***
By the time we get back to Madison’s place, she seems to be a bit more sober, courtesy of a Taco Supreme, some Nacho fries and the bottle of water I had to bribe her into drinking.
“Thanks for the ride home, hockey boy.” She says far too loudly. It makes me appreciate that she doesn’t have neighbors, per se. I’m helping her up the stairs while Ace scrutinizes my progress with the intensity of a first-time coach.
“Anytime, Mad girl. I’ve got you.” I get the door open and maneuver her inside along with Ace, who finally seems convinced I’m handling the situation correctly.
“Bed or couch?”
“Bed.” She responds with another huge yawn, and because they’re contagious, a yawn forms in my throat as well. My day’s been a long one. I bite it back, steering her to sit on the side of the bed. The minute I let her go, she’s flopping backward with a groan. I chuckle as she glares in my direction.
“Time for bed.”
“I can’t reach my shoes.” She whines, trying to push her sneakers off with her toes, with little success. I chuckle as I grab a dangling foot to remove it for her. I get them both off, along with her socks, and she groans with relief. Tipsy Maddie is amusing as hell.
“Why does that feel so good?” she asks, wiggling painted pink toes while sighing happily. I shake my head, biting back my laughter. Ace takes that moment to let me know that it’s his dinner time by placing a paw on my knee.
“I’m going to get Ace’s dinner.” She mumbles what I think is agreement and rolls over, closing her eyes with a sigh.
Once I’m done with Ace, I place a large glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen on her bedside table. No one likes a hangover. She’s already snoring softly, and it’s way too cute. I have to take a minute to stare because she’s so damn beautiful.
Silky hair frames her face in a halo of gold. She’s curled onto her side, hand cupping her cheek, lush pink lips turned up in a small smile. Dark lashes fan out over the tops of her cheeks like bits of lace. Her jeans are unbuttoned but not removed.Her untucked blouse rucked up, showing off a pale strip of her stomach. My hands twitch, aching to feel the softness of her skin, but now isn’t the time.
I debate removing her jeans. No one enjoys sleeping in jeans. It’s so uncomfortable, but I don’t want her to freak out when she wakes up and she’s not wearing them. Ace nudges me from behind with a whine before trotting over to the door. I’ll take him for his nightly walk first and table the jeans decision until we get back.
Ace is quicker than usual, seemingly as anxious as I am to get back to Maddie. By the time we get back upstairs, she’s under the covers and her jeans are in a heap on the floor next to the bed. I get Ace settled. I steal a few more minutes watching her sleep because I can’t help myself and I don’t want to leave, but I’ve got no real reason to stay. She gave Walker and me a key weeks ago after the night of the “almost break in.” I’ll lock up on my way out. I move to give her cheek one last caress before I leave, startling when she grabs my hand.
“Liam.”
“What do you need, baby?” I ask, my breath catching with her touch. Her hand is warm against the skin of my arm.
“Stay.” She murmurs sleepily.
“Here? Tonight?”
“Mm, please?” she begs sweetly.
“Uh, okay. I can take the couch. I don’t mind.”
“No couch. Here with me.” Oh, wow. Shit, she’s been drinking. What do I do? Who am I kidding? I can’t deny my girl a damn thing.
“You sure, Mad girl? I don’t mind the couch.”
“No couch. Stay with me, Liam. Please.”
Fuck me. Yeah, my ability to say no has left the building because she’s giving me exactly what I want. Her.
“Of course, I’ll stay.” I assure her, stroking the soft skin of her face. God, I can’t get enough of touching her. I take off everything except my boxers and my t-shirt. I’ve got to keep at least one layer between us, or it’s going to be a miserable night for me, considering how badly I want her.
I slide in next to her on her queen bed. It’s going to be a snug fit, and I reconsider the couch for a hot minute before she pulls me close and wraps herself around my chest. Yeah, this is going to be sweet torture. My dick is hard and I can’t get comfortable, but her hair is silky against my skin, and she smells so fucking good. I fold her into me, enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine.
She gives a sleepy sigh, wiggling her body until my hard cock presses against her stomach. Even tipsy, there’s no way she’s missing it. I tense waiting for her reaction.
“Oh!” she mumbles before giggling. “I’m so glad you like me, Liam. I like you too. So much more than I should.” I’m so startled by her admission that I say the first thing that comes to mind.
“Me too, Mad girl. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” I whisper as I kiss the top of her head. Looks like we’re both in deep.
Madison
