Chapter 24
UNRESTRAINED
Graham
I’d made it back to the cabin after a quick stop at the hospital for a piss test, just to have the evidence if anything came from this shitshow. When I pulled in, the Gremlin was parked next to my truck and Maggie was sitting on the porch steps.
I parked the SUV and got out.
She held my utility belt out at arm’s reach. “I think this is yours,” she said, her voice faint with shame. “Your vest and uniform shirt’s here too.” She looked down into her lap where a neat pile of my things rested.
“Max? What’s going on?”
“Graham, I’m done. I’m done with him. I’m done with trying to make it right with a murderer.”
Maggie got up, let herself into the cabin, throwing her purse and keys and my things on the counter like she lived here.
“He did throw me down the stairs. He did hit me… He drugged us both. And I’m so sorry I didn’t listen.
I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, and that I let the fucking commitment I made to him get in the way of the truth.
” Her voice cracked. “But it gets worse.” She crashed down on the couch and plopped her face into both hands. “Uncle Silas and I found the mask.”
“What?”
“I also found a baggie of GHB in the drawer of the liquor cabinet.” Maggie’s hands shook as the realization that she’d cursed a killer crashed into her. Tears broke past her lashes and onto her red, blotchy cheeks—she crumbled. “Graham, he’s going to kill me. How could I have been so stupid?”
“Hey… you’re okay. Take a deep breath, princess. I’m not going to let that happen.” I held her chin in my hand and tilted her head up. “Look at me. We’re gonna hide you here until I can take him in. You’re not going home until then. Do you understand?”
Maggie nodded, her entire body vibrating with vulnerability and fear. But in her eyes, I saw the rage underneath it all. I couldn’t blame her. She’d let a serial killer into her bed. Of course that would fuck someone up.
She stared out the window, like a part of her was out there while her body stayed with me. It was snowing again, big flakes cascading down like leaves falling from the trees in peak autumn.
Maggie’s gaze dropped to her hands and she picked at her thumbnail. “I’m done with him. It’s over. Graham, I need you.”
Thank fuck. “I’m right here.”
“No. I need you.”
She fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.
“Make me forget. Like before. Claim me,” she said, making quick work of my belt. “Please,” she breathed.
I snatched her hands, stopping her from opening my zipper, even though every part of me wanted her to keep going. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
I hadn’t been with her since I’d returned. Not freely. Not without Hunter watching me, directing my every move. So hearing her ask? Yeah, it made a part of me wake the fuck up. The part I thought would never see the light of day again.
Cupping her perfect face in my hand, I lifted her chin so I could see her swirling pools of whiskey and desire gazing back at me—begging for me.
This woman was everything that held me together and everything that tore me apart at the same time.
“Alright,” I said, placing a single gentle kiss on her velvet lips.
She fiddled with my belt, her fingers opening buttons with ease, before she palmed my throbbing bulge under my zipper. It strained behind the metal teeth, and the moment she slid the little metal tab down, releasing the pressure, it flared hard with an agonizing ache for her that never left.
Maggie shoved my pants and briefs down, like she’d never had me before—like she was dying to experience me for the first time.
I ached for her too. Because being with her while Hunter watched wasn’t the same as having her on my own terms. Every time I thought of her, my cock would beg, dying to push inside, stretch her, and feel her wrapped around me, wanting me, needing me—only me.
It was torture, knowing I couldn’t have her the way I wanted.
The way I had her before I fucked everything up between us.
And finally, she was mine.
Maggie grabbed me tight and slid her hand along my length—teasing me… begging me.
I crashed my mouth to hers, pulling her sweater over her head in one swift motion, revealing her perfectly soft tits. I thumbed over her nipples, then moved my hands down the curves of her soft skin to her hips, where I hooked my thumbs in and removed her leggings and thong.
Once she stepped out of her panties, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. Her warmth against me made it harder to resist—made the sensation of my blood rushing through my dick unbearable.
I carried her to the bathroom, kissing her neck and rubbing my cock against the needy warmth between her legs with each step.
I left the lights off, but the afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, highlighting parts of her and shading others.
God, she was so beautiful. I loved every freckle. Every stretchmark. Every dimple.
Wrapping my arms tighter around her back, I squeezed the squish of her love handles and felt my dick swell as I melted inside her.
