“You were young. Nothing wrong with wanting to believe the best in someone.”
“Except he was never the best, and I’d fooled myself into thinking he would change. I threw myself into the marriage, twisted myself in knots to please him. Since he loved Christmas, I made sure we did it big every year. Parties, decorations, cookies, music… All day, every day.”
Then, one day, Marv had come home from work and told me wanted a divorce, but he wouldn’t get one because the church elder told him he had to stay with me. He’d confessed that he’d never stopped seeing that bitch and made it clear that he didn’t want me anymore. BecauseIwasn’t wife material, becauseIdidn’t want to have a threesome, becauseIworked too much. BecauseI, becauseIbecauseI… Everything was my fault.
“I left him,” I said. “Took my shit and walked away. But I’ve dreaded this season every year since because it was a reminder of everything I’d lost.”
“Damn,” Maddox murmured. “Is he still around because I want to kick the shit out of him.”
I laughed. “If he saw you, he’d run. Muthafuckin’ punk.”
“If I see him, he better run.”
I searched Maddox’ eyes, noted the sincerity in his brown orbs. Stepping on the tips of my toes, I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip until he groaned and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m ready for the second course.”
Half an hour later, Maddox carried me into his Airbnb, his mouth fused to mine. We didn’t stop to take our shoes off, my belt bag was still pushed up into my breasts, and my coat was hanging off one shoulder as he walked us to the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, he set me on my feet and turned me away from him. He peeled my coat off, kissing my earlobe, the back of my neck, my shoulder. My belt bag was next, tossed somewhere behind us. My shirt followed, then my bra. His warm lips traveled down my spine, and back up again.
Shit. Maddox hadn’t even touched my breasts or my clit, his dick was still inside his pants, and my body was on fire, already on the brink of an orgasm. He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my zipper, and slid his hand inside my panties. I gasped when his finger brushed my clit, I moaned when he strummed it like a guitar, and I groaned when he slipped one, then two fingers inside my pussy.Oh.My.God.
He groaned. “It’s okay, Sloane,” he whispered against my ear. “Come.”
Damn. Maybe it was his words, or the low sound of his voice in my ear. It could’ve been the heat of his body behind me, the feel of his erection against my back, the press of his fingers against my spot that sent me over the edge. But as my orgasm pulsed through me stealing my breath and my soul, I decided it was all of the above.
Sated, I wanted to sink to the floor, but his hold on me prevented it. “Shoes,” he murmured, nipping my shoulder.
The low command registered through the haze of desire, and I kicked off my UGGs. He pushed my jeans down, then my panties, kissing the small of my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs and my knees.
I tried to remain standing. I really tried. My legs didn’t cooperate, though, and my knees buckled under the pleasure. Only I didn’t fall. Instead, he scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the bed, and dropped me on the soft mattress.
Opening my eyes, I laughed. “Thanks,” I breathed.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “No problem.” He tugged his shirt off.
“Ooo wee.” My eyes widened as I realized I’d said that out loud.
He chuckled. “You’re funny.”
“Damn, Maddox. Do you live in the gym?”
He barked out a laugh and climbed on top of me. “Sometimes,” he murmured against my mouth. He licked my lips, before he kissed me, and…
Lawd, he is so damn hot. I unbuckled his jeans and pushed them off his hips as his lips brushed over my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone, and finally my breasts. He sucked a nipple in his mouth and I… Okay, I whimpered. Because it felt too damn good,wefelt too fucking right to hold it in.
Maddox had seemingly made it his mission to drive me crazy with need for him, because he continued his journey down my body, dipping his tongue in my belly button and licking his way to my pussy. I raised myself up on my elbows because I wanted to watch. Yet, when his tongue flicked over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, I fell back against the mattress. And, yes, I whimpered again because it was sweet torture. The way he seemed to know what I needed at every turn. This orgasm crashed into me, sharp and intense.So good.
I trembled when I felt his tongue on my clit again, and I closed my legs around his head. “You’re killing me,” I whispered.
“I’m still hungry,” he murmured before he brought me to yet another orgasm under his tongue.
My eyes drifted closed as waves of pleasure rolled through me. But Maddox wasn’t done. No, he was on the move again, kissing his way back up my body, lingering at my breasts before his lips met mine again.His mouth… I could probably die happy if I could kiss him every day.
That thought sobered me and I tensed up for a quick second because… That’s not what this was.Right?
“Hey?” he called softly. “You okay?”
I searched his eyes. Ten years ago, I’d made the decision to sleep with a stranger because he didn’t feel strange to me. He was sincere, sweet. When I looked at him now, I realized that hadn’t changed. That thing that drew me to him, that made me feel safe with him was still there. I still wanted to immerse myself in it, in him.
