Bad Boy's Bridesmaid: A Secret Baby Romance (63 page)

Dominating.

But he desired more than a submissive body tethered to a
bed, begging for mercy. He wanted
me
. From the first time we touched to
the last time we parted, I met every one of Maddox’s demands with the same
intensity. My pleasure was his and his mine. Long ago, we spent night after
night twisting in the sheets, just
loving
each other and damning the consequences.
We were once lovers. Partners.

And we had
almost
become a family. I regretted
never sharing that precious moment with him when we created a life.

“Say it again.” Maddox ripped my bra off. My breasts
bounced as his weight shifted over me. “Tell me you love me.”

I couldn’t say it, not because it wasn’t true, but
because it was more of a mistake to give him that false hope than it was to
shed my clothing and inhibitions. I bit my lip and stayed silent

And Maddox took it as a challenge.

“You’ll scream it soon enough, Sweets.” He ripped down
the zipper on my jeans. “There’s no reason to deny it.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We never should have stopped.”

Maddox stared at my panties. The delicate pink
highlighted the cinnamon brown of my skin. It was pretty.
Cute.
Easily
cast off.

His jacket tangled with his shirt on the floor. His
muscle strained, already sweating as he fought his urges. He always lost, and I
never cared before. His hands brushed over my tummy, too preoccupied with a
little crest between my legs to worry about his own zipper or the bulge
straining his jeans.

I gripped the comforter as Maddox made his move. His eyes
narrowed, watching as I trembled as his hand dragged low. The pale tip of his
index finger dipped within the dark petals of my slit.

“Say you love me.” Maddox teased me with a flick of my
swollen clit. “I’ll play this game with you, Sweets…because I know I’ll win.”

I wetted. Slickened. Silenced back a mew that would have
revealed everything. But I stayed quiet and knew his brand of delicious torture
was only beginning.

Maddox dug his hands into my hips and hauled me to the
edge of the bed. My legs dropped off the mattress, but he took my ankles and
pushed them up. The most secret parts of me exposed to him, but he already
owned those places. That familiarity would be my undoing. I knew what he
wanted, and I couldn’t surrender to his plan.

Nothing prepared me for the moment his lips pressed
between my legs and centered on my clit.

One lick, one flick of his tongue, and I was lost. The
heat of his mouth teased my trembling nub. His tongue flattened and licked. I
groaned. Of course I was wetter than ever before. Maddox laughed and devoured
me, sampling the sweet honey that slickened my folds.

This was too much. Too good. Too fast.

“Maddox…” I whispered. “We can’t do this.”

“Try and stop me.”

His lips circled my clit—a little warning for what was to
come. One suckle would launch me from the bed directly into his arms, onto his
cock. That part of me was always too sensitive, too easy for him to control
with a nip, touch, fuck.

He kissed my slit and smirked. His curling finger teased
inside my pussy. And that mischievous arch of his eyebrow was enough to push me
over the edge. He wielded a cocky, expectant stare, as if he understood my body
better than I did myself.

He was right.

He spoke with his mouth full—completely vulgar and one of
the sexiest things I’d ever heard. His tongue lazily dragged over my clit to
earn a shiver. My fingers twisted in the comforter. My hips arched to meet his
touch.

“Tell me you love me,” he ordered.

I shook my head. It was the biggest mistake I made of the
night.

His nibble on my clit turned to a bite. I stiffened and
ached for his next punishment—a tongue, a cock, whatever he wanted to give me.

My body strained to come…

But Maddox pulled away. He shook his head.

“Not until you say it, Sweets.”

God, that wasn’t fair! I was in
agony
. I reached
to soothe the ache between my legs. He batted my hand away, preventing me from
cheating.

“I’ll let you come once you’re honest with me again.”

“Please, Maddox.” I didn’t know what I begged for. I
hoped that it was just the orgasm and not an unspoken plea to deny what was in
my heart.

“I might take pity on you.” He stood and hooked his
fingers in his belt. The leather unfastened as he stared at me. “Think you can
convince me that you deserve it?”