Slowly, I pushed further into her, her pussy giving way… opening for my cock. Her gasps into my ear… that sound… pure unrestrained pleasure releasing from her soul did something to me. It made me feral. Unhinged.
I thrust long and slow, letting her take in every thick inch. She gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and leaned back, bringing those perfect breasts right into view. I buried my face in them, taking in her scent, her heat.
Maggie moaned, her eyes rolling back as I gripped her tight with one hand and tucked the other between us so I could stimulate her clit while I bounced her.
“Fuck—Graham!” she moaned.
“That’s it, princess. Come on my cock,” I ground out, her rhythmic movements sending me to the edge. “I’ve got you.”
“Oh—!” Another moan. Then—“Jesus fucking Christ!” shattered from her as her arousal squirted, splashing up my belly and down my thighs. “God… Graham—!”
“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” I buried myself in her, then pulled out until my tip rested just inside, throbbing. God, she was tight.
“Give me more. I need… more!” she cried, letting out a ragged breath, clawing at my hips, pulling me into her, begging for everything I could give.
I thrust deep into her, my pulse thundering in my head with every drawn-out stroke. Each squeeze of her perfect pussy sent pleasure slamming into my cock.
Fuck, the last shred of control I had shattered.
“Oh—God… Max… you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned.
“Shit—oh shit—” My dick swelled even larger, throbbing as it burst inside.
“Ungh—God! That’s it! Right there! Fuck, I’m coming!
” I gritted out, feeling my cum shoot down every inch of my shaft and into her.
“You’re making me come so goddamn hard, pretty girl!
” My head fell back as I held myself tight to her, still pulsing, giving her every last drop.
I stayed inside as I caught my breath and took back what I stupidly gave up.
It felt so good to finally be able to let go.
Not waiting for that little tap on the shoulder or to get torn away just before I came.
“I’m never letting you go again,” I breathed, ramming myself into her one last time.
She gasped, then wrapped her arms around my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder, boneless, like a fucking limp noodle. “Good.”
I carried her to the tub and I sat on its edge, still holding her tight, still inside, running my fingers up and down her back.
Maggie kissed me, then straightened. “I have a plan,” she whispered, her voice still foggy from the euphoria of her orgasm—breaths still ragged.
“Glad to see I could be of service.” That cocky grin she told me she loved tugged at my mouth.
“No, seriously.”
Maggie lifted off my lap, causing me to suck in a breath through clenched teeth as her pussy gripped my very sensitive head.
“Jesus—!”
“Sorry. We gotta get back to the manor.”
I stood, legs wobbling like jelly, and stepped into the shower to rinse off.
“What you thinkin’, Max?” I turned the water on.
Maggie stepped in and closed the curtain behind her. “We’ll trick him. Get him to confess. Make him think I’m alone.”
“No. I’m not using you as bait.”
Her jaw set in that way I’d come to know meant arguing was pointless. “Graham, we have to.”
“Won’t he expect it?” I lathered up my washcloth and washed my belly and cock. “Hunter’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.”
Maggie stepped into the spray.
“Won’t he suspect you to be working with me? Especially now?” I asked.
“He doesn’t know that I know he lied.” She grabbed the soap and lathered up. “Besides, he knows I cursed him and that the guilt has made me choose him, even after he shoved me down the stairs... But what he doesn’t know… is that I know he murdered those women. He doesn’t know he can’t trust me.”
She rinsed off and jumped out.
Using Maggie as bait turned my stomach. But she might’ve been right.
I watched the white bubbles swirl down the drain, thinking of any other possible solution. But I came up with nothing.
“Fine.” I rinsed and stepped out of the shower. “But if we do this, you’ll have to wear a wire.”
“No. No wires. If he starts getting handsy, he’ll find it.”
“Fine.” I dragged my hand through my hair, hating the idea of him touching her again. “Lemme give Derek a call. We’ll bug the house. But I’m AirTagging your ass. That way if anything goes sideways and he takes you somewhere… I’ll find you.”
“Okay. Good,” she said, like the plan was foolproof.
“You might want to lower that confidence in your voice, cupcake. You’re not gonna like where the AirTag is going.”
Maggie looked at me, brows raised and a devious smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.
“What, like I’ve never stuck an electrical device up my pussy before?”
“It’s not going there.”