Chapter 27

Jayde

Adam thrusts into me and I gasp. He leans down and kisses me swallowing my moan. Then he starts moving slowly in and out of me. I thrust my hips up to meet him. He breaks the kiss.

“Let me know if this gets to be too much for you. I don’t want to aggravate your wound.” He says.
“Don’t stop.” I half moan.

He picks up speed and thrusts harder. We develop a rhythm. He leans down taking my nipple into his mouth and flicks it repeatedly with his tongue. Then while using one hand to support himself, he takes his other hand to play with my clit. I moan. He switches to my other breast and does the same thing. I’m so close. He gently bites my nipple and that sends me over the edge. As I orgasm, I can feel him getting harder and then he cums, too, deep inside me. He rolls over to his side, careful not to put his weight on me. We lay there and cuddle for a while.

Adam kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.

“I have been attracted to you since the day we met. I have been wanting to ask you out but I know Max has a hold on you. I want to fix that and have you all to myself.” He says.
“I didn’t know things could be so great with an older guy.” I say.
“How’s your wound?” He asks.
“It’s fine. And thank you, I really needed that. I needed the reminder that things can be good. But Max threatened to hurt my sister if I don’t do what he wants. So for now, I’m kind of stuck.”
“We’ll fix it.”

We get dressed and Adam orders us a pizza.

When the pizza arrives, Adam puts it on the coffee table in the living room. Then he goes into the kitchen. He comes back with a couple of beers. We sit on the couch and eat pizza and drink the ice cold beers. We talk while we eat.

“Let’s rethink our plan,” he says.
“Okay. He is already in love with me, or so he says. And I can’t kill him. I’ve proven that already. But he needs to pay for what he has done.” I say in a whisper like Max might appear and over hear us.

I realize I’m a little scared but I don’t let Adam see it. We continue to talk about the plan making a few changes here and there. Then Adam gets excited.

“What if we lure him somewhere and I take care of him? Then you wouldn’t have to. We could both get our revenge and he won’t be able to retaliate.”
“That could work. But where would we lure him? And how will we do it?” I ask.
“I’ll find us a place. Just like Dexter finds places to take his victims, we can do this.” He says. “Also, I know he has a secret room somewhere. See if you can find it. Maybe we can use it to trap him or something.”

We talk for a little while longer and then I head home.

When I get home, Max is not waiting for me. I check the house and he is not here. I quickly strip out of my clothes and take a shower. I have to wash Adam off of me before Max notices.

When my shower is done, I see Max standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He is smiling, but it looks wrong, kind of evil.

“How was your shower? You know I would have showered with you if you had waited for me.” His tone says he’s upset with me.
“Sorry, physical therapy was a killer today and I just needed to shower.” I lie.
“I am glad you are moving around better. You don’t seem to need my help anymore. But I’m still here if you need me.” He smiles again. “I’ll go make dinner while you get dressed and relax a little.” With that he turns and leaves the bathroom.

When I hear him heading downstairs, I let out a sigh of relief. That could have gone worse. I quickly dry off and get dressed. Then I head downstairs. I sit in the living room and turn the tv on. I flip through the channels looking for something to watch. I settle on CSI, it’s reruns but it will give me something to watch while I wait for dinner. Suddenly, Max is behind me. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.

“I just love the scent of your shampoo.” He says. “Dinner will be ready shortly.”
“Okay, thank you.” I mumble as he walks back to the kitchen. That was a little creepy.

Dinner smells delicious, as usual. Max really is a great cook. It makes me wonder where he learned to cook the way he does. We have had gourmet meals every time he cooks for me. Hmmm. I go back to watching CSI.

I can’t really focus too much on the show. I have so many thoughts running loose in my head. I’m a little anxious Max will find out that I slept with Adam this afternoon. As well as the new plan Adam and I came up with. And then there’s my sister and her recovery and what Max might do to her. Hell, what he might do to me if he finds any of this stuff out.

Another episode of CSI comes on. I try harder to focus on the tv and harder to avoid being in my head. It’s not a place I want to get stuck, at least not right now.

Halfway through the episode, Max comes into the living room.

“Dinner is ready,” he says with a smile. His foul mood seems to be gone and his smile doesn’t look creepy but instead it looks loving.
“I’ll be right there,” I say as I turn off the tv.

I walk into the dining room and on the table is all the food and candles. Before I can sit down, Max lights the candles and then turns off the lights. The glow from the candles makes it more intimate.

“Have a seat, baby girl. I made a caesar salad to start. Black bean soup to follow, and then the main course. Rotisserie chicken and garlic potatoes.” He says.
“It all looks so amazing. And I bet it is delicious.” I say as I sit in my usual place at the table. It’s the seat just to the right of his.

He places a salad in front of me and we begin eating. The food is delicious.

After we eat, we watch some tv for a bit. I start to doze off while watching the news. Max notices and turns the tv off. He picks me up and carries me bridal style up the stairs and puts me in bed. Then he strips to his boxer briefs and crawls in behind me. He wraps one arm around me and pulls me close. I lace my fingers with his as if Adam and I never happened. He kisses the back of my head and tells me to sleep.