Page 33 of These Jagged Edges

“Are you going to let me eat this pussy, Pretty Girl?”

Hell yeah, I am.

Maddox moves his big body between the bathroom counter and myself before kissing a path down my body. “You’re going to watch me eat this pretty pussy. Watch how your taste drives me fucking wild.”

Yes, I’m going to do exactly that.

Maddox teases, blowing on my wet seam making my legs tremble. He licks up one side of my pussy and then the other driving me crazy.

Feeling frustrated, I growl impatiently, “Maddox!”

He licks one of the scars on my inner thigh, his gaze never leaving mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“L-lick me.”

“You can do better than that,” he teases as he traces another scar with the tip of his tongue.

"Maddox, eat my pussy." I just told this man to eat my pussy, and later I'll be embarrassed about it, but right now, I want his mouth on me and his tongue buried deep in me. With a good girl and wicked grin, he devours me whole.

There are no whispers of the past threatening to drag away from this moment. All I can see, and feel is Maddox. His big hands hold my thighs apart, and my eyes are glued to his every move. In a daze, I watch his thick tongue swirl my clit and tease me before putting it into my soaking center. The way he alternates fucking me with his tongue with teasing my clit has me sailing off the edge. I curl my toes and grab onto his thick arms, digging my nails in as I detonate.

Maddox growls into me before searing his tongue deeper, demanding more and more from my body. I slap my hand over my mouth and swallow the scream that threatens to rip free. My legs shake uncontrollably, and Maddox kisses along my scars before standing, turning me to rest against the counter before bracing an arm on either side of me on the bathroom sink.

His thick black hair is sticking up in several directions, and his glasses are slightly crooked. I straighten his glasses, run a handalong his strong jaw, and chuckle. His face is still slick with me, reminding me of a glazed donut. He cocks a black eyebrow at me.

"You look like a glazed donut."

Maddox blesses me with a devastating smile. "You’re beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with me." His raw honesty makes me smile because I know he means it.

"Now, let's get you in bed, Pretty Girl." He presses a chaste kiss to my lips.

"What about you?" I ask, pointing to the monster I have been trying like hell to ignore, poking into my leg.

Maddox grasps my hand, kissing my knuckles. "Don't worry about me, baby. That was all for you."

"But you didn't?—"

"Evie Taylor, watching and feeling you come apart on my tongue is more than enough for me, but if you think for one second I didn't come in pants like a fool the second I buried my tongue in that pretty pussy, let me tell you, baby, I did, but this isn't tit for tat," he swallows, "that was solely about you and for you. I gave you pleasure, Evie, because you let me. You gave me a gift tonight, and I'm going to treasure the hell out of it."

I shift under his intense gaze. I cover myself, and he gently puts my hands around his neck. "No more ignoring me woman," he says, hurt evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry."

"Don’t apologize. Next time talk to me, Evie. Let me in.”

Maddox's ability to say pussy so casually turns me on, but he’s right. I don’t want to touch him out of some fucked up feeling of obligation. When I touch him, I want it to be because of pure need, not because my past experiences made me feel I have to. At the same time, I could sit here and beat myself up for letting my past whisk its way in, but I choose not to.

I choose to be proud of exposing my greatest fear. Proud to give the past a giant middle finger and trust Maddox with my body as well as my insecurities. I feel empowered and brave like I’vefinally slain the demon that kept me shackled to the past, and I know this one encounter didn't magically heal all my trauma, but it feels like a damn good start.

After Maddox watches me dress, I tell him good night and lock up. I walk down the hall and check in on the boys. Charlie’s sound asleep with his glasses still on and a book on top of his cover. I kiss his head and take his glasses off, putting them on his nightstand. Sebastian has already kicked all the covers off, and Mellon Collie was sound asleep in the middle of his bed. That explained the open door. I told them he couldn't come in tonight on account of him rolling in a dead squirrel at the end of our driveway. The smell of dead squirrels didn't seem to bother my son. Melon Collie was his best friend, and no amount of dead squirrel would change that.

The little sucker must have waited until he heard me heading to my room for the night before letting him inside. I kiss his forehead covering him back up, and usher Mellon to follow me. I let him outside, lock the door, and head to bed. Deciding to wait until morning to strip Bash's bed.

As soon as my head hits the pillow, exhaustion takes over, and I fall asleep in no time. No bad dreams plague me, it’s just a well-needed rest a decade in the making.

I blameLou for my current predicament. She showed up with a bottle of tequila and insisted on a girl's night. I thought we'd paint each other's toes, gossip, and order Mexican. Not invite the whole damn neighborhood over for an impromptu cookout, but she did, and here I stand surrounded by a yard full of people. Heifer thinks she’s slick, but I know better.

Lou knows I don’t make a big deal about my birthday. It’s just another day for me, and the fact I feel that way drives her crazy. Birthdays are sacred in our little makeshift family, except mine,because I chose that. I always took my birthday off and celebrated at home with the boys, not even celebrating with Joe or Vic.

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