Psycho (The Line Walkers #2)

15. Chapter 15 – Olivia

Chapter 15 – Olivia

L iving in Maddox Renner’s presence every single day was like something out of one of my favorite rom com movies. Sure, there were fewer flower deliveries and boom box serenades, and more blood-stained fucks, and dark stories like that of the woman he killed a while ago.

But it was perfect for us.

Even if the start to our relationship was weird and unconventional, we had fallen into a rhythm and normalcy I never wanted to give up. There were times I missed my old life before the Velvet Cage, where I lived one hundred percent on my own terms, coming and going and doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to. I made my own rules and interacted with who I wanted, whereas with Maddox, I sometimes felt a little like a priceless bird in the gilded cage, but I recognized his care and affection for what it was.

He felt in control of my safety when we were in his building, and I couldn’t fault him for wanting to keep me safe and happy. Especially because the baby in my belly was growing rapidly. I was an easy target for someone looking to enact revenge, and I refused to just lie down and give myself up.

I followed his rules and stayed secluded in his massive and very comfortable living spaces, both his and mine, as we moved back and forth, like a kept mistress. Really, it wasn’t such a bad gig.

Leaving the hospital where I had my twenty-week anatomy scan to check the baby over, head to toe, was a weird, otherworldly experience. We came home with another long strip of black and white sonogram photos I planned to hang on the fridge with the others as soon as I broke the news to Peyton.

Among the second strip of photos, there was an envelope. And in that envelope was a picture with the baby’s gender revealed and labeled, yet neither of us had seen it yet.

We both wanted to find out that news together, not in front of a stranger where we could process it all in our own time. I also felt like I couldn’t open it until I completely embraced the fact that in less than twenty weeks, I’d be a mom.

And Maddox would be a dad.

God, his steadiness in the entire thing was mind blowing. How could a man be so sure about something so foreign to him? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

But in a way, I didn’t have to, because it wasn’t just words, he used to assure me he was in it for the long haul. His actions covered any doubt I had left. Every single day, the man woke up and took care of me. Every single day, the man saw to my every need. Every single day, the man showed me his devotion without a single fault.

And I was fucking shaken by it.

And loving it.

I really fucking loved it. And I was falling in love with Maddox too, as wild as that was on its own. I had never been in love before, in my early twenties, I rebelled against what my parents had always imposed on me in an attempt to finally have control over my own destiny. Which meant I slept around, taking advantage of commitment free sex with men who turned me on, and I never regretted that.

But I never loved.

I never cared about the men I used for fun. The same way they never cared about me.

Subsequently, meeting Maddox, even in a messed-up situation like we did, felt so weird to begin with. Now, however, we were in a rhythm and a sense of normalcy day in and day out, and I never wanted to lose it.

Which was why I was standing in my kitchen, watching some YouTube episode of Martha Stewart’s, pausing it every five seconds to copy whatever she was doing, in an attempt to make Maddox dinner.

The man cooked for me every day, and he was so good at it. I wanted to repay him for his time and efforts, even if I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. If I was going to be a mom, I needed to figure it out.

Martha’s voice guided me as I flipped the pork chop over in the pan, sprinkling a little salt and pepper onto it as it seared, before moving over to the next pan, where some rice risotto was trying to burn itself into a hockey puck.

But not on my watch.

Not this time.

I was going to make everything perfect, simply because Maddox deserved it.

He would be coming over any minute now, after some work session with Dane over at his apartment, which meant I was running out of time. I turned the burners off, confident that everything was ready and covered the pans before ripping the apron off and running into my bedroom to get dressed. I didn’t trust myself to get dressed before cooking his dinner, because that was a surefire way to ruin my outfit before he saw it.

And the outfit I had planned deserved to be seen before it was ripped off.

I pulled on the champagne sweater dress and buttoned it up, stopping right below my breasts so they were seductively on display. It stopped right above my knee, and I pulled up the white thigh-high stockings that had little lace ruffles on the tops to match the lace bralette I wore under it, peaking out around the deep cleavage showing.

Although far from sexy, the outfit worked perfectly since I was pregnant and we were staying in the apartment’s warmth and safety.

It was girly, sweet, but also sexy, and I couldn’t wait to see Maddox when he came in.

“Storm.” His deep voice called out and my body tingled as I rubbed my perfume into my neck and then put my necklace on.

“Coming.” I sang seductively before scurrying out so he wouldn’t come to find me in the bedroom. If he found me before I got out of the bedroom, we’d never make it back to the kitchen, thanks to the man’s insatiable appetite for me.

Well, to be fair, it was usually me that initiated sex, but that was always after he got me off with his mouth or hands first. Maddox Renner was obsessed with making me orgasm, even if there was no plan or time for him to find pleasure.

And it was mind-boggling.

