Chapter 18
Maddox
Motherfucking fuck! She feels so good, her tight pussy squeezing around my cock like it will never let me go.
My eyes are rolling back in my head, endorphins surging around my body.
And yes, there’s a part of me still worried this is going to fuck everything up for us, but I tell that part of me to go screw itself because I’m busy with my girl.
She really wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t object to doing this again.
And again. The woman is insatiable, and I am not complaining.
I feel the same. It’s not just having sex after an extended period of abstinence—it’s having sex with her.
She is spectacular in every possible way.
Apart from being a little self-conscious about her body, which I put down to the string of douchebags she’s dated since she moved to the city, she has no inhibitions whatso-fucking-ever.
I’ve never known a woman so in tune with her own body, and it’s incredible.
Right now, she’s on top of me, and she looks fucking glorious.
Her curls are splayed wild over her shoulders, her big tits are bouncing as she rides me, and every curvy inch of her is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.
How did I live without this for so long? How did I live without her for so long?
She leans down, slowing her hips, and kisses the sweat off my chest. Licks my tattoos like she’s a cat lapping up the fucking cream. I growl. She’s messing with me, teasing me the way I’ve done with her. Bringing me close, then holding back. My little goddess has a playful side.
I groan, pretend I’m at her mercy, then grab hold of her.
I spin her in one smooth move, and she ends up flat on her back with me on top.
Where I intend on staying. She laughs, throwing her head back.
I run my hands over her throat, up to her jaw, and turn her head to one side before I bite gently at her neck.
She loves that. I know an incredible amount about her already.
It’s still blowing my mind how good this sex is.
How well we fit together. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never experienced anything like this.
I trail my mouth down her neck, then suck at her nipples, all the while rocking into her. She lets out tiny mewling noises that threaten to push me over the edge. “Oh, Maddox.”
“I know, baby.”
We’re both close. Her pussy walls are clenching around my cock, and her hips are arching up to meet me. I’m starting to see stars and rainbows and dancing fucking unicorns.
Just as our rhythm heats up even more, there’s a loud banging on my front door. It’s explosive and insistent, and Ellie shrieks with fright.
I’m momentarily confused. Then my brain kicks in, and I glance at the clock. “Shitfuck!”
Clutching the covers to her naked chest she sits up. “What? Who is that?”
“Probably one of, or all of, my brothers. I missed Sunday brunch at Dad’s, and I haven’t answered my phone.”
“You really need to stop doing that, you know?”
I jump out of bed, pull on my shorts, and give her an all-too-brief kiss. “Yeah, well I was kinda busy with this really sexy woman who squirted on me.”
Her cheeks go the cutest shade of pink before I run to my apartment door. “I’m coming,” I yell so they’ll stop their incessant hammering.
My neighbors already had Ellie knocking this morning, and God knows we’ve been making plenty of noise since then. I wrench open the front door, coming face-to-face with Mason and King, the former looking both annoyed and relieved to see me. “Keep it down, Mase. I have neighbors.”
He opens and closes his mouth, like he’s wondering just how many ways he can tear me a new asshole. Fortunately King, who appears much calmer, speaks instead. He lays a quieting hand on my brother’s arm. “You missed brunch. When we called, you didn’t answer. We were concerned.”
Fuck. I get it, I do. But it’s also annoying, especially considering who I just left in the bedroom to come and have this conversation.
“I’ve been sober for almost eight years now. You’d think you guys would stop freaking out about me relapsing every time I’m out of your sight.” Ordinarily, I find their protectiveness endearing, but they just dragged me out of my warm bed with my hot girl. So this time I really do not.
“We were worried something had happened to you, dipshit,” Mason barks, shrugging off King’s hand. “I know you hate technology, Mad, but would it kill you to pick up the fucking phone? For our sake if nothing else? It’s not like you to not show, so what were we supposed to think?”
He’s right. I haven’t missed brunch in forever, and if I do, I always call. Having an addict in their lives isn’t easy for your loved ones. I did a lot of dumb, mindless, destructive shit back in the day, and logically I know they have every right to be upset. But still, I’m a grown man.
“I was busy, and I lost track of time.”