The belt looped behind my neck. I froze, but he coiled
the ends around his hands. A little tug and I got the idea. I dropped off the
bed and knelt at his feet, belt holding me in place by my neck.

I stared at a bulge so big and thick it must have hurt.

“What do you want?” I panted through swollen lips.

“Surprise me, Sweets.”

Was it possible for my pussy to overheat? I clenched, wet
and unfulfilled and hot as an oven. I trembled and pulled his zipper down. The
belt tightened around the back of my neck, holding me close to his hips.

He took complete control of my body.

And somehow I still trusted him.

His jeans kicked off. I gasped. His cock bobbed thick,
angry, and already teased with a bead of cum on the tip. I had pleasured him
before,
many
times before, but never as a bribe to get my own release.

He thought he had the upper hand, but I’d never once
disappointed him with my tongue.

I held his thick shaft and teased him with a gentle lick
on the underside, only the base. He groaned as I tickled him to the throbbing
head. The belt tightened over my neck, but I still had control. 

I kissed the tip of his cock, and my tongue darted around
the head. Maddox swore. I gazed up at him, at his beautiful body that strained,
completely tensed. Every muscle bulged. Every tattoo darkened. His scars shone
in the low light. His forearms flexed as he tightened his hold on the belt
pulling me closer to him. I curled my hand around his leg for balance.

He shook. Maddox needed this as badly as I did.

And so I took him in my mouth.
Slowly
. Inch by
agonizing inch. He heated my tongue with his soft, velvet skin, stretched taut
over a cock with a worse reputation than the man who owned it. He was too big
for me to swallow, but Maddox never complained when I worked hard to pleasure
him with the few inches I could handle.

The belt suddenly tightened. The leather strained against
my neck and pulled me in. His cock thrust between my lips, and the thickness
nearly suffocated me. I squealed. Maddox looked down.

“Easy, Sweets. Let me feel you.”

The belt loosened, but his shaft hadn’t popped from my
mouth. Slowly, I accepted more and more, taking too much of his length down my
throat. The belt guided my head, but he didn’t force, only grunted with a feral
complement as he used my lips and tongue to please himself.

How did I ever take so much of this man inside me? I
savored the head, licked the sensitive underside, and let his belt completely
overwhelm me. He trapped me between his body and the leather, helpless as his
hips bucked and he took my mouth for his own.

“
Goddamn
, Josie.” The belt tightened. “You have no
idea how much I missed this.”

Except I did. I had missed him too.

So much.

I groaned, distracting him with a curl of my tongue as
his eyes closed. My body absolutely ached with a pained frustration, and my
little clit painfully pulsed. He wasn’t watching.

I could get away with a touch, just a little relief.

I teased between my legs, but I hardly played before
Maddox caught me.

“No, you don’t.” He pulled from my mouth. “Naughty
thing.”

I squealed as he tossed me onto the bed. His hand smacked
down on my behind, just loud enough to echo a punishing crack. Even that felt
good. Was I that desperate? Maddox hauled me over his body, forcing my head to
his cock. He pushed my legs open as I straddled over his waiting mouth.

“Need more attention?” He chuckled as my answer mumbled
over his cock. “Just gotta ask.”

I tried to shake my head, to deny him, but my mouth
stuffed full of his salty shaft. His lips curled again around my neglected
clit. It was too much. The heat. The delicate swirl of his tongue and the
deliberate attack of his lips against my folds and petals.

I shook as his finger prodded my entrance, plunging
inside.

My body tensed.

Ached.

Arched.

And he pulled completely away.

“
Maddox
.”

“Say it, Sweets.”

“But—”

His words broke with licks and laps of my slit, each
spoken syllable an opportunity for my body to tense even more.

“
You love me
. Say it. Let me hear it.”

Goddamn it. I bucked my hips. Got too close and only
ached more. He wanted me to confess it. I wouldn’t, but if I closed my eyes and
concentrated I could just nudge my slit against his lips—

His hand slapped my ass again. “No.”

