“Max?” Panic cut through the fog in my head. “Max, what’s wrong?” I thrashed against the restraints, but my muscles wouldn’t obey. It was like the more I tugged, the weaker I got.
Then it hit me. The woozy, double vision, the swirling room.
Fuck… the drink. Oh God, the drink.
The door creaked open and Hunter stepped inside. No hurry. No surprise. He walked to the bed and grabbed a handful of Maggie’s hair, yanking her head up to show me her vacant, drugged eyes.
He didn’t say anything, just let go and let her fall back to the sheets like a broken doll.
The bruises on her back hit me like a fist to the chest—primal rage exploded through me. I threw myself against the bonds, leather tearing into my skin until I could smell blood. I was supposed to be strong, but I wasn’t.
“Max.” My voice came out soggy, drenched in a weight I couldn’t control, before my vision tunneled and the world went black.
“Oh, shit!” Katie giggled.
Her voice snapped my eyes open. Unfortunately, I remembered exactly what I was doing before I passed out, what I was wearing, and what I wasn’t.
“What are you—? Why are you?—???”
“Ah—fuck.” I pulled my leg up to try and hide myself.
“You know, Graham, I’ve seen your dick more times than I can count on one hand, and while Iamcurious… Maggie’s never invited me in here with you, so I’m a little confused as to why you’d text me instead of her.”
“I didn’t text you.”
“Uh, yeah, yah did, dummy.” Katie held up her phone and showed me the text.
Officer McTrampstamp: Come to Maggie’s. I need help. Hurry.
“Officer McTrampstamp?” I asked under my breath. “Nice.”
“What?” She shrugged. “What else should I call you?”
“Oh… I don’t know… how about Graham? Jesus.” I flung my head back and smacked it on the headboard. I groaned. “I don’t fucking care, just get me out of these things.” I shook my hands. The buckles of the cuffs clinked against the wood.
Katie kneeled on the bed and unbuckled the straps. “Now, Mr. Locke,” she said, pitching her voice into something authoritative. “Have you thought about what you’ve done?”
“Katie, I swear to God?—”
“Okay, okay… Geez, someone’s crabby in cuffs.”
After the first cuff was undone, I undid the next and jumped out of bed, searching for my clothes.
“Where the fuck are they?” I held a sheet up over my groin and turned to Katie, who’d apparently been staring at my ass judging by the pink flushing up her neck and resting on her cheeks.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I threw my arms in the air, dropped the sheet, and wagged my dick at her. “There! Get it out of your system. Take a nice long gander. If you’ve seen it so much, you’d think its appeal would wear off.”
She snickered. “Actually… I was blushing because of the collar and the leash hanging from your neck. I’ve always had a thing for boys who know how to obey.”
Jesus Christ.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you just help me find my fucking clothes, Katie?”
“Mmm-hmm. ‘Course I can.” She searched around the room, picking up blankets, looking behind the nightstands, and under the chair, while I sat back on the bed and removed the collar. “But Graham, I do have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“If you didn’t text me… who did?” she asked, handing me a boot.
