Page 61 of Mad Max

gh, I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

I grunt in agreement as I lock Fairy’s door behind me. She pushed herself today. Not only with what went down with Duke and the kidnapped girls but also giving blood. General was forced to take more than he probably should have.

Mama Bear was in bad shape. I don’t understand the medical jargon General told me and the boys as we waited for news. None of us were willing to leave till we knew everyone was okay. It took several hours, long into the night, before we got the all clear. Life will be a bit difficult for Mama Bear after the surgery and now taking care of a newborn. But she’s a badass woman—if anyone can handle that, and keep Chains in line, it’s her.

I look over Fairy’s place. It’s been a while since we’ve been back here even though we did have the boys watching this place. Fairy moved in here under the agency’s guidance after her uncle was locked up; they covered her tracks and kept her away from prying eyes like the media. Both the agency and Travis knew people would be after her because of him, and this was the setup they put in place. Not even Duke could find it, since her listed address still shows a house Travis owns.

Feeling good that nothing happened while she was away and that no agency listening devices magically appeared, I open the curtain and nod to the brother outside. She might trust the agency, but I don’t. After Duke said he had eyes on the women, the club ain’t taking any more chances. Security will be tight for a while. Might even pull in a few sister chapters to help keep us from being spread too thin with all the other projects we’ve got going on right now. We don’t want to risk anyone attached to the club, but we also don’t want to lose ground on things that have taken a while to get started. I, for one, don’t want us to give up on the side gig of being mercenaries or the beer business. It might be Bulldog’s baby, but the club is all in for helping it go international. Might even open a few doors for us regarding the other business ventures. Having a reason to go overseas won’t draw too many eyes, as opposed to us just going on vacation every few months in some remote locations.

I find Fairy in the bathroom, picking at the tape holding the gauze to her chin.

“Thought General told you to leave that on for a while.”

She does a cute shrug thing that has her shoulders halfway up to her ears. “It’s been a while. And he didn’t technically say I couldn’t take it off, just advised against it. It itches like crazy, so it’s coming off now.”

I huff as I move in front of her, blocking her view of the mirror. She makes a sound of surprise when I pick her up and twist her to sit on the counter, giving me better access to help remove the gauze for her.

She whimpers a bit as I try to remove it slowly. I hate causing her pain, but the sounds she makes is kind of cute. It’s almost the same one she makes when I hold off on giving her my cock after I’ve worked her up so much.

Fuck. It’s been too long since I’ve been in her.

I throw the bandage in the trash behind me, next to the toilet, and then pull her shirt off, followed by her bra. She lost her suit jacket the second she got home, tossing it over the couch. She opens her mouth to protest, but I silence it when I pull off my cut, hanging it on the towel hook before taking my shirt off too.

I enjoy her eyes roaming over my skin like a secondhand touch. I let her look her fill till I’m too hot to think, then turn around and get the shower running, setting the temperature I want before going back to her.

Her shoes go next. I don’t think she knows how much I enjoy having her in my hands. Probably as much as she’s loving it when I apply pressure to the sole of each foot with my thumbs before giving them the rubdown they deserve. Her moans filter through the bathroom that’s starting to steam up from the shower.

I slide her off the counter and make quick work of removing her pants and sexy-as-fuck thong—I get a glorious view of it thanks to the mirror behind her before I pull it down her legs. I kick out of my shoes and toe off my socks as I unbuckle and push my own pants down and off.

I fucking love that she doesn’t protest when I pick her up. She just secures her legs and arms around me as I walk us both into the shower. I don’t want to put her down, so I don’t, just I guide us under the spray and enjoy her in my arms as the warm water washes away the past couple of hours.

Once I’m satisfied that she’s wet enough, I move till her back rests against the wall and grab the shampoo. Her legs hold tight around my waist, and my dick is her fucking chair. I’m hard as hell for her, but I also have a need to take care of her. I get that it doesn’t happen a lot for her, so I push my own desires down and focus on what she needs instead.

I take my time massaging the shampoo into her hair. She gives me total access, becoming like a doll, moving her head only when I move it. When I go to rinse her, I notice the showerhead detaches, so I bring it to her. She leans forward and rests her forehead on my chest as I run the water and my fingers through her hair till the shampoo is gone.

I then move to the conditioner and repeat the process. She’s putty in my hands, and I enjoy the trust she’s giving me to take care of her like this. It settles a part of me I didn’t even know I had. Never was the nurturing type, but for her, I am. Hell, I’m downright pussy-pedestalling her, and I fucking love it. She’s worth it.

When I get to soaping her body, I start on her back, then push her to the wall and arch back to get the rest of her. She stays with her shoulder blades anchored to the tile as I clean her body, gently caressing around every bruise I see. I have plans to kiss each and every one that I’m memorizing as I go.

When I bring the showerhead down on her this last time, I run it over her slowly, letting all the soap glide off her body in silky rivers. At the apex of her thighs, I see the shudder rack her body as the water flows over her pussy. I can’t tell if it’s the spray or her that’s making my stomach all wet, but I don’t move the showerhead away from her.

I push the button that changes the spray from a gentle rainstorm to a full-on torrential downpour. Pressing my hips closer to her, I balance more of her weight and hold her against the wall to keep her from falling with the way she bucks instantly.

I use my free hand to spread her pussy, giving it the full onslaught of pressure. Those whimpers are back, making my cock impossibly hard. It takes everything I have not to move a bit and sink into her loving folds.

Her breath hitches, and then she lets out a silent scream as she comes. I watch everything play across her face, mesmerized by how amazing she looks when she’s coming. I change the spray level back the second I see it’s too much for her, then rinse her once more before shutting off the water.

She’s jelly in my arms as we move out of the shower. I set a towel on the sink and place her on it. Stepping back, I get another towel and dry her off completely before using the same one to dry myself. I wrap it around my waist as I look through her drawers before finding the blow-dryer. Not one word of protest as I dry her hair, combing out the knots as I go.

Once I’m done, I toss the towel on the ground and pick up my girl. ’Cause that’s what she is: mine. I bring her to the bed and set her down gently. She deserves so much, probably more than I can give. But I’ll start here, kissing every mark on her skin till they’re gone and my own are in their place.

“I got scared today.” I kiss her feet. No marks on them, but I bet they hurt a bit from the heels.

“Why?”

“’Cause I didn’t know what was happening to you.” I look up at her, hoping she can see what I’m feeling. That I’ve never felt that in my life before today. That the unknown of what she was dealing with got to me more than anything ever has.

I continue to move up her legs, kissing freckles and bruises I see and any part that just calls for me to lay my lips against her skin.

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