Page 24 of Psycho

He pushed a finger into me and curled it as he looked up at my body. “Take this nightgown off. I want to see your sexy tits.”

I hesitated, knowing my curled over position was going to leave my stomach all sorts of rolled over and unappealing, but then he bit my clit to challenge me, and I gave in. If he wanted to see me, I’d let him.

I’d do just about anything for him with his perfect mouth, pushing me even closer to an orgasm with each flick of his tongue.

I took my nightgown off and threw it on the floor, leaning back and arching into his mouth more when he hit my G-spot just right with his thick finger. “Yes, Maddox. I’m so close.”

He hummed against my clit, staring at me, and reached up to play with my nipples, pushing me over the edge and into bliss. “Good girl,” He growled as I tipped my head back and lost it for him. “My good little Storm, let it all go for me.”

Maddox slid his hands around my back and pulled me off the table and back into his lap, where I laid my head on his shoulder in total relaxation. The man was a walking psychotic grizzly bear who killed men for me and delivered their body parts to my doorstep in between other sweet gifts like blankets and jars of pickles. Yet I didn’t hesitate for even a second before falling into his embrace to relax.

At least I was relaxed until I felt the rock-hard proof of his own need under me with only a thin piece of fabric separating our bodies.

I wiggled my hips, rubbing him with my ass and pulled back to look at him as his eyelids lowered and his nostrils flared. “Careful, or I’ll take you to bed and not let you up for days.”

I leaned back into his neck, shook by how comfortable I was in his embrace, and nibbled against his neck. “That’s kind of what I was hoping for.”

He growled and pulled my head back to kiss me. I had never kissed someone with a full beard before, but I loved kissing Maddox. There was something so erotically masculine about it. “Well, unfortunately, we don’t have time.” He sighed, “We have an appointment to go to this morning.”

I calmed in his arms and leaned back to look at him. His words from before breakfast came back to the front of my mind, where he told me I wouldn’t like the conversation he wanted to have. “What did you do?”

He tightened his arms around my waist and held me as I tried to create more space between us. “I made you an appointment with the best OB in Boston.”

Glaring at him with rising indignation in my chest, “You had no business doing that.”

“I know.” He replied instantly, taking some of the wind out of my angry sails, “But I think you should at least get a checkup. You can’t just kill time hiding away eating pickles and watching your silly movies for the rest of forever, Storm.”

I tried to stand up to get away from his warm and soothing body and put some space between us so I could be mad at him. “I know that. But I don’t know what I’m going to do yet.”

“You haven’t seen a doctor yet, have you?” He asked, holding me tight until I stopped fighting him. “Don’t you want to at least know everything is okay before you make any other decisions?”

“No.” I admitted, staring at him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to know anything.”

“Why?”

My nose burned as tears pooled in my eyes, and I hated how I was breaking apart for him to watch. “Because it will just hurt more.” I whispered.

“It doesn’t have to hurt, Liv.” He ran his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tears that dared to fall over my bottom lashes. “It doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“How can it not be?” I cried, “I got knocked up by a man who I hate. Who did terrible, horrific things to me. I literally wish death upon him every day. How am I supposed to have his baby? What if it’s a boy, and he’s just like his father? I’m all alone!”

“It’s not his baby.” He said firmly. “It’s yours, Liv.” Maddox lowered one hand to my still naked belly and the warmth from his rough palm made me cry harder. “This baby is yours. All yours. And Damon Kirst will never have a hand in its life, because I’m going to eradicate him for you. I’m going to protectyou from him.” He slid his other hand from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me forward to rest his forehead against mine. “I’ll protect your baby and neither of you will ever be alone again.”

I cried harder, as he wrapped both arms around my naked body and held me to him, right there in his kitchen. After a while I whispered my biggest fear, “You don’t even know me, Maddox. What happens to us when you change your mind? The decision to keep this baby is for life, literally.”

He growled, tightening his arms around me. “I can’t describe the way taking care of you makes me feel, Storm. But I’m not a quitting man, and I won’t quit on you. I don’t have all the answers for the rest of forever, I’m just asking you to go see the doctor and get some answers about this baby first. And then we can go from there.”

“How are you so confident?” I took a calming breath but kept my face buried in his neck.

“It’s probably the lack of raging pregnancy hormones rushing through my body.”

I bit his neck and snickered at his joke. I didn’t want to laugh, but I didn’t want to cry anymore either. “You’re probably pretty right.”

“Let’s just take it one step at a time. And step one is getting showered and dressed for your first appointment.”

“Will you go with me?” I finally leaned back to look at him. “I don’t know if I can go in there alone.”

His earth-shaking smile lit up his face, and he nodded, “You weren’t going to keep me out of there even if you didn’t want me there.”

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