Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
It was my turn to touch and feel and play.
And that’s exactly what I told him.
Chapter Sixteen
Isaac
My turn.
When Maddox had said those words, I’d thought he was talking about him getting undressed, but he quickly disabused me of the notion when I reached between us for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my fingers and carefully eased my hand behind my back. Then he took my other hand and did the same.
“Leave them there,” he growled.
I managed a nod because speech was pretty much impossible.
That’s what happened when you were living out your fantasy.
When I’d made the decision to bring Maddox the cat supplies, I’d tried to fool myself into believing that was the real reason I was making the trek out to his house in the middle of the night. I’d even continued to sell myself on that particular story as I’d put on the sexy underwear and carefully applied my makeup. I’d spouted the lie so very easily to Dallas and Nolan when I’d asked them to keep an eye on an already sleeping Newt. Even when they’d mentioned they’d watch him for as long as needed, I hadn’t allowed myself to believe any of what was currently happening was a possibility.
But the fact that I was sitting nearly naked on Maddox’s lap, in women’s panties no less, was proof that it was.
And the bulge I could feel pressing against my own hardening cock was the final evidence I’d been waiting for.
I’d thought I’d needed a label for what Maddox was, but gay, straight, or bi, I just didn’t care anymore.
What he was, was mine.
At least for the moment.
And if I got my way, he’d be mine for as long as I could manage to keep me and Newt in Pelican Bay.
I expected Maddox to go for my ass, since one of his hands was resting right at the small of my back, just beneath my own hands. But when he reached up to close his big hand around both my wrists to make sure I couldn’t move my arms, I nearly came right then and there. I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the head of my dick and dampening the delicate fabric of my underwear.
Maddox held me in that position for a moment as his eyes raked over my entire body, then his free hand, the injured one, settled on my throat and then ran all the way down the length of my chest. I automatically tipped my head back when he did the move again. The pads of his fingers felt rough against my skin and the bandage he was wearing added another level of sensation. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should remind him to be careful with his hand, but words were still something that were escaping me at the moment.
“Watch me,” Maddox ordered when his hand came to rest on my belly. I obediently lowered my eyes to his. So many of the men I’d been with had enjoyed ordering me around and I’d always complied because that came with the job, but with Maddox, not only could I not deny him, I didn’t want to. My body was his and not because he’d paid for it.
But because I wanted him to have it.
He’d earned every piece of me by accepting every piece of me. Sharing my secret with him had been one of the hardest moments in my life because it was the last thing I had left… my last line of defense against a world that was just sometimes too damn hard. He could have ridiculed me or made me take the underwear off in another room or just let me suck him off like I’d initially planned, but he’d understood what it had meant for me to give him this part of me.
Maddox waited until I dropped my eyes to his hand. He was still holding my own behind me so I had no control, though I knew if I told him to let me go, he would.
Maddox’s finger trailed along the waistband of the underwear a few times, alternating between putting more pressure on the silky material, then my skin. He did the same to my hip, then finally moved his fingers lower to where the fabric met my groin. I couldn’t help but moan when those rough pads dipped beneath the material and brushed over my skin. My cock was pretty much right there, but he didn’t touch it and I was both disappointed and a little nervous about what that meant. He’d said he’d kissed a guy before, but I wasn’t sure if he’d done more than that. And suddenly, the dreaded thought that I’d been trying to avoid ever since he’d kissed me the first time was back in my head.