Maddox (The Italian Cartel Book 5)

by Shandi Boyes

  Demi smiles in a way I’ll never forget. “No. It was perfect.”

  When her twinkling eyes lower to the monster dick in my sleeping pants, I give it a hard squeeze, begging for him to calm down. I already took it one step too far tonight. I can’t take another. Not only would I be lectured by my parents for the next six years, I’m reasonably sure my siblings would teach me a lesson with their fists.

  I can hold my own, but it’s always harder when it’s four against one.

  Glen learned that the hard way.

  Once I have the smears of arousal cleared from Demi’s wickedly sexy pussy, I nudge my head to the bathroom. “Do you want to shower before you sleep? Or are you good to wait until daylight hours to scrub my aftershave from your skin?”

  “Shower?” Demi asks, clearly confused. “I thought we were going to… you know.”

  Fuck me, this woman is adorable when she’s nervous. Not even her battered face can detract from that. She’s pure fucking dynamite. Small yet explosive, and oh-so-fucking sexy.

  After wiping the hope from my tone, I reply, “You thought we were gonna fuck?”

  I’m a prick for smiling when she bobs her head, but I can’t help it. It’s either smile or bang my chest like a neanderthal. I went for the one that wouldn’t make me look like a dickhead.

  The worry in Demi’s eyes clears away when I say, “I wasn’t lying when I said I can’t multitask. The whole time I was kissing your pussy, I was thinking about how it tastes as sweet as your mouth, so what will happen when I stuff my cock inside of you…” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “I’ll be thinking about the time my mouth was on your pussy. I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet. The first time I put my dick inside of you, his undivided attention needs to be on the task at hand. I don’t want to do a Flint.”

  “Or a Ramsey,” Demi gabbles out with a giggle.

  “Who?” I ask, certain she didn’t just mention another man’s name after riding my face like a carousel at the fair—over and over again.

  Conscious the snip of anger in my tone isn’t in malice, she drags her teeth over her kiss- swollen lips before saying, “Robert Flint came in his pants. Luke Ramsey came while removing his cock from his pants.”

  I angle my head to the side before arching a brow. “You did it twice?”

  When she nods, gone is the sheepish woman who slowly climbed up my body to straddle my face, replaced with a woman who looks like she eats men for breakfast.

  “That makes you proud, doesn’t it? You fuckin’ love that you have men making a mess in their pants from doing something as simple as looking at your sinfully sexy face.” I say my comment as if the face peering back at me isn’t messed-up compliments to a man’s hand.

  Please note, I use the term ‘man’ loosely anytime I’m referencing Col Petretti.

  “It’s not my fault they have no clue what they’re doing,” Demi fires back, still giggling.

  “Oh… burn,” I bark out with a laugh, not the slightest bit confronted we’re having this conversation in my bed of all places. Friends become lovers even quicker than strangers, and I want that for us more than anything. “I promise when we reach that stage, I won’t leave you hanging like those dweebs. I’ve got you.”

  Demi’s laughter immediately ends. After licking her lips that were more parched from her erotic screams than her uncle’s knuckles, she lowers her eyes to the crotch of my sleeping pants—the extended crotch of my sleeping pants. “Until then, are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help your situation?”

  Please, God, let me be a decent man for once. I believe in Karma, so I sure as hell believe she’ll gnaw the fuck out of my ass if I answer any of the pleas my cock is currently dishing out. He begged to sink into Demi before we entered the bathroom. Now he’s straight-up demanding I get the job done.

  “Not tonight.” I hate myself. I truly, madly, fucking deeply hate myself. “But how about we reconvene in the morning and reassess the situation?”

  I’ll be dead in the morning due to a lack of blood supply to my brain!

  I’m sentenced to an eternity in hell when I raise my eyes to the ceiling and whisper a stern, “fuck you,” to God when I spot Demi’s destroyed panties on the floor. I’m not really mad at him. I’m angry at myself. I’m the one who tugged Demi’s panties off so aggressively there’s no chance in hell they’re wearable, so I’m the one who should face the consequences of my actions when she slips beneath the sheets I’m holding open for her and shimmies to my side of the mattress in nothing but a bra.