But tonight was all about him.

“Hi,” I breathed as I cleared the hallway and found him lifting lids off of the pans on the stove. He froze with one raised halfway up when he saw me. I could feel his eyes roaming down my body, from the deep view of my breasts to the couple of inches of skin showing above my thigh highs and back up.

“Damn.” He growled, dropping the lid, which made a loud clanging as he walked around the massive island in the kitchen toward me. “Dinner smells delicious,” He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me flush to him, “But you smell better, baby.”

I smiled up at him as he lowered his lips to my neck and inhaled and then purred for me when I dragged my nails up the back of his freshly showered scalp.

He wore a pair of blue jeans and a flannel, unbuttoned with nothing on under it, and I could feel his body harden against my stomach as he kissed me.

“We need to eat dinner, or it will burn.” I argued, though I didn’t work hard to get him to back up. “And I worked damn hard on it.”

Begrudgingly, he backed up, “You’re right.” He kissed my lips once and then put a space between our bodies, “You’re going to need your strength for what I’m going to do to your body tonight looking this good.”

I swatted him away and led him to the table, pushing him down in the chair as I plated our meals and carried them over. Smirking to myself, I could almost feel the urge inside of him to stand up and force me to sit while he served me, but he stayed put like a good boy.

When we were both settled, I watched him expertly slice into his pork, the rich aroma filling the air, before lifting a generous piece to his mouth and meeting my gaze.

“How is it?”

He chewed and set his silverware down, “This is the best damn pork I’ve ever had, Storm.”

“You’re lying.” I argued, but he shook his head and leveled me with an intimidating dark stare.

“I don’t lie. Not to you. It’s really good, babe. It’s not dried out at all or anything.”

“Really?” I cut into the pork and took a bite, surprised by how juicy it was and then relaxed, “Damn. Martha knows how to cook a pork chop.”

Maddox chuckled and shook his head, taking a bite of the other sides and eating them. “What made you want to go to all of this trouble tonight?”

I licked my lips, taking a sip of sparkling water and clearing my throat before answering him. “Do you really want the answer to that?” I questioned, “It might make it harder to finish your meal.”

He squinted slightly and put his fork down, steepling his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Now you have to tell me.”

I grinned and mimicked his posture, resting my chin on my fingers. “I have been edging myself all damn day long, thinking about all the ways I’m going to worship your body tonight. The things you do to me every single time we’re together have inspired me to be a giver tonight, instead of just taking all the pleasure you always give me. So, eat up,” I raised an eyebrow at him and sat up to my full height as I picked my fork back up. “Because you’re the one that’s going to need the strength tonight, baby.”

He growled and his nostrils flared, but he silently picked his fork up and finished eating, staring right at me the entire time like a man possessed.

When I finally finished all that I could eat, thanks to the nerves fluttering in my stomach, I slowly rose from the table, picking up both of our plates and carried them to the sink. As I turned around to go back for more, I found Maddox crowding me in with a starving look in his eyes. “Madd.”

“Extremely.” He growled. “Psycho, in some ways.”

I grinned, not shying away from the darkness growing in his gaze. “Let’s get started then.” I slid my hands over his bare stomach, loving the way the coarse hair felt against my fingers as I dragged them up over his massive pecks and then to his shoulders, pushing his unbuttoned red flannel wide and over his arms. “You won’t be needing this for what I have planned.”

“What exactly is the plan here, Storm?” He tried, but I shushed him with my finger of his lips as I took his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom, turning off lights as I went. When we got to the open doorway of my room, I watched his face when he saw what I had planned for him, laid out.

“Is that a—?”

“Massage table.” I purred and pulled him further into the room. “Complete with aromatherapy lotion, a warming pad, and if you’re a good boy and let me do this without grumping, there will be a happy ending to rival all happy endings.”

“Storm.” He growled, eyeing me up and I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want me to give him what I was offering. He didn’t know how to accept it.

“Lay down baby,” I pressed my body against his, “Let me take care of you tonight.”

“I don’t know how.” He replied, weaving his fingers through the fabric of my skirt, just below my ass.

“I know.” I kissed his chin, since he refused to lean down so I could get his lips as he fought with his self-deprecating vices. “Let’s start with just taking these off.” Slipping my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, I popped the button free, taking the decision making away from him. I gazed up at him as I dragged his zipper down and then pushed everything down to his knees. “You’re doing great so far.” As I kissed my way down his chest and sank to my knees, I trailed my lips down his body, helped him kick off his pants, and found myself face to face with my favorite toy in the world.

“Get off your knees, Storm.” Maddox interrupted me before I could even touch his throbbing cock, pulling me to my feet with his strong hands. I pouted pathetically, and he rolled his eyes like I was a handful, but then sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Tell me why you want to do this for me.”

