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The fight was there, the rivalry intact, the tension high, and our dicks hard. But we hesitated. Because…
Fuck. Looking around, standing at the side of his mom’s trailer, on the night we fought at fight night and got engaged at the beach… it was still the same night my fucking Dad ruined. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. We were supposed to be holed up on Lot 62, or at least in a bedroom or a private space, living for each other and the vibes we generated. Instead, we were losing our hard-ons because we were overthinking.
My eyes fell to the ground, but Maddox tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him. He understood. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t let him ruin our night. We don’t have to fuck, but don’t go dark on me, baby.”
“Baby?” I smiled for real. “You’re not drugged, are you?”
“Just thought I’d try it on for size, see how it fits now that we’re engaged.” Maddox smirked.
“And? How’d it fit?”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. “Dumbass still fits better.”
“Fuck you,” I mumbled against his lips. “Sorry we’re broken tonight.”
“We’re not broken.” He leaned back, tucking us both back into our shorts. “We’re thinking.”
“I hate thinking.” I pouted at him. “I wanted sexy engagement sex.”
Maddox pulled me back inside, ignored everyone who asked us anything, and closed the bedroom door. We sulked ourselves into bed, but it felt nice when Maddox pulled my back to his chest and held me tight.
Still the best night of my life, falling asleep in the arms of my fiancé.
Fucking fiancé.
Maddoxwasbeingstoic.And a dick.
“What the hell, Madd?” I scoffed at him as we parked the dirt bike. “You made me ride bitch the whole way here and won’t even tell me why?”
“Just shut your goddamn mouth and come with me.” He tugged on my hand, probably rolling his eyes at the same time.
It was mid-morning, I’d barely had a coffee, and Maddox had forced me from bed by kicking me out of it. Literally. Now he led me through the property he worked on, going around pastures and barns and not telling me where we were going or why we were at his workplace. I didn’t like secrets, so naturally, I made him feel like shit about it. I guess I should've thanked him for parking the bike back there instead of driving it over all these rocks and roots, which meant he was at least a little considerate of me possibly flying off the back.
I’d never ridden on the back of a dirt bike in my life. Didn’t love it. I was a driver, a motocross rider, and I hated not having my own bike.
Maddox led us along the bush for a bit until a clearing came into view. Maddox headed straight for the picture-perfect Willow that sat in the centre of the clearing, outlined by the forest, some nice-ass grass, and a pond.
“What do you think?” he asked me impatiently. Was he embarrassed about something? Jesus.
“Of what?” I looked around the area. Yeah, it was a nice spot. So what? “Don’t tell me you’re some tree-hugging granola bitch now.” I eyed him warily.
“Of the tree, dumbass. To get married here.” He looked angry because he didn’t want to be bashful. Aww. Married here?
I looked around again, taking it in with a new point of view. The Willow was epically perfect, which was weird. Usually, Willow trees were all angled and gnarled, but this one was pristine, well-proportioned, drooping perfectly, and even the fronds hung down to a perfect, even length. The damn thing looked groomed like a Pomeranian. It was a happy, healthy, peaceful tree in all it’s beauty.
“Pete offered us this spot. He got married here.” Maddox rubbed the back of his neck when I didn’t immediately jump all over the opportunity.
I walked around the trunk of the tree, looking up at the canopy. “What was his marriage like?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want a doomed spot, Madd. Were they happy? Did they get divorced or anything?” I touched the bark, feeling the age of the thing.
“We don’t sit around gossiping all day,” he scoffed. “They were happy then she died. Satisfied? Because that’s how our marriage is going to go. Happy and then we die.”