  “Are you sure there isn’t something I can do to relieve the pressure?” Demi asks when the throbbing rod of flesh between us digs into her naked backside.

  I slam my fist into my thigh, wordlessly warning my cock he’s next on my hitlist before I draw Demi back as if I have no clue what she’s talking about.

  Spooning will take care of my erection. It will have my cock slouching against my thigh like my nanna walked in on me masturbating. I’m not a snuggling type of guy. I can’t recall a single time I’ve hung around to cuddle after a hook-up, which most likely means it’s never occurred.

  Unfortunately for me, emasculating moments of endearment don’t deflate my monster cock. He remains firm and erect, his throb growing more urgent when Demi asks, “Do you want me to switch off the light?”

  Not once since the nineties has a man begged for clap lights as I am now.

  “No. I’ll get it,” I reply when my pleas aren’t granted by an invisible genie.

  With the light switch above Demi’s head closer than the one by the door, I stretch across her body to reach it. I’m almost there. My fingertip is a mere inch from the gleaming, plastic material—an inch I gain when I jerk my hips forward to fill the gap.

  It’s the same inch that sees my cock popping the button in my sleeping pants.

  The same inch that delves between Demi’s thigh gap in hunt for the wetness I’m struggling like fuck to ignore.

  The same inch that causes Demi to moan like she’s on the brink of climax again.

  And the same fucking inch that reminds me sometimes adulthood doesn’t start for men until they’re thirty.

  I’m not strong enough for this.

  He-Man wouldn’t be strong enough for this, and he kicks all the other superheroes’ asses.

  After rolling Demi onto her back, I fill the gap between her splayed thighs with my body, then lower my mouth to hers. I don’t kiss her straight away. I peer into her eyes, acting oblivious to the fact her right one is nearly sealed shut.

  “Are you sure this is what you want? I’ll stop right now if you ask me to, and I’ll never mention it again.” Her half-smirk exposes that she understands the last part of my statement. I won’t keep quiet for her reputation. I’ll do it to save face. A man’s ego can only take so many hits, and her rejection would be by far the most painful. “This isn’t why I brought you here. I want to take care of—”

  Demi forces my words back into my mouth with her tongue, curls both her legs around my hips, yanks down my sleeping pants like my dick isn’t already hanging out, then intimately joins us in a way there’s no doubt I’d kill for her.

  14

  Demi

  I pushed down Maddox’s sleeping pants, I led his thick cock to the crest of my pussy, then I curled my legs around his fantastic ass to join us in a way I always hoped we’d do but never truly believed would occur, but the last forty minutes of pure bliss has all been Maddox’s doing.

  He readjusted my hips so he could take me deeper than I’ve ever been taken. He found the proverbial G-spot everyone knows about, but not many men endeavor to find, and he brought me to climax so hard, the slickness between my legs ensures not an ounce of friction can be felt between us.

  It’s been a glorious forty minutes that grows more blistering when Maddox drags his teeth over the shell of my ear. “In case you’re wondering, both your pussy and your mouth are on my mind right now.” I shudder when he sucks my
earlobe into his mouth to soothe the sting of his bite before he releases it with a pop. “I could come right now just recalling how delicious they taste.”

  A moan rumbles in my chest when his cock throbs during his confession. He couldn’t possibly get any thicker, he’s already stretching me wide, but somehow, he does.

  “Oh, God. Yes.” I raise my leg higher on his sweaty waist, relishing a sensation that should be painful but is much more pleasurable. I’m so full—so gloriously full—and my clit is being awarded the undivided attention of Maddox’s pelvis with every thrust he does.

  Each perfect pump hazes my mind. I’m floating amongst the clouds, clawing, moaning, and oh so very close to orgasming again.

  “Let go, Demi,” Maddox purrs into my ear as his perfectly structured pumps fail to relent. He grinds into me on repeat, taking me deeper and deeper with every controlled jerk of his hips. “Trust me to catch you. I’ve got you. I’m right fucking here.”

