Page 15 of Gilded Bird

Going to her, I cage her soft body in with my hard one, taking her hands from where they rinse dishes. I turn the water off, pulling her flush against me as I burrow my face into her neck. Her sweet floral scent hits my lungs and I sigh contently. Holding her again gives me such peace.

“Maddox, please don’t,” her voice breaks, her shoulders trembling.

“If this is you asking me not to care about you, it’s way too late for that, baby. If it’s you asking me not to be upset when you’re upset, too late. If you’re asking me not to want to take care of you or be there when you need someone, too bad. Do you have no clue how important you are to me?”

Mika softens, her body pressing back against mine, fitting the way it was made to. There is the softest sound, sadness, pain, and it cuts me wide open. Not just because she’s sad, but because it is not the first time I have heard this sound. How manytimes did her husband let her down? Forget an important date, or ignore her needs? How many nights did I lie in their guest bedroom, hearing this same sound, wanting to go to her?

“Maddox,” she whimpers, head falling back on my shoulder. “I have felt so alone for so long. I love my son and he got me through a lot of it, but…I never had anything for myself. Nothing of my own. I am afraid I never will.”

“Oh, baby, you have me,” I husk against her ear, panting a kiss on the spot behind it that makes her pulse skip. “I am all yours. More yours than I am anyone else’s, even Jameson’s. I would risk our deal, our friendship, anything to be with you. Don’t you know that?”

“Y-y-you can’t! He would hate us both. This is just…this has been so good, I have never felt so good. That does not mean it can continue.”

Flinching slightly at the dismissal, I shake my head. There is no way this is ending now. Not when we’re both happier than we’ve ever been. The people in our life who would judge us can get fucked. What we have is real and it’s rare. There is no way I am letting her go now that I have her.

“Nothing anyone else says or feels matters, Mika. Just the two of us. Can you tell me that you feel nothing for me? That nothing we’ve shared means enough that it is worth fighting for?”

“I-I…I don’t want to fight. Not with you or with Jameson.”

“When do you fight then, baby? Why won’t you fight for yourself? You never argued or asked for more. Never demanded what you deserved. Why? Do you not know how beautiful you are, how special and worthy? I would fight an army to have you, with my best friend leading the fight.”

“Maddox,” she whimpers, her shoulders trembling.

Bending my head, I brush my mouth over her pulse gently. My hands tighten on her waist, drawing her even closer to me.There is no space between us, and I hope she can feel how I need her. How my body craves her, how my heartbeat has changed for her, it beats for her alone.

Deciding to use whatever tricks I need to convince her, I move my mouth to that spot behind her ear. I kiss that sweet spot as my hands pull at the sides of her dress. It bunches at her hips, and I feel the warmth of her bare thighs on mine, the softness of her ass against my cock.

“You wore this for me, didn’t you? You know I love you in yellow,” I purr against her throat, sinking my teeth in until she moans.

“Y-yes, I did. I shouldn’t have. It’s wrong to tease you,” she husks.

“Oh, baby, you’ve been teasing me for years without knowing it.”

“No, I would never,” she whispers as her hips begin to twist, her plump ass rubbing against my pulsing shaft.

“You wouldn’t mean to, no. That bathing suit the first day I saw you on the beach. Fuck, I wanted to wrap you up and drag you to the nearest bed. At our graduation you wore a pretty pink dress, I could see every perfect curve, your tits, your perfect ass, these hips,” I growl at the memory, rocking my cock against her bare backside.

“You…you don’t mean that. You were just a boy.”

“Yeah, we agreed on that, didn’t we? I was not blind, Mika. I saw how beautiful you were, how hungry you grew for attention. For someone to look at you the way I do. As if you’re the only woman in the room.”

“Maddox,” she whimpers, her hands gripping the counter as mine slide down her thighs.

With her dress bunched, it makes it easy access to slide my hand between her thick thighs. I groan when I do and find she has no panties on. Without hesitation, I spread her folds withmy middle finger, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her little whimpers start, those sexy fucking sounds that drive me mad.

“Always so wet for me,” I husk, licking a path up her throat to whisper this to her ear. “Your body comes to life for me. No one else. Just me because I adore the way it deserves. I give it everything it needs. And I will give you everything you could ever want, baby,” I promise, kissing the shell of her ear gently.

My fingers pump into her, her hips rocking as she seeks her pleasure I flick my thumb back and forth on the swollen pearl of pleasure, driving her to the edge. Just when I feel her start to pulse on my fingers, I stop I kiss down her throat, across her shoulders, waiting for that little needy whine.

“Come on, baby, tell me you need it. Let me hear you say it.”

“Maddox, please,” she whimpers, that throaty rasp making my cock jerk in my jeans.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, pumping my fingers slowly again.

With my other hand, I circle her throat, pressing gently until her breath comes in jerky gasps. Her hips rock, her ass circling against my cock. I have half a mind to unzip and slip inside of her, but no. I can’t risk my best friend finding me balls deep in his mother.

“Come on, baby,” I coo, licking the teeth marks I left on the curve of her throat. “Come for me, we both know how badly you need it. Come apart for me and show me how bad you need me. My hands, my mouth, my cock, all of me. You need it and it’s all yours if you want it.”