11
LOGAN
Max sneaks into my room, and I put out my half-smoked cigarette with a sigh. “Finally done fooling around, sunshine?”
He had been with her for over an hour, and I doubt taking care of someone takes that long.
“We didn’t fool around.”
What a terrible liar.
“Tell that to the shit-eating grin on your face,” I say, keeping the rest of my thoughts inside. I didn’t call Max over to talk. Since this shit between us started, I haven’t had to get myself off once, and I intend to keep it that way.
He flops down on my couch, way too close, and like every single time he does this, I don’t know what exactly makes him think I want him near.
“Didn’t you cuddle enough with her?” I ask, digging my elbow into his arm. “Thought that’s why you were so set on keeping her, to stop bothering me with this sweet shit.”
Hurt flashes across his features for the split second it takes him to regain control of his face. So fast it’s easy to ignore.
Max slides down from the couch and kneels in front of me, his hands crossed behind his back.Muchbetter.
“Any particular reason you wanted me to come over?” he asks, pulling his plump bottom lip between his teeth while he waits for permission to touch me.
He is always so eager to please, like it’s ingrained in his DNA. His absolute devotion to me is a double-edged sword; it drives me crazy, and that in itself is a problem.
I nod, gesturing for him to open my cargos. My cock is straining the fabric, twitching when Max pulls my boxers down a little.
“You better teach her to suck my cock like you do,” I say as he wraps his hand around me.
“Thinking about replacing me?”
Fucking cocky.My fingers tangle in Max’s hair as he licks a strip from the root of my cock up to the tip. Telling him to let his hair grow out was a perfect decision.
“Never,”I murmur, so quiet he doesn’t hear it. “Don’t tempt me.”
I stop his grumbling by forcing my cock into his mouth, pushing deeper without giving him time to adjust. He can take it, can take a whole fucking lot if I tell him to.
“Been thinking about the first time I fucked you, sunshine.”
Bucking my hips up, I press his head down at the same time. My cock hits the back of his throat, and when Max swallows around it, I let out a low growl. Always so tight and hot; his fucking lethal mouth one of the reasons I’m way too infatuated with him.
I wish I could keep him like this. Chained somewhere, with a pretty collar around his neck, ready to be fucked every hour of the day. He would be safe, and I wouldn’t have to worry about him so goddamn much.
“Celaya,” he pants when I let go of his head, allowing himto breathe. I’m sure he’d know the exact time and date too, probably has it noted in his diary with a ton of hearts around it.
“Looked so tempting that day, covered in blood. Slaughtered all those men just for me,” I say, pushing his head back down while I let mine fall back.
Max isn’t like me. He kills because his job demands it. I do it because killing is the only thing I was ever good at.
A part of me is still convinced Max’s performance in Celaya was a desperate—and concerning—attempt to court me, but the problem started way earlier.
From the dayRockwell introduced Max as the newest addition to the task force, I knew he was trouble. His smile too bright, his laugh too loud, his ability to read the fucking room, nonexistent. To top it off, I had to team up with the golden retriever.
Rockwell didn’t care for my complaints, ignored any explanation about how I work alone. So, I decided to put the new guy through hell.
But no matter how much I yelled at Max, no matter how degrading my punishments got, he powered through everything like it was a walk in the park. And instead of reaching my goal to break him and get him to leave the task force, he broke me.
Traumatizing him was impossible, so I tried the next best thing: neglect. But Max simply ignored my ignoring and continued to trail after me like I was his new mom, not just at work, but also whenever we had a day off.
