Psycho (The Line Walkers #2)

12. Chapter 12 – Olivia

Chapter 12 – Olivia

“ I can’t believe he didn’t—” I pursed my lips, barely refraining from complaining about not getting dicked down before Maddox left on a hunt with Dane.

“Didn’t what, exactly?” Peyton raised her brows from behind her hard cider on the other end of the couch. “Please, finish that sentence.”

“Fuck me!” I cried dramatically, throwing my head back against the couch. “He was supposed to fuck me, but your husband stole him.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes. “You act like you can’t wait a few hours.”

“I can’t.” Sticking my bottom lip out, I whined. I didn’t tell her how my wild hormones were making my unfilled kitty literally throb as she spoke, but I was running out of excuses to avoid the conversation. And I was a little excited to share the news, too. Terrified, but a little excited. “We haven’t—you know. We were finally going to break the tension building and then BAM! interrupted.”

My future didn’t look so bleak and uncertain now that Maddox vowed to stay by my side and help me through it. Maybe telling my sister she was going to be an aunt would help build that excitement a little more, too. Or it could go totally upside down wrong and I would feel worse about myself after.

“Well, Dane needed help with something so,” She shrugged. “Guess you’re stuck with me for a while longer.”

“Rude.” I deadpanned and then giggled when she poked her toe into my leg.

“I kind of like having you around and accessible again.” She said, looking down at the blanket between us. “I’ve missed you.”

I didn’t tell her what I had been up to the last year or so, but I didn’t need to. It was pretty evident that Dane filled her in on the story. Even though she was busy with her new husband, and I was busy with my mess, I still felt guilty. “I’m sorry.”

She waved me off, “I know you were in over your head. I just wish you would have come to me before it got to this point.”

There was nothing else to say to that, so I didn’t bother. Not really sure why, but her disappointment in me chapped my ass more than it should have. Instead, I kept my mouth shut about my news and turned my attention back to the movie we were watching.

There was nothing a little Coyote Ugly couldn’t fix.

I fell asleep sometime after one, giving up on Maddox coming back as I crawled into bed.

His bed, not mine.

Was there any protocol for a midnight booty call with the man who vowed to be a pseudo dad to your fatherless, unborn baby, whom you hadn’t actually ever fucked and only barely got to ride his face and lick his cock? If there was, I was too horny to care what it was.

Was I desperate? Yes.

Was I needy? Yes.

Was I pathetic and naked in his bed, literally dripping for his cock without knowing when he’d finally show up? Bingo.

Peyton had left a little before eleven, driving Dane’s car back to Hartington after he called her and told her they were going to be busy longer than expected. But my eyes were too heavy to stay open any longer, so I went to bed.

In my dreams, I could feel his warm, rugged body pressed against mine as I whimpered and cried out with pleasure while he satisfied me. Only after the second fantom orgasm did I wake up and realize they weren’t dreams or fantom orgasms at all.

As I finally forced my blurry eyes to open, I pulled the blankets up off my chest and found the man laying between my legs, feasting on my body like it was his last meal. “Madd.” I moaned, arching my back and stretching.

“There you are.” He chuckled, “I wondered how many times I could make you come in your sleep.”

“Cock.” I mumbled sleepily. “Now.”

He kissed his way up my body until he laid between my legs, sliding the thick length of his cock through my wetness, coating it.

“My pretty little Storm wants my cock?” He teased, sucking on my nipples and working me up further. “I thought I was going to steal a quick shower and then come over and sneak into your bed, but instead I came home and found your sexy naked body sprawled out in my bed, just begging for my cock.”

“Yes. You promised to fuck me.” I fought through the haze of desire and delirium as he kept playing with me. “So, fuck me, already.”

“Beg me.”

“Please, Maddox. Please.”

“Try again, Storm.” He growled, pinching my nipple as I came spontaneously, coating his cock with my cream and finally opening my eyes enough to see him clearly as I crashed over the other side of it. “I don’t want your pretty trivial words; I want the ones that prove to me you know exactly who you’re about to be fucked by. Prove to me you understand who I really am.” He looked wild with his hair blown in different directions and grime on his skin, and it all kind of clicked. My perfect fucking psycho.

“Fuck me, Psycho.” I purred. “Push that big thick cock deep into my pussy and claim it. We both know once you’re there, I’ll never take another one again. You’ll ruin me for anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right,” He hissed, pulling one leg over in front of him so I was lying on one hip with my shoulders still flat on the bed. “My girl.”

“Mmh,” I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as he pushed the head of his cock through my pussy lips and into me. He only gave me the head as he held my knee back before pulling out and then doing it again. “Fuck, you’re so thick.”

“Open your eyes, Storm.” He demanded, and I looked up at him again as he leaned forward and kissed me. “Look at me as I claim you.”

“Is that blood?” I finally saw that the grime on his skin wasn’t dirt, but dried crimson stains splattered across his neck and chest like he’d used a chainsaw on a body or something.

“Things got a little out of hand.”

“You let your psycho free, didn’t you?” I asked as he pushed halfway inside of me, making me moan for him.

“For you.” He growled, pulling out and then slowly, inch by inch, fed me his entire cock as he stared at me through the dim lighting. “I let him free there, so I’d be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want your softness, Madd. I want your true self.” As I shifted my hips and arched my back, I opened myself up to him for the next thrust, resulting in a shared moan when he reached the deepest point. “Just like this.” I dragged my nails down his chest, over the splatters as he leaned down to suck on my nipple. “That’s it, baby.” I cried as he reached between my thighs and pinched my clit.

“Come on my cock, Storm. Milk me. Take my come and feel my claim on this tight fucking cunt.”

I rolled my hips, riding his cock from beneath as he fucked me in long, painstakingly perfect thrusts while he sucked on my breasts and rolled my clit. He was working my body over in a way that no one ever had, giving me everything I could dream of and making me come yet again.

“Fill me up.” I cried, digging my nails into his pecks as I came. I felt the skin break under them as I pierced his flesh and he roared, slamming deep over and over again. Watching Maddox Renner come, feeling him fill my body with his claim and hearing the words of affirmation he gave me at the height of his pleasure, was hands down the most humbling thing I’d ever experienced before. “That’s it. Show me how psycho you really are.” I purred for him, smoothing my hands down his chest as he hung his head, slowing his thrusts but still giving me every inch of his cock from root to tip as we both came off the high.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out, and I thought he’d fall down in bed beside me, but instead he pulled my legs apart and opened me to his hungry eyes. Even in the dim light, I could see where he was looking as he stared down at my entrance. My entire body tingled with the intensity of what had just passed between us in the darkness and as his black eyes slowly slid up to mine, he growled one word that encompassed everything that happened.

“Mine.”