I lifted my fork and stuffed my mouth full of food, because if I hadn’t, I would have laughed.
And Maddox was already on edge.
He was hovering somewhere near boiling point.
Which suited me just fine.
He was nastier—and lasted much longer—when he was this pent up.
It would be a very long and satisfying night for both of us.
But the fact that we were more alike than I’d first realised made something deep in my chest ache. Maddox knew exactly what I had been going through when we first met, and not once had he made me doubt myself or feel ashamed.
I loved him all the more for it.
Chapter 24
Maddox
My house was blissfully silent.
I loved my parents, but I could only take my mum in very small doses. With my dad around, she was at least somewhat contained—like a storm that had been given a fence to bounce off. Left on her own, though, she had a habit of wandering straight into other people’s business.
And Stella had taken to her like they’d known each other for years.
Stella and Mum were as thick as thieves.
I ran up the last few steps two at a time, the anticipation coiling tighter in my chest with every stride. The house felt different tonight—lighter somehow, like the walls themselves knew there would be no interruptions.
Stella was all mine tonight.
I pushed the door open and froze.
She’d slipped into a pale blue lingerie set. It was completely opaque. The top was off shoulder, frills and lace. The tiny scrap of cloth that barely covered her pussy should be illegal to call it functioning underwear.
For a moment, my brain simply stopped working.
She flicked her hair back and walked towards me, causing me to stare at her tits as they bounced. Zero support. Her hips swung until the two strands of lace swayed around her legs.
Every step she took felt deliberate, like she knew exactly what effect she was having on me.
My throat suddenly felt dry.
“When did you get that?” I asked, my voice low and hoarse.
She gave me a twirl, flashing her bare ass cheeks and dipped the top a little lower. I could see her rosy nipples, hard and ready to be worshipped. Her hair swung around in the air, hitting her waist as she stopped.
“Do you like it?”
The question was unnecessary.
I grabbed her arm and twirled her around again.
“I fucking love it, baby,” I said, locked into the curve of her shoulder that led me to her belly.
She was healthier than before, her belly curved and her hips made me lick my lips.
“You’ll be the sexiest mama on the planet,” I murmured, rubbing her stomach before I spread my fingers out.
