Page 73 of Mad Rivals
He rolls on a condom and climbs over me. He hovers on top of me, his eyes on mine as he pushes inside me.
And then he makeslove to me. I can feel his emotions through his actions, and I cling to him as he drives into me, pushing both of us to heights our bodies have never seen since they’ve never had this emotional connection before in a moment like this.
My stomach clenches as the need to come pulls over me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the start of it climbing over me, and a series of moans escape me as it plows into me out of nowhere. I cry out his name as I hit my peak, and my body squeezes him inside as I hear him grunt, “I’m coming.”
We ride out the wave together, two sated bodies pulling pleasure from the other, and he drops his mouth to mine as we each start to relax at the same time. He kisses me slowly andtenderly for a few glorious seconds, and then he pulls back and trails his lips toward my ear. “Your body was made for mine.”
His words send a shudder through me.
It’s supposed to be forbidden. Wrong. But nothing about being with him feels wrong.
Instead, it feels an awful lot like his words are exactly right. Maybe I was put on this earth to find him. Maybe I’m the lock, he’s the key, and we’ll fit together to unlock the mysteries of our family legacies.
CHAPTER 29: Madden Bradley
A Jock Being Handed the Company
After fish tacos and margaritas, we head outside to take a walk. We end up on the beach, and we each take off our shoes. We hold hands and hold our shoes in our other hands, and the moon reflects on the water as we walk slowly in the sand.
The beaches back home aren’t like this, and usually it’s too windy or too cold to enjoy them anyway. But this? Walking here with Kennedy’s hand slipped into mine after sex and fish tacos…this is pure fucking heaven.
I know it won’t last because everything in this life is fleeting, but somehow it feels like San Diego is alreadyourplace. Chicago can’t be. It’s too wrapped up in our histories and our families to feel likeours. But this feels like a fresh beginning here away from those histories and families, and it’s something that’s just for us.
I have to admit…I already love how that feels.
What kind of woman pushes me into my hotel room to suck me off and then rips her shirt off to tell me she wants to fuck before dinner arrives?
Only the kind of perfect woman I don’t ever want to let go.
I think back to Clay’s question just earlier today when he asked me if I could live without her, and I thought I knew the answer to that.
Turns out I was wrong.
The truth is, now that she’s here, I just can’t see myself here without her.
But that’s definitely a complication. For one thing, I don’t know if she feels the same. And for another thing, I don’t know if she even has the ability to move here. It’s way too soon to be thinking these things, but here I am, thinking them anyway.
It’s late, and we head back to the hotel to get some sleep. She’s going into her office tomorrow, and I suppose I have to do the same since I told my father I would.
When morning dawns, it feels right to wake with her beside me. For a moment, I wish we were getting ready together and going into the office together.
I realize what a ridiculous thought that is immediately.
But then, like the Kombucha girl GIF, I rethink that. Maybe it’s not so ridiculous.
It’s not like it’s something I can bring up now when we’re at the early stages of whatever this thing between us is. She’s supposed to be staying away from me, and it would likely be smart for me to stay away from her as well.
I can’t. I won’t.
Today isn’t the day to discuss potentially merging companies, but if this works, and someday down the road we’re CEOs of competing companies and we’re planning our future…why not?
It’s not what my father would want for his company, and it’s not what her father would want for his. But if they’re leaving us in charge whether we want it or not…we’re free to do whatever the fuck we want.
I head into the shower with those thoughts swirling around. I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t want to scare her off. I also don’t want her to think I’m trying to gain access to her clientele or her company. That’s not at all what this is.
It’s simply a thought about the future and how it could be so much better for us to work together rather than apart.
She’s up when I emerge from the shower, and she’s sipping coffee that she made in the hotel room coffee maker as she stands by the windows and stares out over the view.
