Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
MADDOX
I'm going straight to hell but…fuck it. I was headed there anyways.
Mercy dropped me off after work when I noticed Evie's front door slightly open, and I ran straight over. Evie never leaves her door open.
I rushed in right away, checking on the boys first, needing to make sure they were okay. After watching them sleep peacefully for a few moments, I moved through the rest of the house. Then I heard her moaning. My heart raced as I let myself into her room, terrified something might be wrong. Instead, I was shocked to see Evie standing in the shower, that voluptuous body soaking wet and moaning while she played with herself.
Thank God for glass showers.
Stepping into her bathroom I was wrapped in the sweet smell of honey and lilacs. That scent was all her; it was permanently imprinted in my brain and had been making me unhinged for fucking months. My eyes greedily drank up every curve she possessed wishing like hell I was the droplet of water that ran from her full pink nipples down to where her hand was hidden. Evie wasn't slim, her waist barely tapered in before those hips and thighs started, and I was fucking starved for her. She made my mouth water, and my dick felt like it was being choked by the tightest cock ring.
"Jesus Christ."
Her eyes fly open, and I quickly spin around, giving her privacy.
"W-what are you d-doing in here!" Her frantic voice bounces off the bathroom walls.
"Your front door was wide open when I got home!” I hiss at her.
The shower cuts off. "The front door was open?"
"Yeah." How the hell did she not notice?
I hear the hurried pitter-patter of her frantic steps, and I know just where she’s going. I don’t tell her I’ve already checked on the boys and the rest of the house. Instead, I refuse to leave this spot, letting her go check everything for herself. A few moments later her presence fills the bathroom letting me know she’s returned.
“You checked on the boys, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, and all the other rooms before double checking your locks.” I put my hands on my hips, preparing for what, I don’t know. I had no idea how she would react to me walking in on her in the shower.
"And then you came in here? Worried about me?" The disbelief in her voice kind of pisses me off. What did she think? I’d check on the boys and even the dog and just skip over her.
"Naturally."
My feelings are hurt, I know the little vixen has been avoiding me, but that doesn’t take away from how I feel about her. I could feel her standing right behind me, but I keep my face to the door. I will never push her for something she isn’t ready for .
Evie Taylor owns my sorry ass, and I want to give her back the one thing I know she lost with her ex-husband: power. Having power over herself, in control of her desires, and over me. I want her to know that she’s in control, that she can make her own decisions, and that I will respect them. All of me is hers to command.
"Maddox," she says my name like a breathy confession and fuck if it doesn’t set me ablaze.
"Yeah?"
Her small hand trembles slightly as she grips the back of my shirt. "Turn around," she whispers.
Turning slowly, I remain fixed on her face even though she’s only wearing a thin ratty towel. Her pretty face is filled with determination despite her trembling, and I know deep down that this moment is going to forever change things between us.
"Maddox…" Evie twists the towel in her hand, something I noticed she does when she's on edge. Looking down at her feet, she whispers, "I have scars."
Gently grasping her face, I tilt her head so she can see and feel the convection of what I have to say. "I can't wait to love every single one.” Her breath hitches and I continue, “Our scars are proof we still live and breathe Evie, despite everything. One day I hope you wear them proudly. I hope you look in the mirror and don't see them as chains to your past any longer. I want you to swell with so much pride it hurts because you made it. You. Fucking. Made. It."
Evie gives me no warning before dropping the towel and reaching up, crashing her lips to mine. I bend down, deepening our kiss, her tongue seeking mine out making my brain short circuit just like the day in the gym.
"I need you to touch me," Evie says, rubbing her body against mine. Her body's soft feel against my own, and her smell are enough to drive a man crazy. Placing my hands on her hips, I moan at the soft feel of her skin under my fingers .
"Tell me what you need," I murmur against her slender neck as she melts into me. Evie pulls my hands up her body until they cup her heavy breasts. Breasts that barely fit in my hands, and my hands aren't small.
"Play with my nipples."
Yes, fucking ma’am. I tweak and tease her pink nipples salivating at the sight of them.
"N-now, with your mouth." Not needing to be told more than once, I bend down, flicking my tongue against the pink bud, her soft cries urging me on. I graze my teeth around it before gently biting down, soothing the sting with my tongue before switching to the other. The woman is so damn responsive.
The smell of her arousal floods my senses, and I know she's touching herself. Before I can stop myself, I stand to my full height, reach down, and grasp her hand. My hand dwarfs her much smaller one. Her slim fingers glisten with her wet arousal, making my mouth fucking water. Looking into her contrasting eyes, I put her wet fingers in my mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head when the taste of her erupts on my tongue. It’s musky, sweet, and completely her. I knew it’s the last pussy I want to taste for the rest of my life. Fearing I’ve gone too far, I slowly pull her fingers from my mouth.
Her hooded eyes are filled with hunger, and the way she’s panting lets me know she enjoyed that as much as I did. She fists my shirt roughly, pulling me down until her mouth meets mine. This kiss is rough and demanding, and I meet her every demand. Then that hot little tongue licks the scar on my lips again, and I almost come right there on the damn spot.
"Put me on that counter, Big Guy. I want to come on your tongue," her silk voice commands without a hint of hesitation.
She’s going to wreck me. Ruin me. I’m going to worship her like a fucking cult. I’m not going to just eat her like the last supper, I’m going to devour her like the damn devil .
I pick her up, wrapping those luscious thighs around me, my lips never leaving hers. Never been one to be commanded in bed, but goddamn , if it doesn’t put me on a high when she does it. Evie trusts me enough to let her guard down and make her demands, and I want nothing more than to meet her every single fucking one.
I sit her down gently on the bathroom counter, kneeling between her open legs, and kiss my way down her body. Taking my time kissing and licking at the scar on her sternum, I swirl my tongue around her belly button before stopping to affectionately kiss the scar from her c-section. Running my hands along the insides of her thighs, I feel thick bumps under my fingers.
Her body instantly tenses. Looking down I see at least a dozen scars marring her ivory skin, covering her inner thighs leading up to her most sensitive area. Some are deep and red as if a wild animal tore into her soft skin, while others are faint, barely there, and a closer look has me wanting to fucking murder someone. These are fucking bite marks; somebody had torn into her soft flesh with their fucking teeth. Whoever did this was a dead motherfucker walking.
One look at Evie, and all anger dissolves. Tears stream down her face, all traces of passion gone from her face. This was Evie laid bare. I notice the subtle way her body is shaking, which cracks my heart wide open. All I want is to see that look of pure need back on her face.
"Now you see," she whispers tilting her head forward, her hair hiding her beautiful face. She takes a deep breath, trying to block out the pain.
I can see her mentally and physically preparing herself for what's to come but before she can spiral, I lean down and kiss one of the more vicious scars. "Fucking beautiful, baby."
I kiss every single one telling her how beautiful she is and how proud I am of her. Licking the arousal from her inner thighs, I run a hand up her soft body rolling her nipples between my fingers. Waiting until she's a withering mess and her body becomes relaxed and pliant, not wanting to take anything more than she's ready to give.
"Now, are you going to let me eat my fill of this pussy, Pretty Girl?"