Page 69 of Broken Player

“You haven’t exactly kept that a secret, Quinny,” I grumbled, leaning back against Maddox’s chest and writhing a little on top of him just to make him squirm. He bent forward and kissed the spot where my shoulder and neck met, and I bit back a moan. He pulled my hips back, so my ass pressed even harder into his erection, but then I sat up and turned my attention back to Connor, ignoring the low growl from behind me.

“Now my turn to ask a question,” I started, downing the refill I’d just poured myself. “How do you and Maddox know each other? I know you’re not in the band.”

Connor chuckled. “No, I couldn’t play an instrument or sing if my life depended on it.”

“Fuck, no. You donotwant to hear this guy sing. It’ll make your ears bleed,” Maddox teased.

Ignoring Maddox’s jab, he continued. “Zen hired me as his bodyguard a few years ago. I’d just gotten out of the Marines and was trying to figure out how the fuck I was going to adjust to civilian life. A buddy of mine knew someone who heard Zen was looking after he dealt with a couple of stalker situations. So, I reached out. He hired me, and the rest is history.”

“So, if you’re Zen’s bodyguard, why are you with Maddox so much?” I questioned, leaning back against Maddox’s chest and reaching my hand up to play with his hair, running my fingers through the silky strands.

“Because he likes to stir shit up and cause trouble. Someone’s got to make sure his ass stays out of trouble.” Connor slid his suit jacket off and tossed it over the arm of his chair, unfastening his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

“Likedto stir shit up,” Maddox corrected, wrapping an arm around my waist and stroking my hip with his fingers. My nipples hardened under his touch as we drove each other crazy. I hoped the flight wasn’t much longer. I didn’t know how long I could hold out. There was a tingle that started in my core and spread throughout my body, a neediness that I hadn’t experienced before.

“And I’m going to need details,” Quinn insisted, reclining his seat back and settling in for the story he assumed he’d be getting.

Maddox shot Connor a warning glare that I didn’t see but felt in the way he tensed around me. Rolling my eyes, I reached back and patted his cheek a little bit condescendingly. “Don’t worry, Romeo. I’m well aware of your whorish ways. I’ve got eyes and access to the internet, remember?”

He grabbed my hand and kissed it before putting my fingers back into his hair. “No one wants to hear about my antics. And that’s all in the past now anyway,” Maddox assured me.

“Fuck, of course you decide to reconnect and then get boring. I’m gonna need a wingman when we get to LA since Ryan’s obviously out,” Quinn declared, eyeing Connor, who held out his glass for Quinn to tap with his own.

“I’ve got you, Q. Tonight, we’ll hit my favorite club.” Connor yawned, reclining his seat next to Quinn, and suddenly I felt tired, too.

Closing my eyes as the conversation died down, I let myself be lulled by the rise and fall of Maddox’s chest and the gentle rocking of the airplane. Before I knew it, I was completely out.

It'd only been twenty-four hours since I gave myself to Maddox, but it almost felt like a lifetime ago. Our mouths crashed together after that torturous plane ride. We were like magnets, drawn to each other without the ability to resist. And last night we'd given in for the first time. Now there would be no stopping the force that pulled us together.

The reality of Maddox inside of me was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. And I wanted him again. Badly.

We barely made it through the front door before his hands were all over me, ripping at the layers of lace still wrapping around my body. We were both panting as I watched his muscles ripple and bulge under his black suit jacket while he grabbed my dress and pulled. The tearing sound that filled the room further fueled my desire.

The ruined dress pooled around my feet. Maddox growled as he closed the few inches of distance between us, wrapping his arms around me, one hand gripping my ass and pulling me against the hard ridge in his slacks. The other hand skated up and tangled in my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling my head to the side. I didn't fight. I wanted this. I wantedhim.I wanted him to make me forget everything and everyone except us.

He sucked and bit at my neck, his day-old scruff scratching the sensitive skin and making me shiver. I couldn't get close enough, and I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.He stood taller and slammed his mouth down on mine, and I instantly opened for him, wanting him deeper, harder, justmore.I wanted more of everything he had to give.

Pleasure clawed through me as he lowered his hand and tweaked my nipple until it tightened almost painfully. The rough pads of his fingers brushed across the sensitive peaks again and again until I writhed against him, burning up from the inside out. I needed him closer.

He reached down and lifted me like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He never stopped the way he ravished my mouth, and I met him stroke for stroke, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my nails into his scalp lightly. He growled into my mouth and started walking fast and with purpose somewhere deeper into the house.

I'd never been here before, so I wasn't sure where he was going, but I didn't care. At some point, he pushed me up against the wall and yanked my white lace thong right off of my body, shredding it and tossing it to the side before sinking a finger inside my center. "Fuck," I whimpered and tried to grind against him, but he had me pinned down. The wicked smile that crossed his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing when his thumb found my clit and started tracing slow, deliberate circles.

He was still fully dressed, and I needed to feel his skin against mine, so even as my body shook and pulsed, I ripped at his tie, yanking it off. He pulled his finger out of me long enough to drop his jacket off of his body before sliding not only one but two fingers back inside me. "You're fucking dripping, Freckles." The words sounded almost pained as he grit them out, and even though I wasn't experienced, I could tell he was on the verge of losing it.

"For you," I purred, wanting to see how far I could push him before he lost it completely. He watched his hand moving in and out of me and then glanced up at me with eyes that werealmost entirely black. I shivered from that one look, feeling both burning heat and icy cold.

With shaky hands, I undid as many buttons as I could on his shirt before ripping the rest apart, almost moaning as the clink of buttons hitting the floor meant that his smooth, tanned, and incredibly sculpted chest was finally revealed. My mouth watered, and I leaned forward and bit the silver barbell through his right nipple, tugging it gently. He cursed and moaned, pulling his fingers from me and sucking them into his mouth while his dark eyes were locked with mine.

"So fucking good, Freckles. You have no idea," he grunted, pulling my body closer against his and finally pushing us through the door to his bedroom. He crossed it quickly, dropping me on the bed and standing back. His eyes raked over every naked inch of my body, and I reveled in his perusal. I wasn't ashamed of my body at all, and I watched as he reached down and flicked the button on his slacks open, pulling the zipper down achingly slow.

Dropping his pants, he stepped out of them and stood in front of me in just his black boxer briefs, the evidence of how turned on he was obvious. I longed to touch him, to run my hands over every inch of his perfect body. Maddox was every girl's fantasy come to life. Last night, it'd been dark, and he made everything about me. Tonight, I could study every bit of him and damn if he wasn't incredible. He was built and toned in all the right places, and his cock was so big I'd been a little sore this morning.

One look at the smug smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I'd never done anything like this, but I wasn't stupid. I knew the mechanics of how blow jobs worked, and I wanted to see how far I could push his control. I never felt this need to get someone to lose control like Maddox brought out inme. He was always in charge and demanding. Could I get him to lose control? To act on every impulse without thinking it all through first? Without worrying about the consequences?

His eyes darkened even more as I reached up and ran my palm along the length of his hardness. "Freckles…" he warned, but I ignored him. I wanted what I wanted, and I was going to take it.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the head of his cock, and he groaned, shoving his hand into my hair. I opened my mouth, testing the feel of him in my mouth. He tasted a little salty, but I liked it. I ran my tongue along the head and closed my mouth around him, sliding my lips up and down until he hit the back of my throat. He gripped my hair tighter, pushing his hips against me almost involuntarily. I fought off a smile, trying to focus on what I was doing. I suctioned him deeper into my throat, gagging a little, but the way he cursed and moaned distracted me.

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