Chapter 32 Maddox
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
maddox
My heart flutters when I wake and find Annalise curled up in my arms. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow on her beautiful face.
She’s still in a deep slumber, a peaceful smile gracing her lips.
I caress her silky waves and place a kiss on top of her head, wanting to savor this moment.
Last night was truly magical. We fit together perfectly, as if we were made for each other, and our bodies moved in harmony.
With Annalise, it was never just about pleasure.
What we share is far more intimate and visceral.
Our lovemaking is filled with an immeasurable passion that feels as if it could reach across galaxies.
We connect not only on a physical level, but also on emotional and spiritual ones.
Two lost souls found each other again and became one.
The time apart made us realize how much we mean to each other. We were able to grow and reflect over the years and have come back stronger than ever.
I slide out of bed, careful not to wake her, and head to the kitchen. Pulling out my phone, I pull up the pancake recipe I have saved and gather ingredients from the fridge and pantry.
Annalise would always cook for me. For once, I want to be the one to wake her up with a nice meal. After the night we had, I know she’ll wake up starving. I didn’t expect for her to stay the night, but I went to the grocery store the other day in case she did.
Using the measuring cups and spoons I haven’t touched before today, I carefully measure out the ingredients and place them in the mixer. Once the batter has a smooth, even texture with no clumps, I coat the pan with nonstick spray.
The first pancake cooks unevenly because I poured too much batter into the pan. So I pour less batter when making the next one, and end up burning it to a crisp.
“Fuck, why is this so hard? They always make it look so easy on TV,” I mutter to myself. Perhaps I should’ve practiced first.
After a few more failed attempts, I slice up some Spam, throw it in the air fryer, and pop slices of bread in the toaster. I somehow manage to make sunny-side-up eggs, so at least this wasn’t a complete and total disaster.
“Am I dreaming or is Maddox Kamado actually cooking?”
I turn around and see Annalise standing by the sink with Tsuki trailing behind her.
She’s dressed in nothing but my T-shirt, which fits her like a dress, ending a few inches above her knees.
I’ve seen Annalise in everything from casual clothes to black-tie attire, but nothing compares to seeing her wear my clothes.
It serves as a reminder that she is mine.
I rub the back of my neck and place the plates of toast, Spam, and eggs on the counter near the barstools. “I, uh, tried to make pancakes, but I failed miserably. You don’t have to eat this if you don’t want to. We can order delivery.”
A small chuckle leaves her lips. “You are too adorable.” She slides onto the bar stool and bites into a piece of Spam. “This is delicious. And you made spicy Spam?”
I settle next to her, the tension in my muscles easing up. “Are the eggs okay?”
“They’re perfect.” She leans in, pressing a swift kiss to my lips. “Thank you for making me breakfast. And for the mind-blowing sex last night.”
My mouth lifts into a grin. “It was pretty damn mind-blowing.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “Are you up for another round or have you had enough?”
She giggles and slaps my hand away. “I still need some more time to recover from last night. Let me enjoy this meal you made for me. This is a rare occurrence.”
Grabbing a slice of Spam and some eggs, she lays it onto a piece of toast, folds it into a sandwich, and takes a bite. “Mmm, so good.”
“I promise I’ll make you pancakes one day.”
“I can teach you next time.”
“Next time huh?” I lift a brow, a grin tugging at my lips. “So does that mean I should get used to waking up next to you again?”
“Perhaps. We’ll have to see how the second date goes.” A playful smirk dances on her lips.
“I promise you it’ll be better than the first date.”
She takes another bite of her Spam-and-egg toast. “I don’t know. Seeing you scream like a baby during that Train Terror ride will be pretty hard to top.”
“I’m glad you find humor in me being terrified,” I deadpan.
She sits up straight, clapping her hands together. “Ooh! Can we go to a real haunted house one day? There are some where you’re able to stay the night. That would be the ultimate date.”
I take another bite of my food and shake my head. “Okay, I think all of those orgasms you had last night are fogging your brain.”
“Trust me—my mind is perfectly clear. I think it would be fun,” she says, her lips pulling into a smirk.
“I think we have different ideas of fun, sweetheart,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Also, I think I may reconsider taking you on a second date. I’m beginning to question your sanity.”
A laugh bursts from her. “I’m joooking. I enjoy a good scary movie, but I would never actually set foot in a real haunted house.”
