“How are we going to go all day without this?” I ask once we part.
He brushes his nose against mine and then kisses the tip. “I don’t know that I can.”
CHAPTER TEN - ANDI
THROUGHOUT THE DAY at the venue, I have to keep checking myself.
I’m here to do my job, not make out with Young Decay's elusive masked bassist behind every corner and in the shadows of places that have us both checking for onlookers over our shoulders. Every close call makes us jump, has us parting ways with awkward excuses to anyone coming around the corner.
The chase is exhilarating, and every time he looks at me, adrenaline winds through every ounce of my blood.
By the time we make it back home, I’m so pent up with tension that I can hardly eat anything.
It’s three AM when he sneaks into my bedroom to fuck me from behind and stuff my face into the pillows to the point that my only choices are to tap out or suffocate. Relief sweeps over me when he drags me out of the pillows by my neck. I’m coming, and yet, he doesn’t stop. He lays down and pulls me backward onto his lap, my ass slapping against his abs as he maneuvers my rocking hips up and down his length, his cock brushing the sensitive spot inside me with each impale.
I grip his thighs, and I nearly collapse when his release finally spills inside me.
Maddox sits up to wrap his arms around me, catching me from my slump. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, and I drop back against him. His fingers find my clit again as he holds me, and I whimper from the delicate touch.
I swear, he’s going to make me come again.
“You’re doing so well taking me, beautiful,” he whispers, the words skimming chills along my skin. “So fucking well.”
I think I’m addicted to him.
He makes me feel alive. He makes me feel as if the scars on my body aren’t something I have to hide or run away from. It’s in the little smile on his lips beneath his long beard that causes my knees to weaken, the smirk in his gaze across the room, and the way he strokes that fucking tongue all over me.
I’m present and living andfuck… I can’t get enough of it.
I crash around him again with the toy of his fingers, and he cuddles my exhausted body after, refusing to leave me until the sun finally threatens to expose us.
Reed is lying on the breakfast nook bench when I throw on a sweatshirt and shorts to go downstairs the following morning. I smile as my eyes drift to Koen, who is flipping pancakes on the stove. He returns my smile and reaches beneath the cabinet for two pans. My grin widens when I take them from him.
There's nothing like a bit of morning revenge for every time he used to wake me like this when we were younger.
As quietly as I can, I stalk around the counter, and when I’m standing over Reed’s body, I clash the frying pans together as hard as I possibly can.
Multiple times.
Reed jerks up and hits his head on the table lip. A slew of curses sounds from him. They’re muffled behind mine and Koen’s laughter. However, when Reed sits up to find me responsible, he launches out of the booth.
I scream and run outside—
He’s too fast.
He grabs me just as my feet hit the deck, and I’m whipped into the air by my waist.
I don’t remember Reed being this strong.
He throws me upside down over his shoulder, making it like he’s going to throw me into the pool, and I scream again for him to let me down, kicking my legs in an attempt to squirm out of his grasp.
Maddox emerges from the pool house and catches my eye as I shout his name.
He appears entirely happy to see me in such a predicament.
“What did you do?” Maddox asks, smiling broadly.
“She—” Reed tickles my stomach, and I jerk in his grasp, trying desperately to get away from him.
