Page 107 of Maximus

“Okay.”

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You ready for round two?”

A thrill raced up my spine and my pussy spasmed.

“Oh, yeah, you’re ready. Flip over, Eva. I want you on your hands and knees.”

His growled demand did crazy things to my insides—soft, sweet, hard, rough—I’d take Max Brown any way he wanted to give himself to me.

Chapter 30

After travelling almost ten hours, I wasn’t surprised the boys were exhausted. By the time we touched down in Anchorage, everyone was ready to call it a night. The excitement of flying on a private jet had worn off approximately one hour after takeoff—thank God for video games.

During the flight Anaya had been a godsend. She’d picked up on Eva’s apprehension and immediately went to work putting Eva at ease. I was unapologetically listening to their conversation even though I had a metric shit ton of intel reports to go over. My team had been busy gathering information on Icon and Madeleine Strotherby. The woman was in her eighties now. She worked as a fashion model, then went into acting and fashion design.

The world viewed Madeleine Strotherby as some sort of a saint, and with all of the money she’d publicly donated to charities around the world, I fully understood why people would think that. Personally, I found it distasteful, it looked to be more of a publicity stunt than an honest to God heartfelt giving.

Either way, Garrett had found what he’d been diligently looking for—Icon was indeed tied to Omni. And not only that, they were at the top of the pyramid so to speak.

So, with all of this new information, I should’ve been combing over the reports. But I hadn’t been. Instead, I’d listened to Anaya talk about Emerson and Tatiana. Anaya had been thorough in her recounting of how she’d met Kyle and the rest of us. She’d also filled Eva in on how Brooks met Tatiana and how Thad and Emerson had gotten back together after a decade’s long separation.

It felt odd listening to Anaya. I’d lived those missions—hell, Anaya wasn’t around when Brooks and Thad had hooked up with their wives, yet her perspective reminded me how strong the women were—how close they’d all become. The longer I’d listened, the more I wanted that for Eva and her boys and I was grateful Anaya was doing her part to welcome Eva into the women’s friendship. She was trusting Eva with a hell of a lot of personal information.

When they’d moved on to shopping and other shit to do in the Annapolis area, I’d quit listening. But not before I vowed to make an effort to get everyone over to the house so Eva could start bonding with Emerson and Tatiana.

Now we were lying in bed after Eva had tucked in the boys in the adjoining room. Her soft body was curled into mine and I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so content doing nothing more than holding a woman. Hell, I couldn’t remember a time being content, period. But with Eva tucked close, her hand on my chest, mine on her hip, I was just that.

“I still can’t believe the stories Anaya told me,” Eva murmured. “It makes what happened to me sound tame.”

There was nothing tame about having your children kidnapped and harmed, forced to commit a felony, then dodging a hitman hired to take you out. But I wasn’t going to bring her ex into our bed. She had enough on her mind with our meeting scheduled first thing in the morning.

Tex was one step closer to tracking down the man who’d set her house to explode and had successfully detonated her car, but he was still out there somewhere. Thankfully, we were in a hotel in Alaska and he was not. One less thing to worry about, though I still wished my team had been able to come along.

Eva’s hand started to wander and my all-too-eager cock lengthened in my sweats. Her fingertips trailed down to my waistband and my muscles involuntarily bunched as she got closer to the one mark on my body that still burned my soul.

“Sorry,” she mumbled and quickly moved higher.

Before I could think better of it, I grabbed her hand and placed it back where she had it.

“I got it in Afghanistan,” I told her.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured.

My eyes drifted closed and I let her soft, sweet voice seep down deep to my core.

“We cleaned a house and there was a woman, she was crying and carrying on about her son being taken. Her English was horrible and the interpreter was translating, trying to calm her down. When suddenly she stood and started yelling that her son was dead. I stepped closer to calm her down and missed it when she pulled a knife from her abaya. Before I could step back, she stabbed me. The woman had impeccable aim, she got me under my plate carrier. Thankfully, when she hit my belt, she couldn’t saw through that.”

“Oh my God,” Eva gasped.

“I got incredibly lucky that day. She did just enough damage I had to be medivacted out.”

“What happened to the woman? Did someone arrest her?”

“Arrest her?”