“I don’t know who in their right mind would pay for that shit.” I clear the rest of my plate and glance at the clock. It’s a quarter to ten. “Damn it.”
“What’s wrong?”
I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “I have to head to practice soon. It starts at eleven.”
“Oh. I’ll help you clean up.” She starts to get up but I grab her hand to stop her.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it later. I wish I could skip it, but I don’t want to give Coach another reason to be angry with me.”
Annalise’s brows draw together. “Another reason?”
Right. I haven’t told her about what Lucas said about her. Talking about him isn’t exactly my favorite subject, and there hasn’t been a right time to tell her.
“Yeah, so… I kinda beat the living shit out of Lucas a couple of weeks ago.” I let out a shaky laugh.
“What? What the hell happened?” Her eyes grow wide, round as saucers.
Anger simmers in my veins as Lucas’s pompous face flashes through my mind. “I overheard him telling Chandler how he can’t wait to find out what you’re like in bed.”
Her lips curl into a snarl and she crushes the empty water bottle near her. “What a fucking pig!”
“He started antagonizing me and said that I cheated on you and a bunch of other bullshit. So I fucking lost it.”
She releases a groan, burying her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I fell for his nice-guy act. You’ve been right about him all along. I was too much of an idiot to see it.”
“You’re not an idiot,” I say, taking her hands and putting them in mine. “You see the good in everyone and give them the benefit of the doubt.”
“Yeah, but that’s not always a good trait to have. That’s how you get fucked over. I’m just glad I ended things before it went any further.”
I lower my gaze to the ground, a trembling breath slipping past my lips. “For a second, I thought I would lose you to him.”
She shakes her head and gives my hand a squeeze.
“I hope you know that I never felt anything for him. I thought going on a date with him would help me move on and get my mind off you. But it only made me realize how much I wanted to be with you.” With her gaze locked on mine, she places her palm on my cheek.
“You’ll never lose me. I’m yours, Maddox. Always have been. Always will be.”
A warm rush of emotions floods my chest as her words envelope me like a sweet symphony. They serve as a promise of forever and of our unbreakable bond.
I rest my forehead on hers and weave my fingers through her hair. “And I will always be yours.”
I pull her close to me, kissing her soft pink lips. Every kiss we share is electric, sending zings down my spine and awakening every single nerve. Her lips part slightly and I thrust my tongue inside.
The moan she releases in my mouth has my cock throbbing with need. Lifting her up, I move her to the counter and pull my T-shirt over her head. She lets out a sharp cry when I place my mouth over her swollen peaks, licking and sucking in quick succession.
My hand moves between her legs and a deep groan rumbles through me when I find her panties soaked with arousal. “Do you still need time to recover? Or can you take my dick again?” Pushing her panties to the side, I slip two fingers in her with ease.
Her head falls back and unintelligible words slip through her lips.
“I’m gonna need you to speak clearly.” I push my fingers deeper, hitting her sensitive spot while I rub her clit, and she lets out a strangled cry.
“Maddox!” she moans, tightening her grip on the counter.
The sight of her topless and moaning with my fingers inside her has my cock rock-hard. And she is so fucking wet. A small puddle is already forming on my counter.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. Pushing my shorts off, I release my aching bulge from its confinement.
I rip off her lace panties and drag the head of my cock through her dripping pussy. She squirms on the counter and her breathing becomes erratic. “You’re still not giving me an answer.” My fingers tug her nipples and she lets out a loud gasp.
“Fuck me, Maddox.” She wraps her hand around my length and positions it near her entrance. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me hard.”
Her words awaken something primal within me. Spreading her legs wide, I grip her thighs and slam my cock into her tight cunt.
Her screams of pleasure ripple through the entire house as I fuck her senseless, pounding into her with deep, brutal thrusts.
My phone buzzes repeatedly on the counter, a flurry of messages lighting up the screen—it’s the team group chat. I switch it to Do Not Disturb. I have more important matters to take care of.
After giving her multiple earth-shattering orgasms on my kitchen counter, I check my phone while Annalise rinses off in the shower.
Darius
Coach just called me and said practice is canceled. Chandler got into a car accident. They had to rush him to the hospital.
Elijah
Oh fuck, it must be bad. I pray that he’ll be okay.
Andrés