Chapter 20
Hadley
Something soft and warm presses against my aching cock. I fling my eyes open and am greeted by the world’s lowest ceiling. A sliver of morning sun pierces the world’s tiniest fucking window, making me squint. It takes a moment for me to remember where I am.
A soft moan is followed by movement, rubbing against my morning erection. Unruly dark curls lay splayed across the pillow in front of my face. Maggie is sound asleep. Well, almost...
Another little noise escapes her as she jerks. Her ass slams into my cock, sending it painfully hard.
Fuck me.
The fire that flared for her a moment ago ebbs as she lets out a painful cry and her hands turn to fists in the sheet. I brush the hair from her face, hoping the subtle touch will pull her from her dream. Which, by the sounds of it, isn’t pleasant.
“No, Cap. One more minute...” Her words are wobbly, as if she’s begging.
Who the hell is Cap?
“Maggie.” I place a hand on her shoulder.
She whines, and her body turns rigid.
“Stop the vehicle,” she murmurs. “Stop, please stop.”
I push up onto my elbow and shake her shoulders. “Maggie!”
She jolts up with a cry, hands hitting out frantically, connecting with my arms, shoulders, and chest. I take her wrists and haul her into my side, sitting us both up. “Hey, you’re okay. It was just a bad dream.”
A sob slips out as she softens against me slightly. “H-Hadley?”
“Yeah, right here.”
Her fingers curl around my biceps. Her racing heart thumps against my own as I drop my face into her dark curls, not wanting to come up for air. When her breathing settles, she crawls into my lap, adjusting herself so she’s more comfortable. I rub her back with my palm in soothing circles.
“You wanna talk about it?” I rasp. The spilled-over emotion from seeing her so distressed has my throat tightened.
“I-I don’t really know how?” she finally says.
“Need me to take your mind off it, then?”
I know what it’s like to get caught up in your own head. Especially that dark place hell-bent on drowning you. That was me in my teenage years. I blamed myself for Dad leaving. I blamed myself for my mother’s mental health.
Now I know it was beyond my control, but try telling that to a teenage boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” she breathes.
“Sure.” I tighten my hold and continue rubbing circles on her back. It’s only when she makes to sit up, I realize I don’t want to let her go. My hardening cock underneath her is not helping matters.
Wriggling to move from my lap, she’s heaven and torture against me all at once. She must feel it, because her gaze snaps up to mine as her lips part.
“Sorry, morning thing,” I rasp.
“Of course.” She doesn’t make an effort to move, her eyes burning into mine.
Instead, her fingers cup my jaw, and she drags my gaze down to her. The memories and heat of the kiss in the lake flood back. Like they ever damn well left. “Maggie... I’m so?—”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what, beautiful?”
