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“What the hell does that mean? Do I even want to know?”
“Let’s just say that Sammy made the perfect message from Rogers about what happens to people who fuck with him.”
“Jesus Christ, Maddox.” She shakes her head and jumps down from the counter. “My friends will be here tomorrow to collect Eva and Axel. I need some sleep.” She snags the pillow from the counter as she heads back out into the hallway to the lounge.
“Looks like we’ll have a house full tomorrow. Should be fun,” Zak jokes as he heads to bed too.
I lean forward, resting my hands on the counter and dropping my head. I take a few deep breaths. Being around Roxanne is like having every wound ever inflicted upon me ripped open.
She makes me hurt.
She makes me bleed like no one else.
Yet she is the only thing that can heal the wounds and staunch the bleeding.
I push off from the counter, swiping the bottle of whiskey that I took from Roxy and leave. I don’t make it to the stairs though. My body pulls me in another direction, and I find myself standing over Roxanne as she sleeps.
“Watching someone sleep is a new level of creepy, Maddox,” Roxanne mumbles sleepily.
“Just another thing to add to my extensive repertoire of fucked up shit I’m good at.”
She scoffs, snuggling down further into her pillow. “I’m not sure bragging is appropriate for your level of crazy.”
I crouch in front of her. “Not all my talents are bad, you know?”
One eye opens, and she cocks a sceptical brow. “I’m not sure the ability to be an arsehole counts as a good talent, Maddox. But I’ll give you points for trying.”
“Oh, Roxanne, you haven’t even scraped the surface of my arseholishness yet.” I lean forward, unable to stop myself, and plant a kiss on her forehead. It’s soft and gentle—two things that are never used in the same sentence when it comes to describing me. I hold there a moment longer than needed, but her smell and the taste of her is addicting. It seems I’m not the only one affected. Her head lifts slowly, forcing my lips further down her face until they are met with hers. The scent of cherries fires a shot of desire straight to my dick. I’ve been fucking hard for days.
I’ve been hard for Roxanne all my fucking life.
Her lips part, allowing me in, and I don’t waste a damn second of the invitation. I grip her head, wrapping my fingers in her hair as hers tangle in my t-shirt. I can almost hear the tear of fabric her grasp is so tight.
I drop my arse to the floor, pulling her with me. Breaking the kiss on a harsh breath, she slides from the sofa, straddling me, and takes my mouth again.
The only thing between the wet heat of her pussy and my raging cock are her knickers, which are damp with her own juices, and my jeans.
Our tongues dual as she grinds against me, and I swallow every one of her whimpers as the friction burns between us.
Releasing her head, my hands wrap around her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh in a bruising grip, and I lift her and climb to my feet before carrying her upstairs.
At the top, I slam her against the wall, needing more from her. Needing to feel her skin. With her pinned in place, I tear her t-shirt from her body and drop my head, taking in a nipple. Sucking and biting and grazing my teeth across the sensitive flesh while she squirms against me. Her legs tighten round me, and she uses the wall as leverage, curling her hips along my hard length.
“O-oh fuck! Maddox…” Her words trail off as I bite down hard on her nipple before letting go. Pulling her away from the wall, her hands grasp my face as my fingers dig impossibly deeper into the cheeks of her arse.
“I need…” she pants out, unable to finish as my fingers slip beneath the lace trim of her knickers and glide effortlessly through her slick folds.
“I’ve got you, Tinks. I’ve fucking got you.” I ram two fingers into her weeping, swollen pussy, and she jolts in my arms.
I reach my door, pausing against it to pump in and out of her and swallowing her throaty moans with my mouth as her orgasm builds.
I ease up, stalling her orgasm and fumble with the door just as the sound of another door opening reaches me.
Stepping inside my room, I leave the door wide open and stride to my bed as my fingers begin to weave their fucking magic inside her pussy again.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Roxy
