Trust Me .(36)

“Holy shit, that feels so good,” he moans as he continues his long, steady strokes. I brace my hands against the shower wall and let him take me from behind. I’m completely at his will, and I love it. He reaches around and lightly pinches my clit causing me to shatter instantly. He holds on to my hips as he pumps hard into me, and lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of me and releases himself onto the bathtub floor.

I’m panting and trying to catch my breath as he lays his head on my upper back. “Holy shit, woman, I think you’re trying to kill me.”

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck and lightly kiss his lips. “Well, what a way to go.”

He smiles against my lips and responds, “You are going to be the death of me. I like it. I like it a lot.” He grabs the bar of soap and begins to scrub me down. While he’s washing his body, I squirt a little of his shampoo in my hand and start to wash my hair. After all of the soap is rinsed out of my hair and Maddox finishes with his hair, he shuts off the water. Reaching over and grabbing the first towel, he wraps it snuggly around my body. He grabs the second and hands it to me. “For your hair.” Then he takes the third towel and wraps it low around his waist.

After I throw my hair up in the towel he gave me, we walk back to his room. “See, much more efficient to take a shower together,” he says with his cocky smile that I love so much. I start to agree with him and lean in for a kiss when we hear the sound of someone banging on the front door.

We spring apart like a couple of teenagers who’ve been busted making out in a movie theater. “Stay here and keep the door closed. I’ll be right back,” he says as he heads out of the bedroom closing the door tightly behind him.

I stand there for a few moments, listening with my ear pressed up against the door. I can hear Maddox’s footsteps heading down the hallway and releasing the lock on the front door. What I wasn’t expecting was the voice I heard booming from the front door. A voice I know all too well. My brother, Jake.





When I get to the front door and peek through the peephole, I do a double take. Standing on the other side of my front door is my best friend, Jake. To make matters worse, his very naked sister just happens to be in my bedroom at this exact moment. “Shit,” I mumble as I throw the locks and open the door, standing there with my towel wrapped around my waist.

“What the fuck took you so long, dick?” he asks as he pushes past me and walks towards my kitchen. “Why are you getting such a late start? We have to be to the precinct in thirty minutes.”

I close and lock the door and follow him into the kitchen. “I know. I was just getting ready. Do you want some coffee or something?”

He ignores my question. “Why are you running behind? That’s not like you. Usually, you’d be at the precinct already.” And then it seems like the light bulb clicks on. “Oh, you had a date last night. How was it?” he asks with a smug smile.

Just then we hear a noise from the back bedroom, like something hitting the door, and my mind goes completely blank. “Shit, she’s still here, dude? Who the hell is back there?” His smug smile turns completely wolfish and at this point, I just pray he doesn’t storm back there to investigate further.

“No one.”

“No one? Really? Unless you got a dog in the past twenty-four hours, I’d say something or someONE is back in your bedroom. You better tell me who before I go back there and find out for myself.”

I sigh because I know he’s not going to let this go. I also realize that sigh was of relief because Jake doesn’t know who’s actually back there. “Yes, my date from last night is still here. Let me go get ready for work. I’ll be right back,” I say as I pivot around and head back towards my bedroom.

“Who is she?” he asks. Shit, what in the hell am I supposed to say? “You never bring girls to your place. That’s why I’m having a hard time with the fact that someone is here with you now. Who?”

“Vanessa.” It’s the first name that comes to mind that isn’t Avery.

“Vanessa? Crazy ‘I want to marry you, now’ Vanessa?”

I reach my bedroom door and holler over my shoulder, “We’ll talk in the car.” Then I open my door and step inside.

When I get inside and lock the door behind me, Avery is completely dressed and sitting on my bed zipping up her boots. “Hey, sorry about that.” She gives me a tight smile and then lets her eyes roam down my towel clad body. I love the way she looks at me; like she wants to lick me from head to toe. I walk over to the bed and pull her up so she’s standing in front of me. “Well, that’s not how I pictured this morning going,” I say as I give her a gentle kiss on her lips. Her hands wander down my chest, making my muscles jump at her soft touch. She reaches down and tugs on the towel, dropping it to the floor at our feet.