Something in my tone sets off King’s spider-senses. His eyes narrow, and he peers over my shoulder into my apartment, his PI instincts kicking in. Ellie’s purse and gym bag are right there on the floor in the hallway. Exactly where she dropped them when I dragged her inside. Fuck.
“Like busy, busy?” he asks.
Double fuck. Mason is Ellie’s boss, and I don’t want to make this awkward for her at work, but there is clearly a woman’s purse in my hallway. And I just remembered I have fucking cum stains on my shorts. Triple fuck. “Yes, that kind of busy.”
Mason might look less shocked if he caught me smoking a joint. “Who with?” Straight in there with the obvious question.
King rests a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get out of here and give Maddox some space,” he says, and I suspect he recognizes her purse.
It’s the distinctive purple one she takes everywhere with her.
He meets my eyes, and I nod slightly. I could hug him for being so tactful, but Mason is a different matter. He’s too intrigued to let this go.
“Who, Maddox?” he asks again.
“None of our fucking business, Mase,” King says, which makes my brother scowl. He glares at King and then me.
“Why does it feel like you’re both hiding something from me?”
“Maybe because you’re being a nosy asshole?” I suggest.
He doesn’t take the bait, instead craning his neck to see over my shoulder into the apartment. He freezes, closes his eyes, and groans. I know immediately that he’s seen it too. The goddamn purse of destiny.
“Ellie?” he angrily whisper-shouts. “My Ellie?”
His Ellie? What the fuck. He’s my brother, and he’s gay, and he’s with his new husband…but I still feel a flare of possessiveness. She’s not his Ellie.
I fold my arms across my chest, unusually defensive.
About that and the hypocrisy. Mason hooked up with King when he was working for Jamestech.
Drake fell in love with and married his secretary.
It’s not like workplace relationships are exactly frowned upon in my family, and I don’t even work with Ellie.
“Yes, Ellie. My best friend, who is now also my girlfriend.”
I could face palm myself for saying that.
What gives me the fucking right to say that?
To her boss, to anyone? We haven’t actually discussed the terms of our new relationship.
I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page—at least I hope so—but it’s also not right that I made that assumption. She has a say in this, after all.
“Now, I should really get back to her.” An image of her hits my brain.
The thought of her warm naked body beneath my sheets already has my already stiff cock leaking in my shorts.
Not that I can blame him. Poor guy hasn’t had sex for four years, and he’s excited.
Very fucking excited. “Bye,” I say, thankful the lower half of my body is hidden by the door.
“Then bring Ellie to Dad’s. You missed brunch, but dinner’s still on the table,” Mason suggests. He’s quick to anger, my brother, but also quick to calm. This is his olive branch after what he knows was a hasty initial reaction.
I check my watch. “Not literally on the table, I hope. Cause dinner’s over four hours from now.”
Mason rolls his eyes while King chuckles. Everything feels right in the world again. “Just bring her to dinner, Mad. Everyone already knows her, already likes her. She’s practically part of the family anyway.”
“So, no pressure then, huh?” King says, shooting Mason a look, warning him to stop pushing.
But Mase is right, and after waiting for six months to make a move, I have no intention of taking things with Ellie slowly.
Not unless she wants to. We’ve waited long enough.
“I’ll be there for dinner, I promise. And I’ll talk to Ellie.
If she wants to come with me then she will.
Now, will you guys just fuck off? I told you, I’m busy. ”
Mason smirks, knowing exactly what I’m busy doing. “Tell her it will be nice to see her out of work for a change.” He ruffles my hair like I’m a little kid, but it’s kind of nice. “I’ll tell everyone you’re fine and we’ll see you later, dickface.”
And there he is, back to his asshole self.
I watch him and King walk away, shaking my head as they go. I can’t help but feel gratitude for them and the rest of my family. Despite their overprotectiveness and this morning’s untimely fucking interruption, I know it comes from a place of love.
There was a time I thought I no longer deserved that kind of unconditional love, a time when I walked away from it.
There were ups and downs and rows, but they never stopped loving me, not for one solitary second.
I’m lucky as hell to have that considering some of the things I did and the many the ways I fucked up.
It brings a lump to my throat that I have to swallow past to breathe.
That was another life.