“To make you feel special.” I replied instantly. “To take care of you, even if it doesn’t come close to repaying you for all you’ve done for me.”

“You don’t need to repay me.” He groaned, “That’s not why I do it, I’m not looking for anything in return.”

“I know.” I patted his rumbling chest to calm him down and get off his tirade. “You’re the most loyal, selfless and dedicated man I’ve ever met, Maddox. And it makes all the rough and independent feminist parts inside of me cry tears of agony every single time I let you take care of me.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes at my flare for dramatics, but stayed quiet as I went on. “It also warms something inside of me I didn’t realize had grown so cold over the years. Your dedication to me and this baby and my entire fucking predicament has changed the physical shaping of my brain matter, allowing me to relax and soften to your protection and domineering, smothering cave dweller affection.” I giggled before I finished the sentence, and he pursed his lips. “So let me turn the tables tonight and give back just a little something to you.” I saw he remained unconvinced, so I used exaggerated gestures, pouting and batting my eyelashes at him. “Please let me rub your delicious body down and then suck on your cock until you come down my throat, Psycho. I need it.”

He growled, the sound rising across the quiet room as he clenched his teeth. Without another word, he turned away and walked over to the massage table and pulled back one of the fancy, lush blankets. “How do I lay on this thing?” He eyed the hole in the headpiece, and I could physically feel how out of sorts the entire situation was making him.

I quickly joined him at the table, folding the blanket down and rubbing my hand over the heated surface below, “Face down baby. I’ll do the rest.”

He said nothing else but climbed up on the table, glaring at me as he tucked his even harder cock down so he could lie flat and then dutifully, and a bit begrudgingly, laid his face down in the rest and waited.

I quickly covered up his lower half, moving to get the rest of my supplies before stripping out of my dress, leaving me in only the thigh-high girlie socks. When I returned to his side, I clicked the playlist on my phone, bathing the room in soft spa music that had a tempo to it that just made my blood flow a little faster to certain parts of my body.

“Thank you for playing along with me, Psycho.” I tutted, coating my hands in the pre-warmed lotion, and lowered them to the center of his back.

He grunted in response but said nothing else as I started sliding my hands up and down the length of his back, turning my knuckles over into his muscles, drawing other noises from his lips that sounded a bit like he was enjoying it.

Smiling to myself, I kept working his body over, no longer paying attention to how my body was warming with each stroke of my hands over his body but focused on his pleasure only. Even if I wanted to climb on top of him and ride him like a bull already, I’d wait until he got a full massage out of the process.

I worked my way over each of his shoulders, enjoying the way his noises were slurring together in what I hoped was still bliss. I didn’t realize I craved the feel of his body until the lotion covered me to the elbows and arousal soaked me between my thighs—it was an aphrodisiac. God, I knew the man was built and sturdy, but having free rein to touch him was something else.

He was always the one touching me, pleasuring me, seeing to my needs and the switch in roles was empowering.

After seeing to his arms and his neck, I turned and gently pulled the blanket down and off the end of the bed. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension building between us as I stood next to the table and started slowly rubbing my hands up and down the length of his massive thighs.

Every single inch of the man was dominant and manly. And his thighs were no exception to the rule as I pushed my knuckles through the grooves of his muscles, pulling my first official moan from his lips since I started my endeavor.

In the darkness, I grinned triumphantly and repeated the motion, feeling the tension in his muscles give way under my touch as I massaged from the base of his tight ass to the bend behind his knee, working him into putty one leg at a time.

On the next upward glide of my hands, I rubbed the inside of his thigh right below his sack that was slightly visible and he moaned again, tightening his hands into fists where they lay at his side.

He was fighting the urge to touch me, I could tell, and after a few more strokes, getting closer and closer to his groin, he gave in, cupping the back of my thigh in his large hand and squeezing. “Storm.” My name sounded like a plea and a demand, all wrapped into one.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I hummed, sliding my slick hands between his thighs and brushing against his taint.

“Be careful, woman.” He hissed in an unrecognizable voice as his hand tightened around my thigh.

“Are you enjoying it?” I brushed up against it again, but this time I didn’t immediately remove my fingers, instead I gently circled them and his hips flexed and he squeezed every muscle in his body. “Madd.”

“Yes!” He snapped, “But stop.” I pulled my hand from his body and he rolled over onto his back in a huff, revealing his rock-hard cock standing to attention with an angry purple head. His black eyes found mine and in the dim candlelight they reminded me of scenes from that witch show with three sisters I watched as a kid when men turned into their demon form. “If you touch me there again, I’m going to come.” He put one arm behind his head and with the other, he wrapped his enormous fist around his hard shaft and stroked it. “And you promised me I could come down your pretty little throat.”

