Oh shit… Bree!
I grab my paper and pen and scribble a note to Kat, asking about what happened to Bree. She shakes her head, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Oh sweetie, I really wanted Abel to be here when we had to have this conversation. I’m so sorry Mad Max...”
Chapter Eleven
ABEL
It’s been four weeks since Max came home from the hospital and I think she’s going to claw that damn jaw immobilizer off before we even get to the doctor’s office. Not being able to talk, laugh, or eat solid foods this whole time is wearing her down.
All of the bruises have faded and the stitches came out a couple of weeks ago. There are only a few light pink marks to show where they held her face together. Her doctors assured us that they would fade more in the next month.
I don’t care either way, but Max wrote in her notebook to me that she already has too many scars on her body from Rob, she doesn’t want any more if it can be helped.
Aside from the immobilizer, there are no more outward appearances to remind her of her that time. I think she mostly wants to get that thing off so she can finally move forward and no longer have a daily reminder impacting her life. I can’t blame her for that.
She doesn’t understand how I can look at her and not see the reminder. But I give her the same answer I gave her back when this all started. I see her strength, her resilience, her determination, and nothing more. That answer hasn’t changed and it never will. I love her too damn much to ever see anything else.
She’s 13 weeks along with the twins and the pregnancy is going smoothly so far. And goddamn, her growing belly is fucking breathtaking. I didn’t think it was possible for me to fall more in love with this woman more than I already was, but seeing her grow like that, day by day… I found out how wrong I was.
Thankfully since she woke up in the hospital, she hasn’t had any more morning sickness. That would have been pretty tricky with the immobilizer. The doctors sent us home with shots of B12 for me to give her daily just in case. I have to admit, as much as I love bearing her ass, I don’t enjoy shoving a needle in the round cheeks. I’m happy I won’t have to do that anymore after today.
I never pushed Max for physical intimacy when she got home. I figured it would take quite a while for her to be ready for that. One night she asked why, scribbling away in her notepad, worried as hell that I didn’t want her like that anymore.
It took me hours to get her to stop thinking I was repulsed by her injuries and to see that I was honestly scared to push for anything she wasn’t ready for. She confessed that she wanted to wait until the immobilizer was off until we took that step. It’s really taken a toll on her self-esteem.
She’s been seeing a therapist a couple of times a week for the last three weeks. She thought something was wrong with her because she took a man’s life and felt no remorse over it. She said if, given the chance to do it all again, the only thing she would change is how long it took her to do it. She’s as tough as they come, and settling back into life beautifully.
She still wakes from nightmares from time to time, but that’s to be expected. No one walks away from what she’s gone through unscathed. Especially not after when she found out what happened to Bree…
I’ve never been more proud or more awe-struck by someone than I am of Max. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She deserves so much more than a shithead like me, but I’d never be able to let her go so that she could find someone better. I’m greedy that way. I thank my lucky stars every fucking day that she chooses every day to love me all over again.
My life has been a rollercoaster ride of every emotion known to man since she walked into it. But like her, given the chance to do it all over again, I would only have kissed her sooner. She’s perfect for me in every way and has changed me for the better in so many ways. Love isn’t a strong enough word to describe what I feel for her, but it’s a damn good start.
“Will you quit tugging at that thing already? You’re getting it taken off in less than 20 minutes. I know you’re going crazy, baby, but you’re gonna tear your face up if you don’t stop.’
She pouts at me with that stoic silent look she’s perfected over the last few weeks. Impatience has never been her strong suit and the look she’s giving me is fucking adorable.
“You don’t scare me, Mad Max. You can take your frustrations out on me when we get home. Half that rage is sexual tension, baby.” I say, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.
She rolls her eyes and flips me the bird, not at all impressed with my joke. She knows I’m right though. She’s admitted it numerous times throughout the course of the last month, crying over how unsatisfying her vibrator is.
Trust me, I’m in the same boat. Living with that woman, sharing a bed with her, holding her sexy body every night, and not touching her is a fucking testament to my self-control. I haven’t jacked myself off this much since I was 14 years old. It’s embarrassing, the little control I have over my body where she’s concerned.
Even in her frustrations, there’s a new peace to her that wasn’t there before. I think having Rob gone for good has helped ease some of that ever-present worry and tension from her body. She knew the day would come when she would have to look over her shoulder to see if he’d come back for her. It happened a lot sooner, and a lot worse, than any of us could have ever predicted. But I have to admit, knowing that’s something she never has to worry about again is present in how much more naturally relaxed she is.
Rob’s death caused a ripple in so many people’s lives. There was so much fucking madness in his life, it’s ridiculous that no one caught it until all this shit went down. And even worse to think that if anyone would have found this out before he was released, all of the chaos the girls went through could have been avoided.
