Page 45 of Every Single Wildflower
“Soaked,” he whispers in my ear before taking the sensitive lobe between his teeth.
“Maddox please.” My back arches, my nails scrapping against his shoulders, with unhinged breaths.
I need him inside me like I need oxygen. I feel his hands leave me for only a brief moment, the sound of a zipper echoing inside the dim room before he reaches down to slide my panties back to the side. The smell of hay and leather surround us, but the hint of his cologne is what invades my senses. It overpowers me enough to have me not caring about the consequences of what’s about to happen. The head of his bare cock presses against my entrance. His smooth skin warm and slick, and I grab at his shoulders to prepare for the intrusion.
“Words. Tell me you want this.” His tongue swirls along my pulse point.
“I want this,” I admit, my blood rushing at the adrenaline of this moment.
This inevitable moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for. To give myself to him. The moment is too tense for me to mention that small detail. That no man, not even his brother has ever been inside of me.
The second he enters me, my head rolls back, and I cry out his name as he thrusts deep, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. Pain shoots up my spine, and I dig my nails into his skin as he stretches me. His movements are hard, powerful, and my back drives into the wall with every piston of his hips. What began as a dull sting, has now transformed into a building pleasure. Pure and real. I know by the curl of my toes and the way he swells inside of me that this won’t last long. We’ve had years of foreplay, and now, it’s coming to a head. Like a volcano that can no longer withstand the pressure of the heat beneath it.
His lips meet mine again, our hot skin melting together with every thrust.
“Eyes.” The word is whispered against my lips, and I pry open my lids, meeting his deep hazel stare.
“See me.” His nostrils flare. “See who’s making you come,” he says, his thrust deep and full.
I nod just as he rotates, causing enough friction to my clit to have me soaring. My vision blurs, my thighs clench, and my moans bounce off the old wooden beams as I let the euphoria sweep me up. Maddox thrusts again, before his entire body tenses and he roars my name with those eyes still locked on mine.
Our movements turn sluggish, our bodies spent, as he plants lazy kisses on my jaw, then down my neck.
I sigh, my heart rate slowing as he gently lowers me to my feet after slipping out of me with a tenderness completely different than moments ago. The evidence of what we did leaks down my thighs, and in the moment of clarity, fear grips my heart. Maddox steps back, a buzzing sound vibrating on the floor beneath our feet. I move my gaze to the lit up screen as I drop my dress back in place.
There it is. The name flashing across his phone pours a layer of reality over the room.
Brady.
Maddox quickly zips up his jeans before swiping the phone from the floor. Guilt and regret are plastered across his face, and I try my hardest to clamp down the tears. He stares at the name, then moves his eyes to me.
“Ivy...” He shakes his head. “Fuck. I’m sorry. That…”
I reach out, but he backs away.
“That was a mistake.” He runs a hand over his face. The one wearing the mask of betrayal. “I can’t do this. We can’t do this.”
With tears clogging my throat I watch Maddox’s back as he leaves.
He leaves me standing alone in the barn. And he never looked back.
Chapter thirty-three
Maddox
“Why?”
The question that has been taking over my mind for the last few hours tumbles from my mouth.
Why didn’t she ever sleep with him?
She spins around, her eyes dropping to my bare chest, then to the joggers I stepped into before I impulsively came in here. I knew she was up, and as many times as I told myself to justlet it go,I couldn’t. She’s driving me fucking crazy. Everything about her. Especially now that I know she gave me her virginity. In a dingy as fuck barn.
“Why what?” She asks, her eyes moving back up to mine.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Goldie.” I round the table, stalking toward her.
She places her spoon and ice cream down on the counter. “Maddox, I…”
