Maddy
Another mom-fundedhotel sojourn?
Me
Once a month, like clockwork. She’s good that way.
Maddy
You going to meet a girl in a bar this time and take her back to your room for a night of unhinged debauchery?
Me
Definitely not. I’m a one-woman kind of guy when it comes to my unhinged hotel room debauchery.
Maddy
And I assume I’m the woman?
Me
Fucking right you are. And tonight, my memories of that night are…particularly vivid.
Maddy
Well, they should be. I am very, very good at sex.
Me
Wildcat, you rocked my whole entire world, in more ways than one. But that’s not the only reason for my vivid memories.
Maddy
What’s the other one?
Me
That I happen to be lying on the very same bed where you moaned into my ear to fuck you harder and clawed at my back so hard you left marks that didn’t fade for days so…that’s what I’m thinking about right now.
Maddy
Well, shit. Now that’s what I’m thinking about, too.
Oh, holy hell.
I squeeze my phone tightly as all the blood in my body rushes to my cock so fast I get lightheaded. In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to request the same room as I had last month when I met Maddy, but when I was standing at the check-in desk, I got…sentimental? Horny? Maybe both. Probably both. But whatever it was, I found myself asking if room twenty-two-ten was available, and when it was, I knew there was no way I could spend an entire night there without talking to her. Hence my impromptu text to Tyler for Maddy’s number for an undefined “work thing.”
He’s too much of a puppy dog to wonder too hard about why I needed her number, but if Drew finds out, I’ll literally never hear the end of it. He may be an irreverent playboy, but I also know he has a latent romantic streak a mile wide, and he is solidly team Cam and Maddy.
And honestly? Same.
I should have known this is where I would end up when this night started. Alone at ten p.m. in the hotel room that was the scene of one of the hottest nights of my entire life, cock hard as a rock, and the girl I can’t get out of my goddamn head all the way on the other side of town. Especially since running into her at the rink last week. The way she played hockey with Ethan and talked Riley through some serious mean girl shit at school. Neither of my kids have stopped talking about her since, and so she’s burrowed even deeper into my head. Into my heart.
Before my brain even engages, I hit the video call icon.
“Are you some kind of psychopath or something?”
I smile at my phone when Maddy answers, and as she comes into view, my heart stutters in my chest. Her face is bare, and her skin has that dewy, just washed look to it, her freckled cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. Her hair is damp, like she just got out of the shower, and it’s piled up on top of her head, held back from her face with a neon-yellow headband. Her eyes shine with amusement and fun, as if she’s happy to hear from me, and Ithink that maybe nothing could ever go wrong as long as she’s looking at me like this. For someone who has experienced the wrongest of wrongs life has to offer, that is a wild, wild thought to be having about a girl I can’t even call mine.
