Chapter 15 - Maddox
I slid my finger over her clit, watching Jillian's mouth open in the shape of an O. Her legs shook as I leaned closer, kissing her softly. I wanted Jillian to have just as much fun, if not more. She had jumped the last couple of times I touched her, but she was moaning at my touch now.
I found a rhythm she liked, feeling her fingers digging into my shirt, her legs shaking against my hips. I wanted to sink myself in her, but I didn't exactly want our first time to be in the bathroom of this hotel.
I slid a finger into her slowly, watching her bite her lower lip. "Maddox?"
"Yes?" I asked, kissing the side of her neck.
"The party?"
I pulled her chin up, looking deep into her eyes.
"I already took care of it." I could sense there was a shift in her mood and told the guys I was going to bring her home.
I had to admit the bond had a plus side besides knowing if she was going to try running away. I could sense how she was feeling.
She raised an eyebrow at me. "You took care of it?"
I nodded. "Just like I'm taking care of you right now." I slid a second finger into her, and her head thumped back against the glass.
"Oh god," she moaned.
I watched her wither under my touch, feeling that tug deep in my chest. I wanted her more than I wanted air.
I kissed her, sliding my tongue over hers as I sped my fingers up. Jillian moaned loudly. Her voice echoed around us. I didn't slow down, I sped up. I felt her tighten around my fingers, and her teeth bit into my lower lip.
I then felt her body give way, and she came, her nails digging deep into my skin. I smirked as she pulsed, her body going stiff a second later.
She sagged against the mirror, and I pulled my hand up, popping my fingers into my mouth. Her eyes widened as I winked at her. "You taste just as I imagined."
Jillian turned a shade of red, and she swallowed at a loss for words. It was a good look on her.
I pulled my hand down, shoving my cock back into my pants, and she scowled at me. "Wait, I thought…"
"Not here," I said as I flipped the sink on, quickly washing my hands. "I don't want a quick fuck, Jillian. I want to savor you, and I can't do that here."
She slowly nodded, but then her eyes widened as she seemed to realize what I was hinting at. "Oh." She looked stunned.
I grabbed her underwear and helped her slide them back on. I then fixed the top of her dress, making her look like she had a few moments ago. She swallowed as I offered her a hand, pulling her off the counter.
I grabbed her hand, taking her out of the bathroom and into the hallway. But instead of going back to the party, I took her towards the front and through the front doors to the parking lot.
"What about the party? What did you mean when you said you took care of it?"
"I asked the guys to handle it. I said I could tell there was a shift, and you had a headache."
"So, you lied?"
I smirked. "Not entirely. I could sense a shift in your mood. The headache part was made up."
She looked at me, a little surprised. "You could tell?"
I nodded, turning the ring on her hand. "The bond."
"Why can't I ever feel anything from you?"
I opened the car door on her side, and she leaned on the door for a moment, the question seeming to make her pause. "Do you have emotions?"
I snorted, hooking her chin. "I have emotions, Jillian. I'm just good at keeping them under control."
"Is that your way of saying I'll never feel them from you?"
I didn't know. It wasn't like I could tell when Jillian was sad or happy. It was just a tug, a feeling that she wasn't okay.
"No, you will. We've only had the bond for a short time. It's new."
She seemed to accept that answer and got into the car. I rounded it, timing my spot in the driver's seat, and turned the car to life. Jillian leaned against the seat and looked at me as I pulled us out of the parking lot.
"I'm on birth control."
I glanced at her, a little surprised. "You are?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I had terrible periods growing up, so I got on it to help with them. I've also had a few relationships in the past and wanted to make sure I was safe."
I understood why she was bringing this up. "Do you want kids?"
She remained quiet for a moment before she nodded. "I do."
"Are you going to stay on it?"
She tilted her head at me. "Do you want me to get off of it?"
I shook my head. "That is not for me to decide."
"Our marriage was made so you could have a child."
I cringed. "Yeah, well…. that doesn't matter to me."
She gave me a shocked expression. "Oh my god, Maddox, did I just hear you go against what the Council wants?"
I snorted. "You know what I mean, smartass."
She played with her dress. "I want to be secure in a relationship before I bring children into it. My parents had a beautiful marriage, and I couldn't imagine having children in anything but that."
