Chapter 26 Maddox
MADDOX
“God…Gabi…I…fuck!”
I’m white knuckling the steering wheel after nearly driving us off the road a mile or so back. Though, if that would’ve happened, I already had my entire story ready for the first responders.
“My apologies. I’m sorry I caused a pile up.
My future wife was mid celebratory blow job on me because we just told off her ex and his sugar baby and it was hot as fuck.
And see, the woman I’m in love with? She’s really good at giving blow jobs.
I mean really good. I bought her a house once after one of these.
So please, forgive me this once, because it was really fucking good head… ”
Yeah, I’m sure that would make a few headlines around Nashville.
Thank God we’re about to pull into her apartment parking lot, because I don’t know how much longer I can last. And after what just transpired at the baby store, I am not finishing in her mouth.
No, I’m fucking her until we both scream so loud her neighbors are begging us to bump up the move out date.
The second I put the car in park and get my hands to let go of the wheel, I hear that telltale popping noise as she pulls her mouth off my dick like it’s the best lollipop she’s ever had.
“Gorgeous, you have a five-second head start to get upstairs and get naked. Wherever I catch you, that’s where I’m going to fuck you.”
She leans over the console, her hand stroking me a few more times as she leans into my ear. “Is that a threat? Or a promise?”
I place my hand over hers, stopping her motions. “There’s only one way to find out. Five…”
She smiles and gives me one more kiss before hustling out of the car.
Well, hustling as quickly as she can at this point.
She’s just about to hit the third trimester, and her stomach is getting bigger by the day.
Every night when I lay down next to her, my hand resting on it, I’m in awe of the fact that this woman—this gorgeous, breathtaking, smart, funny, amazing woman—is growing a whole fucking person inside her.
And not just a person. My son. The one we didn’t plan for, but the one I already can’t imagine my life without.
Or without his mother.
I put my dick back in my pants as I watch her make her way up the stairs to her second-floor apartment, loving every movement of her body. She puts a little extra sway in her hips, and looks back to me with a wink before she lets herself inside.
“Oh, Gabrielle…you better watch what you’re asking for.”
I turn off the ignition and take my time getting out of the car. Sure, I could be up the stairs in the blink of an eye, but I want to give her time to settle. Let her go where she wants. Get comfortable. Because I meant what I said—wherever I find her, that’s where it’s happening.
At least round one. Because there’s going to be multiple rounds. I start training camp tomorrow, which means I’m gone for a month. Between that and the interaction we just had with Justin and his plaything, I have no intentions of being dressed again until I have to leave in the morning.
There have been numerous times over the past six months that I didn’t think I could be attracted to or love Gabi more. The number one being the moment we found out we were having a son.
I might need to reconsider that list after today’s events.
The way she bragged about me, while also showing a bit of a possessive side?
The way she boldly stood next to me, telling Justin I was the one she wanted?
The one she was going to have a family with?
The loving and heated way she looked at me after I told Justin what I thought about him?
Frankly, I don’t know how we left the store without me finding a dressing room and showing her just how much I love her.
And judging by her actions on the way home, she definitely feels the same way.
I wanted to say that I loved her right there.
But I didn’t want her to hear those words for the first time in front of her ex.
She works daily on moving on from him and what he put her through.
She deserves memories that have nothing to do with him.
So as far as I was concerned, he didn’t get to share that moment with us.
If I have my way, today is the last day either of us are ever going to think of him again.
Figuring Gabi has had enough time to do what she needs to do—and I’ve softened enough that I can walk semi comfortably to her apartment—I make my way inside.
She’s not in her living room, which I didn’t expect her to be.
I know she’s going to be in her bedroom, but what I see when I open the door has my jaw on the floor.
“What the…”
I’m speechless. My eyes blink twice then go impossibly wider as I take in the vision before me.
She’s kneeling on her bed, looking like a fucking wet dream in forest green see-through lingerie, accompanied with matching lace panties.
There’s a small bow just under her tits, but the material is so thin, I don’t know how they aren’t spilling out.
Under the tie it opens to show Gabi’s rounded stomach, which frankly, makes me hard every time I see it.
