Recklessly, Wildly Yours (Only Yours Book 3), page 16
I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head, discarding it on the floor. “You don’t want me to be able to walk tomorrow?”
The look in his eyes at that question is pure hunger. Dipping his mouth to the side of my neck, he kisses me, his teeth lightly nipping. “I’d fucking love for you to not be able to walk tomorrow,” he growls. “I’d keep you right here and demand more of that filthy mouth of yours.”
His growly voice tips me over the edge. Not that I knew I was close to it, but now I’m falling so hard and all I can think about is how much I want him inside me.
My hands make quick work of his belt, the button on his jeans, his zipper. Then, I’m pushing his jeans down, his boxers down, and reaching for his dick.
“Fuck,” he groans as I stroke his cock and reach for his balls. He thrusts into my hand and groans again before crashing his mouth down onto mine.
When he ends the kiss, he looks at me, his eyes hooded. “Less than a week, Miller.” He kisses me again, roughly, his lips telling me how desired I am, and god, I want him to kiss me and touch me like this forever. He bites my bottom lip before saying, “That’s how long it took for me to lose my mind over you.”
I stare up at him, falling, falling, falling. Letting go of his dick, I bring my hands to his chest so I can push him up and force him onto his back. I’m fast, desperate, and he allows me to take charge, the heat in his eyes intensifying with my every move.
Straddling him, I put a hand to his neck, gripping him possessively. I want this man in ways I’ve never wanted a man. “How?” I breathe while my body floods with so many sensations and feelings.
He takes hold of my hip with one hand, a breast with the other, and I feel his raw need in the rough way he handles me. “How did I lose my mind so fast?”
I bend my face closer to his while rubbing my pussy against his cock. “No, how did we both do that?”
“Fuck,” he growls as I grind on him. “I think it was those granny undies that did it.”
“What?” I laugh and I love that he can make me do that during sex.
He gives me a sexy smirk. “Trust me, you look hot as fuck in them. But now that I think of it, it could have been the moment when you faceplanted in my crotch that did it for me.” His smirk now looks like pure filth across his face.
I kiss that smirk right off his face before saying, “Your mind is a dirty place to live, isn’t it?”
He grabs my neck, all rough manhandling in a way I think I may start living for. “It’s nowhere near as dirty as your mouth, baby.”
And just like that, with a term of endearment I’ve never really liked, but now am all about because it feels like a claim, I’m drowning in him.
I let him pull my face to his so he can kiss me.
I let him take all the time with that kiss.
I let him touch me everywhere.
But then, then, when I’m desperate to be in charge again, desperate for him to look at me with raw hunger, I drag my mouth from his and make my way down his body. I kiss every inch of his skin, tasting him as I go, loving the way his muscles react to my touch. And when I reach his cock, I settle myself between his legs and meet his gaze while sucking him into my mouth.
The guttural sound he makes scorches its way to my core. It’s a sound I know I’d do anything to hear every day.
His hand comes to my head, his fingers threading into my hair. “Fuck, you feel good,” he rasps.
My eyes hold his as I take him out of my mouth and lick the length of him. Swirling my tongue over his crown, I say, “I want you to fuck me hard and fast the first time.”
His eyes flash with fire and he thrusts his hips up, pushing his dick against my lips. “And the second time?” he demands. “How do you want it then?”
I open my mouth to let him in, taking him deep, and massaging his balls while sucking and licking my tongue along the length of him in a way I know he likes. “I want to ride you cowgirl style.” I suck him back in for another round of the same. “I want to be in control while I grind on you.” I take him back into my mouth, but this time, I lick his tip after, circling it over and over, oh so slowly, loving the way he’s losing himself to the pleasure. “I want you to stare at my tits while I fuck you.”
“Fuck,” he surges up, “You’ve got a mouth on you that I really fucking love.” He grips under my arms and pulls me up so he can reposition me on the bed under him. Then, he bends over the edge of the bed so he can locate his jeans, his wallet, a condom. Once he’s got it on, he looks down between us, lines his cock up with my pussy, and thrusts inside me, and fuck, he’s so fucking big that I forget how to breathe for a moment.
“I’m giving you what you want, Maddie.” He pulls out and slams back in, hitting me right where I need him to. “This is going to be fast.”
I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around him. “Good.” I barely manage to speak with the way he’s fucking me, and all I can do is hold on tight and take every thrust.
Ethan makes good on his promise. He pounds into me, and since I’m so turned on and desperate for him, it doesn’t take long for me to come. He orgasms right after me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his release. His hips jerk, once, twice, three times. My nails dig into his back. And my inner muscles clench around him as I take all he has to give.
He collapses on top of me, his weight everything I want, his breath hot against my neck. For a moment, we just lie there, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing in tandem.
Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyes hazy with satisfaction. “It’s gonna be a long night.” His voice is a rough, sexy rumble that would be my absolute downfall if he always spoke like that.
I put my hands to his abs. “I need to eat something first.”
“You haven’t eaten yet?” His sexy rumble has disappeared. In its place is a serious tone that says he’s moved onto thinking about feeding me.