  He cups my ass in his big hand before he lifts it from the sticky bedding. His movements are effortless like he was built for fucking. He knows the exact pace to drive me wild. My erotic screams leave no uncertainty of this, and neither does the tremoring orgasm that blindsides me out of nowhere.

  “Yes,” Maddox hisses into my ear when my pussy tightens around his fat cock. I shudder and shake while chanting his name on repeat. “That’s it. Right-fucking-there. Grip my cock with your tight little pussy like your lips will when you suck me off for the first time.”

  His dirty mouth turns me on more than I ever thought possible. It extends my orgasm, dragging it out from a three-second shudder to a thirty-second shake.

  “Oh… ah… I need… a minute,” I breathe through the brutal tremors lighting up every inch of my skin.

  “All right.” Not speaking another word, Maddox rolls us over until I’m straddling his lap, and his back is resting on the headboard I pierced my nails through earlier.

  Having his deliriously handsome face directly in front of me doubles the tingles low in my stomach. His hair is flopped to one side, his cheeks are red from the brutal fucking he’s hit me with the past forty minutes, and the bumps in his midsection are more noticeable since he’s panting as hard as me. He’s downright sexy, and I could climax from just looking at him.

  Maddox waits for my eyes to return to his face before he says with a grin, “Show me what you’ve got. Wow me with that fantastic body of yours.”

  The unwanted attention I got throughout high school reveals I didn’t miss out in the looks department, but I’ve never felt as sexy as I do right now. Maddox is looking at me like he can’t see the marks on my face. Like I’m beautiful, unflawed, and very much craved.

  His admiration pushes me out of my comfort zone. It has me rising to my knees until the tip of his erect cock nestles in the folds of my drenched sex and has me watching every thought that passes through his head when I slowly sink back down.

  I’m raw and open, emotional and moved, and smiling like a naïve fool, and so is Maddox.

  We gel together so well. I feel closer to him now than I did when he held me while I cried. It’s a beautiful moment I’ll cherish for a lifetime.

  I rise and fall on Maddox’s impressive cock another three times before he grips my hips to stabilize my sways. That’s how much his heated watch shatters my resistance. I’m on the verge of climax again after only a handful of grinds.

  “Take your time, Demi,” Maddox pushes out with a moan when the clenching of my cervix demands me to go faster. “There ain’t nowhere more important we need to be right now than here.”

  I nod slowly, my breathing shallow. “It feels so good.”

  “It does,” Maddox agrees after adjusting the girth of his thighs so I can sink even lower. I take him to the very root, moaning when my low grind causes our pelvises to touch. The buzz it bestows on my clit is dangerously delicious.

  “Good. So, so good. More.” Full sentences are beyond me right now. I can barely breathe, let alone hold a conversation.

  Bursts of pleasure shoot through me when Maddox follows my husky command by cupping one of my breasts in his hand. When he tweaks my nipple, it sends delightful zaps straight to my clit. The moans they produce convince me I’m having an out-of-body experience. You can’t logically feel this good and not be floating toward heaven.

  We’re not fucking. Our pace is much slower. More controlled. I’m not being pushed toward the edge of insanity with the brutality I’m accustomed to. I’m being cherished. Loved. I’ve never felt more wanted and protected in my life.

  I’ve also never been so sated.

  When I bite my lip, struggling to keep my expression neutral, Maddox gently tugs it free from my teeth. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t be careful.”

  While rocking against him, I moan out the reply I was meant to keep in my head. “Too late.”

  Something flares through Maddox’s eyes. It isn’t lust, covetousness, or any of those other things you’d expect to see while making love. It’s protective, materialistic, and proves, without a doubt, he doesn’t just want to save me from my uncle, he’s willing to become him if it’s the only way he can keep me safe.

  15

  Maddox

  Have you ever smoked a joint laced with so much shit, the toxins have you believing your high will never end? You’re up there, lounging on a cloud, certain you’re destined for better things, then you start freefalling back to earth without warning. The crash is fucking brutal. It swears you off drugs for weeks and has you considering enrolling in Sunday school.

