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Madd sighs and leans against the bathroom doorway as he crosses his thick muscled arms. "I know baby, I'm sorry."
Shrugging, I apply toothpaste to my electric toothbrush and wet it under a stream of water. Pausing before I brush my teeth, I take in Maddox's expression in the mirror. He looks sad and far away, deep in his thoughts. Giving him a minute to think about whatever's on his mind, I quickly brush my teeth,twice,before rinsing with mouthwash.
Look, I know condoms are great. Healthy, safe, smart choices. But they taste like ass and no one can prove me wrong. You cant make rubber tasty and that is a hill I will die on.
"I didn't even come in here for that," Maddox grumbles as I dry my face with a hand towel. My eyebrows shoot up at him, because, it's not like he was complaining. "I know, I know. It was amazing and I appreciate your many talents, don't get me wrong. But I actually was supposed to be relaying a message and well, I got distracted." He shrugs sheepishly, his cheeks taking on a pink tint. It makes me smile because he's feeling chastised and I didn't even have to say anything.
"What distracted you?" I whisper, feigning sex-kitten vibes that I sure as hell do not possess.
"Nu-uh, you will not distract me again, sea witch!" he shouts, dancing away from me like my touch will possess him.
"I didn't evendoanything to distract you the first time!" I cry, throwing my hands out at my sides. Maddox looks at me like I'm nuts or senile and I have to pause, mentally rolling through the last twenty minutes of my life. Scrunching up my face, I glare at the big doofus. "I was literally laying on my bed doing nothing!"
"Exactly!" he yells. We both stare at each other, breathing heavily before breaking out into a huge fit of laughter.This right here, this is how I know they aren't what Hunter thinks they are.
When we finally get ourselves under control, Madd walks up to me and pulls me into a tight embrace. I settle my head onto his chest and he rests his, on the top of my head, making me sigh a happy sound. I freaking love when tall guys do this shit. It's like being wrapped in a muscle burrito, surrounded on all sides.
"I have to run toThe Denand drop off the front door keys. Daria forgot hers. Nyx is taking you to your place and I'll meet you guys there. He's ready when you are." Pulling away slightly, I look up at him. I didn't miss the way he said Daria's name, all growly like he can't stand even the thought of just her name. I have to fight a smile at how happy that makes me because I seriously hate the bitch. Then it dawns on me that he said more words after that.
"Wait, that was like twenty minutes ago that you came in here. Are you telling me that Daria's waiting outsideThe Denfor you right now and instead you were hooking up with me?" Maddox grins and nods his head, further endearing himself to me. Pushing up onto my tiptoes, he sees my intent and meets me halfway so I can show my appreciation by way of a tongue slip. "And did you say Nyx has also been waiting on us for that long?" I whisper against his lips. He smirks and nods again, earning himself a thorough thank you.
We make sure to keepbothof the annoying assholes waiting a bit longer.
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"Tookyoulongenough,"Nyx murmurs, his eyes on his phone as he types away. Without even looking up, he pushes past me, shoulder checking me on the way to the elevator. My mouth drops open as I gape at him. This man seriously has a condition. He must. It's the only explanation for his constant mood swings. There is something 100% wrong with him.
"Are you coming?" he barks, making me jump. Gritting my teeth, I slide my phone into the built-in pockets of my leggings and slowly walk into the elevator, glaring at his downturned head the entire time.This motherfucker.
Stepping in, I keep as much distance from him as I can in the small space. The awkward silence makes my skin prickle with irritation. I can't deny the fact that being in a confined space like this with him does things to me, primarily, making me aware of how much I'm drawn to him even when I hate him.
Leaning forward, Nyx presses the button for the underground garage. The movement has his arm brushing against mine. I can feel every single hair on his arm as it glides across my skin and it pisses me off even more that such a simple act has me biting my lip in order to avoid groaning out loud. His scent of pepper, sage, and cedarwood fills the tiny box to the point that it surrounds me completely.
I need to get out of here. I need some fresh air,stat.As if the gods above finally heard one of my silent pleas, the door slides open and I all but fall out in my haste to escape his overwhelming presence. Nyx bypasses me, shooting me a smug smile as if he knows exactly what my damage is. He saunters over to one of the two black Range Rovers they have. The door opens automatically when he wraps his hand around the door handle. It hits me then that I am going to be stuck in yet another confined space with him for who knows how long. How will I survive this torture?
"Let's go before I leave your ass here!" he snaps, yet again making me jump. Ignoring my need to stomp my foot in irritation, I straighten my spine, not letting him see how much he gets to me, and make my way to the SUV. Casually glancing around the garage, I take note of what vehicles are missing. Stones bike is gone, the other SUV is gone and so is Gage's Ferrari.
Sliding onto the leather seat, I close my door and buckle up. The moment I'm settled, I have toliterallyswallow down a scream when I realize that the entire fucking vehicle smells like him, but on steroids.
"Did you spill your fucking cologne in here?" I snap, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. His brows furrow like I'm speaking a whole other language. "Did you spray too much on your balls and now it's all over the seat or something?"
Nyx stares at me for a moment before surprising the fuck out of me as he barks out a laugh. The sound is so genuine and warm and I immediately realize that it's not a sound I've ever heard from him. The most he's ever given in my presence is a sardonic chuckle. His rich laughter fills the car and the impact it leaves on me is confusing as hell. My stomach erupts with butterflies as goosebumps break out over my skin. It's enough to make me want to either bolt from a moving vehicle or hop onto his lap.
I'm not even aware that I'm grinning along with him until his eyes find my face and his smile immediately evaporates. "Why do you look like that?" he asks, his face now pinched with irritation.
"Like what?" I murmur.
His brows pinch together as he glances between me and the road a few times like he doesn't understand what's happening right now. I have to admit, I don't really understand either. "You look happy," he mutters as though the words are foreign on his tongue.
"So?" I drawl. What the fuck is this dudes deal. When he doesn't respond, just continues to look between me and the road like I'm some sort of alien he's never seen before, I continue. "It's okay you know," I say softly. "Everyone has problems and therapy isn't a big deal. I even go to group therapy. I could probably get like a name or number for you and I bet there are even medications for—"
"What and the fuck are you talking about?" he growls, his fists tightening on the steering wheel.
My brows raise as I say simply, "For your mood disorder of course. Truly, at this point, it's the only thing that makes sense."
His mouth opens and closes a few times and I can't help but grin at him. He looks like a cute little guppy. I have to admit, I like him a lot better when he's not speaking. "I don't have a fucking mood disorder!"Awww, there he goes, opening his trap again.Rolling my eyes, I look back at the road only to realize we aren't headed toward my house. We're going in the complete opposite direction.