“No.”
“Okay, let’s get you some food.” He disposes of the condom in the bathroom before coming back and putting his jeans on. “What do you feel like?”
“A hot chicken sandwich with fries.” I leave the bed and move into him so I can have another kiss. “And if you wanna judge me for eating all that grease, I don’t want to hear it.” God knows, I never heard the end of it from Tucker whenever I devoured fried chicken.
He rests his hand on my ass. “I’ll never judge you for anything you eat, Miller.” He glides his hand over my butt, feeling every curve, and asks, “Where do you want me to go to get it?”
“Nowhere. The hotel makes a good one.” I press myself into him, enjoying the sound of approval he makes as I rub against him. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Black, so that means you have to choose your dinner from the hotel menu too, and I’m not even a little bit sorry if they don’t have anything you like.”
He grins as he squeezes my ass in the very best way. “It’s a good thing I’ve already eaten since you seem more than happy to let me starve.”
I reach for his neck and pull his mouth down to mine for a kiss before saying, “I’d never let you starve. You can eat me anytime you want.”
“Jesus,” he growls. “You’re fucking filthy.” Then, with a smack to my ass, he lets me go. “Put your clothes back on while I order your dinner. After you’ve eaten, I’m going to sit on that sofa in the living room and enjoy the hell out of you taking them all off for me.”
21
Ethan
Friday morning arrives far too quickly, and with it, brings a new side to Madeline that I’ve not seen yet. She’s wired over the meeting that’s taking place today between Hayden and her manager. Not in an anxious way, but rather there’s a hum of anticipation about her. There’s also a bold glint in her eyes that I fucking love. Last night, she told me she’s not looking forward to today because she’s concerned about the repercussions. However, I can see that while she’s uncertain about what will happen, she’s ready for it. She’s ready to have the freedom to move on.
Her alarm woke us at seven a.m. after only five hours sleep, and once I had my taste of her pussy, we fucked in the shower. Afterward, we ate a quick breakfast in her suite and then I came downstairs to the hotel lobby to find a quiet spot to do some work. Hayden wants to talk with Maddie here at the hotel before he leaves for his meeting and I wanted to give her some time alone to mentally prepare for his arrival.
Troy, my assistant, has sent me a list of admin tasks he needs my input on, and I’m knee deep in them when my brother interrupts my focus.
He sits across from me, placing his briefcase on the ground. “I didn’t expect to see you here today.”
I glance up and find him studying me. Of all my brothers, Hayden’s the one who manages us, ensuring no harm comes to anyone. He’s the one who pays attention to all the details and sees things others don’t. It’s why he’s one of the top lawyers in New York; nothing gets past him. “You’re trying to figure out what Madeline means to me.”
“No. I’ve already figured that out.”
I sit back. “What is it then?”
“I’m thinking about how relaxed you seem. Compared to before you left for Europe.”
“I was a mess when I left. Anything would seem relaxed compared.”
“Well, you could have come home in the same mess.” He wears no smile and his voice is tight.
“You’re pissed off. Why?”
“I’m not pissed off. I’m just working through my frustration with you.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze intense with emotion. “I was worried about you, Ethan. Dad found you in a state, coked-up and fucked up over Samantha, and you took off before we had a chance to get you through that. I understood why you needed to go away, but you shut us out. You didn’t let us help you.” His voice is thick with the same emotion that blazes in his eyes, which is highly unusual for Hayden. Out of all my brothers, he’s the one who keeps his feelings locked up tight. “I swear, if you ever pull that shit again, I’ll hunt you down myself and drag you home, kicking and fucking screaming if I have to.”
He has every right to say all of this to me. I did shut my family out when Samantha betrayed me. I did lose myself in drugs and booze for a while. And I did refuse all the help they offered. I was an asshole and there’s nothing I regret more in my life than the way I treated them over the last fifteen months.
“I’m sorry,” I say and I’ve never meant it more. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have shut you out.”
He watches me for another few moments before settling back against his seat, satisfied with that part of our conversation. “So, Madeline. Her ex is a piece of work. And her manager is even worse. How is she?”
“She’s holding up.”
“But?”
I release a breath, angry now that I’m thinking about those assholes. “No but. She’s stronger than I think she realizes.”
He nods slowly, thinking. “Good. She’s going to need that strength today. It’s going to get nasty with her manager.”
There’s something in his tone. “What doesn’t she know here?”
He picks his briefcase up and stands. “Let’s go up to her. I think she should be the first to hear what I have to say.”
Ten minutes later, after he meets Maddie and they chat for a bit, he turns serious and, after we all sit, says, “The contract you signed with Darren is a shitshow. And that’s being generous. But my job is to get the best outcome for you here and that’s what I’m going to do.”
It’s unlike Hayden to speak so plainly with anyone but his family and friends.
Maddie takes a deep breath and holds her composure. “Okay.”
