Chapter 27
Hadley
Iwake up and the other side of the bed is cold. My gut sinks instantly. My mind goes to worst-case scenario—she left.
I sit up, rubbing my hands over my face.
Maybe I imagined she was here. It was a dream, and she wa—
“Morning, cowboy.”
Maggie appears at the bedroom doorway, a tray in her hands. “Hungry?”
She crosses the room, placing the tray in the center of the bed. “Not as good as the ones at the diner we went to, but better than cereal?”
It’s all I can do to stare at her.
“I made coffee. It took a while to figure out your old pot system. And the maple syrup is out now.” She gives me a sheepish look.
Hell, I don’t care about the damn pancakes, the coffee, or the syrup.
All I want to do is toss the tray to the ground and devour this woman who’s been trying her hardest to take care of this invalid since she drove eight hours in the wee hours of the morning to get to me.
I slide the tray away and her brows fall.
“Come here, Sunshine.” My tone is no more than a gravelly sound.
She’s still in her T-shirt and panties, and fuck, they’re going to be on the floor pretty soon.
“You’re not hungry?” She drops to her knees and walks across the bed on them to where I’m sitting, arms up reaching for her.
“Fucking starving,” I growl.
As soon as she’s close enough, I grip her waist and pull her over my lap. She shifts her knees to straddle me, and her hair falls around her shoulders as she looks down at me, green eyes darkening by the second.
She dusts a kiss over my lips. “I’m actually pretty hungry.”
“You—”
She shakes her head and shuffles backward. Grabbing the sheet, she pulls it over her shoulders like a cape before disappearing underneath.
“Suns—”
Her grip tightens around my thighs.
I’m hard instantly.
Hell, I’ve been hard since last night in the damn bathroom, if I’m honest. She tugs at my boxers, and I push my palms into the mattress and lift up. They’re gone a heartbeat later.
A fine hand shoots out from under the sheet and pushes my chest down. I huff a laugh and lay back on the pillow.
Her grip takes my cock, and the last thing I want is to lay here.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. I growl, hands slipping under the sheet and finding purchase in her hair.
“Christ, Sunshine.”
She nudges my legs apart with her knees and slides me in over her tongue. She feels like heaven. Taking me in further, she sucks down, and the noise that rattles out of me is primal.
Fuck this.
I throw the sheet off and shift to my good knee, my other foot on the floor. Maggie rises on her knees on the mattress and looks up at me with those big green doe eyes.
Her chest is heaving with every stroke she makes over my cock.
Hands fisted in her hair, I guide my cock deeper into her mouth.
Tears well in her eyes.
“That’s it. Take it all. Fuck, look at you.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and her hand cups her breast. The little hum of pleasure she looses vibrates around my cock. If she keeps going, my cum is going to be sliding down her pretty throat.
I release my grip in her hair with one hand and slide it around her neck, tamping down the sweet little noises she’s making. The sensation dampens, and I slam into her mouth over and over. Her hand drops from her breast, finding her clit.
The last of my restraint tears away.
“You need to come all over my face. I need to see you fall apart.” I slide my cock from her mouth and she whimpers. “Remember how bossy I am, Sunshine?”
“I do.”
“Right. Sit on my face, beautiful.”
She huffs a strained noise.
Pulling the shirt from her body, I make quick work of her panties. I grab her wrists and lay back down, hauling her up above me until her knees straddle my head.
“Hadley . . .” she utters.
“Fuck, if I don’t taste you soon, I’m going to fucking implode. So sit down on my damn face already.”
Her hands curl around the old rustic headboard and she slowly lowers down. As soon as she’s in reach, I lift my head from the pillow and close my lips around her pretty little clit.
“Oh god,” she hums.
I growl out a satisfied sound.
That’s fuckin’ better.
Wanting everything she’s got, I run my tongue through her center.
My balls cinch with the taste of her. She’s soaked, so damn wet for me.
“Sunshine, fuck . . . you’re dripping for me, woman.”
“You seem to have that effect on me, cowboy.”
I chuckle against her pussy. She whimpers, rocking a little over my mouth.
She liked that.
“Tell me something funny,” I rasp.
“Funny?” Her gaze looks down, confused.
“Make me laugh, Sunshine. You like it.”
“Oh . . . um . . . What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where’s popcorn?”
I chuckle and she moans, grinding down on my face.
“Another one.”
“Why did the tomato blush? He saw the salad dressing.”
I huff out a groan. “That’s the corniest joke I’ve ever heard.”
She chuckles but it turns to a mewl when I run my tongue through her center, gripping her hips. Not letting up, I sweep my tongue over her clit, suckling it before biting down.
“Ha—”
My name disintegrates into a moan.
Best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
Removing my hand from her hip, I send two fingers inside her, curling them forward.
Now she drops her forehead to the headboard, green eyes homed in on mine. “Oh my go—”
She bucks, grinding against my mouth as she tightens around my fingers.
If I thought seeing her happy did it for me, seeing her come undone is destroying me in the best way possible. My chest caves at the sight of her coming all over my damn face.
And I know from this moment on I’ll be keeping count of all the times I can make her look just like that.
Selfish man, I am.
She’s shaking from head to toe when I finally peel her grip away from the headboard.
She drops down into my lap when I push up to my seat.
“Hey.” I cradle her face in my hands. “Still coming back down?”