I still haven’t told Max about what Rob was planning to do when he found out she was pregnant. She’s been through so much, I just don’t see the purpose in telling her that Rob was planning on having her go through a forced abortion. For every one thing we learned about him and his fucking life, three more things would surface. It seems to be a never-ending web of insanity that the DHPD, the FBI, and the DEA are now unraveling.
The number of arrests and convictions coming out of this will never make up for what the girls went through. Max says it’s a sacrifice she’d make a hundred times over, as long as Bree wouldn’t have had to go through it.
When she found out how that an international drug lord, corrupt attorneys, rogue cops, a black market doctor, several government officials, and a handful of criminals were all locked up and charged out the ass due to this, she smiled. She said it’s the world righting itself after all the wrong that had been done. I’ll never forget what she said to me about it all. Well, what she wrote in her notebook for me, actually.
“I was strong enough to get through it. They won’t be. I didn’t have any strength in the beginning. I had to cultivate it over time. That’s how I was able to make it through the hardest days of my life.
I never stopped trying to become stronger. I didn’t want power. I wanted strength. They didn’t want strength, they wanted power. They don’t understand the difference between the two words. I don’t pity them though. It’s about time they live through the consequences of their actions, of the little care they showed human life as long as they could make a buck off of it.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re called into Doctor Ray’s office and she takes us through the process of removing Max’s immobilizer, going through some jaw stretches that she wants Max to do every day until moving her jaw around feels comfortable again. She gave us both a speech on checking for any oral infections about five times.
“You’re progressing nicely Max. You’ll notice your voice will be hoarse the next couple of weeks as you get used to using it again, but it’s only temporary. No yelling, screaming, or heavy metal concerts though.”
They both laugh whi
le I shake my head, still smiling along with them. Doc may think she’s just making a joke, but those are some of Max’s favorite pastimes. Going without them will actually be a shit show for her.
“Now I want you to try and use your voice okay? Try something small, pick any small sentence, 5 words or less and let’s try it out.”
Max turns to me, her face lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree and she opens her mouth to speak her first sentence in 6 weeks.
“I love you, Abel.” She croaks out.
I wish I could say I was tough at this moment, living up to the badass biker that I appear to be. But hearing her choose those words out of everything she could have said, makes my eyes swim with hot tears. I move to my girl and wrap her in my arms.
“I love you too, beautiful. So goddamn much.” I pull back and pepper her face in tiny kisses as the tears slip over my eyes.
“Say it again. Please?” I practically beg.
She looks to the doctor, who nods in approval, smiling at us both. My feisty woman turns back to me with a voice a little stronger than before.
“I love you so much.”
Five words or less.
But they’re the best five words I’ve ever heard.
***
The silence in my truck on the way back home is filled with sexual tension so thick you could cut that shit with a knife and serve it for dinner. As soon as we got back to the car, Max uses her new found voice to instruct me to, and I quote. “Home. Now. Sex. Please.”
Like I’d ever say no to that.
I’ve been dreaming of slipping between her legs so much, I should be a registered sex offender at this point. Thoughts of her naked, writhing under me, squeezing my cock as she explodes all over me have been playing on repeat every single day.
I don’t even have the truck in park before she’s out of the cab and running up the driveway. I follow suit, ready to right our world back on its axis.
I could go the rest of my life happy beyond words just being with her. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard, it would be hell, but I love her so much I would do it. But seeing her so eager is a flame scorching me from the inside out. I need to be inside of her more than I need water or oxygen. My desire is all-consuming.
By the time I make it to the doorway, Max is already heading up the stairs. There’s a path of her clothes littering the floor, documenting the entire way. I gather each of the items on my way up the steps, trying like hell to slow down the adrenaline coursing through my body so this isn’t all over before it even begins.
Shoes on the entryway floor. Socks on the second step. Shirt on the fifth step. Undershirt on the eighth step. Bra on the top step. Jeans in the doorway to our bedroom. Panties at the foot of our bed. The sight of Max sitting in the center of our bed, her baby bump on full display, naked and waiting, causes me to drop everything to the floor.
She opens her legs and I see her beautiful pussy glistening in the light, showing me she’s already wet and waiting for me. I strip quicker than I think I ever have before and stand there staring at her in awe. She’s just so goddamn gorgeous.
I lean on the foot of the bed and crawl towards her, a predator stalking his prey. I start at her feet and kiss my way up her legs, nipping as I go. When I get to her creamy thighs, I bite down a little harder causing her to moan.
Vocal exercises are required, doctor’s orders.
I completely skip over the area she wants me the most, moving to her belly and spending a little extra time there. When she whimpers, I move my way up licking across her chest and blowing on her nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks that are begging for my teeth.
I take turns sucking each one into my mouth and drag them between my teeth, causing a guttural moan to come from the back of her throat. I swiftly silence her with a kiss as my fingers pluck at her nipples.
