Page 62 of Ever With Me

Her heart pounded as his eyes locked on hers, her body powerless to move out of his grip.

Because I want him to kiss me.

I want to feel his mouth on mine.

I want . . .

She wanted to fuck him.

This was so, so bad.

“That’s just the whiskey talking, Brooks,” she whispered, struggling to get her voice out.

“Maybe. But I knew before I took a single sip tonight that I wanted to spread your legs and kiss that clit of yours. Taste you. See you come undone and then drive my cock into you and fuck you hard. That what you want to hear, Madison? That I can’t stop thinking about you? That it drove me crazy you didn’t come today?”

Her breath strangled, her mind racing.

Any more of this and she’d be a puddle ready to do just about anything to get some relief from the growing tension inside her.

Her face was burning as he lowered his lips to hers, an electric sizzle pulsed through her, and her clit practically twitched with anticipation. She was soaked and ready for him.

But she couldn’t do this.

He was drunk.

A snap of a twig helped pull her out of the trance. She checked over her shoulder at the surrounding woods, then took a breath.

She pulled away, her body immediately hating the absence of him.

He took a stumbling step forward, reaching for her as she stepped out of his grasp.

He wouldn’t try to force her, would he?

“Not tonight. Let’s go inside.” She held out her hand.

Brooks’s face darkened. “You don’t want to?”

“I do, actually. I want to kiss you. Maybe even make a few terrible decisions with you. But there’s this little thing called consent, and you’re too drunk to give it.” She slipped her fingers into his and tugged his hand. “Let’s go, rock star. I’m putting you to bed. In the completely nonsexual sense of the word.”

Please, Brooks. Be the man I think you are.

He stared at her for several beats, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded, allowing her to lead him from the dock.

She grabbed her shoes but carried them in one hand, opting to walk barefoot through the cold, wet grass. Whatever miracle had gotten Brooks to listen to her and come along without protesting, she wasn’t going to question it.

She led him in through the basement door, then locked it behind her. Taking him up the stairs, she fumbled in the dark through the unfamiliar house until she found the hallway that led to his bedroom.

Flipping the light on to his room, she held the door open and released his hand at last. In the light, she could see the glassy look in his eyes more clearly, the pallor on his face. He swayed, then made a face. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Well, yeah, Romeo, you were trying to win the world-championship in bourbon solo drinking tonight.” Maddie led him to the bathroom, flipping on lights as she went. Just as they reached the toilet, he lunged forward.

“Go on,” he managed, falling to his knees in front of the toilet. “I don’t want to be sick in front of you.”

She nodded, then backed out, leaving him as the sound of his retching filled the space.

Maddie set her hand over her eyes, rubbing her temples.

“But I knew before I took a single sip tonight that I wanted to spread your legs and kiss that clit of yours. Taste you. See you come undone and then drive my cock into you and fuck you hard.”

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