Page 115 of Madden
Chapter Thirty-Two
Brielle ~ Four Weeks Later
“You do realize we can’t stay in here all day, right?”
We pulled into some town in Iowa late last night. They don’t have to be at the venue for a few more hours, and Madden’s dead set on spending every last second we have this morning in bed.
“Like hell we can’t,” Madden mutters. Rolling over on top of me, he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
I giggle, attempting to push him away, but it’s impossible with the weight of his large frame on top of me.
It wasn’t long after we got back together the news broke about our relationship, connecting me to the mystery woman a few months back. Rumors started online, speculating who I was and how long we’ve been together before the pieces fell into place and my true identity came out.
Soon, Sawyer called me into her office, and my father was on the phone asking questions. Especially when he found out I was heading out on tour with them, quitting my job and apartment in the city behind.
It didn’t matter anymore, though. I wasn’t hiding behind secrets, and I wasn’t going to hold back from letting the world know we were together or how much I loved him.
Clive stood by his word, reaching out to their PR team before running the story. All I asked was that he held up his end of the deal. We both know if he didn’t, I had the connections and resources to send his world into a tailspin.
As rocky as it was early on, especially with the guys questioning our relationship, they seemed to put it to rest after finding out the truth behind my conversation with Clive. Any doubts that lingered were put to rest when Madden told them I was leaving my career with Limelight.
“You think I haven’t watched every single one of them disappear on me, especially early on in their relationships? I’ve been the last one in the group to find someone, so I’ve been waiting for my time to drag my woman away and tell them to fuck off.”
The low rumble of his laughter vibrates against me, his facial hair brushing over my skin, and I shudder, trying to get away from him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pins my arms to the mattress, rubbing his face over mine until I yelp and beg for him to stop.
“Fine, fine. You win, okay?” I yelp, out of breath.
“I win.” He wags his brows, leaning over me. “What do I win exactly?”
He drags his finger over my lips and down my chest, tugging on my lace top to reveal my breasts.
“What do you want?” I quirk my brow.
A salacious smile curves the edge of his mouth. I know that look. Whatever he has on his mind looks like trouble in only the best way.
He reaches for my hand and hauls me up with him, gripping my chin between his fingers as he kisses me hard.
He moans against my mouth. I open mine, swiping my tongue over his lips, silently begging for more.
“Lift your arms for me,” he mutters, and I obey his orders.
He clenches his jaw, dragging his gaze down my body. He sucks his thumb into his mouth and brushes it over my nipple, causing it to harden.
I watch him intently as he slips off the bed, yanking my panties with him before he climbs off the bed, shedding his shirt and shorts in one fell swoop.
He wraps his large hand around his length, and the sight of him does crazy things to my insides.
“Open your legs,” he grunts, and I do.
The heat in his stare, mixed with the sight of him jerking off, causes my body to warm. I know without looking that my cheeks are on fire.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, tracing my hand over my stomach down to my pussy.
His nostrils flare when I brush my finger over my clit. A low growl vibrates around the room when I roll my eyes closed.
“I want you in every fuckin’ way I can have you.”