Her gaze studies my face as she nods. I kiss her mouth, then leave light pecks over the apples of her cheeks, her temples, and then along her jaw.
“Hadley?” My name is a plea.
“Yeah, Sunshine,” I rasp.
“It’s not enough.”
“I don’t know if I can . . . properly.”
She drops her forehead to mine. “I can.”
“Bare, baby?”
“If you want to.”
“Fucking oath I want to.”
Raising to her knees, she straddles my lap, lining my aching cock up with her wet entrance.
Her hands cup my face.
I wanted our first time to be incredible. Instead, I’m three-quarters of a man, with a busted leg. But you’ll never see me deny this woman a thing.
She lowers, swallowing my tip, and the feeling is more than I could have imagined. Her lips part as she moans, stilling with me only just inside her.
“Oh, you feel . . .” Her face runs through every emotion I’ve ever seen before settling on ecstasy. Her chest heaves, pushing those perfect tits in my face. So, like any good man worth his salt, I clamp my lips around one hard peak and suckle.
A whimper slips from her as she lowers another inch.
If we’re doing this inch by inch, I’m a dead man.
Hands clasp my jaw with a tremble. I loose the peak and lift my gaze to hers. Maggie leans forward, her forehead dropping to mine like she can’t get close enough, like that’s the thing that connects us. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders. I breathe her in.
Her expression is a war of desire and hesitation.
“Come on, Sunshine, give in to me,” I rasp.
Her face softens. “I want to. It’s . . . been a while.”
“We’re takin’ this slow, or not at all. Tell me how it is.”
A soft smile blooms over her face. Something cheeky flickers through those stunning greens of hers, and she lowers another inch. We both moan with the movement.
I grip her hips and hold her right there.
“Not another bit, or this is going to be over way too soon,” I grind out.
“Been a while, cowboy?”
“You could say that.”
How does two years sound?
“Think about toilet plungers. Dirty, filthy toilet plungers. Brady’s three-day-old socks . . .” she chuckles, her head dropping back.
With a growl, I nip her peak, now shoved in my face. “Can think of a better way to distract myself.”
I close my lips around the hard nipple and suckle, flicking my tongue over it.
The amusement drains from her face, replaced by a heat that could burn the sun.
Loosing a whimper, her hands slide into my hair.
“Now, that is not fair. How am I supposed to stay still when you’re throwing fuel onto the fire, Hadley? ”
I chuckle around her nipple and she groans, burying her face into my hair along with her hands.
Her hips wriggle, just a little.
A warning.
A promise.
I’m fuckin’ listening, Sunshine.
Her chest snaps up before caving as I shift to the other nipple.
“I need to move,” she whines.
“Not yet.” I reaffirm my grip around her hips until she’s vibrating around the tip of my cock. Only when I have her so affected that she’s barely breathing do I slam her hips down.
A strangled moan turning to my name on a cry spills from her lips.
Taking in every expression, every move she makes, I wait for her to tell me it’s too much.
Instead, she rises on her knees and plummets back down.
This time, I drop my head to her chest, growling through the need to slam into her.
“Hadley . . . I—”
Her gaze flickers elsewhere, not returning.
“Tell me, come on.”
“You behind me, please.”
“You want me to fuck this sweet pussy from behind, tangle my fist in your hair, baby?”
“God, yes,” she rasps.
I lift her from my lap and wait for her to turn away from me before I tug her hips back, until her knees are at the edge of the bed. On my good leg, I stand, the other awkwardly resting against the side of the bed.
Maggie looks over her shoulder, sweeping her hair to one side.
This right here is my new favorite view. Her curves, her spine traveling down to her ass. She widens her knees as her green eyes burn into mine, and I nudge her soaked entrance with my cock.
The small gesture has her hands hunting for me.
I close in behind her and her arms swing up over her head, sending her hands into my hair. Grip tight on her hips, I thrust up.
Her lips part on an automatic O, the syllable huffing out.
Christ, she feels even better this way.
As promised, I release one hip and wrap my hand around her hair, tugging her head back until I claim her mouth.
Every thrust comes harder and faster as the pleasure builds along with the need to fill this woman up with every last damn drop of cum I have for her. She whimpers in my mouth, one hand lacing through my hand in her hair before shifting it to her throat.
I squeeze lightly, and her tight channel flutters around my cock.
Fucking heaven.
Her next little mewl is softer, and I feel the sound against the palm of my hand.
With a little more pressure, she clamps down around me.
I pump in, losing all rhythm as we head for the precipice together.
“Hadley, god. Fuck . . .”
A moan tangles and slips, and then she’s milking my cock.
Balls tightening, I slam into her, releasing my grip on her throat with the lack of focus. Hot ropes of cum spill into her as I growl through the most intense orgasm ever.
Spent, I drop my face onto her shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Sunshine.”
She’s reaching for me a beat later. I slip out and she spins on the bed, climbing me like a damn tree. Her face buried in my neck, I dot kisses over her temple, cheek, and neck. Any place I can reach to worship this incredible woman.
I hobble my way to the bathroom with her firmly wrapped around me. Setting her down briefly, I get us cleaned up.
Worth every second of the ache that’s now blooming in my knee.
As if realizing that exact fact, Maggie glances to it. “Oh no. Hads, you should have made me walk.”
“Never.”
I haul her into my arms and bury my face in her hair. This is right where I plan on staying for the next two and a half days.