Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
MADDOX
What unhinged fuck licks their woman’s cum off a dresser? Me motherfucker, get over it.
I knew what that little vixen was doing, and I couldn’t love her enough for it. Saving me from myself, like the walking sunshine she is. I almost lost her and have been treating her as if she’s made of glass. Evie doesn’t need that, she just needs me. To think this Goddess agreed to marry me and give me more babies threatens to put a lump in my throat. The minute I saw those green little panties and the wet spot in them I forgot how to breathe. She did that to keep me in the here and now, not dwelling on shit I can’t change.
Fuck I love her.
I let her hands go and raise her legs in the air and push them together on her shoulder. “Hold your legs right there. Don’t let them move.”
The sight of her pretty pussy sandwiched between those thick fucking thighs had my mouth watering. I dropped to my knees putting me at the perfect height, like she’s being served up to me. I give her a lazy lick making her legs shake.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her before I open her up with my thumbs, watching her pussy throb with anticipation.
“Eyes on me, Pretty Girl.”
Then I fuck her with my tongue moaning the deeper I bury my tongue. Never quite getting as deep as I want, because fuck I want to drink her from the source. I eat her pussy as sloppy as possible; I don’t stop after the first two orgasms I keep going.
“Maddox please.” Her cries make me momentarily pause. Sweaty as hell, she glows looking every bit the little vixen she is.
“Baby, what did I tell you was going to happen the next time you called me your friend?” I ask never taking my mouth off her.
I stare at the ring on her hand as it glitters. Smirking to myself because she’ll be reminded every day, I’m not her fucking friend.
“Y-You’d eat that word out of me.” Her stammer is fucking cute.
“Exactly, now let me fucking eat.” I go back to town turning her out with my mouth. Then I insert a finger, curving to hit that sweet spot and just as I do, she squirts and me being the man I am I don’t waste a drop.
I stand to my full height, pulling Evie’s dress off her exposing that beautiful body to me. I kiss every scar new and old that litters her body. She undoes my jeans and palms my hot shaft.
“Pretty Girl?—"
“Maddox, don’t talk just feel.”
I take my cock all the way out letting her play before kissing her softly. I pick her up off the dresser with her legs over both my arms and slowly enter her. Giving her time to adjust before moving. She puts her forehead against mine as I take my time opening her up to take more and more of me until I finally bottom out in her. She blows out a shaky breath.
Without removing myself I lay us on the bed, her underneath me. I don’t rush and fuck her. Instead, I take my time cherishing her and the fact she’s still here. I try to convey in this moment what I feel I have never gotten quite right with my words. How she’s everything to me, and I don’t think I could have survived this life if she didn’t. Every little sound she makes, every time those eyes hold me in their gaze, I tell myself how fucking lucky I am.
“I love you, Pretty Girl.”
I kiss her with as much love as I can muster. Life is uncertain and while I know each day isn’t granted, I will fucking relish each day that way.
Later we lay in bed Evie propped on my chest as I read Pride and Prejudice to her. Something I started doing to her in the hospital and she’s asked me to do every night since.
“Maddox?”
I close the book and look down at her. She’s lying on my stomach with one arm under her head as she looks at the ring on her finger.
“Did you ever get in trouble for breaking Trip Wallers arm?”
Where the hell is this coming from? “No, Crow turned over the footage of him picking you up by the neck. It wasn’t justified per say, but didn’t warrant an arrest so I just paid a fine.”
“So, you’ve broken someone’s arm, and killed for me. Why would you ever doubt me wanting to have a child with you?”
“Evie—"
She turns over, resting her chin on both of her hands. “I know this isn’t tit for tat or whatever the hell you like to say, but did you honestly doubt I would want that?”
I swallow. “Evie, it’s not that I doubted you wanting it for a second. It was me.”
I look into her mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—both watching me with confusion. I let out a shaky breath, trying to put it into words. “I didn’t know if I could ask for that again—from the world, or from you. It felt like the second I did, God might decide to mess with me and take something else away. I’ve already lost my daughter, almost lost my brother, and came way too close to losing you. Evie, I don’t think I could handle losing anything else.”
“Maddox, you can’t live like that. We both know better than most just how much ugly and good the world can throw at you. But I’m done living my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to be present, to enjoy all the good things life gives me without constantly expecting the worst. Bad things will happen, sure, but when I look back, I see how much I’ve missed out on—too scared to truly appreciate the good because I was always bracing for something bad. I don’t want to live that way anymore”
“I don’t know how to live like that.”
“Me either, what do you say we learn together Big Guy?”
I give her a nod that she returns with a smile that makes my heart speed up.
“So, when do you want to get married?”
I laugh. “Baby, you can’t ask me that. I’ll drag you to the courthouse right now if I could, but I have a feeling that’d cause an uproar in our family. Tell me Evie, when you envision our wedding what do you see?”
I stroke her hair as she ponders my question. I don’t care if she wants to get married at the flea market or the grocery store, makes no difference to me. I just need her.
“A small fall wedding at the lake,” she says, her voice soft. “Just as the leaves have started changing colors, and the air has that slight chill to it. You in a black tux, surrounded by all our family and friends.”
I can see it now, vivid in my mind. Her beauty, framed by the tall pine trees, the crystal-clear water reflecting the amber hues of the sky. It’s perfect. A place where nature’s peace and the love we share can blend seamlessly.
Evie once said she wants someone whose broken pieces line up with her own, but I’ve come to understand that it’s not the broken pieces that make that connection—it’s the jagged ones. The parts of yourself you think are too flawed, too sharp, to ever be loved. The parts you hide away, convinced no one will ever be able to handle them. Then you meet someone who does, and you realize it’s never about spending all your time obsessing over your own jagged edges. It’s about loving someone else’s.
Watching the person you love learn to love those jagged edges of themselves in the way you do adds a new layer to the love you share. It’s not about perfect alignment—it’s about embracing the imperfections. I didn’t choose the easy parts of Evie Taylor; I chose the roughest edges. Loving those first, helping her smooth them out, gave her the strength to rebuild. Not into someone perfect, but into something stronger, something whole.
And in the process, I became whole too.