Chapter 10 #2
Capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, a strangled moan escapes her throat as I suck hard, my tongue circling the tight bud.
Her skin tastes like salt and something unique only her.
Something I’ve deprived myself of for too long.
“Fuck, I love your tits. Always have,” I murmur against her skin, moving to her other breast. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me against her chest as I worship her with my mouth.
One of these days, I won’t be in a rush. I’ll have her sprawled out in my bed, and I’ll worship every fucking inch of her.
“Maddox, please,” she whimpers.
I give her nipple one last tug before releasing it.
“What happened to you not begging for it?”
Amelia’s eyes darken as she stares at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“It’s okay to beg, darlin’. I’d get down on my hands and knees for you too.”
I’d fucking crawl over hot coals to feel her wrapped around me.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her back flying off the pool table, her walls clenching around me like a vise.
I don’t give her time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. The pool table creaks beneath us, the heavy wood frame rocking with each powerful thrust.
“That’s it,” I growl as she claws at my back. “Take it all, baby. Every fucking inch.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she meets me thrust for thrust. I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling the swollen nub in time with my strokes.
“Oh God, Maddox, I’m going to—” Her words dissolve into a moan as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I don’t slow down, driving into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she’s trembling beneath me. Sweat drips down my spine as I chase my own release, the familiar tightening in my balls warning me I’m close.
“Where do you want it?” I pant, my rhythm faltering as I fight to hold back.
“Inside,” she gasps, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. “Come inside me.”
That’s all it takes. With a guttural roar, I thrust deeper and explode, pumping her full of my cum. My vision blurs as pleasure courses through me, even more intense than last night.
I collapse on top of her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms. We lie there panting, my cock still pulsing inside her, her walls occasionally clenching around me in aftershocks.
When I finally catch my breath, I pull out slowly, watching with satisfaction as my cum leaks from her swollen pussy onto the green felt. That’s likely going to stain, and I can’t seem to give a fuck.
My gaze lifts and locks with hers, and I watch as she roughly drags her fingers through her hair. “I can’t believe I let that happen again.”
I pull my jeans up and tuck myself away, fastening my belt before I reach into my back pocket for a handkerchief. Stepping between her spread legs, I clean her up.
“That’s twice now,” I rasp. “Twice we didn’t use protection.”
She tenses slightly, pushing my hands away from the insides of her thighs before she hops off the table and roughly shoves her tits back into her bra. Her shirt comes over her head next, then she snatches her panties from the floor. It’s like her clothes are her armor, and she’s bracing for battle.
“Amelia… can you just slow down for a minute?”
Keeping her back to me, she pulls her panties up her legs before wrestling with her jeans. Once she’s decent, she turns to me.
“You don’t have to worry. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“That’s not…” My voice trails, my mind still stuck on the last part of her sentence. It triggers something in me—a memory, a longing so profound it feels like physical pain. A vision of Amelia in a hospital bed, cradling Dylan, her face tired but radiant.
I told no one I went to the hospital to see her after he was born, but maybe it’s time I do.
“I was there,” I confess, my voice barely audible. “At the hospital, after Dylan was born.”
She stills, shock flitting over her features. “What?”
“I stood outside your room. Watched through the window as you held him.” The words pour out of me now. “You looked so beautiful, so complete with him in your arms. And it gutted me, Amelia. Absolutely gutted me.”
Her eyebrows pinch together, confusion marring her beautiful face.
“I don’t understand…”
Of course she doesn’t. I ghosted her and made her feel worthless. I sent her running into Russell’s arms because I didn’t know how to process all the changes happening in my life.
My mother had just died, and my father had taken off. Granddaddy handed me a ton of responsibilities on the ranch, and I felt this overwhelming pressure build in my chest. Letting her go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but she doesn’t know that.
“Why would you come to the hospital?”
I honestly don’t know what made me go. I think I needed to see that she was happy. That hurting her like I did wasn’t all for nothing.
I swallow thickly. “I just needed to see you. I thought ending things with you was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, but it turns out, seeing you with your son was much harder because it should have been us.
” My voice cracks. “He should have been ours. And seeing you with him, loving him... it showed me everything I’d thrown away. ”
A tear slides down her cheek. “You can’t say things like that to me. It doesn’t change things between us.”
I cup her face, wiping away the tear with my thumb. “I didn’t end things because I didn’t care, Amelia. I ended them because I cared too much. Because I knew I wasn’t good enough for you then. Wasn’t ready to be what you deserved.”
“That wasn’t your choice to make,” she whispers fiercely.
“I know that now.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry but you’re too late.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you. I know to you those are just words, but I’m prepared to throw weight behind them. Let me prove to you that I’m serious, and let’s see where this can go.”
“Why now? After all this time?”
I don’t have a good answer for that because the truth is I don’t know why. Maybe my grandfather’s death has made me see things differently.
“Life is short, Amelia. I don’t want to waste what’s left of mine avoiding you when I can spend it loving you.”
Her eyes fill with tears, but they don’t fall. Instead, she laughs—the sound bitter.
“Do you know how many nights I prayed to hear you say those exact words?” She pauses and shakes her head. “Years, Maddox. Years of waiting, hoping you’d tell me exactly what you just said.”
“But you were married.”
“And I was fucking miserable,” she snaps.
“You want the truth? Here’s the truth. If you would’ve come to me at any point of my marriage and told me you were sorry, I would’ve left him.
The only reason I married Russell was because I got pregnant, and had you showed up at that field, I never would’ve slept with him. ”
Her words land like a knife to my chest. I knew she wasn’t happily married for a majority of her marriage, but I didn’t know how their marriage came to be.
“Amelia—”
She cuts me off. “No, I can’t do this,” she whispers. “I just... I can’t.”
“Amelia, please. I had no idea.”
“It doesn’t matter. Look, I don’t want to go back to ignoring you. I really don’t. But I can’t go down that road again.”
I want to object. I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to make any decisions right now.
We can go slow. Get to know each other again.
Let it happen naturally, because I have no doubt that after all that we confessed to one another, we’ll find our way back to each other.
But before I can say anything, the front door opens, and her co-worker saunters into the bar, completely oblivious to us.
“Damn, it’s dead—Oh,” she says, her gaze bouncing from Amelia to me. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”
“No,” Amelia says quickly. “Maddox was just leaving. Good news though. He fixed the bull.”
The girl’s eyes light up. “Finally!”
Amelia’s gaze turns back to me. “You should go.”
There isn’t a single part of me that wants to leave her right now, but I think she needs time to process things. Lord knows I do.
“How are you getting home after your shift?”
“Shadow is sending one of his prospects to pick me up.”
The thought of her on the back of some prospect’s bike makes my jaw clench.
“I’ll be here,” I say. “When your shift ends. I’ll drive you home.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
It is one hundred percent necessary.