Maddox tossed me from his body. I landed on my stomach
with a heavy sigh and agonizing groan. How could I be pained for something so
pleasurable? My chest fluttered, and my heart pounded so loudly he’d never hear
my admission over the frustrated beat.

It didn’t matter. He was just as close.

And I was in trouble.

I never denied this man so much before. I never
challenged him, never demanded anything beyond a simple smile. He pushed me
onto my hands and knees to stare at curves leading to a deliciously tormented
part of me.

He didn’t speak. Maddox crushed me from behind, grasping
my hips and slamming his cock into my pussy as though he feared he’d never
again find that perfect peace inside me.

But it wasn’t peace. This was war. I surrendered my body
as his cock pierced inside, stretching and taking all of me. I gasped. He
offered no moment of rest or preparation before the entirety of his bare shaft
conquered every inch of me.

And I was full. Complete. Absolutely stuffed with the
only man I ever wanted to feel so deep inside me. He was rough, but I didn’t
care how he took me. I had to force that huge, throbbing cock fill me until I
couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of
anything
but the man
I loved.

But this was different. Something changed in him. One arm
looped under my waist, forcing me to rise to my knees. His second arm cradled
my neck. He pinned me in place with an unyielding elbow.

Then he fucked me.

Rutted me.

Absolutely delighted me.

I clung to the arm around my throat. Each thrust of his
cock propelled me forward, nearly choking me against the muscle, tattoos, and
scars of his arm. He grunted with every powerful slam of his hips, and I had no
balance to protect myself from his demands. Maddox supported me and kept me
upright if only to take me harder.

Neither of us would last. I gasped, clawing at his arm as
every drive punished me with more and more pleasure and absolutely no way to
prevent the release.

It was too much. My core melted. My mind followed. My
body shattered like sugar candy and the rest of me turned sticky with sweet
sweat. Wetness poured from my slit, and the slapping of our bodies sounded
vulgar. I begged through the gasped breaths not lost as his grip tightened over
my neck.

“Maddox—” His name tumbled from my lips, stolen with
every sharp and punishing thrust of his cock. “
Please
.”

“Say it!”

Why was he torturing me?

Why not confront the truth?

I loved this man more than anything else in the world.
I’d damn the consequences and let him stay at my side. If Nolan threatened him,
I’d protect him. I’d keep Maddox safe because I couldn’t live without him
again.

His cock sliced through me. Once. Twice.

And I was gone.

“
Maddox
!” I gasped, hard, shuddering his name in a
panted whisper. “I love you!”

“Fuck, I love you too, Sweets.”

We rocked together, collapsing onto the bed as the weight
of our words and the pleasure of our touch might had shattered our bones and
minds. I twisted, fighting him, not knowing why. My body demanded more, and I
bucked and arched to fill myself with his punishing length.

He loved me.

God, that was better than any orgasm, even one that stole
my breath and rendered me into fragile shards of reason, sanity, and
responsibility. His heat flooded inside me, and I welcomed that feeling once
again—warm, safe, and loved.

Maddox whispered incoherent promises to protect me from
threats that had yet to come and vows we hadn’t murmured in a year. My
breathing shuddered, and I laid still, just holding onto a man more shadow than
real.

I shouldn’t have welcomed him back, but a life without
him wasn’t worth protecting.

If Nolan wanted to hurt him, he’d have to fight me first.

And I was sure I’d regret that challenge.

***

I woke in the middle of the night. I checked the time.
Groaned. I had work in the morning, and I wasn’t about to make a walk of shame
to my apartment after all eyes had been on me at the meeting.

I shifted from his arms. Maddox stirred, but he was
always a heavy sleeper. I cleaned up in the bathroom and tossed on my clothes
without waking him. At least no one would see me at two in the morning, despite
the thirteen missed calls from random townspeople after the meeting.

The voicemails kept me company during my walk home, but
the light cast by the phone was more of a comfort. Whether it was the darkness,
the stillness, or the paranoid prickle on my neck, something felt wrong about
my walk. I stilled on the steps before my apartment door.

The door wasn’t shut all the way.