Hayden details the appallingly high percentage Madeline’s lawyer allowed her to agree to when she signed the contract with Darren, as well as the termination clauses that aren’t in her interest, including a hefty penalty for early termination. He then goes on to tell her all the ways Tucker and Darren have screwed her over with poor royalties for the songs she collaborated on with Tucker, in particular the sync royalties for a song of theirs that was used in a movie. Rather than the same royalty split, Tucker took seventy percent, and since the movie was one of the highest grossing movies of the last decade, the income she’s missing out on is significant.
Maddie doesn’t crumble in the way I think many people would when given bad news like this. Instead, she sits tall and says, “Right, so that’s where we are. How do we get from here to where I want to be?”
Hayden looks at her with respect. “Good question. The answer relies on my determination of a few things first.”
“What things?” Maddie asks like she expects this question to be easy to answer. The way Hayden takes a moment to reply, and the way he doesn’t rush his words, tells me this isn’t going to be the case. In fact, he appears quite hesitant about it all.
“You have a few options,” he starts with. “This exercise could cost you millions if you just want to pay the penalty to terminate, or you could choose legal action to challenge the contract in court, which would likely be lengthy and expensive . . . or it could cost you a lot less. It just depends on how aggressively you want me to negotiate on your behalf.”
Maddie appears confused. “Well, I guess I just assumed you’d be as aggressive as needed. Am I wrong?”
Fuck, I know where he’s going with this and what it tells me is that he really does understand that I have strong feelings for Maddie. He wouldn’t be about to offer what he is if he thought she was just casual sex to me.
“You’re not wrong,” Hayden says. “But there are varying levels of aggressive.” He pauses before finally revealing his cards. “It’s come to my attention that Darren and Tucker are heavily into illegal gambling. They’ve made a lot of money from it that they’ve funneled into offshore accounts. I imagine Darren would be amenable to terminating his contract with you if I were to mention this, and that we could negotiate a better contract with Tucker for your royalties.”
Maddie stares at him, stunned. “You want to blackmail them?”
Hayden holds her stare without so much as a blink. I’ve watched many people underestimate my brother over the years simply because he’s a nice guy. The thing is, underneath that niceness is a ruthless and calculating lawyer who doesn’t hesitate to act when the situation calls for it. Most people think Gage is the Black brother not to be fucked with, but I know better. Hayden is the one not to be crossed. And when it comes to his family, and by extension, the people his family care about, he will do whatever it takes to help them when they’re crossed.
He doesn’t answer her question. All he says is, “It’s your call, Madeline.”
Hayden would never make this offer to a client, only to family, and I communicate my gratitude to him with a nod when he glances at me while Maddie thinks about what he’s said.
“I need a minute,” she says before leaving us to go into the bedroom.
When the door closes behind her and a second later she commences screaming, my lips pull up in a grin. And when Hayden looks at me with an arch of his brows, I shrug and say, “I guess she’s got feelings about this.”
A couple of minutes later, she yanks the bedroom door open, strides back out into the living room, and with fierceness that I’ve sensed in her from the day I met her, she says, “I want you to go in guns fucking blazing.”
When she shifts her gaze from Hayden to me, still fierce, but also now a little the fuck am I doing, I nod my support for her choice.
Hayden’s phone rings and after glancing at it, he says, “It’s my assistant. I won’t be a minute.” With that, he leaves us to step outside and take the call.
As the door closes behind him, I close the distance between Maddie and me, and pull her in close. “You okay?”
She grips my shirt as she inhales a long, steadying breath. “Yes.”
“But?”
“But I want to kill Tucker.” Her eyes widen. “Like, for real. Fuck screaming, I’m ready to get a shotgun.”
“Well, he is the dickiest dick of all dicks, after all. He probably deserves death.”
Her eyes remain wide for a moment longer before her lips kick up slightly, and amusement creeps into those beautiful eyes I think I may never want to stop staring into. Her grip tightens on my shirt and I feel the tug as she tries to drag me closer even though that’s impossible. “I like that you do that,” she says softly.
“Do what?”
“You calm me down without telling me to calm down. But I know you’d listen to me if I needed to talk it out. And you’d be serious if I wanted that.” Her smile is as soft as she is right now. “I don’t know what magic you weave, but it works and I appreciate it.”
My phone rings in my pocket and I ignore it because I don’t want this moment to be broken.
After it stops ringing and starts again almost immediately, Maddie lets me go, pulls my phone from my pocket, and presses it to my chest. “Because I know you like to ignore your phone,” she says at the arch of my brows. Then, pushing up onto her toes, she brushes her lips over mine. “Take the call. I’m going to finish getting ready.”
I watch her as I put the phone to my ear. “What’s up?” I checked caller ID, so I know it’s Gage.
“I couldn’t get through to Hayden. Can you let him know I’m running about ten minutes late?”
I frown. “Late for what? He’s here in Nashville with me.”
“I’m late for my meeting with Madeline’s manager.”
My brain connects the pieces of the puzzle. “Hayden got the gambling info from you . . . and you’re the one who’ll ensure the manager agrees to whatever Hayden wants from him.” This makes sense. Hayden doesn’t deal in dirty work like this. Not when his job demands he remains clean. But Gage . . . Gage is the keeper of secrets and is more than happy to get his hands dirty when needed.
