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I worked over one breast and then the other with my lips, tongue, and teeth, finding every gesture and point of contact that could turn Madelyn’s breaths into something closer to panting. With every passing second, my confidence grew. There was no mistaking the hungry noises slipping from her mouth or the almost frantic way she clutched at my hair and my shoulders.
“Oh, Dexter,” she mumbled. “Feels so good.”
Her hips had started to cant upward as if seeking friction. A fresh wave of heat rushed through my body with that observation. I slid down her body, placing a kiss here and there, stroking her thighs as I eased down her panties, marking even more territory I’d want to return to again and again whenever I had the chance.
Then I reached her pussy, and at first I could only stare again. Taking in the delicate folds and the slick arousal that’d already gathered there. Inhaling the heady scent of her desire.
Now this was more than just a puzzle to unravel. This part of her deserved worship.
It felt completely natural to lower my mouth to her sex. To slide my tongue over those folds and up to the sensitive button with a flick that earned me another moan.
The wild, musky flavor of her took me from half-hard to achingly erect in an instant. Madelyn bucked to meet my mouth, and I suckled her pussy more avidly, rocking with the motions of her hips. Her fingers snagged in my hair again, little cries spilling out of her.
I could have kept going, could have brought her all the way to her release with just my mouth. I could tell I’d be able to take her there like this. But I wanted more than that this time. With every throb of my cock, I longed to join with her fully, to move inside her as well as against her.
“Dexter,” she gasped. “Please.”
I didn’t need more of an invitation than that. Abruptly grateful for the few condoms Slade had insisted I take to stash in my bedside table’s drawer—“Because I don’t want you having to knock on my door for them when you finally do find yourself a girlfriend who deserves you,” he’d said with a grin—I lifted myself up, licking the taste of Madelyn from my lips, and fished a packet out.
Madelyn smiled up at me as I ripped open the foil. She reached down to massage my balls while I rolled the condom over my shaft, and my brain just about short-circuited from the zing of pleasure. With a groan I couldn’t restrain, I pushed her back down on the bed and lined myself up.
I couldn’t go slow, but I didn’t think she wanted me to. As I plowed into her, she raised her hips to welcome me. A rough sound escaped her, and she dragged my mouth back to hers.
There was no word for the next sensation that swept through me other than pure and utter bliss. Our mouths collided again and again as I thrust into her.
“So lucky,” I murmured against her lips, thinking back to our earlier conversation. “So fucking lucky.”
“Mmm. Me too. Me too, having you.”
It’d never occurred to me that any woman would consider me a lucky catch. An unexpected laugh tumbled out of me, turning into a groan as she teased her fingernails down my back.
I bucked into her harder, faster. Madelyn writhed beneath me, but I wasn’t sure it’d be enough. I shifted my weight onto one arm so I could trail the other hand down over her breast, rolling her nipple, and down to where we were joined to stroke her clit. She’d liked it when Beckett had done that, I’d noticed.
“Oh, fuck,” Madelyn rasped, a shudder running through her. I picked up my pace just a little more, and she clenched around me with a cry that was the most delicious sound I’d ever heard. Her head bowed back into the pillow.
The clenching of her cunt around me yanked me over the edge with her. I came with a sharp burst of heat, groaning into the crook of her neck.
Madelyn hummed happily and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I eased down partly on top of her, partly beside her, still enjoying the warmth generated where our bodies touched. Taking in her smile, I couldn’t restrain a wide one of my own.
I might not be the perfect man, but I’d given her everything she needed in this specific moment. And I would do it again, as many times as I could.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Madelyn
Isat with my feet propped on the coffee table as Dexter played some kind of war game on his gaming console. He’d done the chivalrous thing and offered me a controller, but I’d declined. Based on the way he flew through the game with effortless ease, barely even focusing his scope on an opponent before pulling the trigger, I knew that if I’d taken him up on his offer to play, I would have either been in the way or obliterated in seconds by the opposing team.
Anyway, I had something much more important to worry about. I couldn’t get Summer off my mind, especially when we’d gone longer without talking than we ever had. She’d texted me once after I’d blown her off at the hospital, and I hadn’t figured out how to reply yet. But the longer I waited, the worse it got.
And my best friend had done nothing to deserve my silence.
Only one thing could really solve this mess: the truth. Unfortunately, the truth was the last thing I could give to her when the situation was so precarious and anyone connected to us might be at risk. If Summer found out what I’d discovered, there was no way she wouldn’t insist on getting involved.
I couldn’t let that happen.
I could only hope that our friendship was strong enough to handle this.
I tapped out a message carefully, trying to keep it simple. Short, but sincere.
