“Lie down on your bed.”
I did as he asked despite my worry over someone interrupting us. I stretched out naked as Maddox stalked closer. He kneeled on the bed between my legs, and sat up on his heels, admiring my body. He grabbed my ankles and raised my legs as he moved closer until my butt rested on his upper thighs. His cock slid along my slit but didn’t enter me. With his hands on my ankles, he spread my legs in a wide V. Finally, and with a perfect view, he pushed his cock into me slowly. With every inch of him deeper in me, I could feel him claim me more. He kept up the slow movements, and I could feel every inch of him stroking my inner walls and his piercing teasing my G-spot. But the angle didn’t give my clit any friction.
Still, I was getting closer and closer from the deep penetration and from watching Maddox’s cock enter my pussy.
“My clit,” I whispered thickly when I was close again.
“Not yet,” Maddox said.
“Maddox,” I muttered.
“Not yet.”
I was starting to lose my mind, writhing to get some friction but Maddox parted my legs even wider which made him slide deeper but deprived me of any clit action.
I raked my fingernails along his thighs but he only smirked.
A knock sounded. “Marcella, Dad’s getting impatient. You better stop whatever the fuck you’re doing and come downstairs before he comes up and kicks in the door.”
Maddox grinned and I parted my lips to warn him but he pressed his thumb over my clit and slammed deep into me, hitting my G-spot, and I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure raced through me, unstoppable. All I could do was jerk my head to the side and stifle my cry of release in the pillow.
“I’m downstairs,” Amo muttered and his steps faded.
Maddox came soon after, looking way too smug.
He released my ankles and lowered himself on top of me.
“Just because I’m not adopting your name doesn’t mean I’m any less your woman,” I said. “It’s a business decision.”
Maddox smiled strangely. “It’s not just business. I know you, Snow White. This is first of all, a very personal decision.”
He’d caught me. I sighed. “I’m proud of my family. Proud of what the name Vitiello stands for. I’ll always be a Vitiello in my mind even if I changed my name to yours…” I fell silent because the next part was even harder to say. “And to be honest, whenever I hear the name White, I’m reminded of your uncle and I won’t ever give him that power over me.”
Maddox kissed my temple. “It’s okay. But don’t expect me to take your family’s name. The name Vitiello holds the same negative association for me.”
“We are each other’s, no matter what names we choose,” I said firmly. Maddox’s arms around me tightened.
I was excited about my bridal shower. Many had expected a small affair, just like the wedding, as if I had reason to hide my love for Maddox and everything associated with it. For a while I had been worried about people’s reactions, caught in old habits, still hungry for validation. That was over. I didn’t need someone’s validation who didn’t care about me or know more about me than general gossip.
Maddox showed up on the morning of my bridal shower, looking sexy as sin in his leather jacket and rugged beard. I was still in my nightgown and a bathrobe. Maddox’s expression told me he appreciated the sight greatly even if he couldn’t show it with my mother and Lora around.
“Thank you for picking up the cake samples,” Mom said with a genuine smile. She and Maddox got along really well. He could be a real gentleman if he wanted. “I need to head to the appointment with the florist. Or do you need my help with the cake?”
“We’re going to be fine. Maddox and I are going to eat the cake and choose the best flavor.”
“The guy loves string cheese and tootsie rolls,” Amo muttered as he came down the staircase to accompany Mom to her appointment. “If he gets to choose the flavor, we’ll get popcorn and bacon grease.”
“Sounds amazing if you ask me,” Maddox said with a grin.
Valerio, who’d followed close behind Amo to accompany Mom and get a haircut afterward—his hair almost touched his shoulders by now—said, “I’d vote for popcorn and bacon grease too.”
“No bacon anything. Remember we have a few vegetarians on the guest list.”
“Let them eat the napkins. They are fully compostable. I’m sure that makes them edible,” Maddox said. Amo chuckled and actually high-fived him.
I sent them both a glare then turned to Mom. “Have you heard back from the vegan bakery regarding the cupcake tower?”
“Yes, they’ll send a sample tomorrow.”
“Good,” I said then narrowed my eyes at the three guys. “Don’t get started. I want to make every guest feel welcome and offer them food that reflects their allergic needs or ethical choices.”
“I’m a bacon fetishist, who caters to my whims?” Maddox asked.
“If you ask me, vegans have lost their fucking mind,” Amo muttered. “Most of them are stuck-up know-it-alls who try to play the guilt card on any meateater they meet. It’s fucking annoying.”
“Language,” Mom admonished, having let slip the first time.
“Any vegan ever tried to make you feel guilty for eating pig?” Maddox asked.
“Yeah, one chick I dated briefly wanted to make me feel guilty and told me I would stop eating if I had to kill them myself.”
Maddox and Valerio both laughed.
“You even kill people. Of course, you’d kill a pig if you were hungry,” Valerio spluttered.
“That’s what I told her.”
I shook my head. “How about you all stay far away from the vegan and vegetarian guests?”
“We should head out now,” Mom said. I gave her a grateful smile. My perfectionism was rearing its annoying head and I wanted to get the wedding planning down. We were already late considering the wedding was in two weeks. My past self would have completely lost it.
After I’d grabbed forks, Maddox carried the cakebox into the living room and we settled on the sofa in front of the roaring fireplace. The weather outside was forbidding, no sign of spring. Maddox put the cakebox down on the coffee table and sank back against the sofa backrest. He looked irresistible and his eyes told me he felt the same way.
I hadn’t come in two weeks—I had been busy with wedding planning and Maddox had gone on a mission—and was desperate for touch. I grabbed the sheep’s wool blanket and settled on the sofa beside Maddox. Resting my back against the armrest, I put my feet on Maddox’s lap and covered myself with the blanket.
Maddox put the cake box on my shins and opened it. Inside were petit fours with different cake flavors, but I was distracted by Maddox’ warmth and the feel of his cock under my heel.
Maddox grabbed a fork, stabbed a piece of chocolate cake with it and held it before my lips. I tasted it and smiled. “Mhhh,” I purred.
Maddox shook his head and slid one of his hands below the blanket. He stroked his palm along my calf. Soon I was so distracted by the caress I hardly noticed the cake flavors anymore.