I knew what she was saying. We weren't that. Sure, we were getting along, but bringing a child into this. Well, it's not the same. We weren't the type of team that needed to have children.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Jillian, neither of us decided this. I'm not pushing you into anything you don't want. And if you don't want kids right now, that's fine. We're still young."
She smiled, seeming to be relieved by my words.
We pulled up into the house, and she swallowed.
"Which means if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
She gave me a smile. "I do."
That was all I needed to hear. I was out of the car and carrying her inside. I hardly kicked the door shut before I was taking her upstairs to my room. I flicked the light on and brought her to the bed. Jillian looked around, taking in my room. She looked shocked. "Wow, this is…"
I scanned my room, wondering what was shocking her. I had a plain bed with deep green sheets. I had cream curtains and a dark oak dresser in the corner. The room was clean and organized.
"Is the clean part throwing you off?"
She shook her head and pointed towards my photos that I had hanging. There were pictures of me and my folks. Pictures of our family vacations and photos of the guys. I had about ten photos hung up.
"I didn't peg you for someone who had photos like this."
"Someone that cares?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."
I hooked her legs, tugging her closer to me. Her eyes snapped at me.
"Believe it or not, darling, I have a heart and I have a thought on how I want my life to look."
She reached a hand up, running her hand down my shirt. "Which is what?"
I wanted a happy marriage. Sure, I slept around a lot and had a lot of women who wanted to be with me, but I wanted a marriage like my folks had. I wanted the connection, the security that when I came home at the end of the night, I had someone who understood me.
I had dated a lot, but never felt like anyone was going to want the same thing I wanted. I never felt over the moon for someone.
"I want a happy marriage. I want a happy wife. I want someone who understands the stress that I have. Someone that cares."
She blushed, and I leaned down and kissed her.
I pushed her back against the bed and caged her there as I deepened the kiss.
I broke the kiss, sliding my tongue over her neck and down her collarbone.
Her breath hitched as I grabbed her dress, tugging it over her shoulders and down to her stomach.
I unsnapped her bra, taking it off once more.
I tugged at the dress, yanking it down her hips, and tossed it off the edge of the bed. I leaned back, taking in her beautiful skin. I took in the shape of her breast and the way her stomach dipped down. I took in everything, wanting to remember every inch of her body.
I ran a finger over her left shoulder where a mark lay. "What is that from?"
She looked at her shoulder and swallowed. "I ran into my dad when I was younger, and he was moving the turkey from the kitchen into the dining room, and the knife fell from the plate."
I moved my hand back and looked down at her right hip bone. I ran my thumb over it. "And here?"
She blushed. "I flipped my bike and landed on the handlebars."
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the scar, and I felt her body shake at the contact. I ran my nose down her stomach, kissing down her thigh. Jillian's legs shook as I hooked her underwear and slid them off.
She laid bare for me, and my already aching cock was becoming unbearable at this point.
"And what about you?" she asked, tilting her head. "Is your body entirely perfect under those clothes?"
I knew she'd seen me shirtless a few times around the house, but never bare like she was. I pulled my shirt clean off and showed her my back. I had a lower scar near my left buttcheck. "Fell off a cliff while I was climbing when I was younger, landed on a branch."
I turned and showed her my left hand, where I had a small cut near my thumb. "Ripped my thumb open when I was rock climbing."
She leaned forward, her fingers running over the scar. A shiver ran down my body as I realized how open I was being, how open she was being in this moment. I felt closer to her.
I grabbed at my pants, pulling them off. Jillian watched me with heat in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, which only made me want to move quicker.
I leaned onto the bed and pulled her legs apart. I leaned forward as she leaned back. I kissed her, gripping her hips as I moved into position. My cock slid against her entrance, and her breath hitched at the contact.
I bit onto her earlobe and smirked. "You're sensitive, aren't you?"
I could hear her swallow and grab at her breasts, kneading them in my hands. She squirmed under the contact, and I moved slowly, sliding into her.
She was tight, and I pressed my forehead against her chest as I tried hard not to bust right there. I'd had sex many times, but in this moment, sliding into Jillian, she felt like home.