“The doctor said no screaming or yelling.” I say as I break the kiss. “Think you can handle that, baby?” I ask her with a devilish smile on my face.
“No, but don’t stop.” She begs.
I return my mouth to hers, fusing them together and slipping my tongue in, reminding myself of how perfect her lips are.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed this mouth.” She giggles at my admission, and it causes a shit eating grin on my face in return. It’s been too damn long since I heard that beautiful sound.
“Abel.” She chokes out.
I can’t tease her anymore, we’re both too desperate to hold off any longer. I stick my hand between her thighs and find her completely drenched, she’s starving for it. I align myself at her entrance and hold myself there as I lock eyes with her.
“Don’t ever again question how badly I want to live inside of you like this forever.” I say to her, needing her to hear every single word. To understand it, to believe.
She nods her head, a tear falling down her cheek. I lean in and kiss it away as I ease inside of her, letting her get used to my size all over again.
This…
This is what nirvana feels like.
Silky.
Soft.
Warm.
Tight.
Perfect.
Mine.
Max starts moving beneath me, urging me to move, to give her what she’s so hungry for. I’ve barely been inside her for two minutes and I already feel the hair on the back of my neck sticking up.
“Baby, you gotta give me a second to calm down. It’s been too damn long and I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
She sits up with me still inside of her, the shift in her movements is rubbing against her inner walls and she clenches around me.
“Oh, god-fucking-dammit…”
She giggles at my expense, the sound going straight to my dick. I immediately turned it to steel inside of her.
I should have jacked off first.
“Abel, please.” She begs, her teeth sinking into my chest.
And that’s my undoing.
I pull out and slam back inside, losing all sense of control as she falls back on the bed, back arching, and my name falling off her pouty lips.
I seal my mouth over hers again, loving how she tastes. My thrusts are hitting her deep and hard, exactly how she likes it. Her nails rake down my chest and I feel her in every cell of my body, lighting me up from the inside out.
“Harder, harder, harder.” She chants.
I pull out and flip her over on her hands and knees, slamming home as soon as I do. I grab her ass in one hand, and her shoulder with the other, using her little body as leverage to fuck us into oblivion.
My dirty girl doesn’t want sweet and slow right now. No, she wants to be connected to her body so much that she feels me there for hours after we’re done. She wants to hear our skin slapping together in a frenzy, playing the melody of our need. She wants to feel my teeth sink into her shoulders as she spasms around my cock.
It’s not enough though, with Max it never is.
I give her all of this and more, reminding her of how perfectly we fit together, how much she still affects me. I thrust into her with abandon. She’s the rain in my drought, the sun in my storm, the fucking color in my world.
She chants my name like a prayer, clenching my cock like she’s afraid it will disappear. Max meets me, thrust for thrust, backing that perfect ass against my body. I smack it the way she likes and she rockets off with her second orgasm, breaking the doctor’s rules about no screaming.
Her unbridled pleasure forces my orgasm out of me, ripping its way through my body like a torpedo. It crawls up my spine and momentarily blinds me from the sheer power of it.
This woman… She fucking slays me.
I collapse on the bed next to her, pulling her on top of me and kissing her with all my might.
“I need more.” She tells me, immediately signaling for round two as she wraps her hand on my dick.
Greedy, greedy, girl.
We emerge from the bedroom two hours later when t
he twins demand food. She’s ready for her first meal of solid food and apparently, nothing but giant greasy burgers will do.
“Can we go visit her again?” She asks once we pick up the food.
“Of course we can, baby. You wanna go right now?”
“Yeah, I know we left there to go to my appointment, but I need to see her even if its…” She trails off not wanting to finish her sentence.
Hearing about Bree really messed her up when she first found out. It definitely hasn’t been easy for any of us. She had this perfect scenario in her head of how things would be when we found them in that warehouse. Hell, we all did. When it didn’t come to fruition she took it so damn hard. Trying to console her when I was trying to figure out how to console myself was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But I wouldn’t let my girl down, no matter the cost.
I pull my phone out to text Dex that we should all meet up there, to see Bree in any way we can. It’s all we have. I miss my sister so fucking much.
Dex texts back immediately.
D: Already on my way. Just finished at the shop. Meet you there.
We find a place to park and Dex waits for us at the entrance. Quiet washes over us as Max wipes the tears that are already forming. Dex and I choke back our emotions, knowing that we need to be strong for the one girl we did bring home from the hospital.
Part Two
Chapter Twelve
DEX
“Are you the family of Breelle Cooper?” The doctor asks.
At the sound of Bree’s full name, we all stand, united, a collective ‘yes’ falling from our lips. The words come out of our mouths as a plea.
Max was only in surgery for three hours and Bree has been in for the last thirteen. With every hour that passes, my anxiety rises like a ship being tossed around at sea. Uncertainty crashes against the inside of my bones, threatening to drown me from the inside out.
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