Page 54 of The Love We Make

“We are definitely doing that again,” I blurted, thankful she mentioned it first.

I always knew Madison was beautiful. Her dark blonde, almost brown, hair and deep brown eyes lured guys everywhere she went. And I was a guy. But seeing her like this—sex hair, swollen lips, happy daze in her eyes—she was fucking irresistible.

I knew this weekend was planned and supposed to happen this way. When the weekend ended, so did the plan.

But it was going to be harder than I thought it was. Because now I knew how good she felt, how perfect she felt. A flair of possessiveness swelled in my chest because Madison was mine, just like she had always been, and I wasn’t sure I could let anyone else touch her.

I had to, though.

Madison didn’t ask me to make love to her because she wanted me. She asked me to do it because she trusted me to take care of her and then let her live. I was a crazed lunatic trying to keep her virtue intact, but now that she was no longer a virgin, she expected me to ease up and let her be.

And I would.

But not this weekend. This weekend, she was getting all of me. Everything I had in my repertoire. I was going to be her first at everything.

I started rubbing her feet like I always did. But this time, when she groaned and her head fell back, I felt it in my veins. The tips of my fingers tingled with the soft touches and my dick hardened again like it was go-time.

Poor guy didn’t realize she was sore.

“I am so proud of you,” her words came out of nowhere and caused me to get concerned.

I stopped rubbing her feet and lowered my brows. “Proud?”

“For the game,” she smiled. “You are the best pitcher in the entire league. You have worked so hard to be an All-star. It is all you used to talk about.”

First of all, thank God she was not proud of me for having sex with her. That is what I first thought and it was as weird as her thanking me for sex.

Second of all, “I am so glad you came with me. Wouldn’t have been the same without my best friend.”

She winced, “Except the third inning, I bailed. But aside from that, this was the most fun I have had in a long time. Even before the sex.”

“Yeah, what got you so panicky?”

Her cheeks burned and she bit her lip. She started shaking her head, a refusal to tell me on the tip of her tongue so I added, “I already know what you taste like, Maddy. So telling me why you panicked shouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

Her cheeks got even redder.

Holy shit, why was she embarrassed over her panic? She always panicked. It wasn’t a big deal to me at this point. But I was starting to worry that she wouldn’t tell me, that it wasthatbad. Which only made me want her to tell me more.

“Tell me, Madison. Now.”

Her eyes widened at my sudden demand, as my hands crept from her foot up her leg.

“I………I……..”

I grabbed her knees and pulled her closer to me, her legs open and settled on each side of my hips. I trailed my hands even higher, inside her thigh.

“Tell me.” I took my fingers and teased her lower lips, just enough to elicit a deep intake of air between her teeth. She started to scoot closer, instinct making her try and find friction. But my hand was in control and my legs were able to stop her from moving.

My gut was telling me she may try lying or playing off the truth. She wouldn’t be able to think of a proper lie with my hands on her like that.

“Um…. I….”

“Now,” I demanded in a rough voice, pressing my thumb to her clit.

“You struck out Aaron,” she said quickly. “You struck him out.”

I paused,how did that make her panic?

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