Page 27 of Climbing Everest

Maddox

Y ou ever have one of those weird dreams where the person is supposed to be someone you know, yet looks different? Or the kind where it’s supposed to be you, but you’re watching yourself like an out of body experience and the person doesn’t look, think, or act like you?

That’s how I feel right now.

Everyone thinks I went insane after Dima told us Everest aborted the baby and ran off with some unnamed cocksucker.

But I didn’t believe that. Not at first, anyway. I really thought he was hiding her from us, or she needed us. I constantly searched for her; I would hide in the woods surrounding the Sidorov estate for weeks on end for a single glance of her.

After a while, Brix and Kato demanded I accept she was gone, that we had been played for fools, convinced me she was as sick and twisted and fucking evil as her father.

And they were the ones who’d been wrong.

Maybe if I hadn’t stopped looking I could have found her sooner. If she was stripping and sucking dick for money, she obviously needed someone to take care of her, to watch over her, to protect her.

And we could have found out the truth sooner and put Dima in the ground right beside Christos.

Yeah, everyone thinks I’m insane. Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m the only sane one .

“I knew you wouldn’t run away from us,” I admit as I wrap her second foot with gauze. I can’t believe she walked across the shattered glass in her bare feet.

To keep me from running off halfcocked and getting myself killed.

Actually, now that I think about it, I guess I can believe it. Especially after what she went through to protect us. Or in her head, she was protecting us.

“I mean, after a while, I started to believe what your dad said and all that shit. Because I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find anything about you. I thought…like, if you ran off with some high roller Bratva fucker, wouldn’t there have been some kind of announcement? A wedding? Pictures?”

Her arms are wrapped around her middle as she listens to me, and I hate the way her pretty gray eyes are shiny with unshed tears. Her tears have always been my undoing.

Fuck. Who am I kidding? All it has ever taken for her to get anything and everything she wants from me is a simple look, a smile, a fake pout. I have always been and always will be absolute putty in her hands.

What struck me as funny is the way Brix and Kato were all gung-ho about punishing her, forcing her to marry Kato in some big, lavish public affair when all I wanted was to have her back in my arms. And I would have forced her into my bed regardless of what she wanted, even if it was only to feel her warm body beside mine again.

Brix fucked her. Damn it. There’s no other explanation for why she was naked when I first got here.

Not that I noticed at first. I mean, yeah, I did. I also noticed her pink nose and cheeks and swollen eyes, as though she’d been crying. Brixton has never been the kind of dude who would force himself on anyone, but…well, this is Everest. The love of our lives. The woman who broke us, shattered us.

Ruined us.

And now she’s here, back in our lives. I can only hope all those little slivers of my heart will slide back into place and mend, and I’ll become whole again instead of this shell of a person I’ve resembled for so long.

“Can I see it?” I ask before we leave the bathroom.

She frowns at me.

I nod at her chest, though I’m not sure whether I’m asking to see the ruined marks from when I was nineteen or the tattoo spanning her chest from shoulder to shoulder.

She tries to pull the collar down, but can only reveal a little. So, without hesitation, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head until she’s completely naked in front of me.

Of course, I noticed her tits and pussy on full display when I sat her on the vanity, but I’d been more concerned with her torn, bleeding feet. Luckily, the injuries are fairly superficial and won’t cause her any long-term issues.

Now, I’m struggling to study the lines of each initial instead of diving face first between her tits or thighs, instead of tasting her and hearing those sweet moans I missed so much.

Where the original raised K is makes the fresh tattoo slightly distorted, but the slashes through all three initials also caused scarring on her skin.

“He knew it was us when he did this,” I say, running a soft fingertip along the ridges as rage and sorrow war for space in my head and heart.

He knew. He knew before Brix tried to ram through the gate. He knew before we started asking questions.

She tried to keep us safe by hiding our identities and staying away all this time, but he had to have known those letters stood for Brixton, Kato, and Maddox.

Dima Sidorov is a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.

“He knew it was us. That’s why he told everyone you ran off with someone else. To hurt us.” Nah. It’s not a concrete fact, but it sure as fuck feels like it as my fingers trail over the scars left by the person who should have protected her against the world. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

My voice has taken on that tone, the one Kato and Brix say makes me sound possessed. But I can’t help it, can’t force my voice to sound normal when rage is making me nearly feral.

I feel as though a beast is inside me, in my head and my chest, tearing and growling and snarling, trying to fight its way out to spill blood.

And I have every intention of letting that beast feed the first second I get.

“Remember that night? When we were making plans, and Kato said we have to be smart about it, that we couldn’t run off all willy nilly?” she says.

I huff a laugh, though a smile never appears on my lips. “I believe the phrase was halfcocked, but I get what you mean.”

She raises her chin and my girl stares directly into my eyes.

“I want revenge. I want to…is it bad to say I want my father dead? Because I do. I haven’t heard a word about my mom, whether she thinks the same thing everyone else does or if he told her the truth that I’m dead – or you know, he thinks I’m dead.

So, she’s off limits for now. But we need to make hard and fast plans, and we need to make sure Viktor is protected before we make a single move. ”

I frown at her, and a sense of possessiveness forces a growl into my chest. “Who the fuck is Viktor?”

For a second, she stares at me, tilting her head to the side. Then a smile tugs at her lips and she reaches for me, pulling me closer while widening her thighs to make room for me.

Fuck. The only thing separating my cock from absolute paradise is my fucking jeans.

