Chapter 21 Maddox #2
She takes my face in both of her hands as she leans back down into me. “I didn’t know your father. I don’t know why he left or what his reasoning was for staying away. But I can promise you this, you’re nothing like him. I know that for a fact.”
She closes off the distance between us, kissing me with such sweetness I might cry again. I’ve heard of sympathy pains—okay, I read about them during my research—but are there sympathy emotions? Because I’m all over the place tonight.
The feelings quickly turn from happy and emotional to heated and needy.
I don’t mean to turn the kiss into something more, but there’s no stopping it.
It feels like weeks since I’ve held Gabi in my arms, and between her needy lips and her soft skin under my fingers as they trail up under her shirt, I can’t help myself.
Apparently, neither can she. She lifts her arms above her head, allowing me to pull off the fitted T-shirt she’s wearing.
The second it’s gone, my face is buried between her tits.
God, I missed these. My lips don’t know what to do, so they kiss and suck as I make quick work of her bra, needing her nipple in my mouth like I need air to breathe.
“Holy shit, Maddox!” She screams, so loud so that I pull away. “That…I’m so sensitive…it…”
I pull back for a second, letting my tongue swipe over her peaked nipples. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No…just…softer.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I can absolutely do that.”
Taking a breath, and reminding myself I’m not a horny teenager sucking on his first boob, I do as she asks.
Instead of sucking and nibbling, I kiss and lick.
Massage with just enough pressure to make her hips roll down onto my hard dick.
Make her hands grip the back of my neck so hard her nails leave a mark.
“Wait,” she says, pulling back from the kiss, but not from her position. “We’re forgetting something.”
“I don’t think we need a condom anymore. Per my research, you can’t get more pregnant.”
That earns me a playful slap to my chest. “Not that. It’s just…
this…us…I know we’ve slept together before, and it’s probably stupid to have this talk, but…
are we…together? Not that we couldn’t do this if we weren’t, but my brain is already going a million different directions, and I’d really like to not have to wonder about one thing in my life.
I’m pretty sure of what page you’re on, but I do better in non-assumptions. ”
I don’t know if I could smile any bigger than I already am. “Reach back for my phone.”
That makes her eyebrows raise. “Your phone?”
“Yes, my phone.” She twists her body to grab it from where I put it down, but I can read the confusion on her face. Oh, yeah. This is gonna be good. “Pass code is 031301.”
“You’re giving me your passcode?”
“I’ll give you my social security number and my bank account information if you ask. Just scroll through the texts until you see something that catches your eye.”
I can tell she’s slightly hesitant. Bet her dickface ex never let her scroll through his messages. I know she’s not going to see anything incriminatory—I haven’t texted a female other than her, Ainsley, and my family since we met. I’m also not a cheating asswipe.
After a very assessing stare, she finally does as I ask, and I lay back against the couch, watching the woman I’m crazy about, the woman who’s carrying my child, slowly scroll through my phone while sitting topless on my lap.
I didn’t know this was a moment I needed until now, but I know I’m not going to forget this picture for a very long time.
My eyes are trained on her, watching every little nuance and waiting for the moment she sees it.
And there it is.
Her eyes double in size. Her jaw drops a little. Her cheeks flush. And the look she gives me? Priceless.
“Future wife? When did you save my contact as this?”
“The day Linc gave me your number.”
Her eyes are now fully threatening to jump out of her head. “Maddox, I didn’t even know if I wanted to date you then.”
“I know.”
“And you still saved me as that?”
I coyly shrug. “I was very confident in my abilities of persuasion.”
For a second, her eyes start to water, and I think she’s going to cry again. But just as quick as I saw that, she’s tossing my phone on the couch and her lips are crashing into mine.
“Take me to bed Maddox. Right. Now.”
“Gladly.”
I kiss her again for good measure before sitting up, getting ready to carry her down the hallway to her bedroom. But as I’m about to stand up with Gabi in my arms, I hear my phone vibrate on the couch cushion.
“Do you want me to get it?” she asks, her lips now trailing kisses down my neck.
“Only if you want me to break it.”
“You should check it,” she says, pulling back from me slightly and climbing off my lap. “I need to freshen up anyway.”
I’m about to protest that she needs to do nothing of the sort, when it starts vibrating again.
“For the love of everything!” I scream. “I just want to have sex with the mother of my child!”
She laughs and gives me one more kiss. “You will. Many times tonight. But you answer that. And then, meet me in my bedroom. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”
The groan I let out vibrates through her apartment as I reach over for my phone, fully ready to tell whoever’s texting me to kindly go fuck themselves.
Beau
We need to talk.
Okay, maybe that’s not what I’m going to tell him.
Fucking hell… He knows…
I remember what Beau looked like when he saw me in the kitchen of Sugar and Sweets. And that was just him having a hunch that we slept together. Now if he knows she’s pregnant? From my penis? Maybe I need to update my will sooner rather than later.
Maddox
Okay.
Tomorrow. Sugar and Sweets. 8 p.m. Do not tell Gabi you’re coming.
What the hell?
“Everything okay?”
I turn to my left, pulled toward her voice like a moth to a flame. And, fuck me. I didn’t know I could get harder. But it turns out, I can.
Standing in the hallway, wearing nothing but the T-shirt she took from me in Vegas, is the woman I’m head over heels for.
“Everything is perfect.”
I stand up and stalk toward her, which only makes her giggle as we all but run to her bedroom.
Sure, I might die in a bakery tomorrow. I might be murdered with a rolling pin and my body stuffed in a walk-in cooler.
But tonight, I’m going to fuck the mother of my child while she’s wearing my shirt, and that’s not a bad way to spend your last night on Earth.