Page 73 of Roughing It

Chapter21

Eden

Iswear to god I’m having some kind of fever dream… or, like, my emotional state is so bad I’ve finally broken down, and now I’m having a fantasy of Maddox showing up at my door to tell me he loves me. Except it’s not my door, and it feels real, and there’s a note with Sage’s handwriting because he’s a beautiful, meddling bastard who is definitely getting a muffin basket once I can think straight.

I don’t know how the hell I’ve gone from wallowing in Flor and Sage’s empty living room to being pinned under Maddox, his amazing, strong hands drawing me closer and closer to coming, but here I am. And there’s no force in the universe that could convince me to leave.

I’m still reeling from Maddox’s confession—not just that he wants me too or that he wants to make it work, but that he’s falling in love with me. I thought I was losing my damn mind for not being able to let go of some weekend fling with a stranger, but here he is, echoing everything my heart has been trying to tell me for weeks.

And don’t get me wrong. I’m still shit-scared that I’m going to wake up and it really will have just been some sort of elaborate fantasy my mind cooked up during yet another cold night of missing him, but none of my dreams have felt like this. I can feel every inch of him as his naked body presses mine into the bed. I can smell the subtle, foresty smell of his mountain life. His breath is hot against my cheeks as he moans, and his teeth are sharp against my pulse as he sucks a love bite there.

I lift my hands and push them into his hair, pulling his head up so I can look at him. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

He laughs softly, then nuzzles my nose with his own. “Baby, I’m still trying to convince myself. I swear I thought…” He trails off, then mumbles something else, sounding like he did before when his aphasia was kicking up. He says things that aren’t really words in a quiet whisper, but the funny thing is, I still understand the tone and the meaning.

I lean up to kiss him, and his tongue is soft and wet and so hot as it strokes over mine. By the time my body relaxes, his fingers are playing with me again, rubbing wet circles over my clit. I open my mouth to tell him I’m too close, but all that comes out is a ragged groan. I’ve wanted this for too long—spent too much time afraid I’d never feel his touch again—that I immediately tumble over the edge.

Two of his fingers slip inside me as I quiver and pulse, and it feels so fucking good to be full. I squeeze around him, and he groans, pushing his face back against my neck and biting down gently.

“Want you,” he manages.

I nod as he thrusts his fingers in and out—an easy, careful pulse, and I ride the waves of my aftershocks. “I want you too. Do you have anything?”

It’s almost devastating when he pulls away, though all he does is lean over the edge of the bed to fumble with his jeans. He comes back with two condoms and throws them next to me. “One of these days, I want to be inside you without…” He trails off, but I know what he’s saying.

“Soon,” I promise.

No kids for now, but it’s not something I’d want to rule out in the future. I used to balk at the idea of being so fucking basic, but with him, I can see that kind of future. Maybe not a picket fence, but definitely a long, tall brown one keeping horses corralled by the field. And maybe not a big house, but a mountain lodge stretching along the peaks, and hiking trails, and a little found family who loves a lot more profoundly than my own ever did.

The thought makes my eyes go all hot and teary again, which normally pisses me off, but something about being vulnerable in front of Maddox makes me feel safe. He seems to notice because he cups my cheeks and strokes his thumbs just under my eyes.

“Is this too much?” he wonders.

I shake my head quickly because it’s nowhere near too much. It’s barely enough, but the thing that keeps me from losing it is knowing that there’s so much more to come. Instead of answering him, I reach over and grab one of the condoms, tearing it carefully with my teeth. I press my feet into the bed and spread my legs, and he shuffles between them on his knees.

He’s watching me with a heavy gaze as I grab the base of his dick, then roll the condom on. His breath catches as I stroke him a couple of times, and when I push the head of his dick right against my entrance, he falls forward on his hands with a heavy moan.

“Baby.” His hips thrust forward, and the head of his cock slips inside me. It’s as amazing as before—not just the feeling of his hard length inside me but knowing it’s so much more than that. It’s feeling, it’s connection.

It’s love.

I wrap my legs around him and urge him to go deeper, to fuck me harder and faster. He obeys those silent commands, taking control with a little growl as his fingers dig into my hair. He holds me by the bun with one hand, the other scooting under my ass and lifting me up. He’s as deep as he can get, and I feel it all the way to my core.

I can barely see, and it’s easier to close my eyes and just feel as he fucks me damn near breathless. I can feel my orgasm building, and he thrusts all the way in, letting his pelvic bone grind against my clit. He rolls his hips in slow circles, his dick throbbing deep inside me, and it’s the perfect storm of sensation.

I come with a loud cry, my nails digging into his fleshy ass as I try to pull him even deeper, and I can feel him start to swell thicker. That only sends more waves of pleasure through me, and I go limp as he finishes himself off with a few hard, ragged thrusts.

By the time I regain any of my composure, I realize I’m pinned by his heavy weight. He’s already pulled out of me, and his head is resting on my upper stomach. He’s cupping one of my breasts, kneading it gently, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, which is sending zings down to my pussy.

It’s oddly soothing, and I push my hand back into his hair, scraping my nails against his scalp as I feel his breathing start to even out.

“Too heavy?” he asks. His words are slow and a little slurred like he had to work for them.

“No. Please don’t move yet,” I tell him.

He gives a happy hum and turns his face to kiss my belly before he holds me tighter. We stay like that as long as either of us dares. Sage and Flor will be home soon, and I don’t want to get caught like this. Then again, they’re going to know because this was Sage’s plan.

That son of a bitch is going to be so smug, but in reality, I know I owe him.

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