11. Jen
ELEVEN
Jen
“Looking good, my little quiche.” I pull the beauty from the oven and set it on the rack on the counter. I came in early again since I couldn’t get back to sleep. I seem to be having this issue more frequently. Maybe I should say thank you to pregnancy hormones, but on the plus side, my insomnia is working out well for my bakery. The quiche looks perfect, unlike my life.
That is a colossal disaster.
I’ll work my way out of this mess, and I have to since I now have someone who depends on me.
I still can’t believe I’m going to be a mom.
I haven’t told anyone yet, not even my own mom. She’s been ready for the title of abuela for years, and I know she will be happy to have a grandchild. No one knows besides Evelyn, and I haven’t seen the girls.
Maddox still hasn’t gotten home, so he’s in the dark. Glory said they would be back home around eight tonight, so I plan to try to meet him then or first thing tomorrow. He needs to know, and the sooner, the better.
Living with this secret, even briefly, has been a little lonely, but I’ll be fine. Everything will work out. It has to, right? If it doesn’t, I have no plans for the alternative. Not even a little one, but again, everything will be fine.
Maybe if I tell myself that enough, it will ring true.
My rambling thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the bakery’s front door. The last time that happened, it was Atticus. I bet he thinks Ev is here.
I go to the front and stop in my tracks when I see who is standing there, knocking on the other side.
What in the world?
Maddox stands there, and when his eyes meet mine, I can’t get to the door fast enough. Everything I feel is being reflected back at me.
I inhale a sharp breath and exhale slowly to steel my nerves.
My rock n roll rebel came home early for me.
I can’t believe he’s here. I turn the lock with a shaky hand, and everything is forgotten when I open the door.
“Jen, fuck, I missed you.” Madd rushes in and engulfs me in a hug. His muscled arms band around me, and that leather and rosewood scent surrounds me, making me feel better. The man has magic hugs and other magic parts.
“What are you doing here? Glory said you all weren’t coming in until tonight.”
He loosens his grip but keeps one arm wrapped around me. Being held by him feels incredible. He smiles that dimpled, sexy smile of his. “You said you wanted to talk in person, and I made that happen as fast as I could. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. I booked a flight after you texted me, but we had another show added to our schedule, so I had to wait.”
I’m shocked by his words. “You tried to come home the other day because I said we needed to talk in person?” Honestly, I’m a little speechless.
“You’re my girl. I keep trying to tell you that, but I can’t make it stick for some reason.”
He draws me in closer, his lips hovering over mine. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Then he kisses me so thoroughly that it erases every other kiss I’ve ever had. His hand moves down my side, grips my ass, and I moan my approval. Forgotten are all the things we need to discuss, momentarily at least, because right now, I need this. I need him. I need to be touched and held and to feel like I matter to someone, even if it is temporary.
“Maddox, I cry out as he rubs my pussy through the fabric of my jeans. The friction builds, and it feels so good. This has never been a problem for us. We’ve always had this part down pat.
“I’m crazy about you. I always have been. I’m a fucking idiot for not making this declaration from the first moment I met you.”
“What?” I ask, startled, sadly stopping the hump job his hand is giving me, but for this, I’ll stop. “What are you saying?”
His hand slides away from me, and I’m not going to lie; I’m slightly bummed about it.
“Jen, I’m in love with you. I always have been. I thought you didn’t want anything more than our little arrangement, so I didn’t push. Having you sometimes was better than not having you at all.”
I bet this must be what it feels like when you have an out-of-body experience because I must be having one now. I see Maddox and hear what he is saying, but I can’t make any sense of it.
He’s always been in love with me?
I don’t have words; I don’t know what to say or how to reply, so I show this man what he means to me in our love language. I hold his gaze, and I yank at his belt.
“What are you doing? Did you hear me, Jen?”
I work on the button and the zipper. “I heard you, and now, I will show you exactly how I feel.” I tug his pants down, then slide down the front of his perfectly toned body, rubbing my hands against his abs that I feel underneath his black T-shirt. His cock juts out big and proud as it should be. Maddox has the most beautiful cock. It is worth worshipping, and as I use one hand to cup his balls, I use the other to hold his length, and I slide my mouth over the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he says, a moan escaping his perfect lips, and that sound turns me on, so I set a pace. I need this man to have the best orgasm from a blow job he’s ever had. I also didn’t think about the fact that we are right in front of the glass door. Oops. My bad.
I’m too far gone to care, and no way I will stop. His words echo through my mind. He loves me. He fucking loves me.
“Jen, just like that.” His fingers slide into my hair, and he uses it to control my mouth as he takes over and fucks my face. “ Mmm , you suck my cock so good.”
The sounds coming from me border on lewd as he nears his release. He pulls out, and I keep my mouth open, knowing he likes to watch as he comes on my face. He works his shaft and taps his hard cock on my waiting tongue, then he explodes into my mouth. I take every last drop, and we watch each other with affection in our eyes because I am undoubtedly in love with this man.
“I love you,” I whisper, and my heart melts when he smiles at me.
I help him pull his pants back. Once they are over his ass, he reaches down, grasping me under my arms, lifts me from the floor, and pulls me into his embrace.
“Say it again,” he pleads.
“I love you.”
He squeezes me tighter. “I love you, Jen.”
And right here and now is the most perfect moment of my life.