Madden (Boston Bay Vikings #17)

7. Madden

7

MADDEN

The closer we get to the city, the quieter Tessa becomes. I'm not one for small talk either, but this time I'm more nervous than anything else. I haven't had anyone but friends in my apartment here in the city. My space has been my own, and I'm protective of it. Tessa doesn't know what a possessive asshole I can be, and I intend to keep it that way. At least for now.

I let out a loud sigh of relief as I pull into my spot under the building. Tessa turns and gives me a tentative smile. The need to touch her quickly grows as I lean closer and cradle her beautiful face in my hands. "So soft," I murmur, stroking her rosy cheeks with my thumbs. My eyes drift to her lips as I lean down and briefly capture them in a sweet kiss. "I don't remember the condition of my apartment," I tell her. "I left pretty quickly, so it could be a mess." I wince.

"Will I be able to tell another woman was in there?" she asks, her voice soft as her eyes search mine.

I brush my lips over hers again, holding her gaze. "No one but friends have been in my apartment, Tessa." I pause. "And just so there is no misunderstanding, I’m the only one who has used my bed in any way."

Tessa rolls her eyes and chuckles as she unbuckles her seat belt and slides out of the truck. "Then I guess we should remedy that, huh?" is her cheeky comeback.

I scramble out of the truck, meet her around the back and grab her bags. I pause mid-stride, waiting for her to turn and face me. When she does, a frown creases her brow.

"I want you to know that whatever this is between us is real and not a temporary distraction for me. I want you here with me. In my life. In my space. I want you to be mine."

Tessa tilts her head to the side, her eyes shining. "You don't scare me, Madden."

I drop the bags, take three steps, and pull her into my arms, my mouth taking hers hungrily. Our kiss deepens, the world around us disappearing. Tessa's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. My cock throbs hard and insistently behind my zipper. "Too many clothes," I mutter.

The sudden flash of bright light snaps our heads to the right. My stomach drops. A fucking photographer. Before I can wrap my brain around going after him, he scurries away like a fucking cockroach.

"Was that a reporter?” Tessa asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I quickly grab the bags, take Tessa's hand, and rush us to the elevator, my heart pounding. That bastard got a damn good shot of me and Tessa. I hate that. I want to keep her to myself for a while. I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them, I see Tessa's worried look. "He’s a blogger." I wince. "I'm sorry. The last thing I want is for both of us to be plastered all over social media."

With a heavy exhale, Tessa shakes her head. "It wasn't your fault, so don't apologize." She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. "Let's forget about him."

I agree, but worry is eating at me. I know how this guy is. He can be ruthless, and I can't shake the feeling that this won't be the end of it.

Inside my apartment, I quickly lock and chain the door. "Let me put these in the bedroom and I'll give you a quick tour." I open the bedroom door and sigh in relief at how tidy it is. I don't remember leaving it like this. Oh well. I toss the bags in and quickly close the door, thinking we can deal with this later. My cell phone buzzes in my pocket. Bradford.

You sloppy AH! You can thank me for the cleaning later :)

Surprised, I grin and reply

Thanks!

My eyes catch Tessa's as she watches me looking nervous and out of place. I grin and walk over to her, throwing my phone on the counter. "Bradford was here while I was off chasing you." I wink. "I was a little worried when I saw the bedroom because I distinctly remember not making the bed before I left." I chuckle. "He even put on clean sheets."

Tessa raises her eyebrows. "Bradford's your teammate, right?"

"Best friend, too." I reach out and start unbuttoning her coat, her eyes watching me. "Are you sure you want me here, Madden?"

I pause. “Sweetheart, I want you here. I just haven't given the state of my apartment a second thought since I decided to go out into snowmageddon to find you." I grin. "Getting inside you was definitely worth it."

She gasps and punches me in the shoulder. I laugh. "Will you stop fidgeting? I'm trying to get you naked."

"Why didn't you say so?" Tessa brushes my hands off her coat before tossing it on the couch. Her sweater follows, and halfway through removing the rest of her clothes, she raises an eyebrow in my direction. "Too many clothes, Madden."

"I like watching you," I counter, kicking off my boots.

It doesn't take long for her to strip. The sight of her makes my dick want to burst out of my jeans to get to her. She's fucking beautiful with dips and curves. Her breasts are large with hard nipples pointing in my direction. I swallow hard, not knowing where to begin with the feast laid bare for my pleasure alone.

Her skin glistens in the dim light, inviting me to touch every inch of her. As she walks towards me, a seductive smile plays on her lips. Dropping to her knees, she makes quick work of my belt and jeans as I watch her frozen in place. My heavy dick is free and in her face. I catch my breath as one of her hands circles me. A squeeze and a jerk of that hand has excitement leaking from the tip. She opens her mouth and I watch in fascination as her pink tongue comes out and swipes at the head of my cock. My legs tremble and my hands slide into her red hair.

She slowly takes me further into the hot little mouth, bringing me to the brink of release. It's the hottest thing to watch her. Having her on her knees with her mouth bulging with my dick. A hand slips between my legs and begins to massage my balls and the highly sensitive area between my balls and ass.

It takes a lot not to hold her to me and fuck her face with the force of my arousal. Then she does the unthinkable. Her eyes rise to mine and hold them as she takes me deep and swallows.

My eyes go wide as release rushes through me. Tessa moans around my pulsing flesh, sucking out my cum. My toes curl as I struggle to catch a breath. It takes me longer than usual to come to my senses after that epic blow job. Tessa is still on her knees, a pleased look in her eyes as her fingers play in the dark hairs surrounding my spent dick. "Your turn," I say hoarsely, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.