When my fingers dip lower, finding her slick and wanting, she begins to beg and try desperately to push my head lower. “Maddox, please.”
I chuckle at her pleas, loving the sounds she makes. She’s so fucking insatiable,and I love it. “Please, what?”
“Please make me feel good.”
I would never deny a woman begging. Not this one anyway. When she comes all over my face, I look up with a wide grin. “Ça c’est bon.” I slant my mouth over hers with vigor.
“You know,” she giggles when I pull away. “Your accent was barely noticeable when you first got here. Now—”
“I sound like I was born on the bayou,” I huff out a laugh. “It tends to happen the longer I’m down here. Takes me months to shake it when I get back to New York.”
“Mmm.” The change in her tone, look in her eyes, is immediate, and happens every time I mention New York.
She has no idea that when I go back, I plan on taking her with me, and I’m not above kidnapping.
But I won’t say it. I won’t even bring it up because I don’t know that I won’t fuck all this up today.
I kiss her quickly as I turn off the water. “Stop thinking so much,” I order. “I do enough of that for everyone.”
She releases a sigh with a small grin. She shakes her head as she walks out of the oversized shower. I slap her ass hard, earning a coy smile. “One day, Bastian and Verity are going to kick us out for making so much noise.”
“Nah. These rooms are all soundproofed,” I inform her as I grab a towel from the hook.
“How do you know that?” Her eyes are wide at the revelation, and I’m reminded how little she knows. Even about her own family. It makes my stomach clench, but at the same time, there’s no reason for her to know.
“First, I’m a musician, so I recognize it. Second, I know Bastian. He and Verity probably did it for everyone else’s benefit more than their own.” I waggle my brows at her suggestively.
“Ooh,” she responds, turning bright red.
“Damn, you’re so fucking cute.”
“I’m not an innocent, naïve little girl,” she huffs.
“No. You’re definitely not,” I say as my eyes rove her wet, naked body. “But it’s cute how hard you blush at the mention of sex after the things I’ve done to you.”
The flush spreads across her cheek up to her hairline, and I laugh.
An hour later,she is out the door, and I am in search of something to do. Anything to kill time while I wait for the next several hours to pass.
I find myself staring at the solid oak door I haven’t entered in years. It mocks and taunts me, daring me to push it open, to take those first steps inside.
I’m just about to turn around, still not ready to face the other side whenit swings open. I take in my beautiful little sister that I haven’t seen since the last time the band played in River City.
“Maddox,” she squeals as she launches herself into my arms.
I set her to her feet, brushing the dark blond locks from her face. Gripping each side of her face, I kiss her forehead with a smile. “What are you doing here?” She's supposed to be in North Carolina finishing out her masters’ degree.
Her smile drops, bright blue eyes fillwith tears, and I know Dad told her. “I couldn’t stay away, Madsy. He hasn’t always been the greatest dad, but he tried.”
“It’s okay, Cal. You don’t have to explain. Is he here?”
She nods as she wipes away the tears. “He’s in his office,” she chuckles. “Wouldn’t expect him to be anywhere else, would we? He’s been hoping you’d come.”
“I don’t think it’s a great idea, Cal. I—I just don’t see—” I shake my head, no idea how to finish the sentence.
“I know, Maddox, but he’s trying to make amends.”
I don’t argue with her. I let her drag me into the house that feels more like a mausoleum than home. “Daddy,” she calls out, “you have a visitor. Please, Maddox, just try.”
