Page 86 of These Jagged Edges

Fuck I love her.

I let her hands go and raise her legs in the air and push them together on her shoulder. “Hold your legs right there. Don’t let them move.”

The sight of her pretty pussy sandwiched between those thick fucking thighs had my mouth watering. I dropped to my kneesputting me at the perfect height, like she’s being served up to me. I give her a lazy lick making her legs shake.

“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her before I open her up with my thumbs, watching her pussy throb with anticipation.

“Eyes on me, Pretty Girl.”

Then I fuck her with my tongue moaning the deeper I bury my tongue. Never quite getting as deep as I want, because fuck I want to drink her from the source. I eat her pussy as sloppy as possible; I don’t stop after the first two orgasms I keep going.

“Maddox please.” Her cries make me momentarily pause. Sweaty as hell, she glows looking every bit the little vixen she is.

“Baby, what did I tell you was going to happen the next time you called me your friend?” I ask never taking my mouth off her.

I stare at the ring on her hand as it glitters. Smirking to myself because she’ll be reminded every day, I’m not her fucking friend.

“Y-You’d eat that word out of me.” Her stammer is fucking cute.

“Exactly, now let me fucking eat.” I go back to town turning her out with my mouth. Then I insert a finger, curving to hit that sweet spot and just as I do, she squirts and me being the man I am I don’t waste a drop.

I stand to my full height, pulling Evie’s dress off her exposing that beautiful body to me. I kiss every scar new and old that litters her body. She undoes my jeans and palms my hot shaft.

“Pretty Girl?—"

“Maddox, don’t talk just feel.”

I take my cock all the way out letting her play before kissing her softly. I pick her up off the dresser with her legs over both my arms and slowly enter her. Giving her time to adjust before moving. She puts her forehead against mine as I take my time opening her up to take more and more of me until I finally bottom out in her. She blows out a shaky breath.

Without removing myself I lay us on the bed, her underneath me. I don’t rush and fuck her. Instead, I take my time cherishingher and the fact she’s still here. I try to convey in this moment what I feel I have never gotten quite right with my words. How she’s everything to me, and I don’t think I could have survived this life if she didn’t. Every little sound she makes, every time those eyes hold me in their gaze, I tell myself how fucking lucky I am.

“I love you, Pretty Girl.”

I kiss her with as much love as I can muster. Life is uncertain and while I know each day isn’t granted, I will fucking relish each day that way.

Later we lay in bed Evie propped on my chest as I read Pride and Prejudice to her. Something I started doing to her in the hospital and she’s asked me to do every night since.

“Maddox?”

I close the book and look down at her. She’s lying on my stomach with one arm under her head as she looks at the ring on her finger.

“Did you ever get in trouble for breaking Trip Wallers arm?”

Where the hell is this coming from? “No, Crow turned over the footage of him picking you up by the neck. It wasn’t justified per say, but didn’t warrant an arrest so I just paid a fine.”

“So, you’ve broken someone’s arm, and killed for me. Why would you ever doubt me wanting to have a child with you?”

“Evie—"

She turns over, resting her chin on both of her hands. “I know this isn’t tit for tat or whatever the hell you like to say, but did you honestly doubt I would want that?”

I swallow. “Evie, it’s not that I doubted you wanting it for a second. It was me.”

I look into her mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—both watching me with confusion. I let out a shaky breath, trying to put it into words. “I didn’t know if I could ask for that again—from the world, or from you. It felt like the second I did, God might decide to mess with me and take something else away. I’ve already lost my daughter, almost lost my brother, and came way too closeto losing you. Evie, I don’t think I could handle losing anything else.”

“Maddox, you can’t live like that. We both know better than most just how much ugly and good the world can throw at you. But I’m done living my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to be present, to enjoy all the good things life gives me without constantly expecting the worst. Bad things will happen, sure, but when I look back, I see how much I’ve missed out on—too scared to truly appreciate the good because I was always bracing for something bad. I don’t want to live that way anymore”

“I don’t know how to live like that.”

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