Page 36 of Finding Fate
The line to the club is still wrapped around the building. I told Konnor to give us like thirty minutes and then we could all go chill out at home. I press the button on the keyless entry, unlocking Konnor’s Tahoe, and quickly open the back door, letting Maddox enter first since he’s bigger. I’m kind of excited that the windows are tinted dark, just like everything else on this vehicle that is black. This is better than that car he used to drive, roomier, and definitely more masculine.
Maddox steps up, giving me a nice view of his ass being hugged in a pair of black slacks. I slap the firm muscle, hurrying him along, and then get in behind him and shut the door, locking it from the inside with the remote. “All the way back, boy,” I tell him when he tries to sit in the captain seat in the middle.
He does a little spin thing and sits in the middle of the third-row seat, leaning back as far as the seat will allow. I stand between the captain seats, removing my heels as he stares me down, rubbing his palms up and down his thighs. “Have I told you how hot you are?”
I smile. Yep, he’s good and ready for me. Sex is so much hotter when he’s been drinking. He doesn’t think much or feel guilty that we’re not doing it fucking missionary or a position very similar to it, or get too serious. Alcohol works as a mental block for him. He goes into alpha mode and lets the sexual animal he hides go. He’s the kind of guy that likes it dirty but then feels bad about it. I am always going to be his channel. Just because you like hot sex doesn’t mean you’re going to Hell. “Maybe a time or two, but you can tell me again.”
I move to the back and drop to my knees between his feet, already working at his pants. He stops me. “Gab, you don’t have to do that.”
I stand and bend over, grabbing his semi-hard dick in my hand over his pants, making him jerk, and then I start to rub, enjoying every second his breathing gets heavier and out of rhythm while his dick hardens. “Why not? It was okay for all those sluts you liked to do it. Do I suck at it? Am I too perfect in your eyes to have a dick in my mouth? You think I only deserve the sweet sex unless I egg you on with a guy while the whores got your bad side? Go ahead, tell me.” His jaw clenches and his eyes never leave mine. “Awe, poor baby. Cat got your tongue?”
His chest is heaving. He’s getting angry. Good. This is how we get places. I push him. When someone has deep feelings for you, you have the upper hand on them more times than not, because they love you too much to walk away when you piss them off. He does over me too. We love each other. That’s just the way it is. “No one has done that to me but you.”
My head pulls back. “Well, well, well. The plot thickens, and my is it juicy.” Something he said the first night we were back together at his house dawns on me.I’ve barely done that with anyone.“How many cunts have you licked aside from mine?”
“I’m not talking about other girls with you.”
My eyes hone in on his. “I asked you a fucking question.”
“One.” I rip at his fly, the button pulling loose from the fabric instead of slipping through the slit, and the zipper is forced down. “Shit.”
“Who was the lucky one?”
His expression changes from anger to something much softer. “Gab, please.”
“One thing has always stood true with us, Maddox—we have no secrets. Regardless of how much it hurts, we’ve always just come out with it, so tell me, baby, whose pussy was special enough to lick that you couldn’t do it with anyone else?”
“Gab,” he whispers, “please drop it. I’m begging you.”
I roll my eyes and grip his chin, and I smirk. “Scared I’m gonna give you back your ring? Or beat her ass?”
“Baby, I’m sorry. He told me to. My head was fucked up over you.”
It finally clicks, and fuck if I can’t help but smile. The asshole makes me proud, because I remember everything she said when it came out.He said you used to have blonde hair.“You pretended it was me, didn’t you?”
His green eyes darken, and with one look I know he doesn’t want to admit it. “We both have issues. We used each other, yet also helped each other. No one would understand. Not even Riggan understands our friendship.”
The smile is only growing. “So I didn’t fuck anyone else and you didn’t do oral . . . We are a fucked-up pair, aren’t we?”
“I didn’t get with girls because I liked it. I did it to get by. Sometimes I went months without it. Sex was something I had done before you. The rest are things I did for the first time with you.”
The second I press my lips to his he relaxes. My hand lowers to the front of his button-down shirt, I fist it, and start working it out of his pants. “You’ve missed having your dick sucked, haven’t you?”
He rubs his palm up the back of my thigh. He’s slowly coming back. “Yes.”
I pull his dick out, my hand stroking up and down the long, hard length. “Ask me to suck your dick.”
He fists the tiny string that runs across my lower back and makes a T over my ass crack. “I don’t want to. I can suck you.”
Such a selfless lover. Too bad I like making him feel good. “If you want to lick me, stick me, suck me, fuck me, and come in me, you’ll ask me.” He stares at me; so hard in my hand. “I want to suck it. My mouth is watering. Ask me.”
He closes his eyes, letting the shame wash over him. “Will you suck my dick?”
“No. Open your eyes.” They meet mine. “Have we ever been wrong?”
“No.”
“Then ask me. You asked me to be your wife. A wife’s job is to please her husband. It’s not wrong. It’s no different than the way you like to please me.”