Page 10 of Madden

"I'm going to have a cup of coffee and curl up with a book while you're gone. So yes, I'll be fine." She smiles, her eyes roaming over my body.

Groaning, I head to the door. "Hold that thought, sweetheart."

Hesitatingin the lobby of the apartment building, I glance back toward the elevator as Bradford appears. The first words out of his mouth, "Does she know?" filter into my brain.

I sigh heavily and nod my head. "Yes. We'll ignore the comments for now, even though my first reaction was to tear into the blogger."

"If it continues, you'll have to do something about it." He winces. "You know who she is, right?"

We walk outside, and I'm desperate to vent my anger and frustration, but his question makes me stop. “The blogger isn’t the guy I caught taking photos of us last night?”

He frowns. "I don't know about that. It's that crazy girl who throws herself at you every chance she gets." Bradford takes off at a slow jog.

As I catch up to him, I think back to the dark-haired girl who offers herself to me whenever she gets close. Apparently, I'm the only one she's after, which I find hard to believe. I've avoided going out with the guys for a month or two because of her. Her actions had become more aggressive. I hadn't thought about her when I woke up and saw the content on social media. But then again, I hadn’t looked at the name on the post.

Bradford gives me a sideways glance. "Is Tessa, okay?"

"She seemed to be." I frown. "Fuck me!" I hiss. "Why did this shit have to hit the fan on game day?"

My friend winces. "It's really early in your relationship too. Davina's claws came out super early."

I cringe. "She better stay away from me. Tessa is mine to protect and I'll fucking do it if it's the last thing I do."

"She's not just yours, Madden. We're a team. We protect our own." He taps me on the shoulder before taking off at a faster pace.

I let the tension go for now and go after him.

10

TESSA

After Madden left,I made myself a cup of coffee and picked up a book to read, but my mind kept going back to the hateful comments on social media. So, I found myself scrolling through all the comments. To my surprise, most of the commenters are calling this woman out for posting something hateful about another woman. They call her jealous because Madden chose me over her, which makes me frown. He didn't say he knew the woman who posted the photo. My frown deepens when the woman responds to the comment,‘He's only with her because she's easy and I wasn’t.’

My stomach churns at the words and I quickly toss my phone to the end of the sofa. I trust Madden. I really do. He was sincere when he told me I was the only one he wanted. The way he loves me says more than words. I'm not that experienced in relationships, but something about Madden tells me he's true to me.

My fingers itch to grab my phone and make a comment. To slam the girl the way she slammed me. I don't. I'm going to be the bigger person here. I'm going to wait, and then together with Madden, we're going to post something from his account. We will be polite and to the point.

Looking out the window from my position on the sofa, I watch the gray clouds move in over the city of Boston. Snow is forecast for this morning. It's supposed to be heavy and last into the night. I wonder if tonight's game will be canceled because of the expected weather.

The door opens and I turn to face Madden as he enters, sweat soaking through his t-shirt. He tosses the shirt on the floor with his sneakers, then slowly walks toward me, a gleam in his eye. "Do you want to take a shower with me?"

I hold his gaze and then slowly move my eyes down, over his defined chest and abs, and down to the thick erection that tents his running shorts. I sit forward and, reaching out, run the tips of my fingers from his knees up his thighs. A hiss leaves his mouth as the throbbing cock twitches in front of my face.

"Shower," Madden moans.

Meeting his gaze, I admit, "I like this position." I run a fingernail up his arousal. "I like it a lot."

He gives me a garbled reply as I pull down his shorts and underwear. He kicks them off as they fall to the floor. Leaning forward, I grab his girth and swirl my tongue around the swollen head. I grin and take him into my mouth, feeling him grow harder against my tongue. The taste of him is intoxicating. I meet his lowered lids and slide further down his length. His eyes roll as my nose tickles the hairs around his shaft, my mouth and throat full of his pulsing length.

Hands grab my head and slowly pull me back. Pre-cum oozes from the tip that I suck on. "Tessa," he moans. "I'm close and I want to come inside you."

"You will be inside me."

"Fuck!" He pulls me up and into him. His hands fly over my body with urgency as his mouth collides with mine in a hungry kiss. I feel the heat of his desire burning through me, matching my own need for him. A hand slips between us and then hisfingers find me wet and ready for him. He drops to the sofa and pulls me onto his lap but facing away from him. My nightshirt is added to the pile of gathering clothes on the floor.

He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, sliding into me with a deep moan, filling me completely. It takes me a few moments to adjust to his girth, but when I do, I lean back against his chest. We both moan at the sensation. His hands reach in front of me, taking the weight of my breasts as his fingers find the hard, swollen nubs of my nipples.

"I'm breaking a rule," Madden growls, his mouth locked on my neck. "No getting off on game day."

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