Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
Desiree jerked awake, sweat dripping down her face and chest. Her nightmares were back again.
Ever since she told her brothers about her team having been captured and tortured, she’d been having nightmares. Unbeknownst to them, she had only given the bare facts of what had happened.
Truth be told, she’d blocked out a lot of the shit that happened during that time. She knew it was her mind’s way of protecting her.
She didn’t really remember the nightmares when she woke up. Part of her hated that fact, yet a deeper part of her was grateful.
Desiree rolled over and grabbed her phone off of the nightstand. She had a text message from Max letting her know that he was at LAX and should be back at base later that afternoon.
Seeing that message, her body started to relax. Something about that man made her whole body, even her soul, feel safe.
The three times she’d had a nightmare since they had started dating, Max helped her through them. He’d talk her out of them and then held her tight in his arms when she woke up, tears streaming down her face.
He didn’t judge her, yell at her, or scoff at her. He’d literally just held her, repeatedly letting her know she was safe with him.
That meant more to her than any gift that could ever be given to her. To her, that was more intimate than sex.
“Hello.” Desiree answered her phone on the first ring.
“Awake already? You okay, hellcat?”
Desiree couldn’t help the smile that came across her lips at his voice. Damn that man had a voice that was sexy as hell.
“Yeah. Just woke up. You waiting for the rest of the team?” Desiree sunk back down on the bed and covered up.
“Yeah. Bear and Hef flew to Greece, then into London, then they head to LAX. Flash and I flew straight to London and then LAX. The rest of the team flew elsewhere, taking different routes. The last two should be here within the hour hopefully.”
“You have the key to the house and the code to the alarm in case I’m not here when you get home.”
Home. The fact she considered this Max’s home too spoke volumes. She was in love with Maxwell “Beast” Blackwell.
“Club meeting tonight?”
Max’s voice broke through her thoughts. God, she loved that man’s voice.
“Yeah. Two cases came in. We’re meeting to see which one is more urgent. Plus, Nightshade has some possible prospects for us to consider. Luckily, it’s just looking at files tonight instead of the entire process.”
“How about I call when we get done at the base and we can go from there? If you’re home, I’ll ride with you to the club and make myself useful. If you’re already at the club, then I’ll head there and ride home with you. I’ll even make dinner tonight.”
Desiree had to swallow a few times to keep the tears at bay. This man knew how to make her heart skip beats.
“Why? I know you value your peace and quiet after an op, especially long ones like this one was. These cray cray’s can be a little off the chain sometimes at our meetings.”
When Max’s throaty laughter sounded in her ears, she had to clamp her thighs together. Her girlie bits were weeping slightly from his absence.
“You are my peace, hellcat. Wherever you are, that’s my home…my peace.”
Her breath hitched at his admission. She felt the same as he did.
He was her home…her peace…her salvation. He made her want things she’d never thought possible.
“Penny for your thoughts, hellcat.”
Desiree shuddered as her hand lightly touched her nipples as it worked its way down to her already soaked pussy. The vision that played through her mind had her ready to come at the slightest touch.
“Mmhmm.” That was all Desiree could say.
“What are you doing, hellcat?” Max’s voice went low and deep.
“Wish you were here next to me. Hate waking up and you weren’t here.” Desiree said softly as her hands reached into the waistband of her underwear.
“Is my hellcat’s pussy being needy?”
“Mmhmm…” Desire huffed out as her fingers teased her clit.
Desiree heard movement through the phone. She knew he’d moved from where he was sitting to a new location.
“I love your kitchen table, hellcat. When I get home, I’m going to have my favorite meal spread out on it.” Max growled into her ear.
“Your favorite meal? Seriously Blackwell?”
“Yeah, hellcat. Your kitchen table is the perfect height for me to spread you out on the table. The perfect height for me to get on my knees and worship you with my mouth the way you deserve to be worshipped.”
“Fuck.” Desiree moaned as she shivered her orgasm fast approaching.
“Then once I’m done tasting my favorite dessert, I’m going to worship your pussy with my cock. Fucking in an out while I worship your beautiful breasts with my tongue.”
Desiree’s panting filled her room. She could feel what he was telling her as he said it.
Her orgasm hit her before she realized it. “Max!”
“Fuck, hellcat. You are so fucking sexy when you come. I hope you’re home so I can do just what I said I wanted to do before your meeting.
That way while you’re sitting with your friends, you can feel me the whole time.
Your sweet pussy tingling, ready for me to go again when we get home.
This time I’ll fuck you on your hands and knees just inside the living room. ”
“Max!” Desiree huffed out again, her body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.
She’d never been one who could come just from talking sex with a man. But damn if this man didn’t have her whole body shaking, wishing he was there to do the real thing.
“Close your eyes, hellcat. I’ll be right here with you on the phone so that you can rest.”
Damn this man knew her better than she realized. Closing her eyes, she finally drifted off with Max’s soft breathing sounding in her ears on the phone.