I purred in excitement as his eyes fell to my breasts as he stroked his cock and I eagerly wrapped my hands around this thickness, taking over for him. “You’re so right, Sir, I’m sorry.”

As I bent over to lick the tip of his cock, his hand instantly nestled between my thighs and his fingers found my wetness with little effort, sliding up into my body, making us both moan with pleasure. “You wanted to suck my cock, Storm. Then fucking suck it.”

I moaned at the way his dominant words hit their mark with my kinky side and took as much of him as I could into my mouth and hummed around him, sucking it like a pro. His stomach tensed as he curled up to watch me swallowing his cock as he played with my clit.

“Like this, baby?” I ran my wet lips over the crown of his cock in a seductive but light fashion and then smiled sinisterly, “Or like this, Psycho?” Dragging my teeth over the bulbous head as I cupped his balls, massaging that spot beneath them that made him wild before. I wanted his unfiltered fierceness.

I wanted my Psycho.

“Just like that.” He thrust his fingers into my body again and then dragged them up through my crack to my ass and circled it before putting pressure against my back entrance. “Are you enjoying this?” He mocked me, repeating my words from earlier, but instead of hiding from the pleasure he was giving me like it could somehow embarrass me, I embraced it.

“Fuck yes,” I arched my back and pushed my ass into his hand, giving him better access and he took it, pushing one finger into my ass. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

“You’re going to feel me blow, baby,” He rasped as his body tightened up underneath me. “I’m coming.”

I pushed my mouth down onto him and felt him erupt as he roared his manly cry of ecstasy while he came. The entire time he came, he played with me, giving pleasure as he took it like the true Dom that he was. Never were my needs not met and as I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, I reached with my own orgasm, coating his fingers with wetness and digging my nails into his thighs while I rode the high.

My knees felt weak from the power and the crash of pleasure as I laid my forehead on his thigh but before I could give into my desire to let my body fall to the ground, he swung his legs off the table and lifted me into his arms.

No one had ever carried me before, not even before I started growing a watermelon in my stomach, but Maddox did it with ease and I felt so feminine in his arms like I wasn’t a plus size woman.

“Troublemaker.” He whispered against my temple as I snuggled into his chest further. He knelt on the bed and laid me down in the center of it and before he could pull away, I wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure he came with me, making him chuckle. “Afraid I’m going to leave?”

“Just making sure you don’t.” I grinned up at him as he pushed my thighs apart and laid between them.

“I’m not going anywhere, Storm. Ever.” Maddox stared down at me before lowering his lips to mine. The softness and sensuality behind the kiss felt off given the indecent things we had just done, but I melted into it, letting his passion ground me. When we finally parted, he rested his forehead against mine and grinned, lightening the mood. “What exactly are these?” Running his hand over my thigh high socks, he played with the lace hem against my inner thigh.

“These are called Maddox kryptonite.” I joked, and he nodded sheepishly. “Do you like them?”

His eyes glowed in the dim candlelight as he looked away from the lace and up to my eyes, “I think I’m going to need to do some further scientific studying of them before I can answer truthfully.” Sitting up on his knees, he ran both of his enormous hands from my thighs, down my calves and over my feet, covered in the soft white fabric. I watched, fully engrossed in him as he lifted my feet to his chest and then ran his hands back down my legs, opening them and folding my knees out wide as he went. With any other man, being on display in such a position of vulnerability would have driven me nuts. But with Maddox, I simply tucked one arm behind my head to watch him explore my body like it was his right.

Because it was.

I was his.

If he wanted to play and explore me, I had no qualms about it.

“How’s the research coming along?” I asked as he ran his hands back up the length of my legs, but kept my thighs spread for him like his good girl would. The growl that rumbled in his chest said he approved as he finally tore his eyes away from my exposed body to my eyes.

“It’s proving to be very enlightening.” He grinned devilishly. “Now roll over.” He used his hold on my thighs to spin me over so I was on my knees with absolutely no effort on my part before giving me a gentle push between my shoulder blades so I was bent over for him. “I think I want to research something else now.”

“Oh yeah,” I looked over my shoulder, spreading my thighs and arching my back to present for him. “What exactly is the subject of your study this time?”

He slowly lowered his lips to my ass cheek, kissing one before moving over to the other one and then kissing his way in towards the center. “I want to see how many times I can make you come with my tongue in your ass.”

“Jesus Christ.” I snorted, but it died on a moan when he buried his face in my cheeks and went to work. “Fucking hell, Psycho.” I cracked my neck and put my hands on the headboard, arching even more for him and pushing back against his face. “Good boy.”

He slapped my ass for the chide and I moaned louder as he added a second and a third while he explored. “I’ll be your good fucking boy, Storm. And then I’ll be your good fucking psycho. However you want me, I’ll be so damn good for you.”