Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“No, not when you’re hell-bent on making me scream your name.” My hands are fisted in the sheets. His cock is gathering the wetness that’s dripping from my center. “Oh shit, the dogs. Jesus, Madden, the dogs. They’re being too quiet!”
Madden is off me in a flash. I’m scrambling off the bed, knowing a labrador and a golden retriever left unattended for hours upon hours is not a good thing. We should have gotten up earlier, let them out, fed them, then maybe they’d go back to sleep.
“Fuck, Cooper’s probably shit all over the house.” Madden throws me his shirt he was wearing yesterday. He slides into a pair of shorts. A whimper leaves my throat when I see his cock being hidden beneath them and knowing we were almost to the good part.
“Jolene might seem like the best dog ever, but go ahead and say rest in peace to your favorite area rug,” I tell him as he opens the door. Neither dog is on the other side, a lesson we’re both going to learn from after today. I know it even if Madden doesn’t. My hand goes to his, holding it like a lifeline as we take the steps downstairs. Madden grips my hand, hurrying his pace, which means for every one of his steps, it’s two of mine. I don’t bother asking him to slow down. He’s on a mission, and I absolutely know there will be a mess. There’s a reason why I have a dog walker come once a day on my short days and two to three times on my longer workdays.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Madden and I clear the landing and turn the corner. He stops abruptly. I barely avoid careening into his muscular, naked back. Jesus, his body is an aphrodisiac, arm and back porn galore, and it’s all mine.
“Oh my, umm. In all fairness, I did forewarn you about the area rug,” I tell him when I see Jolene is currently gnawing on the corner edge of the entryway rug.
“Yeah, that’s the least of my worries. Look around, sweetheart.” I move my eyes from Jolene and notice there’s cotton stuffing along with feathers strewn about the entire living room and kitchen. There, standing proud as a peacock with a feather hanging out of his mouth, is Cooper.
“Oh my God, our dogs are absolute menaces to society. I guess it’s a good thing you’re a billionaire.” I can’t contain my laughter. Cooper may look like he’s the only culprit, but I know better, especially since every pillow is off the couch, fabric is ripped, and the tufted ottoman Madden had is completely destroyed.
“Never again. We aren’t sleeping with the door shut ever.” Madden doesn’t sound mad or upset, and he doesn’t touch on the fact that I was laughing while talking about money. No, he completely ignores the mess surround us, backs me up until I’m pressed against the nearest wall, and kisses me stupid. There’s no worrying about cleaning up after the dogs. It’s just Madden and me getting lost in one another.
Epilogue
MADDEN
Three Months Later
I watch as Hendrix and Jolene are a few steps ahead of Cooper and myself, though if Coop had it his way, he’d be right there beside them. There’s a reason I’m staying back. It’s not just for the fantastic view of Hendrix, who’s wearing a pair of tight athletic shorts and a sports bra style tank top, legs eating up the trail we’re hiking on. There’s something else I’ve got going on, trying to get it ready before we make it to the spot we always gravitate towards. The place where it all started. The first few times we hiked together, we both laughed along the way. Now it’s the place we always drift to, whether intentional or not. My hand slides into my pocket, to the box with a certain ring nestled inside. A ring that took a shit ton of looking for seeing as Hendrix isn’t the classic diamond type of girl. It took bringing in my mom and Journey to figure out exactly what she would like, already knowing it would probably be an estate piece, those of which do not come easily. It wasn’t until Mom stumbled upon an antique jewelry store, called me, and I had to make quick work of flying to Arizona the same day. I met her there, which happened to have my dad there as well. It was a family reunion on finding the right ring for Hendrix. The minute I saw it, I knew. It’s silver in color, from the art deco style era, and has a round solitaire that isn’t ostentatious in a halo setting. Mom said the filigree was what made it the perfect piece for Hendrix. I tuned that shit out and focused on the style, knowing Hendrix’s style isn’t flashy or wanting the newest of the new. It was perfect for her.