“No matter how mad at me you get or how much you claim to not like me at a particular moment, you could never hate me.”
“Don’t test me.”
“So spunky.” He nips at my earlobe. “Just one of the many things that makes me love you.”
I may not literally hate him, but the churning in my gut, the boiling of my blood, and the pounding beat of my heart tells me I’m giving it the good ol’ college try.
Not gonna lie, part of me is jealous of how easily he can say the words. Why can’t I? It’s only three words, eight letters. That’s nothing. That’s barely even a tagline. So why? Why? Why? Why?
Fuck me this is Ryan all over again.
If my life were one of my books, I can only imagine how they would rip me apart in the reviews.
I should have never had sex with Dex.
Ooo, now that sounds like my kind of Dr. Seuss book.
Agreed. Think about it: Sex With Dex. Instead of telling you all the places you could eat green eggs and ham—because who really eats green eggs and ham?—it could list off all the places you can do it.
A car.
A counter.
Bent over the desk in the office.
A chair.
A couch.
Oh-em-gee the list is endless!
Yup, definitely shouldn’t have had sex with Dex. It’s like his dick was the key, unlocking a whole new level of ridiculous for the characters in my head. Orgasms are apparently like steroids to them, and now they’re bouncing around like they are at a tea party with the Mad Hatter.
Honestly, I wish I could fall down the rabbit hole, because in Wonderland it’s all eat this and drink that, but instead of making me big or shrinking me tiny, maybe I could find something that would help me actually be able to fall in love with a person.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I had to go and fall in love with a McClain. Goddamn stubborn mofos, the lot of them.
I’ll have to remember to follow up with their group’s book club, because I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to want to shake the woman I’m trying to tell I love. Then again, maybe it’s common.
Shake her, strangle her, put her over my knee and spank her until she stops lying to me and to herself—all of those seem like viable options right now.
The thing I can’t figure out is why she won’t admit her feelings.
She loves me. I know she does. I’ve seen it in the way she looks at me, in how her body subconsciously angles toward me when we’re in a group, and in how she stays close any time she’s been spooked.
Every breathy sigh and pleasure-filled moan, each dig of her nails into my back to keep me close—when I’m bringing her pleasure, she’s too caught up in it—in us—to hide.
Maybe that’s what I need to do…
Spend as much time naked together as possible, let her body tell me all the things she refuses to say out loud. Maybe if I do that, she’ll be able to voice the words I know she feels.
It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
Maddey McClain better prepare herself, because I’m coming in hot.
Bending my knees, I cup my hands under her ass and lift her into my arms. Spreading my feet, I use my body to support her, leaving my hands free to roam and claim.
I may be brute brawn and she a tiny pixie, but our bodies still fit together perfectly. Really, it’s genetics’ way of proving we were made for each other.
Gripping her by the nape, I cover her mouth with mine, feeling her melt under me. Her hands relent and stop trying to push me away, traveling up to lock around my neck.
“I love you,” I say against her lips, her thighs squeezing my hips in response.
I kiss her chin, follow along her jaw and down her neck. She arches each time my lips make contact with her skin.
Down and down I go, sucking a nipple into my mouth as it is thrust against me. She mewls, the sting of her nails washed away under the cool water.
“I love you.” I grind my hips forward.
“Dex.” She meets me with a roll of her own. My erection slips between the lips of her pussy, sliding through her wetness and bumping along the hard nub of her clit.
“I love you.” I smile against her skin when she growls.
“Stop.” Another hip roll. “Saying.” Another squeeze of her thighs. “That.” I’m pretty sure she just drew blood as the ridge of my cock head flicks her clit again.
“Why should I, Tink?”
I keep teasing her when she doesn’t answer right away.
“Because.”
I wait for her to continue, but that’s all she says.
“Wow, great argument. You’re a real wordsmith, Miss Bestselling Author.”
The death glare she shoots me has me hardening the slightest bit more, and I find her entrance and push inside. The contrast of the chilly water and the warmth of her pussy surrounding my dick is almost enough to bring me to my knees.
“I love you.”
“Unless you’re gonna talk dirty to me, keep your mouth shut.”
Oh, my little Tinker Bell. It’s like she stepped in ink, but instead of showing me the path to Pan’s hideout, she’s supplying me with the quickest way to Orgasmville. We can certainly stop at Dirty Talk Village on our trip to Poundtown.
“See this?” Instead of pumping my hips, I keep a steady press, waiting for her body to adjust. “The way you suck me in?” I keep pushing until I’m buried to the hilt. “Your body knows it loves me. Now we just have to get”—I run a thumb over her bottom lip, pinching her chin between my fingers—“this smart mouth of yours on the same page.”
Her eyes flutter closed and she trembles, wet strands of hair sticking to the tile as she thrashes her head in denial.
“One day soon, this”—I lean in and suck her lip into my mouth—“will tell me what your body is already shouting at me.”
She attempts another rebuttal, but her heels dig into my ass like she’s wearing spurs and I’m the horse she’s trying to encourage. Giddy up, Tink—I’ll be your motherfucking stallion.
“You’re mine.” I’m hyperaware of every vein, every ridge of my cock as it drags along her walls with each lazy pull out and leisurely push in.
“You’re wrong,” she insists, but she clutches at me when I swivel my hips to hit that special place inside that takes her to infinity and beyond.
“You’ve been mine for years.”
The great blue bikini incident may have been the catalyst for changing how I saw her, but she’s always been mine.
“Even before we were old enough to realize it.” I kiss the soft spot behind her ear. “Even when you were with someone else.” I kiss her cheek. “Even before I recognized it for what it was, you were always mine.”
Her lashes fan across her cheeks as she shuts me out by closing her eyes again. Bringing up Ryan may not have been the best play, and if they’d ended up together, I wouldn’t have gotten in the way of that. What I need her to realize, though, is that my feelings are very real and aren’t going away any time soon—as in ever.
“You’re mine, Maddey.”
“No I’m not.”
This woman has so much to learn.
Unwinding her legs from around me, I slip from her heat, my dick flipping me off in the process. I ignore him and can’t stop a triumphant grin at how she whimpers at the loss. Lowering her down, I keep my hands on her until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet.