Chapter 24 Maxim
MAXIM
It’s been a week since I’ve spoken to Grace.
Sergei and I got called out on a job, and I don’t talk to anyone when I’m away.
No distraction until I get back. It’s so fucking good to be getting back to my villa.
I throw my bag in the corner of the room and lie down on my bed with my phone.
It’s time to hear my woman’s voice again.
Maxim: You alone?
Grace: You’re home. Yes. I’m alone.
I press her number, and we connect instantly. “I’ve missed hearing your voice, Wildcat.”
“I’ve missed you, too. Did everything go okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”
It’s weird having someone ask me how my day at work has been. “Easy, but enough about that. Tell me how you’ve been?”
“I have so much to tell you. I spoke to Zoe the other day when you sent the stick in. Thank you for that again, everyone thinks what you did is amazing. Not sure if it’s meet-the-family territory, but we could be getting there.”
I love hearing her rambles.
“Anyway, I was talking to her about Emerald, I mean Elena, to find out if she knew more about her.”
“And?”
“Zoe was shocked that she was your sister. She also said that Elena was nice to her and never suspected this side of her. She never mentioned that she was killing the men she was sleeping with. My sister’s sad that Dmitri has corrupted her like he has.
She was shocked when I told her they were in a relationship and in love.
She always assumed she hated Dmitri as much as the rest of them.
She would never have suspected they were together. ”
“Do you think she’s playing him?”
“She couldn’t say either way, but maybe she is.”
Interesting theory and one I hadn’t considered.
“Would that change things for you if she was?”
“Yeah, it would. Either way, she’s my sister, and I will love her.”
“What about Anna? Have you been able to find any news about her?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. In all the folders, there wasn’t one mention of Anna.
Even when we searched the jewels’ profiles, we couldn’t find anything about Elena either and no info on where they were found or taken from.
I suspect it wasn’t Dmitri or Nikolai. She’s come from somewhere else because those two detailed everything about the jewels they found.
“Nothing. Sergei keeps searching, but we keep winding up at dead ends.”
“Would anyone else in the Bratva know?”
“We must be careful. Any poking into areas that are not ours will raise red flags. We could push them further underground and lose any info there might be on Anna.” It’s all a mess. “Anyway, how’s my Wildcat?”
“Bored.”
“I can think of a couple of things we can do to help with that,” I say, switching the mood up. It’s been too long away from her.
“We have to be quick, my sisters are coming to get me for an old-fashioned slumber party out by the pool.”
“Does that mean there’s going to be pillow fights in lingerie?” I tease.
“You’re such a guy. And I will cut off your dick if you dare look at any of my sisters in lingerie. Do you understand me?”
Biting my lip, her jealousy makes me hard. “I only have eyes for you, Wildcat.” I let out a groan as my hand soothes my aching cock.
“Good, now let me hear how much you’ve missed my pussy.”
Another groan falls from my lips as I throw my phone onto the bed and hit the speaker.
Pushing down my pants, I pull out my dick, giving it a couple of tugs before I spit in my palm and lube myself up.
Fuck that feels good. It’s not a substitute for Grace’s pussy, but it will have to do until I can get her back.
“Fuck, Grace, I miss that wet little pussy wrapping around my dick, choking it.”
“Max,” she moans.
“That’s it, Wildcat. Remember the way my fingers used to slide into you.
How thick they were stretching you open for me.
Never tasted anything as sweet as that fucking pussy, Grace.
Every morning I wake with your taste on my lips as if your essence has imbedded itself on my skin, in every single pore.
It drives me crazy, and every fucking morning, I’m stuck in this bed alone wishing your bare fucking cunt was wrapped around my cock instead of my fucking hand. ”
“Oh, Max,” she pants. I can hear how wet she is, her fingers sliding inside of her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars the one that’s designed for me.
It’s not fair that we are reduced to touching ourselves through the fucking phone.
“That’s it, Wildcat, I can hear how dripping wet you are for me. I promise you it won’t be for long that you have to make yourself drip instead of me. I will make up for lost time, my love. Your pussy will never be far from my fucking mouth. I will demand that you live on my face.”
“Fuck, Max. I’m so close,” she groans.
“Good, let me hear you scream, Wildcat. Imagine that it’s all over my dick, my tongue, my fingers. Just like it used to be. No one in this world can make you cum like I do.”
“It’s you, it’s always been you,” she moans.
“And it will always be me, Grace.”
Next thing I hear Grace coming which pushes me over the edge and I cum all over my hand. My chest’s heaving and my breath is labored, and I’m not nearly as satisfied as I am when she’s in my arms.
“You need to hurry up and kill the bad guys, Max. Because I’m sick of riding my fucking fingers every night.”
“I promise it won’t be long, Wildcat. Dream of me.”
And with that I end the call.