Page 15 of Saving Helena

His words sent a jolt through me, and for a moment, I forgot Makarovich and the trouble that brought me back. For the last few years, I’d felt intensely alone since my dad had died.I’d always had him and the motorcycle club when he was alive.Even when I’d gone away to college and not come to visit, Iwas still connectedthrough my dad. When he’ddied,it had seemed like I had lost a family too. Now, Maddoxwas reaffirming that link to the Brotherhood; it meant a lot to me.

"Thanks, Maddox. That means a lot to me.” Clearing mythroat,I tried to dispel the tension, ignoring that he looked incredibly hot, hoveringin the doorway with his shaggy blond hair and low-slung Levi’s. There was a time when I wanted Maddox Bishop for myself, but I’d been just a girl then. He was dangerous and off-limits—a fantasy.

“So, how have you been?" I threw it out there inanely. Maybe we could make smalltalk,I thought stupidly. What I knew about Maddox and what made him tick could fill a thimble.

Maddox ran a hand down his beard, a subtle sign of nervousness that caught my attention. "Surviving, as always," he replied, his gaze never leaving mine. "I’ve always been good at that.” He gave me a smile, his eyes twinkling. “Things have been good.

Not much has changed since you left, but the club is stronger than ever. It had been rough for a while after your dad died,” he admitted. “Most of the brothersyouremembered are still here with us."

I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. "I can imagine that it was hard with the change of leadership. I know my dad would be proud of you," I said softly, the weight of the loss settling in the air. My dad loved Maddox, respected him, trusted him.

Maddox's expression softened. Hereached out a hand to me and gently cuppedmy cheek. As if echoing my thoughts, he said, "He would have been proud of you too, Helena."

The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.

Maddox's thumb brushed against my skin, a gentle caress. I leaned into his touch, craving this moment. Everything about this man set me on fire.

His eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze deepening. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky.

Holy shit. Did Maddox Bishop want me? My breath caught in my throat, the tension between us escalating. The air crackled with unspoken desire, and the realization hit me – the connection I thought I had imagined in the past had always been there, but for some reason, he’d turned me away before.

"Maddox," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant hum of the club. His hand drifted to the lobe of my ear, touching it softly, his thumb barely tracing a pattern that sent shivers down my spine. I hardly dared to breathe, worried that he’d stop, that I’d end this moment where he was touching me.

Well,now, this could get interesting. I might not be here for long, but if I could have Maddox Bishop while I was here, Iwouldtake him. I wasn’t looking for more than a few good fucks, and he’d always seemed like he was more than capable of fulfilling that requirement.

“Princess. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you anymore,” his voice was low with the warning.

“That sounded like a dare to me, Maddox,” I said, leaning up and taking the initiative. Ibrushed my lips over his, darting my tongue out against the seam of his mouth, tasting the liquor and the smoke as I dug my hands into the leather cut and yanked him forward.

“Fuck,” the word escaped on an exhale as his hand darted out and grabbed my waist, greedy anddemanding, anchoring me so the chain at his vest cut into my skin. His mouth angled, his tongue sliding against mine, velvet and smooth. Liquid pooled between my thighs in a rush. The kiss was nothing like I expected.

There was nothing gentle aboutit;a raw need consumed us both.Hishands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

My back hit the rough surface of the wall, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me as Maddox pressed his body against mine, his chest heaving with each breath as he devoured my mouth hungrily. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as I lost myself in the intoxicating heat of his touch.

“Helena,” he murmured against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “Tell me something.”

“Anything, Maddox, anything,” I whimpered as he rocked against me, encouraging me to hook a leg over his hip.

“Are you wet for me, princess?” His teeth bit down on my ear lobe hard enough to send a zing to my pussy as his hand slid between my shorts and panties. “Fuckyeah,you are,” he said with awe as his fingers rubbed against me. “Soaked for me.” His eyes closed briefly as his head tipped towards the ceiling like he was praying for patience or to a god that wasn’t listening.

“Maddox, please.” I’d never wanted something like I wanted his fingers on me. “Touch me.”

Dropping to hisknees,he made short work of the buttons, pulling the shorts off savagely, almost tripping me in the process. “You don’t ever have to beg me. Come here Helena, fuck, fuck …”

He snarled as he maneuvered me against the wall, hooking my leg over his shoulder before he dove between my legs. It was all I could do to bang my head against the wall and surrender, sagging against him as his mouth landed on my clit, his finger diving into my pussy with purpose. I let go, hips swiveling against his face, his tongue hot as my hands clung to his shoulders. God. He added another finger and hooked my g-spot, pullingme solidly against his face as he sucked hard, makinggrowling sounds of enjoyment. I was so close I ground hard against that beard and exploded, seeing stars. Best orgasm of my life — goddamn.

Sitting back on his heels, his hazel eyes glittered with satisfaction as he rubbed his thumb lazily over my swollen clit. “Fuck princess, that was beautiful.”

There was a distant sound of raised voices clamoring in the background. The club was nevertruly quiet, and the reality of our surroundings came crashing back. Maddox cleared histhroatas he heldmy shorts for me to step into. Straightening his cut, he stood.

“Fuck, Helena,” he said, clearing his throat.He seemed to be gathering his words, andsuddenly,I didn’t want him to say anything. If he gave me some speech about how it shouldn’t have happened I didn’t want to hear it.

“Thatwashot, Maddox,” I said to stop him from saying he regretted it, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to keep him from the next thought. I’d wanted to hold on to the moment, the high of the orgasm.

“It was better than that, and you know it. I’m going to have my hands on you, and I’m not going to regret any of it.” He seemed almost frustrated, and his words made me feel small and, for some reason, immature as he gestured toward my room. But we need to talk. You need to let me know what’s going on.”

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I babbled as I brushed through my hair with my fingers and moved into the open doorway. Maddox pretendednot to watch my assas he closed the door behind him.

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