I begin to wonder if I was sucked into a time warp when Maddox reads the truth from my eyes like we’ve been a couple for years. “You scratched Col’s neck?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be a scratch. The boxcutter was blunt,” I confess before I can stop myself. After a quick swallow to moisten my throat, I say, “I took it out of Caidyn’s Jeep. I thought if I dealt with my uncle first, you wouldn’t have to, but I probably made matters worse. The boxcutter had Caidyn’s firm printed on it.”
“Ah.”
I wait for him to elaborate. When he doesn’t, I blurt out, “Ah? That’s it? I confessed my biggest, darkest secret, and all you say is ‘ah.’”
Maddox laughs like our conversation is nowhere near as serious as it is. “I wasn’t leaving you hanging. I was just taking a moment to absorb how kickass you are.” He scoops my hand in his, then tugs me to his side of the sofa. “You went against your blood for me. I fucking love that.”
“You won’t when he bites back. Col has been at this years longer than us. He knows what he’s doing.” Maddox shrugs like my worry has no steam. “We can’t go into this blind, Maddox. I won’t allow your family to be affected by this.”
“I know,” Maddox replies without the slightest bit of hesitation in his tone. “That’s why I’m not worried.”
My chest thrusts up and down when he pulls me to sit on his lap. He’s been unusually quiet the past three hours. It’s understandable. He was pushed to the brink, and although his body came out of the carnage relatively unscathed, I can’t say the same for his insides. The Walsh brothers are protective, cocky, and extremely lovable, but that isn’t where their skills end. They’re also master crafters at hiding their emotions.
The fact Maddox waited years to make a move is proof of this. Only days ago, I had no idea my crush was mutual.
After slinging my arms around Maddox’s neck, I lower my forehead to rest against his. His eyes are so dilated, I can see my cut cheek and swollen eye in his pupils. Lucky for me, they’re barely noticeable through the admiration shining in them. Tonight should have torn us apart, but for some strange reason, it made us even closer.
“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”
Maddox takes a moment to consider my question before he shakes his head. I’m disappointed, but I am also aware it will take more than an offer to listen to get him to open up.
“When you are, I’ll be right here, ready to catch you.”
The past thirty-six hours seem like barely a blip on the radar when he jerks up his chin. To most, my offer would be worthless, but to Maddox, it’s priceless.
The tension in the air shifts to lust when Maddox mutters out a couple of seconds later, “But until then, how shall we occupy our time?”
I twist my lips like the innuendo in his tone has no meaning. It also conceals the fact it’s three in the morning. “We could play a board game?” While fighting to hide my grin at the disappointment crossing Maddox’s face, I wave my hand over the stack under the coffee table. Once I’m certain his frustration is at a pinnacle, I add, “I’ve heard naked Twister is a lot of fun.”
“We can’t keep doing this,” I push out breathlessly when my overstretch for the red dot sees Maddox and me tumbling to the floor in a twisted mess of hands, lips, and tongues. “If we want any chance of making it out of the carnage unscathed, we need to add words in between the sex and flirting.”
I’m telling him we should stop at the same time I’m yanking his shirt out of his trousers. I’m dying to scrub my hands over the bumps in his midsection before dropping them to the much larger one sitting behind the zipper in his pants.
Much to Maddox’s disgrace, we fought our attraction as long as we could. I’m unsure whether I should be pleased or disgusted to announce we lasted a measly twenty minutes.
“Do you want me to stop? If you want me to stop, say so right now, Demi. I’ll stop as soon as the ‘s’ leaves your mouth.” Maddox slips a hand under my shirt and bra, groaning when he feels how budded his gravelly tone made my nipples. “It’ll fuckin’ kill me, but I’ll do it. I will stop this right now if that’s what you want.”
I answer him by tugging his pants down to his knees. “Sweet Lord,” I whisper to myself when his cock springs free from his trunks. I felt it in all its glory a little over twenty-four hours ago, but it’s thicker now, angrier.
Spirals of pleasure coil around me when I crawl down Maddox’s body at a slow, teasing pace. He made sure he landed on the floor, so I wouldn’t be crushed by him when my elbow began to wobble, so I have unimpeded access to his delicious body.
“Oh, fuck, Demi. I don’t know if I should let you do that,” Maddox says as he wets his suddenly bone-dry mouth. “I’m no longer wearing any trunks, but my family’s reputation is still at stake.”
I kiss the sixth, seventh, and eighth bump in his stomach before I drop my lips to the cropped blond hairs spread across his pelvis. “You’re not going to do a Flint or a Ramsey because you can’t come in your pants if you do it in my mouth.”
He falls back onto the Twister mat with a groan before throwing a hand over his snap-shut eyes. Worry would blast through me if I weren’t confident he wants this as bad as me.
“You’ll want to watch this,” I parrot, speaking the words he said to me when he made me ride his face. “Everything is better when you witness it firsthand.”
I don’t wait for his heated gaze to warm my face before swiping my tongue across the slit in the crest of his cock. I devour him without the slightest bit of hesitation. Talking can wait. My desire to taste him for the first time cannot.
“Fuck me,” comes out of Maddox’s mouth in a husky groan when I take his dick between my lips for the very first time. “This is even better than in my dreams.” He props his elbows onto two different colored spots before he raises his ass off the mat.
He didn’t change his position so he can feed his impressively thick shaft in and out of my mouth. He did it to ensure he can see exactly how far I take his cock down my throat.
“Fuck, Demi, fuck,” he curses when his engorged knob reaches the very back of my throat. “You can’t be as insanely sexy as you and know how to deep throat. You’ve got to give the competition something to strive for.”
His praise has me taking him into my wet, heated mouth faster. The strain it causes my cheeks is almost unbearable, but I soldier on, determined to show chemistry will always outrank skill level. I wasn’t eager to return the favor of my previous sexual partners since they mostly left me high and dry. I can’t use that excuse with Maddox. He’s brought me to climax more times than I’ve climaxed in my entire sexual history.
Suck after suck, I take him deeper and deeper. The moans simpering from his mouth encourage my relentless pursuit. I flatten my tongue, swivel it around his knob, and trace it along the veins feeding his magnificent manhood over and over again until his balls draw in close to his body.
I’m wet just from the way he watches me drive him to the brink one needy suck at a time, so I won’t mention how delicious he tastes. This isn’t supposed to be about me. I want to thank him for what he did and express that I’ll completely understand if he wants to take it all back once he realizes exactly what he did. I won’t hold it against him at all. Just the past two nights of freedom make up for a lifetime of injustices.