Page 61 of Worthy

″He makes you bike a couple times a week,” Dad says.

″So?” I set the chair rocking again. Why can’t he just drop it?

″So, he doesn’t want to get in the way of the things you love, same as you don’t want to get in the way of the things he loves. You don’t make that effort for another person if you don’t care about them.”

″Care about me, sure. I know he cares about me. I don’t know if that’s enough to stay here, though,” I exhale.

″That’s why you have to tell him how you feel, Cade. Give the two of you a chance.”

″You really think he’d stay?” Dammit, now he’s got me wondering.

″Only one way to find out, son.” He steps to me and claps my shoulder. “Talk to him.”

″Yeah, okay,” I nod absently. “I’ll…I’ll do that.”

Dad gives my shoulder a firm squeeze. “And bring him over for dinner. Mom will be pissed if you hold out on her much longer.”

″True,” I chuckle as Dad makes his way to his truck. “Night, Dad.”

″Night.” He climbs in the cab and drives away.

Well, that was unexpected. Instead of a lecture about being reckless and immature I get a lecture about going after Maddox for real. But is it that easy?

Deep down, I suspect my dad could be right about me loving him. I’m still not ready to call it love since it happened so hard and so fast, but hearing him say it out loud… I realize it’s probably true, or on the way to being true. There’s no other way to explain this need to be near him, this desire to have him stay.

Fuck if I know what to do about it though.

I appreciate my dad’s perspective, but this thing was always supposed to have a time limit and changing the rules in the middle of—whatever we are—seems like something the old me would do. Not to mention the fact it’s still hard to believe this is happening even though it’s happening tome. And who knows what Madd thinks of all this.

Could he feel the same? Would telling him how I feel make it easier for him to stay, or harder to leave? I’m not exactly a catch for a guy like that, and I’d never forgive myself if I distracted him from the career he’s been working toward, so until I have a better sense of how he’ll respond, I should probably keep my thoughts to myself.

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“Everything good?” Maddox is toweling off when I finally make it to the bedroom, his hair back to the dusky blond that makes his tan skin glow.

My eyes rake over his gorgeous body, catching on a stray water droplet that rolls down his sexy abs. “It’d be a whole lot better if you drop the towel.”

Madd studies me with the pensive expression he gets so often, and while I’m no better at deciphering it today than I was a few weeks ago, I feel pretty confident saying tonight he’s pondering whether I’m trying to use sex as a diversion from the conversation I just had outside.

He wouldn’t be wrong, but he wouldn’t be right either. Naked Maddox is just too great a temptation to pass up regardless of anything else I have going on, which he must conclude since he drops the towel and shows me his mouth watering cock.

I close the distance in three steps and drop to my knees, pressing my face against his groin to inhale the fresh scent of soap that lingers on his skin. Then I lick a fat stripe from root to tip and seal my lips around his crown.

“Jesus.” He threads his fingers through my hair, more so to hold himself steady than to keep me in place.

I hum in response since my mouth is otherwise occupied, wedging my tongue underneath his foreskin to lick around his tip before slurping on the head. The moan that spills from his lips is indecent, and for the millionth time since we first hooked up, I’m envious of his dick. Not the size or the shape, but the thin little flap of skin that seems to drive him out of his mind when I play with it, which is my new favorite thing.

Sometimes I simply run my finger over it, using Madd’s own skin to massage his crown. Other times I pull it back and deny him the extra friction. Once I even sucked so hard I swear it stretched over his entire cockhead. His release had filled my mouth so quickly afterward, I swore I had to be dreaming.

Ever since, it’s become my favorite fucking way to torture him, to tease him, to drive him mad until lust clouded his eyes and my name fell from his beautiful lips. Today would be no exception.

Madd’s hips rock gently forward as I lap at his cock, his soft groans echoing throughout the room each time I take him deep and slowly retreat. It’s a sound I don’t think I’ll ever tire of, not only because it’s so sexy, but because it’s so gratifying to hear the effect I have on him.

Looking up from my knees, I can see how tight his stomach is coiled. How fixed his jaw is. How hard he’s straining to hold still, and let me have my fun when the urge to move verges on overpowering.

There’s only one thing I want more than to see him lose control and come down my throat.

“Fuck me,” I rasp as I pop off his shaft.

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