Oh God, I’ve only had sex with one man…
I’m generally not the kind of person who thinks the worst of situations, but for some reason right now, it’s all I can think of. What if my plane crashes on the way home tomorrow? There are so many things I haven’t done.
I’ve never visited Paris. I haven’t ice skated at Rockefeller Center or gotten the chance to watch my favorite musical on Broadway. And worst of all, I’d have died only ever having fucked Justin.
Fuck. No.
I refuse to hypothetically die and Justin’s mediocre dick be the last thing I fucked. And Maddox, based on the way I saw numerous women look at him tonight, knows his way around a bedroom. He must be better than Justin, right? If what I’m feeling beneath me says anything, he’s going to be bigger. And you know what, the rest will figure itself out.
Now I need him to say yes.
“Maddox?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you mean it when you said that you didn’t have to go back and celebrate with your teammates?”
He nods, a boyish smirk forming on his face. “I don’t. What did you have in mind?”
CHAPTER 7
GABI
When you get married at twenty-two to your high school sweetheart, there are a lot of things you assume you’re never going to experience.
At the top of that list is a drunken one-night stand with a twenty-something football player.
But not only am I about to have that, I want it.
Holy shit, do I want it. I wanted it in the club the first time Maddox twirled me into his arms. I definitely wanted it when I was in his arms, dancing like no one was watching. Him holding me in his arms and letting me cry sealed the deal.
But I might die from sexual frustration from the little touches he’s giving me right now in the backseat of this car. And if the man isn’t inside me in less than twenty minutes, I will, in fact, combust.
That or two years, eleven months, and fourteen days is officially too long to go without sex. It’s even been longer since I’ve had a proper orgasm. So yes, if he keeps this up, I will, in fact, parish in the backseat of a Lexus.
“Patience,” Maddox whispers in my ear as he simultaneously starts drawing random circles ever so softly on my upper thigh. “We’re almost there, Gabrielle.”
The use of my full name sends chills through my body, like it’s done every time he’s used it tonight. I’ve never been a big nickname person. Justin called me babe for years. When we were young, I thought it was cute. By the time I realized I hated it, he’d been using it for so long I didn’t have the heart to tell him I hated it. But I’m glad I didn’t, because the first day he didn’t call me that was the day I had my first real clue that he was cheating.
I was right.
Maddox saying “Gabrielle” feels… I don’t know… intimate in some way. Like it’s a name only for him. My mom only called me Gabrielle growing up when I didn’t do my chores. I made sure at my graduation and on my wedding day that I was Gabi. For years I was Gabi Devereaux, then Gabi Landry, and now I’m back to Devereaux.
But right now, in this moment, I’m just Gabrielle. A new person. A daring person.
A woman about to get properly fucked.
“Hey,” Maddox whispers in my ear. “I need you to know you’re in charge tonight. Whatever you want to happen, happens. No pressure. No expectations. This is your night.”
I know what he’s doing, and it’s sweet. I truly do appreciate where he’s coming from. But this poor guy doesn’t know that if he keeps breathing into my ear like he is right now, this driver’s about to see how big his cock is when I whip it out and start stroking it.
“My night, huh?” I ask, turning so now it’s my turn to whisper into his ear. “There’s really only one thing I want.”
Boldness is taking over my body as I let my hands start exploring up his thigh and… fucking hell, he’s hard.
And big.
Exactly what I wanted.
