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“I want to watch you.” She drives a hard bargain. I want her eyes on me, too, which works in my favor since the mirror is placed where we can both see exactly what we’re doing to one another.
“Come here.” I guide her body back until we’re both on our knees, her back to my front. “Look at us, sweetheart. You can see me now.” My eyes lock on hers in the mirror, her soft body yielding to my hardness, my cock between her spread thighs, nudging at the entrance of her pussy. It would be so easy to slide inside her like this, to give her exactly what she wants. I’m not ready for that, though. I went weeks without this, using my hand to fuck my cock time and time again. I’ll be taking my time this go-around.
“God, that’s hot.” Her ass juts back into my groin. Annoyed that my head is now inside her with one slight move, I remove my hand that was once wrapped around her hip from the soft skin I’ve come to crave.
“Eyes on me.” I give her one warning before I shove my length inside Hendrix’s tightness as my hand slaps down on her bare pussy. I watch as her body ignites like a moth to a flame, feeling the same rapture as she flies a part in my arms without even needing me to move my cock. Hendrix is coming, long, silent, eyes somehow managing to stay locked on mine the entire time. I let her pussy attempt to milk my cock without coming, letting her orgasm down slowly because this is just the beginning.
“Madden.” Her head returns to my shoulder, lips seeking mine. I give her the kiss she desperately needs, now gliding in and out of her wet sheath.
“Hendrix, I’m going to come inside you, sweetheart.” I already know I’m not going to last much longer, being inside her after having that sensual mouth on me.
“Yes, please, Madden, please,” she chants as my balls draw tight to my body, cock somehow getting harder as her cunt squeezes down. I let go, a deep groan leaving my throat. My hands grip her hips so tightly, I’m sure the tips of my fingers will leave bruises.
“Fucking love you, Hendrix. I’m not ever letting you go again,” I let out as I attempt to catch my breath after the way I just came, harder than ever in my life before, and that’s saying something because the last time I was with Hendrix was just as fucking indescribable.
“I love you, Madden.”
“One day, I’m going to marry you, plant a baby inside you, and that’s going to happen soon,” I state as a fact. Her eyes get dreamy. She doesn’t need to respond. The way her body seems to float, giving me more of that sweetness she holds back, that’s all I need as an answer.
THIRTY-THREE
Hendrix
“Do you hear that?”I ask Madden the next morning. The two of us are lying in his bed together, his chest to my back, a leg between mine, notching his thigh until it’s pressed against my aching core. Yes, aching for two very good reasons. The way Madden worked me up throughout the night was out of this world amazing, even though I may have cussed him in my head a few times when he was using his tongue on my clit, then pulling away completely, until his lips were on mine, allowing me to taste myself. He didn’t stop there. Madden would glide his cock against the seam of my pussy, building me up once again, then moving away. Seriously, the man is a machine. How he was able to hold back, I’ll never understand.
“Hear what?” he murmurs into my ear. His lightly bearded stubble slides along my neck. His arm is beneath my neck, hand holding my breast, fingers twisting and pulling on my nipple. His other is cupping where he had no problem smacking me once his cock was finally sliding in and out of me only hours ago. “Hear what, Hendrix?” he asks again, as if he’s not the reason I’ve lost my train of thought. It’s a good thing that my feelings for him run deep, so deep that when those three words tumbled from his lips last night, I returned them without any hesitation.
“Huh?” I reply, completely forgetting about what I was going to tell him. Of course, that could be because we we’re lying on our side, facing the view that’s the Nevada skyline and canyons, or the fact that I’m on cloud nine in Madden’s ridiculously comfortable bed. I’m talking it’s soft with the right amount of firmness, the sheets slide along your skin like it’s satin, and the pillows are on a whole other level. We might as well be staying in a luxurious hotel, and while my stuff at home isn’t the cheap stuff, it has nothing on Madden’s. I guess the same could be said about his house. When I drove through the gated community, my knuckles were tight on the steering wheel, literally white in color. The homes were big, some bigger than others. Madden shocked me. After seeing what he sold the game for and how big of a company he owns, I kind of assumed his house would be of the ostentatious size. It isn’t, more similar in size to Journey and Nico’s, which isn’t small by any means. Still, neither are McMansions, which helped calm down my riotous nerves. In a sense, I was expecting a bachelor pad home. Madden proved me wrong again. His home is cozy with its warm wood and neutral tones, with a lived-in feel. I mean, sure, he has a massive television and leather couches, but other than that, it’s comfortable. We ate dinner at the kitchen island, and the kids made a mess like kids usually do. Madden ignored it until they were finished. And yes, I’d be a fool not to admit that my ovaries were fluttering due to the fact that seeing him with his nieces did a whole lot to my sense of self-preservation in holding out when it came to children. A thought that I never wanted to take place, nor did I ever feel like it would be for me, suddenly took hold of me, making me envision a life with Madden, two of our children along with their cousins running through the house, jumping in the pool, laughter and chattering surrounding us. It was in that moment that I knew a life with Madden is exactly what I wanted. The hang-up that he kept the fact he had money, like mega money, from me didn’t matter. I didn’t want him for that. I wanted him for the way he let my sparkle shine, the way he could laugh at my brand of craziness, how when he looks at me, it’s as if I’m the only person on the planet for him, much like he is for me.
