Lottie studies me for a long second, then finally nods once. “Okay,” she says simply.
I lift my beer and take a slow sip, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch Wes looking at Lottie with a subtle sort of curiosity. I almost choke because I know that look. I’ve seen it before, and it throws me because Lottie definitely isn’t his type.
I only have a second to think on that before Madeline slipsback to the table with drinks, squeezing in next to me. She giggles when I hook my arm around her waist and pull her straight into my lap, which I’ve been wanting to do all evening. “So,” she says, looking from me to her best friend. “Should I be nervous about whatever Lottie came over here to talk to you about?”
I huff out a laugh. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
She studies my face for a second, like she’s checking to see if I’m being honest with her.
I kiss her forehead. “She’s just looking out for her friend.” I glance back at Lottie. “And we’re on the same page.”
Madeline settles back against me, and I bring her hand to my lips, nipping my teeth against her knuckles. Then I squeeze her ass cheek, earning me a giggle. “You’re not going home tonight, Mads,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re staying with me.”
“Look at me,” I tell her, my voice low and steady as my hand slides up the slender column of her throat just enough to tilt her chin back. “Eyes on me.”
She does it instantly. She’s always a good girl for me. The moment our gazes lock, something controlled and demanding settles in me. I feel it everywhere, in the way my grip tightens on her hips, in the way my body takes over. She’s on her back beneath me, legs wrapped tight around my waist, her body open and flushed and shaking as I pump into her in slow, deliberate strokes.
This has been building for far too long.
I spent all day with her at work, pretending I didn’t want her the second she walked into Cove. Then at the brewery with her sitting on my dick, her ass rolling over me again and again like she had no idea what she was doing to me. Every slow grind, every quiet breath in my ear, all reminders that she was right there, and I still couldn’t have her.
The second I got her through my front door, I took her.
I had run out of patience so there was no easing into it. I just needed to be inside her after too many hours of wanting, and too many hours of behaving. I needed her in a way that borders on desperate.
I brace one arm beside her head and drive harder and deeper into her, setting a pace that has her body answering without hesitation. Little gasps and broken moans she’s powerless to stop fill the room. I feel her everywhere in the way she arches her back and clings to my shoulders, the way she gives herself over to me completely.
Being inside Madeline feels better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s warm and soft, gripping my cock like a tide that won’t release its pull. Needing to be deeper insider of her, I slide my hands to her hips and flip her over until she’s on her hands and knees for me.
“I want to fuck you like this so I can go real deep.” I grip the base of my pulsing cock and nestle it between her ass cheeks. A strange guttural sound leaves my lips at the sight of my dick jutting between her creamy, warm skin. Fuck, I could come in buckets just by doing this. The change in position makes her breath hitch when I push inside of her, her back bowing naturally, her spine a smooth, perfect line beneath my palms.
I drag my hands slowly down her back, tracing every inch of her, letting my thumbs linger at the curve of her waist before sliding lower. God, her skin is flawless. She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes blown wide with want, lips parted, flushed, and breathing hard.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Show me.”
I spread her open with my hands, slow and deliberate, my thumbs pressing into her hips as I line myself up behind her.
“I want to be the only one who gets to do this,” I say quietly, firmly. “The only one who ever comes inside you.”
Then I push into her in one deep, unbroken thrust, pressing forward until my hips are flush to her body. Until my pelvis is against her ass and there is nowhere left for either of us to go.
She cries out my name as her neck arches and her hands tremble against the mattress.
“Damn, baby girl,” I say, feeling her arousal coat my shaft. “This is going to get rough. Can you take it?”
“I can take it.”
“If it hurts, you need to tell me.”
“I will.”
“Good girl,” I say, pressing my palm onto her lower back so she arches for me. “Fuck, I love the feel of you.”
I rut into her from behind in long, relentless strokes, my pelvis slapping hard against her ass as her breathing fractures and her legs start to shake beneath her. The way she falls apart is devastating—every tremor, every broken sound, every desperate reach for the edge. I watch her come apart around me before pulling her back against my chest so we’re both on our knees. Her spine is flush to my front as I keep pumping into her, my face buried in her neck, breathing her in while she rides out the last of it.
I try to hold on just a little bit longer, but when she turns around and catches my chin so she can kiss me, I finally lose it too, spilling deep inside of her with a groan. I stay buried in her warm, wet body, emptying myself completely until there is nothing left but the two of us shaking together in the aftermath.
The rush fades and leaves something quieter but just as powerful in its wake. My body is still catching up, my pulse stillracing, but it’s my heart that feels out of control now. The feelings moving through me are bigger than want, bigger than heat. They scare me a little, if I’m being honest. I’ve never been the kind of guy who falls easily, who imagines a future with someone and actually means it. But with Madeline, it’s already there, unfolding in ways I don’t know how to stop.
