Chapter 16 Hunter
SIXTEEN
HUNTER
I punched my ticket to hell a long time ago, and I can’t bring myself to have an ounce of guilt while I watch Max on the camera I set up in her room. Seeing her wake up has become the best part of my morning.
I prop my laptop on a pillow, grinning when she stretches her arms above her head in her bed. She rolls to her side and yawns, the strap of her tank top slipping down her arm with the movement. She doesn’t bother pushing it up, and her hard nipples are obvious through the thin material.
Fuck.
I wish I was there with her right now.
I rub a hand over my cock and pull up my texts, firing off a message to her.
Me
Dreamed of you last night. How did you sleep?
Her phone lights up on the sheets. Max reaches for it, a smile bursting across her face when she reads the notification. She sits up, back against the pillows and her fingers flying across the screen, and I wait impatiently for her answer.
Max the Angel
Good morning. Not bad. What were these dreams you speak of?
It’s my turn to smile. I dip my hand below the waistband of my boxers and grip my cock, giving myself a slow stroke while I type a message back.
Me
You were tied up in my room. Your legs were spread wide. Your pussy was drenched. I ate you out until you screamed, and then I did it a second time.
Max’s eyes widen. She scoots down the pillows, and I see her hand disappear under the sheets while her head drops back. I stifle a groan when she uses her other hand to peel off her shirt and drop it on the floor, her chest on display in the early morning light.
Max the Angel
Can I tell you about the dream I had last night?
Me
I think I might die if you don’t.
There’s a long pause on her end while I watch her set her phone down on the sheets.
She throws back the covers and shimmies out of her tiny sleep shorts, letting them fall on the ground too.
Her arm reaches for her bedside table, rummaging through the drawer before she pulls out a toy and drags her fingers over the length of it.
It’s impossible to look away when she clicks the toy on, soft vibrations filling the room. I’ve never been so happy to spend money on top of the line equipment in my life; getting the camera package with the microphone was the best purchase I could’ve made.
“Shit,” she whispers, parting her thighs.
The toy rests against her clit, pulsing in a way that makes her back arch. I’m scrambling to bring the laptop closer, not wanting to miss a second of this one-woman show. I can’t wait for the fire in the Underworld to burn me alive.
Max slides her feet up the sheets, bending her legs.
I know she doesn’t know the camera is there—she’d kill me if she did—but I wonder if she has an inkling, because she’s angling herself toward the bookshelf.
She’s propping herself up on an elbow, her free hand reaching for her phone.
Three dots appear in our text message thread, and I slow my stroking so my dick doesn’t fall off with anticipation.
Max the Angel
It’s really dirty.
Me
Tell me, baby. How bad were you?
Her lips curl into a smile and she clicks up the speed on her toy.
The moan she lets out is loud, more urgent, and she rests the phone on her stomach so she can pinch her nipple.
Pre-cum soaks my boxers, and I pull them off completely so I can pretend she’s next to me, mouth open and ready to wrap around my shaft.
Max types her response, and when the text comes through, I almost come on the spot.
Max the Angel
We were at a sex club together. I did something you didn’t like, and you made me sit in a chair in front of everyone.
You let them watch while you teased me, but didn’t let me come.
Except, I accidentally did come, and you weren’t happy.
You found two people to help hold me down while someone else held a knife, and they took turns fucking me.
You watched, and when you were ready, you fucked me in front of the crowd.
I woke up in the middle of the night so turned on. I’ve never had a dream that vivid before.
My imagination is running wild. I can’t stop picturing her agreeing to all of those things, and I spit in the center of my palm, jerking myself off. I groan with every rough glide of my hand, wishing it was her pussy instead of my fingers.
On my laptop, Max is just as worked up. She’s squirming on her bed, the toy pulsing against her clit, and I don’t want her to think I’m ignoring her. Not when she revealed a secret I’m sure she’s embarrassed to admit.
Me
That’s so hot, angel. I wish I was with you right now. You could reach over and ride my fingers. I’m at your disposal, Max.
Real life Max drops her phone and pushes three fingers in her pussy. Her legs are opened so wide, I can see the damp spot on her sheets. She throws her head back, an orgasm sinking its claws in her as she comes undone.
It doesn’t take long for me to follow her over the edge, drunk off the sight of her pleasuring herself.
I muffle my grunts with a pillow over my face so Leo doesn’t barge in and think I’m dying, but even if he did, I wouldn’t care.
Warm cum covers my hand and my bare stomach, and holding back my roar is almost impossible.
“Jesus Christ,” I pant, hurrying to see what she does next.
It takes a handful of languid movements and the slow flex of her legs before she climbs off her bed, a sated smile on her face.
She swipes her phone off the sheets, hips swaying on her walk to the bathroom where she disappears out of sight.
A message is waiting for me when I clean myself up with a dirty shirt I find on the ground.
Max the Angel
What a way to start my morning.