But surrounded by sheer and lace? I’m a fucking goner.
“Is your silence a good thing?”
I can tell by her smirk that she knows every ounce of blood that was in my head is rushing to my dick.
“I actually don’t have words.” I kick off my shoes and strip down to my boxer briefs before meeting her in the center of the bed. I let my fingers gently trace around the cups, giving her goosebumps as I feel her heartbeat pick up. “When did you get this?”
“The other day when you were working out with Linc. I did a little baby shopping.”
“This doesn’t look like it’s for the baby.”
She shrugs in an ever-so-sexy way. “I meant to shop for the baby. But I walked past a store and saw this in the window…and...I don’t know…it called to me.”
“I’m so glad it did,” I say as I hook a finger in the barely tied together bow and unravel it, letting it spill open. Once her breasts fall from the fabric, I’m like a man possessed, shoving my face between them.
The only sounds coming from me now are the feral moans I let out as I bury my head between her tits. I’ve been obsessed with her—and these—from that first night. But pregnancy tits? Holy shit that was a new kink unlocked, and I’m not mad about it.
“Maddox,” Gabi cries out, her hands immediately grabbing onto my shoulders as I lick a line straight up between her breasts. “That feels so good.”
“You are so fucking sexy,” I say as I pull one of her peaked nipples in my mouth. I don’t mean to moan into her skin, but once my free hand travels down to her pussy, which is absolutely already soaked for me, there is absolutely no holding it back. “How long have you been this wet for me?”
Her breathing is heavy as I work my finger in and out of her, her voice a low rasp as she answers me through the pleasure. “Since the car.”
“Did sucking my dick like that make you wet?”
“Yes,” she sighs out, her legs nearly giving out as I add a second finger. “I wanted you so badly.”
“You were sucking me so good, gorgeous.” I don’t stop working my fingers, but I make sure to keep my other hand around her waist, wanting her to stay upright for this, ensuring our eye contact never breaks. “You couldn’t stay away from my cock could you?”
“I couldn’t…I didn’t like her looking at you like that.”
“Was my gorgeous girl jealous?”
She shakes her head. “I didn’t like her looking at what’s mine.”
Mine. One word. One syllable. But that’s all I need to send me over the fucking cliff for this woman.
Because she’s right. I am hers. And she’s mine. In every sense of the fucking word.
I crash my lips to hers harder than I have probably ever kissed her before in my life.
The force of it knocks both of us down on the bed, but neither of us mind.
Her hands are in my hair and down my back, leaving marks as I kiss every inch of skin I can find.
I do one more pass down her body, resisting a prolonged pit stop at her peaked nipple.
Not that I couldn't spend all night there, I just have somewhere else I’d rather be.
I push off my boxer briefs as I move down, making sure to pay special attention to my favorite parts of her.
Which is basically every part. But I love watching her writhe as my tongue circles her belly button, feeling her twitch as my hands graze her waist. Hearing her sigh as I place open-mouthed kisses on each hip.
This close, I need to taste her more than I need air to breathe.
I glance up to see her back slightly arched and her eyes hooded, already feeling every sensation between us as my fingers toy at her opening.
My plan was to lick up every last drop of Gabi—craving her taste on my tongue—but with her words running on repeat in my head, I can’t wait another second.
I do take one long lick, curling my tongue at her clit and giving her just a taste of the sensations she now knows so well, before I crawl back on top of her.
“You’re mine, Gabrielle.”
“Yes,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair, holding my head close to her. “Yours.”
Our eyes stay locked as I glide into her with ease, harmonized groans leaving our bodies as I sink into her.
I mean to take this slow, I really do, but I can’t help myself.
Between looking at Gabi’s pregnant body taking my cock like only she can, the word “mine” on loop in my head, and the fact that I, without a doubt, am head over fucking heels in love with this woman, I can’t control myself.
“Do you know how magnificent you are? Every time you take my cock all I can think about is how perfect you are.”
“I love taking it. You fuck me so— Ah!”
There it is. That spot that flips her switch every time, always guaranteed to give her a toe-curling orgasm. “Yes, Gabrielle. Scream it. Scream how much you love taking me.”
“I…love…taking…your…cock.”