Page 23 of Finding Fate

“Give me a pair of shorts. We can go to the pool. I’m not going upstairs for a little while.”

He walks to a drawer and tosses me a pair. “Now go get the damn alcohol. Princess wants drunk sex later and I’m not punishing her for your fuck-up. Your ass is going to drink too and think about what you did or I’m cutting your tattoo session tomorrow.”

He laughs again, already making his way toward the kitchen as I walk into the guest bathroom to change. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only damn adult around here.

Gabby

I get down and run up the stairs to the second floor, Maddox on my heels, but when I get halfway up the staircase between the second and third floor, he wraps his arm around my waist and jerks me back. With my balance offset I go down, my hands catching me on the step. My knee hits the wood. “Dammit, Maddox.”

I put my foot down to stand back up, but he comes down over me in a straddle, caging me in, and then jerks his shirt off. “You’re going to learn when to stop pushing me.”

“What are you going to do? Ground me? Put me in timeout? I’m not the innocent fourteen-year-old with the big bad eighteen-year-old anymore.” He laughs manically, already unbuckling his belt. Then his zipper sounds. He shoves his pants low. “What are you doing? Let’s go to the bedroom. This is uncomfortable.”

“Hell no, Gabby. You wanted an animal, you got one. I’m going to fuck you like one too.”

He jerks my swimsuit bottom over my ass and shoves it down to my thighs. Seconds later his head is pushing and rubbing at my entrance. He thrusts forward, his large size filling me completely. “Shit.”

He leans over my back, placing his palms on the wooden step beside mine for leverage, making sure I’m good and uncomfortable, and then he lets me have it, his pelvis striking my ass so hard I’ll have a bruise there. He’s done it before. I whine with every harsh thrust as he stretches me to his size. “You like pissing me off so I’ll punish you with my cock? Knowing I’ll feel guilty about it after for not making love to you in a bed like you deserve.”

I clench around him, getting wetter by the second, and closing my mouth to hold in the long, uncontrollable moans. He comes at me harder, faster, shoving me forward on the stairs. “I like all of you,” I whisper.

“Yeah?” He grabs the triangle of my top and jerks it over until my boob is exposed, rubbing my nipple in a harsh manner. His other hand comes between my legs until his finger is pressed on my clit, knowing when he starts to stroke me fast and hard I’ll push my ass into him. “My baby likes being fucked like a whore on the stairs?”

He is two different people with sex. Sinner and saint. Good and bad. Dirty and clean. It never gets old. I’ve missed this. I didn’t want to have sex with someone else because I knew I’d already had the best. “Yes,” I say, already coming.

He bites my ear. “You ready to take my cum?” I nod. “When I’m done with you it’s going to be coating every wall of that tight pussy, layered on those pretty little lips of yours, and running down your thighs. You’re going to smell like me.” I moan. He reaches down and laces his hands on the back of mine and speeds up again, slapping sounds filling the narrow staircase. “Now kiss me, bitch.”

When I turn my head to give him my mouth, he strikes against my G-spot, making me come a different way this time, our lips grazing and licking and sucking each other’s, and he finally presses hard against me, making me take it deep.

He starts rubbing his lips side to side over my cheek. “I love you. Don’t give my shit away. If I can’t have you no one will.”

A shiver runs down my spine with such a dangerous threat. “That’s a two-way street, baby.”

He runs his hand over my butt cheek, squeezing and kneading, and then continues up until it’s gripped around a boob, leaving chills in every place he touches. Regardless of how rough he is in sex, he always worships my body after. He smiles against my cheek. “Yes, I’m well aware I fell in love with a crazy bitch. I wouldn’t want her any other way. Now get your ass in the bed so I can love you right,” he says, and quickly pulls out of me to give me a head start.

I smile, not wasting any time. Fifty percent bad, fifty percent good. One hundred percent perfect.

Fifteen

Maddox

“Why are you staring at me?” she says groggily, her eyes still closed, making me smile from where I’m lying on my side on my edge of the bed. If I scoot over any more I’ll fall off. She’s sprawled out on her stomach with her arms and legs spread wide, pushing me into a small sliver of space, reminding me how much of a bed hog she is. I’ll gladly take a damn corner if it means I get to sleep with her. I’m still trying to make myself believe she’s really here, and that I can actually wake up beside her without us having to lie and sneak around to stay the night with each other.

“How do you know I’m staring at you if your eyes are closed?”

She opens one eye, confirming she’s right. “Every time I’ve stayed the night with you I’ve woken up to you staring at me.”

“Most of the time it was because I couldn’t sleep, scared I wouldn’t sneak you back home in time.”

She finally blinks her eyes open. “That was so long ago.”

“It ended too soon for me.”

“I know. Me too. Anything less than forever will never be long enough with you. If we hadn’t gotten so comfortable and tired of being secretive we probably could have made it longer, like a year. We got pretty close.”

“I was tired of feeling like it was just sex with you. Hiding all the damn time. Lying to everyone. Pretending I was single around people my age to avoid questions. Driving to another town to take you on dates and shit like you were my side piece. I wanted you to be my girl in public just like you were in private. But looking back, had I known I’d lose you altogether, I would have just kept things the way they were.”

She grabs the wrist that has her name tattooed on the inside and kisses the ink. “When did you get this?”

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