This position leaves literally nothing to the imagination, and my mind goes absolutely feral when a switch is flipped inside me and my heart starts beating in tandem with my rapidly skittering pulse. The feel of her on top of me is like nothing I’ve felt before, and my body reacts before I can get a handle on it, my cock instantly hardening against her thigh.
I know she feels it, too, because Maddie’s entire body freezes while her eyes take on a sexy look that tells me she’s not entirely unaffected either. And if that wasn’t an indication, it’s the pretty pink glow that fills her cheeks that tells me she’s just as hot and bothered.
And I’ll be damned if that isn’t the last thing to snap all of my restraint, my hands moving on their own as one sinks into the hair at the nape of Maddie’s neck, while the other grips on to her waist like I’m scared she’ll scramble away.
I feel like a fucking king when she doesn’t. So, knowing the condition Rayne gave her, I do the only thing I can and ask, “You had enough time to think about everything?”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Maddie
Flushed and panting, my laughter long since dying, I peer down at Baxter with a hunger that flares to life the moment I feel every single hard inch of him against me. There’s absolutely nothing funny about this situation anymore, especially not when I feel the effect I have on the man pressing against my thigh, his jeans doing nothing to disguise the hardness that has grown in his pants.
I’m pretty sure I’m seconds away from combusting, my numbing hands forgotten as I peer down into Baxter’s ocean-blue eyes, those dark orbs filling with something hot and needy. It only worsens when his fingers find themselves buried in my hair, his other hand sprawling across my waist and trapping me against his body as he asks, “You had enough time to think about everything?”
The question catches me off guard, and not because I haven’t thought about Rayne’s proposal. In fact, it’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about all week, every word running through my mind like a carousel of want, need, and a desperation to have these men like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve thought about what people would think and came to the conclusion that if the guys can handle whatever judgment and skepticism comes our way, then so can I. I’ve thought about how much I want them, a level that surpasses any “what if” my brain could conjure. And the past week has proven nothing but one simple fact.
I’m happiest when I’m with them.
All four of them.
I’m comfortable, at ease, and at home. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not, I don’t have to worry about being too much, and they’ve each proven that over the past seven days.
In fact, I made my decision pretty quickly after Rayne suggested a five-person relationship. I’ve simply been waiting for the perfect time to finally tell them all that I’m ready for this. I’m ready for them. All of them.
So, with determination and a mind made up, I blink down at Bax and whisper, “I’ve had more than enough time to think about it.”
“And what’s the outcome, Sunshine?” he responds gravelly, his voice taking on that sexy quality that makes me shiver, my hands fisting against the ice on either side of his head.
Swallowing hard, I rasp, “I’m all in.”
The words barely leave my mouth before Bax finally yanks me into a body-melting, heart-shattering kiss that steals every breath from my lungs. It cements my decision, and a flare of arousal and satisfaction rings through my body, a rightness settling easily in my brain as my lips press hard against Baxter’s greedy kiss.
When he bands his arm tighter around my waist, my leg slips a little farther, and I feel the impressive length of him push more snugly against me. The moan that slips out of my mouth and straight into his is completely unintentional, but it has an effect on the man beneath me like I never would have believed.
A muted growl rumbles through Baxter’s chest, vibrating against mine so much that my nipples harden even more than they had from the cold, and I can’t help but kiss him deeper. Through wet kisses, I lick at his lips only once before his tongue swipes against mine, and I’m pretty sure my panties grow wet enough that I’ll need to change when I get home. My body is heating up with every ounce of arousal that collides with me withall the speed and force of a freight train, and I can do absolutely nothing more than sink into every single thing Baxter makes me feel with his claiming mouth.
When the need for oxygen outweighs my desire to keep my mouth on Baxter’s, his lips drugging me to the point that I could pass out and simply not give a shit, I pull back slightly and whisper, “We should get off the ice now.”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, right before he tugs me into another languid kiss that has my belly swooping and toes curling, my panties suffering the most out of all my clothing. I’ve been excited plenty of times in my life, but nothing in this world has gotten me this wet quite like these men have.
It’s Baxter who pulls back next, voice rough and gravelly when he says, “We should definitely leave. Maybe go home?”
Now, that’s a loaded statement I’m willing to explore.
Flashing a cheeky grin down at him, loving the reddened hue his lips have taken, I ask, “Home? You don’t want to skate some more?”
Bax huffs a low laugh and shakes his head, several long strands of his hair falling out of the messy man bun he twisted it into for the day. “I have a few ideas for how to spend my day other than making a dick of myself on the ice. You done skating?”
There’s an underlying note of something sexy in his words, and I swallow hard before nodding. “Definitely done skating.”
“Then home it is,” he declares, doing a crunch to press one last lingering kiss to my lips that has me moaning against his mouth again. When he pulls back, he looks almost pained, and he complains, “We need to get home right now, Sunshine. Fucking hell, that noise.”
My laugh is breathless when it slips free, my heart pounding and lungs still recovering. I’m careful to slide off hisbody, hyperaware of every inch of him, and he groans roughly when my thigh rubs along his incredibly impressive length outlined in his jeans.
“Sorry,” I huff lightly, standing upright and swallowing hard the moment I catch sight of him sprawled on the ice with his hair a mess and a wet patch spreading across his shirt. He looks like a fantasy come to life, every divot of his muscles showing through the tight material stretched across his chest and abdomen.
Swallowing hard, I offer him a hand up, one he takes even if he doesn’t give me much of his weight. I don’t actually know how we manage it, but we find our way off the ice, Bax discarding his skates quickly while I do the same, hooking mine over my shoulder after replacing them with my sneakers.