Me
And how’s that, baby?
Max the Angel
Getting off to the thought of you. Now I need to go shape the future great minds of America.
Have a good day, Hunter.
Me
I’m thinking about you, Max. It’s already the best day.
“You have blood on your sweatshirt.” Leo squints at me from the kitchen table. “Yuck.”
“I do?” I look down at the hoodie I threw on after a cold shower and sit next to him. “Whoops. Leftover from last night’s job. The fucker wouldn’t go down without a fight.”
“Seems like you took care of things. You’re glowing.” Leo shoves a coffee mug my way and I smile. “Care to share with the class what’s got you all excited? Is it the big ass paycheck that got deposited in your account?”
“I got to see my favorite show this morning.”
“What the hell is your favorite show?”
“Watching Max get off on the camera I installed in her room.” He chokes on his orange juice and I pat his back. “Swallow, Leo. It’s not that hard.”
“You’re sick.”
“I’m resourceful.” I sip my coffee and sigh, happy. “Hey. Could you do me a favor? I need help looking someone else up.”
“Is it the number for a psych ward? Because I have a feeling the jury is going to find you guilty of stalking, my friend. I promise to visit you in jail.”
“It’s not stalking if she doesn’t realize I’m doing it.”
“Oh, boy. Your comprehension skills are nonexistent.”
“I’m glad to know your moral line isn’t killing people. It’s watching the girl I like finger herself.”
“You know what?” Leo holds up a hand. “It’s a beautiful Wednesday morning, and I don’t feel like arguing. How can I assist you, Hunt?”
“I want to find some information on Max’s ex.”
“Why?”
“My gut tells me he can’t be trusted. That’s the point of the cameras, remember?”
“Cameras? As in more than one? Why am I not surprised?” He grabs his laptop and opens his background check software. “What do you know about him?”
“His name is Brian,” I say.
“That’s it? You’re giving me nothing to go off of. I need more than that. There are a million former frat bros out there with the same name.”
“Hang on. Let me try social media.”
I pull up Instagram and find Max’s page. I doubt she’s still following him, so I scour through old posts. There’s a photo from eight months ago of her on a golf course, squinting and smiling at the camera. I check the likes on the picture and find one from a username listed as PuttinOnTheFitz.
Seems like a douchey enough handle that it could belong to him, and it’s a good place to start. Clicking on the profile, I see Max has liked some of his older posts and I pump my fist, excited.
The names match, and this has to be the guy.
“Brian Fitzpatrick, located in Orlando, Florida,” I say.
“You don’t need me at all.” Leo taps his keyboard and hums, waiting for the information to populate. When it does, he frowns. “Huh. That’s weird.”
“What?” I scoot my chair closer to his and glance at his screen. “No results found? What does that mean?”
“It means there’s not a Brian Fitzpatrick in Orlando who fits the parameters I put in. There’s a Connor Fitzpatrick.” He clicks the profile and zooms in on the photo plastered on the screen. “Is that your guy?”
I cross-reference the Instagram profile with the picture on Leo’s computer. The two men are spitting images of each other, and I’m confused as hell. “That’s him. Does he have a twin brother?”
“Fuck.”
“What?”
“I’m guessing your guy uses a different name on social media because he’s been arrested for domestic assault in the past.”
I grab the computer and yank it toward me, gaping at the arrest report on the screen.
There’s a restraining order. A battery charge. Possession of a deadly weapon and another domestic assault case that was apparently settled outside of court. My blood boils as I read through the list.
“Mother fucker,” I hiss. “How the fuck is this guy not locked up?”
I blink, but all I can see is red. Rage like I’ve never experienced before grips me, and I have to do a lap around the kitchen to stop myself from breaking the laptop in half.
“Hunter?” Leo asks.
“I’m going to kill him,” I whisper. “If I find out he ever hurt her, I’ll murder him with my bare hands and smile while I do it.”
“Do you think Max knows?”
“No. If she did, she’d be more freaked out that he’s not totally out of the picture.” I gulp down a deep breath. I can’t stay calm. “This is why I put up fucking cameras. I knew this guy was trouble.”
“What are you going to do?” He stands and grabs a cup of water, shoving it my way and forcing me to drink it. “You’re not going to confront the dude, are you? He could be dangerous, Hunt.”
“Everyone I deal with is dangerous, but I’m not going to confront him. Not until I find out everything I can about him. The second he’s near Max again, I’ll make sure he knows I’m watching him. One toe out of line, and I’ll smash his skull in.”
“Christ.” Leo groans. “Why can’t men just fucking behave?”
“Behaving is the bare minimum, and this guy doesn’t even have the decency to do that.” My fingers curl around the cup, and I almost break the glass. “Keeping her safe is my sole purpose for living from here on out.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Nothing.” I look over at him with a wicked smile. “Just know if I go down, I’m going down fucking fighting for my girl.”