  That’s kind of how I feel now.

  Last night was—I don’t have words to explain it. It exceeded anything I could have imagined. We didn’t fuck until the spark between us simmered to a respectable level. We threw a ton of gasoline on it and turned it into an inferno. We made love. Kissed. Groped. Fucked. We did it all. Then, just as exhaustion started to hit, we went back for round two.

  It was perfect. Demi was perfect, but now I’m sitting here, glaring at the landline phone, willing it to ring. Agent Moses said he needed until midday to work out a solution for Demi’s predicament. It’s now 1:14 p.m.

  Since he’s as old school as they come, some shit about not being able to pinpoint landline calls as easily as cell phones, I’m in the living room of the cabin instead of catching up on missed sleep with Demi in my room.

  I won’t lie. Not all my swollen chest is compliments to how well Demi and I meshed beneath the sheets. I’m also smug as fuck I exhausted her to the point she’s sleeping in today of all days. There’s a big-ass clock above her head. We only have hours until it detonates, yet she’s in my bed, faintly snoring like she has the world at her feet.

  I love that I’ve given her that small moment of peace. I doubt she’s had one in a while.

  “Still nothing?” Caidyn walks into the living room like he hasn’t been eyeballing me like a freak for the past hour and fifteen minutes.

  I shake my head. “Do you think I should call him? Push him along?” This is just like Agent Moses. If you don’t constantly prod him, he gets nothing done.

  “From what you’ve told me, it couldn’t hurt,” Caidyn answers with a shrug.

  I tried to keep things basic between us when we spoke last night. I wanted his focus on Demi, not me, but Caidyn is smarter than he looks. He told me I was playing with fire, explicitly stated not to cry to him when I get burned, then shifted his focus back to Demi. He isn’t awarded all the girls’ attention because he’s a tyrant. They love his sensitive side, and taking care of a beaten woman brings it out tenfold.

  “What are you looking for?” he asks when my hunt for my phone and wallet comes up empty-handed. I could have sworn I left them on the side table next to the sofa.

  “I don’t have Agent Moses’s number memorized. He changes it more often than Saint pulls his signature move.” I groan about how much of an idiot I am before I crank my neck to the hallway leading to my room. “I left my wallet
in my trousers. His new number is in there.”

  “I’ll grab it,” Caidyn says, believing he’s being helpful. “Then you can maintain your stalk of the landline.”

  “Ah... that’s not a good idea.” I jump up from the single sofa. “Demi isn’t wearing any pants.” My last four words are barely whispers.

  “What did you say?”

  Caidyn’s death stare reveals he heard what I said. He just wants me to repeat it.

  “I said Demi isn’t wearing any pants.” My second attempt isn’t any better than my first.

  “Maddox—”

  I cut him off only a second into one of his infamously long lectures. “It isn’t what you’re thinking. She came on to me.”

  Not entirely true, but mainly.

  Caidyn whacks me up the back of the head. It’s an old-style Dad move, and since my undercut was recently clipped, it makes the impressive crack noise our father always sought after our mother trimmed our hair when we were kids. “That shouldn’t have mattered. Last night, Demi needed a friend, not a one-off fuck buddy.”

  “It wasn’t a one-off.” I sure-fucking-hope it wasn’t. “And we’re both adults who consented to every single thing we did.”

  My tone is way too cocky for Caidyn’s liking. He slaps me again, except this time, he puts some oomph into his swing. “Go get your wallet, dickhead.” I charge for the hallway, more than eager to skip his three-hour-long lecture on treating ladies right. My brisk strides slow when he adds, “But don’t think this is the end of this. We’ll have words about this later.”

  Great.

  When I round the corner of the hall my room branches off, I lessen the thumps of my feet. Not a sound is projecting from my bedroom, so I don’t want to wake Demi if she’s still sleeping.

  With the curtains closed and the light switched off, it takes me longer than I care to admit to realize the lump in the middle of my bed is the bedding.