When he realized she’d started touching herself…it was all he could do not to come in his damn pants like an untried fucking virgin. The other three needed to fucking hurry and land so that he could get home to his woman.
Home…he meant every word he told her.
She was his home. His peace. His calm in the storms called life.
He never knew he could feel this strongly about someone…ever.
“Max…I love you…”
Max froze. Desiree murmured his name in her sleep.
Those three words she mumbled should have scared the hell out of him. Yet, all they did was make him want to hijack a fucking plane and get home to her faster.
“I love you, too, hellcat.” Max said back, leaning his head against the wall.
“Beast, Daniels, Rat, and Wick just arrived a few minutes ago. They are headed our way now. Military transport will be ready to take off in thirty minutes.” Teddy advised as he walked up looking at him in confusion.
“She had a nightmare. She just fell back asleep.” Max answered Teddy’s unspoken question.
“Is she okay?” Teddy asked, his worry evident.
“For now. I’m going to the house once we are done with briefing. She has a meeting at the club tonight. Can you and Jose meet me there?”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just want to run a few things past the two of you.”
“I’ll message Jose once we get on the plane.” Teddy nodded at Max.
Max accepted Teddy’s hand as he helped pull him from the sitting position on the floor against the wall. He bit back the groan the move caused so that he didn’t wake up Desiree, who was still on the phone, sleeping.
He was not hanging up on her if he could get away with it. At least not until she woke up and he could tell her bye.
When he got on the plane thirty minutes later, he put in his ear bud in one ear so that only he could hear her if she stirred. She would be in his arms in six hours.
The countdown was on. He had one stop to make after briefing before he could finally pull her into his arms. He knew what his next move was.
He just prayed she felt the same way that he did. Part of him was kicking his own ass right now.
Three months before they started dating, thinking he was stuck in that hated friend’s zone, he re-enlisted for his final six years. The last contract that would give him his twenty years.
He was thirty-three years old and at the time had no one he wanted to rush home to. Now, he hated being away from Desiree when Uncle Sam called his team up.
“Max…” Desiree’s sleepy voice came through his phone.
“I’m here, hellcat.”
“You home yet?”
“I wish. We’re in the air now, hellcat. We should be home in roughly five hours, give or take.”
“That’s too long.”
“I know. But i’m on the way home, hellcat.” Max smiled down at his phone.
“I guess I should get up and grab a shower before heading into the garage. Working on a new custom order this week.”
Max’s grin got wider. The fact she worked on motorcycles turn him the fuck on big time.
