Page 34 of Madden

"You don't need to thank me. I did that for you because I want to. I like you a lot, Bec. I care about you in a way that I wasn't sure I would be able after my parents' fucked with my head," he says the words with a look of wonder on his face.

I'm beginning to care about him a lot too. "We're both trying to heal from the wounds of our childhoods, and what better way than to do that with each other?"

He tucks his face into my neck. "We can make the life we've always wanted to have. The dreams we've always been scared to imagine. They can be ours, Bec."

For the first time, I'm willing to believe it. Lifting my head up, I gaze down at him. "It can be." My eyes take in his entire body, running over his chest. The smile across my face falters slightly because I recognize something. The tattoo marking the upper part, going from one end of his collarbone to the other. I've seen it before, and the nipple ring. "Holy fucking shit, are you MadDog?" I gasp, my face flooding with heat.

He pushes up so that we're sitting against the back of the couch. "What would you say if I said I am?"

I'm speechless. I never imagined I would meet the person I've been lusting after for the past few months. "I would be amazed, and slightly giddy for a few minutes, and then I'd say are you fucking serious?"

He buries his face in his hands. "I never expected anyone in town to recognize me. I've made it a point to constantly keep mychest covered. You're the first person who's seen me without one on. Do you hate me?"

"No..." I shake my head, before a laugh bubbling up in my throat. "Oh my God, Madden. You're like internet famous."

"In a very small niche of the internet," he argues. "I won't do it anymore if you don't want me to. I've been doing it to save up money for a house, and I have enough for a down payment. I'm just trying to decide where I want to purchase. I don't have to keep doing it," he rushes, covering his mouth with his hand. "I never meant for anyone to know it was me."

Reaching out, I grab hold of him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Madden, it's okay. If you enjoy doing it, go ahead. The comments crack me up." Then something hits me. "Oh my God! Ruby has been commenting so much on them. What if Caleb finds out?"

"Exactly." He groans. "He's going to kick my ass, and heaven forbid Chief Harrison find out. He'll have my ass. I'm scared, honestly."

"You'll be fine," I laugh.

"You're laughing at my fear. I don't know if I like it." He reaches out, grabbing me around the waist.

He hauls me over to him, causing me to straddle his hips. When my eyes meet his, gone is the laughing from either of us. We're serious as can be. Madden shoves a hand through my hair, pressing his palm to the back of my head, and pulling my mouth to his. Tilting my head to the side, he takes my mouth with his, and blows my fucking mind.

The kiss he gives me knocks me off my feet. I haven't allowed myself to be swept away like this in way too long. The drought has gone on much longer than I should've allowed it to. Between my thighs, his cock is making itself known against my heat.

When he pulls away, his hooded eyes are dark with passion. "Can I ask you a question?" He licks his lips.

"You can ask me anything."

A look of arrogance flashes across his face. "When you watch my videos, and I'm on my knees simulating sex, do you ever wonder what it feels like?"

Holy. Shit. This man is going to be too much for me. I've never lied to him though, and I'm not about to start now. "Yes, yes I imagine it. You're so slick the way you thrust your hips, and sometimes if I look close enough, I'm pretty sure you're barely hiding a hard on."

He reaches up, grabbing my jaw with his hand. "It's because I'm thinking about you. It's always been because I'm thinking about you."

I smash my lips into his, taking the kiss I want, grinding down on his erection. His free hand travels up my thigh, moving around to my ass, before skating up and under my shirt. His palm is warm against my back as it wanders up toward the latch of my bra. Those clever fingers of his unhook the latch without having to look. Pulling my mouth back, the edge of my lips lift. "You've had a lot of experience with that, haven't you?"

He chuckles. "Believe it or not, I have. Not the way you think, though. I was one of those guys who borrowed a bra from his girl best friend, put it around a pillow, and then practiced taking it off without having to look."

I laugh, throwing my head back. "You've been slick since the beginning, haven't you?"

Leaning forward, he buries his lips against my throat. "Why don't you let me get up under this shirt and then tell me what you think?" He smears his mouth down my neck until he encounters the collar of my t-shirt. "Fuck this thing," he growls.

I want it off of my body as much as he does, but I'm terrified Mick will come in here because he needs something. "Can we take this to a place that's more private?"

Grunting, he grasps my hips, before moving his hands back to my ass, hanging on tight. Then he stands, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His biceps bulge as he carries me, and I'm close to swooning like the women in the books I read.

"This is one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me." I giggle, biting my lip. "No one has ever picked me up and carried me to bed, to fuck me. This is a definite check mark on my bucket list."

When we get to his bedroom, he pushes the door shut with his foot. "Do you want me to lock it? Will Mick knock before he barges in? I don't want him to see something he's not prepared to see."

I'm not either, and this is the first time I'm having sex since Mick came to live with me. "I don't know. I think we should lock it. We can make sure it's unlocked before we go to sleep." Hopefully, that's a good compromise.

"Whatever you're comfortable with."