Page 82 of Save Me

So, despite my better judgment, I take a step to follow him.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

OH MY FREAKING HECK. I SUCKED MADDOX OFF. Not only that, BUT HE’S SITTING ON MY BED. NAKED.

Well, not naked. Even better, he’s all wet and covered in my towel. My towel. Covering that perfect dick and balls. I want to go again. Again and again and—no wait! I want to scream from the rooftops. No, I want to dance on them naked! Naked with Maddox. Maddox and his perfect dick. His perfect dick and his sweet, kind heart, and fudge he trusted me⁠—

I blink back into reality when Princess scrambles–loudly and unsuccessfully–up the side of the bed. I always have to help him up; the poor man’s belly always gets caught on the lip of the bed and sends him in a stiff-armed fall off the bed, much like those Jesus statues.

But before Princess can fall this time, Maddox is there, scooping him up and placing him safely on the bed between us. I swear I’ve never met a more perfect man. Hurt, yes. Traumatized? Absolutely. But perfect.

Maddox’s gaze shifts to the door, and I wonder if he’s thinking about leaving? Surely not, ‘cause in my mind we’re cuddling naked the rest of the night and talking about our deepest darkest secrets.

“So, what’s your deepest darkest secret?” I lay back, clasping my hands behind my head. It makes the towel fall open, but I don’t care. Maddox can see all of me; I’m his.

Maddox gives me a slightly terrified look, and I laugh. “I’m kidding.”

I’m not.

“I’ll take your second deepest, half-dark secret.” I raise my eyebrows. “Like, did you ever steal something as a kid?”

I see the softening of Maddox’s expression. It’s incremental, but that line between his eyes looks less deep.

“That’s the worst you can think of?” he asks. “Stealing?”

“Well, I did say your gray secrets, but we all know your darkest secret is that you prefer chicken.” I shudder.

“I don’t prefer it, I said everything tastes like it.”

“Oh, riiiight, like human.” My tone is mocking, but I make sure to cock an eyebrow so Maddox knows I’m joking.

Maddox chuckles now, settling back into the headboard, albeit stiffly. Still, my heart practically sings. I can feel it trying to flutter its way right out of my chest.

Princess, who was curled up between us, now gives an impatient huff that we’ve moved. He gets up, stretches, and stalks right to Maddox’s lap, where he plops himself down.

Maddox raises an eyebrow. Princess tucks his head into his tail and closes his eyes.

“Guess I can’t move now,” Maddox states.

It takes everything I have not to let the evil smirk show on my face. Atta boy, Princess. You’ll get the finest steaks in the land. The overwhelming affection I feel for Princess right now rushes through my body like sparklers.

“Well, you never told me yours.”

I glance up at Maddox. He just cocks his head. “Your deepest darkest secret.”

I suck in a breath. “I can’t believe you’re asking me about the time I shit my pants in a McDonald’s.”

“No you didn’t.” Maddox tries to smother an emotion, but I see the slightest shadow in his dimples. The prettiest dimples I’ve ever seen.

“Listen, sometimes the food gets to you, man, and when nature calls, you answer.”

Maddox shakes his head.

I laugh. “C’mon, don’t tell me you haven’t shit your pants.”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“No way!” I bounce up, but Princess flicks his ear, so I stop. “I mean, seriously, everyone has.”