“Can’t think clearly, sweetheart?” He teases me as he flips us until I’m lying flat on my stomach, his mouth still at the shell of my ear as he pulls my hips up until I get the memo and go to my hands and knees. The good part about last night was that we talked. God, did we talk, before making up, which has to be the best make-up sex of all sex. We talked about our sexual history, or lack thereof, on both of our parts. How I’ve got birth control covered and that we both didn’t want to deal with condoms.
“No, not when you’re hell-bent on making me scream your name.” My hands are fisted in the sheets. His cock is gathering the wetness that’s dripping from my center. “Oh shit, the dogs. Jesus, Madden, the dogs. They’re being too quiet!”
Madden is off me in a flash. I’m scrambling off the bed, knowing a labrador and a golden retriever left unattended for hours upon hours is not a good thing. We should have gotten up earlier, let them out, fed them, then maybe they’d go back to sleep.
“Fuck, Cooper’s probably shit all over the house.” Madden throws me his shirt he was wearing yesterday. He slides into a pair of shorts. A whimper leaves my throat when I see his cock being hidden beneath them and knowing we were almost to the good part.
“Jolene might seem like the best dog ever, but go ahead and say rest in peace to your favorite area rug,” I tell him as he opens the door. Neither dog is on the other side, a lesson we’re both going to learn from after today. I know it even if Madden doesn’t. My hand goes to his, holding it like a lifeline as we take the steps downstairs. Madden grips my hand, hurrying his pace, which means for every one of his steps, it’s two of mine. I don’t bother asking him to slow down. He’s on a mission, and I absolutely know there will be a mess. There’s a reason why I have a dog walker come once a day on my short days and two to three times on my longer workdays.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Madden and I clear the landing and turn the corner. He stops abruptly. I barely avoid careening into his muscular, naked back. Jesus, his body is an aphrodisiac, arm and back porn galore, and it’s all mine.
“Oh my, umm. In all fairness, I did forewarn you about the area rug,” I tell him when I see Jolene is currently gnawing on the corner edge of the entryway rug.
“Yeah, that’s the least of my worries. Look around, sweetheart.” I move my eyes from Jolene and notice there’s cotton stuffing along with feathers strewn about the entire living room and kitchen. There, standing proud as a peacock with a feather hanging out of his mouth, is Cooper.
“Oh my God, our dogs are absolute menaces to society. I guess it’s a good thing you’re a billionaire.” I can’t contain my laughter. Cooper may look like he’s the only culprit, but I know better, especially since every pillow is off the couch, fabric is ripped, and the tufted ottoman Madden had is completely destroyed.
“Never again. We aren’t sleeping with the door shut ever.” Madden doesn’t sound mad or upset, and he doesn’t touch on the fact that I was laughing while talking about money. No, he completely ignores the mess surround us, backs me up until I’m pressed against the nearest wall, and kisses me stupid. There’s no worrying about cleaning up after the dogs. It’s just Madden and me getting lost in one another.
Epilogue
MADDEN
Three MonthsLater
I watchas Hendrix and Jolene are a few steps ahead of Cooper and myself, though if Coop had it his way, he’d be right there beside them. There’s a reason I’m staying back. It’s not just for the fantastic view of Hendrix, who’s wearing a pair of tight athletic shorts and a sports bra style tank top, legs eating up the trail we’re hiking on. There’s something else I’ve got going on, trying to get it ready before we make it to the spot we always gravitate towards. The place where it all started. The first few times we hiked together, we both laughed along the way. Now it’s the place we always drift to, whether intentional or not. My hand slides into my pocket, to the box with a certain ring nestled inside. A ring that took a shit ton of looking for seeing as Hendrix isn’t the classic diamond type of girl. It took bringing in my mom and Journey to figure out exactly what she would like, already knowing it would probably be an estate piece, those of which do not come easily. It wasn’t until Mom stumbled upon an antique jewelry store, called me, and I had to make quick work of flying to Arizona the same day. I met her there, which happened to have my dad there as well. It was a family reunion on finding the right ring for Hendrix. The minute I saw it, I knew. It’s silver in color, from the art deco style era, and has a round solitaire that isn’t ostentatious in a halo setting. Mom said the filigree was what made it the perfect piece for Hendrix. I tuned that shit out and focused on the style, knowing Hendrix’s style isn’t flashy or wanting the newest of the new. It was perfect for her.
“Why are you walking so slowly?” Hendrix asks over her shoulder, even though I’m right behind her, on bended knee at that, ring in my hand and ready to ask her to be my wife. “Oh my God.” Her hands cover her mouth in shock. The dogs are wiggling at the ends of their leashes, having no idea what is going on. I guess I’m lucky they aren’t trying to knock me on my ass.