“I forgot how sexy you are when you’re jealous.”

“Not jealous.” Jealous, as fuck . “Just curious as to who this Viktor fuck is and why we would need to protect him.”

She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck, scooting so close her bare tits are pressed against my chest. “We have so much to talk about. So much catching up to do.”

It feels as though the girl I fell in love with a lifetime ago is right here in front of me, as though no time has passed, as though we weren’t both completely ruined and changed by the actions of one fucking asshole.

She looks sad, angry. But she also looks determined.

Maybe kicking Kato in the balls was the best course of action for all of us.

Fuck, my wife is sexy.

After Kato forced me and Brix to clean up the mess from our brawl – Not my penthouse. Why the fuck did I have to clean? – we took Everest back to the house.

I still don’t know the full details of what happened that night, but I know enough to know my girl went through fucking hell. Without us.

And we hated her.

Well…I didn’t hate her.

I was angry, sure, but I was never fully convinced of Dima’s story, no matter how many times Kato and Brix said I needed to accept it and move on.

We all moved on in one way or another, but I’ve been abstinent for four motherfucking years.

Needless to say, having Everest naked in my arms in the bathroom and not plunging my cock balls deep into her cunt was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.

Almost as hard as my dick.

Everest is the only person I’ve ever been with… ever . She took my virginity and is the only person I’ve ever fucked.

It just never felt right. Even when she was gone and I sought out one-night stands like my brothers, I couldn’t stay hard enough to actually do anything…

if I could even get it up. It was like my dick was addicted, and the only way to ease the withdrawals was being inside Everest’s body.

I’m pretty sure my dick wouldn’t have cared whether it was her pussy, ass, or mouth.

From the moment we stepped into that roach motel she called home, I’ve been hard as stone. I go to bed with a boner and wake up just as hard and needy.

If I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to die from blue balls.

She’s in the shower at the moment and I’m pacing her bedroom, my attention constantly straying to the partially open door.

Did she leave it open as an invitation, or did she swing it half shut behind her out of habit?

If it was an invitation, wouldn’t it be rude if I don’t strip down and join her?

Pacing two more times, I figure…fuck it.

Tugging off the shirt I recovered from Everest after she pulled on her clothes so we could leave, I’m practically hopping to the bathroom as I shove my jeans down my legs.

She’s standing with her back against the spray, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

And looks like a fucking goddess.

Always so beautiful. My Everest was always a stunner, but the difference between eighteen-year-old E and twenty-two-year-old E…

Fuck.

My dick twitches and precum rolls from the seam as I reach for the glass door.

Her lids flutter open, her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open in surprise as I let myself in, stalk toward her, and lift her until she has to wrap her legs around my hips.

“Madd—”

I silence her with my lips. Not because I don’t want to hear what she has to say, but because I can’t wait another second to taste her, to feel her, to fill her.

Reaching between us, I slide a finger through her folds, moaning against her mouth at how wet, soft, and warm she is under my touch.

Fuck, I missed this.

I missed her.

I dip a finger inside her, swallowing her own moan, and smile against her lips when she gasps as I begin to slowly and shallowly push my finger into her tight, wet cunt.

The last thing I want to think about is how many men have touched her this way, how many have seen her naked, how many men might have felt her pussy or mouth wrapped around their cocks.

That unhinged side of me, the beast who took up residence when she disappeared rears its head and a deep, rumbly sound leaves my chest. I walk until her back hits the tile and air whooshes from her lungs.

A sense of possessiveness takes over, the need to impale her on my cock, to chase away the memory of any other asshole she might have fucked.

Holding her with one arm, I grip the base of my cock in my free hand, notch the head against her opening, and thrust forward hard and fast, not bothering to give her body time to adjust to the invasion, not giving her time to stretch around my girth.

Everest throws her head back, opening her mouth and crying out as I start a hard, punishing rhythm, determined to leave my imprint on her body and a piece of me in her soul.

“Maddox. Fuck. Holy…” She isn’t able to finish a complete sentence, only settling on single words and sounds as I grunt and groan at the feeling of her inner walls clenching and fluttering around me.

It’s been too long, I’m already so fucking close to blowing my load. I want this to last, but I’m not sure how long I can hold out with the way her cunt is strangling my dick.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your pussy so full it’ll be rolling down your thighs for days,” I grit out through clenched teeth, and it’s not a fucking lie. For four years, I’ve been saving my cum for this moment, for this woman, for my wife.

I might not have known for sure she was out there, but I don’t think my heart ever gave up hope of having her right here, with me, wrapped around me and wrapped in my arms again.

“Maddox,” she says, chanting it over and over as her tits bounce with every pump of my hips.

Far too soon, my sac tightens, tingling starts in my spine, then my cock is jerking as jet after jet paints her inner walls.

I don’t release her immediately, instead resting my forehead against her collarbone as I struggle to catch my breath. Water cascades over us and the steam billows into the room, coating the glass doors until it’s nearly impossible to see through them.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. “I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that. I never stopped, E.”

Finally pulling back to look into her face, I let my gaze bounce between her eyes, soaking in every single line of her face, memorizing any changes like the new freckles dusting her cheeks, the silvery scars near her hairline, even the way her gray eyes are bluer.

Meaning, even though I blew my load way too soon, my girl got off, too.

She presses her lips to mine, kissing me in these sexy little nips before saying, “I never stopped loving you, either,” against my mouth.