Kissing the top of my head, he whispers, “I’ll sneak out before the sun comes up.”
ChapterTwenty
Maddox
The moment I got wind of what Russell had done, something primal awoke inside me.I’ve never wanted to kill a man more than I wanted to then.My hands still ache from how hard I gripped the steering wheel racing to Amelia’s apartment.
Shadow promised he’d handle Russell, but there was no way in hell I was leaving Amelia and Dylan alone that night.So I stayed under the pretense I’d sleep on her couch.I didn’t bank on her coming to me in the middle of the night, and I sure as fuck didn’t expect for her to suck my cock before she let me fuck her senseless.
But the thing that trumped all of that was when she told me to stay.Having her body pressed against mine while she slept—it was like nothing I ever experienced before.
I slipped out of her bed before dawn, careful not to wake her, knowing Dylan couldn’t find me there.I would’ve gone back last night, but Shadow called.He alerted me that he had taken care of Russell and swore he wouldn’t be a threat to Amelia and Dylan.
Turns out ‘taking care’ meant beating him senseless.I was hoping for a more permanent solution, like death.Don’t get me wrong, I understand why Shadow didn’t kill him.Russell is still Dylan’s father, regardless of how much the kid wants nothing to do with him.Dylan might hate the man, but having someone he cares about kill his father?That’s a wound that doesn’t heal.
So with Russell temporarily neutralized, I left the ball in Amelia’s court.I didn’t want to push her too hard or too fast.I told myself if she wanted me back in her bed, she’d call me.Sadly, I spent the better part of the night staring at a phone that never rang.
This morning when I woke up to my empty bed, I decided I was taking the ball back.One night was enough.I just wasn’t sure how I was going to go about it.
Until my little wingman sent me a text an hour ago, and it finally came to me.
I swing my truck into the parking lot of Rodeo Roundup, surprised by the number of cars I see.For a Wednesday, it’s pretty packed.I guess that’s good for Amelia.The more people, the more tips—unless, of course, Wyatt is one of those people.
Then she’s fucked.
Country music flows from the jukebox, and the familiar smell of beer and whiskey hits me as I push through the door.Amelia spots me immediately, and the smile that lights up her face makes my chest tighten.
“Hey, cowboy,” Amelia says, her voice barely a whisper as I approach.
I don’t hesitate.I lean across the bar and kiss her hello, not giving a damn who sees.To my surprise, she kisses me right back.Tongue and all.
When we finally part, her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink.
“This is a surprise.”
“Is it, though?”I question.“Did you really think I could stay away another night?”
She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips.“I mean, I kind of thought you’d show up on my doorstep last night.”
I flash her a grin.“So you missed me.”
She winces slightly.“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.It’s okay to admit it, Amelia,” I tease, lowering my voice an octave.“I missed you too.”Reaching behind me, I slide my hand into my back pocket and pull out my phone.“Seems like Dylan doesn’t mind being around me either.”I slide the phone across the bar.“Got this text from him a little while ago.Was hoping you’d give me permission to swing by and grab him.The new sign for Fallen Meadows just went up, and he’s been dying to see it.”
Surprise wears on her features.“He texted you?”
“Yeah, I gave him my number on Saturday.He says he rather be at the ranch than stuck with your landlord’s daughter.Can’t say I blame him.We’ll grab dinner too.”
She hesitates.“I don’t get off until two a.m., Maddox.He has school tomorrow.”
“I’ve got plenty of bedrooms,” I counter.“I’ll make sure he gets to bed at a decent hour.”I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.“Then when you get off work, you can come to my house and spend the night in my bed.It’s been forty-eight hours since I tasted your pussy and I’m having withdrawals.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, but her eyes darken with desire.
Yeah, my woman likes it when I talk dirty to her.
“Unless you want me to take care of you right here,” I continue.“We can slip into the office and I’ll devour you.But I’d rather have you in my bed that way I can take my time.”
