“Because if my father finds out we ran, he’s gonna skin me alive,” he said with a slight twist of his lips.
My eyes narrowed on him. “Ha. Funny. Very funny.”
I looked down at my long dress and figured this could be a problem. We weren’t really clothed for a bike ride. But thank God for the thigh high split. It allowed me to bunch my dress up and tie a knot at my thighs; this way, the fabric wouldn’t get trapped in the monster wheels.
“Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.
His gaze fell to my bare legs, and I could swear he swallowed, his eyes darkening in the slightest bit.
“Some place not here,” he announced smoothly, the deep baritone of his voice vibrating through my bones, all the way down to my toes. My body temperature spiked, burning with unspoken and forbidden need.
He offered me his tuxedo jacket, and I took it, pulling my arms through the sleeves and wrapping myself in his smell – his cologne and his familiar manly scent.
“Well, let’s go. Steal me away, Coulter.” I pulled down the visor of my helmet, obscuring my face from his gaze, a perfect hideaway for my flushed cheeks.
I straddled the bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle. It wasn’t the first time he took me on a bike ride. We had plenty of those during our times together.
We rode for a long time, the breeze in my hair and Maddox’s warm body against my front. It was… comforting.
This… this was exactly why I didn’t want to risk losing him.
This was why I kept my secret and locked away the night we spent together, the heated moment between us. Maddox didn’t remember our time together, and it was better this way. Even though I was the only one left haunted by the memories of us, me fingering myself as he humped me through our clothes.
Every time I stared at him, I remembered the look on his face as he orgasmed. My body tingled at the memory of his lips on my throat and his palms kneading my breasts.
It became harder for me to keep my untamed desires in check.
Maddox eventually came to a stop and the sound of crashing waves filled my ears. “We’re at the beach?”
He helped me off the bike, before straightening up to his full height. Maddox unbuckled the chin strap and pulled the helmet off. Once the weight was gone, I almost groaned in relief.
His thumb stroked my collarbone in a delicate manner before he caught himself and pulled away. “I brought you to my favorite spot. Let’s go.”
He grasped my hand in his and pulled me forward. My heels sank into the sand, and I stumbled forward, a surprised giggle spilling from my lips. Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. I kicked off my heels, my bare feet sinking into the soft sand. It felt so nice.
We walked closer to the waves, hand in hand. I could see the reflection of the full moon in the ocean, and the sound of the waves were melodious to my ears. We came here last year, with the rest of our friend group, on our summer vacation. It was good to be here again, but this time – just the two of us.
I didn’t want to admit it… but it was intimate.
Maddox and I settled on the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore. We fell into a comfortable silence, and I watched him from the corner of my eye. His face was hard and pensive, with shadows under his eyes. Maddox was okay without his parents in his life, but every time they made their presence known… I’ve seen Maddox retreat within himself – a place filled with anger and hate. He battled his inner wars on his own and in silence.
My heart ached because I wanted to hold him.
I wanted to soothe him, save him and to love him in ways he has never been loved before and in ways only I can love him.
If only he’d let me.
If only he was mine.
If only...
“Are you cold?” His voice echoed through my ears, and I shook away the muddling thoughts.
“No, not cold.” I went back to staring at the ocean. The urge to dip into the water was strong. “I want to take a swim.”
“We can, tomorrow.”
“Or…” I left the sentence hanging.
Maddox read my mind, and his eyes narrowed on me. “Lila,” he warned.
“Troublemaker. I learned from the best.” I blinked at him in fake innocence. “I dare you to go skinny dipping. Right now.”
He gave me a blank stare, before releasing a sigh. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Well, I don’t think this is that big of a deal. You dared me to wear a potato sack to the club last week! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”
The tension in his shoulders unraveled. Maddox half-shrugged. “Can’t be as embarrassing as you making me wear a fake pregnant belly. I was waddling around campus all fucking day, Lila.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. Oh, that was a sight to see. I’d never seen Maddox so offended in his life, and Colton still wouldn’t let him live down that fateful day.
Over the years, Maddox and I have done countless dares. Some of them wild and crazy. Some just plain… stupid and embarrassing.
Maddox taught me how to enjoy life, how to let go of fear and the need for control and to just… live.
I wasn’t just surviving any longer or simply going through the motions of life after the death of my parents.
I was… living and breathing life.
“So, do you dare?”
Maddox stood up and slowly unbuttoned his white shirt. He tugged at his bow tie, and it fell on the sand beside me. He peeled off his shirt, and my mouth went dry.
His stomach clenched, his abs rippled, and my stomach pooled with heat. My eyes traveled up the length of his torso up to his chest. His strong pecs and his nipples…
My pussy tightened. The silver nipple piercing shone under the moonlight.
I had to remind myself to breathe. My gaze slid up to his face. Chiseled jaw. Full lips. Nose that was slightly crooked, but it was only noticeable if someone paid close attention and his eyes blazed a deep blue – as deep as the ocean--eyes that could see inside my soul.
“I’ll get in the water on one condition. You have to do it.”
“Is that a dare?”
“No, I’m not wasting a dare on that.”
“You think I’ll get in just because you asked?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“So cocky.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
Maddox toed off his black, shiny dress shoes and kicked off his slacks. He left his boxers on and strode toward the waves. “Don’t be a chicken, Garcia,” he called out over his shoulder.
Oh no, he didn’t.
I held back a growl and came to my feet, glaring at his muscled back. I should have thought more about it… skinny dipping with Maddox was a bad idea, but I didn’t think.
I made silly decisions around Maddox.
I shrugged off my dress and my bra. Covering up my breasts with one arm, I left my lace panties on and jogged toward the water.
Maddox was already waist deep, wading through the cool water, before I jumped on his back. “Boo,” I said in his ear.
It was too late to realize my mistake.
My bare tits pressed against his back. Skin to skin. My eyes widened, and my breath stuttered.
Maddox tensed, inhaling sharply, as my puckered nipples rubbed against his shoulder blades. I squeezed my eyes shut, silently berating myself.