him.
“What’re you doing?” I squeeze his wrist tightly to make sure he doesn’t continue.
“Touching my girl because she decided to keep her pussy away from me all night,” he practically growls.
“Yeah, well said pussy is out of commission so remove your hand before I break it.”
He doesn’t move his hand, and thrusts his hips against my ass, and I can already feel how hard he is behind me. “You know what threatening does to me, killer.”
“Then you might want to take care of it yourself because I’m in too much pain to deal with you.”
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say because immediately he’s rolling me onto my back, and hovering over my body. “Why are you in pain?”
“Take one guess.”
He looks genuinely confused and I want to laugh, until he asks, “Did someone hurt you?” I realize he really doesn’t understand what’s going on. This psychotic man of mine isn’t familiar with a woman on her period, and it makes me want to laugh even harder.
“No, no one hurt me but myself. I’m on my period, Caine.” I roll my eyes.
Understanding dawns on him, and instead of him getting off of me and acting disgusted, he drops his hips against mine and I squeak at the sudden pressure that doesn’t make my pain any worse, but creates a different ache and has me spreading my legs slightly for him to settle in between.
“You think I don’t want to touch you while you’re on your period? That I’m afraid of a little blood?” he taunts.
“You probably should be.”
“Well, I’m not. Do you know how hard I was seeing you with blood on you after you killed that piece of shit?” His voice is low and I suck in a gasp as he mentions my crime. The ache intensifies though and I may be more fucked up that I thought. “I’d love nothing more than to see my dick covered in your blood after I fuck you good enough that you come so hard it makes your cramps go away.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth because I’ve heard orgasms help, but it’s not like Carson was ever able to give me one, and he wouldn’t have even thought about touching me while I was on my period. Though it’s not like I ever wanted him to anyway.
“That’s…gross,” I breathe out, not really believing it myself because the more I think about it, the more appeal the idea has. The sick part of me is coming out to play, just like that day in the woods.
Or the way my orgasm crashed through me when I opened my eyes to find Drew fucking me while I was asleep.
Or when Athena was wrapped around my neck and my pussy flooded for Adam.
“You like it,” Caine growls. “You want it too, don’t you? Want to claim me for yourself. Claim me, killer, I want it.”
“I’ve never—” I shake my head, unable to finish my sentence. It seems ridiculous to say, and really there’s no point. I can deny that I want this all day, but it’s a lie and we both know it. Plus, it doesn’t matter if I say no, because he prefers if I do.
“Never had this pretty little pussy fucked while on your period? Never claimed a man with your blood covering his dick?” He scoots down my body, pulling my pants as he goes, and I don’t even try to stop him. “Good. I want to be the first. The only. Just like you were my first and will be my only kiss.”
That comment has me shooting to my elbows to look down at him. “What?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, pulling my pants off completely, bringing him face to face with the new underwear I had to pull on before I left. “You heard me, killer. Never kissed anyone before you, and never will.”
My mouth gapes as I stare at him, laying between my legs, all the pain forgotten. Everything else around me is gone. His confession tilts me on my axis for some reason, and all the emotions that I’ve been trying to suppress…about him, this situation, Drew and Adam as well, it all floods in.
I have nothing to say. Nothing can even come close to describe the rush I’m feeling throughout my entire body. So, instead of attempting to say anything I reach for him, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling him up to crash our mouths together.
His first kiss.
His only kiss.
Me.
Our lips move together as he takes and I give. This time, instead of him forcing it from me, I give willingly. I give myself to him with the way our tongues tangle. I don’t think I could speak right now but even if I could, the way he’s kissing me is stealing all the words from my mouth.
His hand snakes down between my legs and I cringe when he moves my underwear to the side and pulls at the string, removing my tampon. I let out a sound of protest against his mouth that has him separating our lips for a moment, but he speaks against them. “Don’t even try to tell me no. You know I’ll just take what I want anyway.”
I jut my chin up toward him, our lips barely grazing his. “Then take it.”
A sinister smile spreads across his lips right before he moves down my body so quickly I hardly understand what’s happening. He pulls my underwear off, with the tampon wrapped inside and I want to protest, but it’s cut off when he’s back on top of me again, his tongue invading my mouth roughly while his fingers are pushing into my pussy.
The first touch against my clit has stars shooting behind my closed eyelids, and when he bites down on my bottom lip, shoving two thick fingers inside me as his palm rubs my clit, I swear I’m already about to combust.
I always get hornier on my period, but I’ve never really done anything about it except becoming very familiar with the shower head. This is an all new experience. A whole other level sexually. It feels like he’s touching live nerve endings and the sensitivity dial is cranked up to a million.
His lips on mine, tongue massaging my own while his fingers rub my inner walls. I’m moaning and gasping, clawing at his back as I buck up against his hand, wanting more. Needing more.
It doesn’t take long before I’m unable to hold back the orgasm any longer and I come with a scream into his mouth as he groans, working me through it. I hardly notice when his mouth parts from mine and he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth until the bite of pain from his teeth shock my system at the tail end of my release.
He moves to the other one, licking, sucking and then biting the same way, and I writhe underneath him. The one earth shattering release suddenly not enough for me. I need more. Caine smirks up at me, pulling his hand from between my thighs and I cringe at the tinge of blood on them.
Instead of him reacting with disgust, his eyes flare with heat and I don’t get a chance to ask what he’s doing before he swipes the finger between my chest, down my stomach, smearing the blood down my stomach.
“What’re you doing?” I question.
“I want to fill up your pussy with my cum, and then see how it looks mixed with your blood on your perfect body.”
“Wha—” I don’t get to finish before he’s pushing inside me roughly and I cry out at the sudden intrusion. The stretch while I’m so sensitive has a mixture of pain and pleasure racking through me.
“Stop asking so many questions,” he grinds out, thrusting in as deep as he can go.
My eyes roll back at the feeling of being so full, and yet I know what true fullness feels like, and I wish Drew and Adam were here with us.
As if Caine can read my thoughts, he pulls out, almost completely, his grip on my hips hard enough he may leave bruises as he sits back on his heels, pulling me onto his lap, my back still on the mattress so I’m at a different angle. This one making him go even deeper when he pushes in fully once again.
I’m clawing at the sheets beneath me as he fucks me so hard my tits bounce roughly. I reach up, cupping them and pinching my nipples and Caine groans above me.
“Fuck, killer, you look so fucking good playing with your tits like that while I fill this cunt.”
I moan, attempting to meet his thrusts with my own, the punishing pace he’s set has me struggling to keep up. I feel like all I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride, hoping like hell that when the second orgasm hits me it doesn’t kill me.
“You feel so fucking good. You don’t even understand what you do to me, do you?” he grinds out, and I feel like I need to hold on as the orgasm starts to crest once again.
My eyes roll, the sensation building low in my stomach and I worry I’m going to pass out once it finally hits. I grapple, trying to find purchase on something as I feel the freight train of ecstasy barreling toward me.
“Caine! I can’t, I’m gonna, I need you to, please .” I don’t even think I’m saying real words at this point, just sounds, but he doesn’t let up.
“You can, killer. Come all over me. And I want to hear you scream for me while you do it.” He pounds into me harder and all I can do is try to hang on. Especially as the pleasure racks through me and I come, screaming, as he drops my hips, moving his body over mine as he fucks me even harder.
The move prolongs my release for what feels like forever and I don’t know if I want it to ever end. I don’t know if it’s possible for it to ever end.
“That’s it, killer. So fucking pretty for me,” he groans, right before I feel the flood of his cum filling me. It triggers an aftershock of my own orgasm at the possessiveness and feeling so full of him.
Once he comes down, he pulls back before removing himself from my body. I watch his face as his eyes remain locked on where we were just joined. I whimper at the loss of him, but then watch as his hand moves to his dick and I watch him slide his fist along his length using my blood as lubricant.
I’m transfixed on the movement, unable to take my eyes off the way he works himself. Though he never seemed to have softened, he’s hard once again as he fucks his fist.
“I love the sight of your blood on me, killer,” he groans.
“That’s—” I stop, unsure of what I want to say. Gross, disgusting, wrong . But none of this feels that way. It all feels right and perfect in its own way.
It feels like us.
He reaches between my legs, his fingers swiping through the wetness there before pushing back in. “I want you to keep all my cum inside this pretty little cunt. Then, I’m going to cover your stomach with more of it so I can mix it with your blood on your perfect skin.”
A chill runs through me, especially after he pulls his hand from my pussy and then switches to use the one that now has the mixture he just talked about to pump his cock. He moves to his knees between my legs, and all I can do is watch as he finds another release, shooting ropes of hot cum onto my stomach.
I moan at the feeling as it covers me, and he reaches his hand down to rub it into my skin. I should be grossed out by this. It should disturb me in more ways than one.
But it doesn’t.
Even after Caine settles next to me in bed, my heart doesn’t slow down in my chest. The flood of emotion is back, and suddenly, I’m worried about how strong my feelings for this man are.
I’ve never felt this way before and despite everything I’ve been through, my feelings for the man wrapped around me is the scariest thing I’ve felt.
The fact that I also feel them for two other men only adds to that fear.
Because what if this isn’t real.
What if it’s all stolen away from me because I don’t deserve to have good things in my life? I never have, so I don’t know why I feel worthy of them now.
That’s why I refuse to voice how I’m feeling. Because once I do, it’ll be so much easier to snatch it away from me.