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FIFTY-SIX
ADDISON
Tipping the heavy clear liquor bottle up, I poured myself another shot as I watched the sun slowly set from Maddox's patio, completely consumed with my thoughts. I threw back the shot, wincing as the harsh burn slid down the back of my throat.
"Rough day?" Maddox asked, stepping out onto the patio freshly showered. Slamming the shot glass down, my gaze flicked up to see Maddox shirtless with a pair of black gym shorts hanging low on his hips. His hair was still damp, and his tanned and toned stomach and broad shoulders were covered in tiny beads of water from the shower.
"No." I smiled. It wasn't a rough day; it was a great one, but for some reason, I felt like shit about it.
"Want to talk about it?" He smiled, sliding onto the chaise lounge chair behind me. I poured two more shots and handed one to him.
"No." I didn't want to talk about it tonight. I wanted to be with him tonight because tomorrow, I would have to tell him I was leaving, and then the next few days of my life would be consumed with making arrangements to leave. So tonight, I just wanted to be with him without worrying about what tomorrow would bring and how Maddox would handle the news of me leaving for five months and breaking my promise to him.
We both threw the shots back, and I twisted as his large hands curled around my waist, pulling me between his legs. With my back against him, I relaxed into him, my head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me. We lay silently curled together until the sun was gone and the moon rose.
"Do you believe in what's meant to be will always be?" I asked, my gaze focused on the full moon.
"Yeah," he said, leaning his chin on my head. "I guess I do." His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. "Do you think we would have ended up back together without Asher blackmailing you into tutoring me?"
I thought about the question for a minute. Before Asher blackmailed me with the videos, I had avoided Maddox for almost four years. I'd passed him numerous times in the hall, on campus, in the cafeteria, and during practices, and he'd never noticed me. It's hard to think that would have changed.
"No." I sighed. On top of the fact that it had been four years, I knew we wouldn't have because I'd hated him. I would never have given him that second chance if Asher hadn't forced me to. "I think I would still be some girl you didn't recognize." If the saying 'what's meant to be will always be' were true, even if those pictures didn't exist, something else would have brought us together, but I didn't believe that. "What about you? Do you think we would have ended up back in each other's lives?"
"Yes." He didn't elaborate on his 'yes' as his arms tightened around me. "So, you don't believe in what's meant to be will always be?"
I wanted to believe in it. I was leaving soon and wanted to believe we could survive the distance because we were truly meant to be.
"Honestly," I sighed. "I don't know if I believe in fate." I flipped over on top of him. My eyes trailed over his face down to his perfect lips. "But I know there has to be some cosmic force out there that pulled us back together." He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine.
"You and I were meant to be," he breathed against my lips. "There's never been anyone else. It's always been you."
Pushing all my thoughts away, I kissed him. I kissed him like I would never see him again, like this was the last time I would ever feel his lips pressed to mine. Without breaking from the kiss, I climbed up, straddling him.
I gasped for air when he broke from the kiss. "Hey," he breathed, both hands gripping my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Is everything okay?" He could feel it, too, but I couldn't answer that because I wouldn't know until I told him I was leaving, and I couldn't do that tonight.
"Yes," I whispered because, in this moment, it was okay. I pulled my face into his in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
My hands slid around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth harder against mine as his hand found the hem of my shirt. Gasping, we broke from the kiss as he ripped my shirt over my head. His lips trailed over my neck and down to my collarbone as his fingertip glided over my bare back. I had only been wearing his large T-shirt and black lace panties. My fingers curled into his hair, holding his hot, wet mouth against my heated skin as his teeth grazed my throat.
"Your phone," I breathed.
"It's on the charger in my room," he breathed, the heat from his words feathering across my throat. I froze. He froze. "What?" His gaze searched mine. "Addison, I swear. My phone is in my room, dead on the charger."
It shouldn't be like this.
But the worry of whether I'd ever be able to trust him someday left as his hand slid between my thighs and under the lace of my panties. Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers slid through my slick flesh as I gripped his shoulders, balancing myself over his hand. My head fell back on a moan as his thumb circled my clit, stroking with precision as his finger circled my entrance.
As I rolled my hips, my chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. I needed more of him, all of him. His teeth grazed my throat as his finger slid inside me, slowly pumping in and out before adding another finger, stretching me.
"Fuck," he groaned against my skin as my hips thrust forward, and I started to ride his hand. My lips parted with a moan as I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling his face hard against my chest. My speed picked up. "That's it, baby. Ride my fucking hands like you're going to ride my cock."
My fingers tightened in his hair, jerking his head back. Our gazes collided. His heated stare roamed over my face, watching me as I came close to falling to pieces on his fingers. "Come for me, baby." He groaned as I ground myself harder against his hand, hitting my clit with each roll of my hips. "Come all over my hand, baby." And I did as my fingernails dug into the skin of broad shoulders and cried out his name. My hips slowed as I came down from my high, his eyes still locked on mine. "Fuck."
Pulling his hand out of me, covered in the evidence of my orgasm, I sucked in a deep breath as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking each of them clean.
"Fuck me," I moaned before pulling his mouth hard against mine. My heart pounded between my thighs, desperate to feel him inside me. Our tongues collided in white hot heat that consumed my soul while he worked himself free. He pulled my thong to the side and positioned himself at my entrance.
My hands curled into his shoulders as I sank onto him, filling myself as a shudder bolted through me. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of my ass as I rolled my hips, grinding myself against him.
