Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated. “Restrain me? Are you sure that’s necessary?”
“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “Not at all, but when you decide to create a game, you can make up the rules. I’m in charge this time.”
I bent to slide my belt from its loops and then stood, gripping the leather in my hands. “Scoot down,” I instructed, my voice already gritty at the thought of what was to come next.
For a second, I wondered if Addison was going to back out. The way that pulse in her neck was beating, there was no question she was interested, but being restrained required a level of trust I wasn’t sure I’d earned yet. Especially after the way I’d treated her that afternoon.
My blood sang when she slowly scooted down and lifted her arms over her head without prompting. “Like this?”
The move hitched her little T-shirt high, baring her flat stomach and just a glimpse of the underside of both breasts.
Nice.
“Yup,” I said, setting one knee on the bed as I looped the brown leather around her wrists. It took almost a minute to get them bound tight and to fasten the belt to the slatted headboard.
I leaned back to admire my handiwork with a growl. “This is a fucking wet dream come true,” I admitted, staring down at her, drinking in every inch of her with my gaze. I straightened and made my way to the foot of the bed, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.
Goose bumps rose on her legs as I gripped her ankles and slowly slid them apart. “Remember the rules, Addison. Quiet, or it’s game over.”
She nodded, her eyes hot with desire as I settled between her thighs. Her pussy was already slick for me, the pink flesh gleaming in the soft light, and I trailed a single finger over her in the lightest of touches. She stiffened and let out a tiny puff of air.
“That’s good,” I murmured, nodding. “So quiet, love.” I traced gentle circles against her heated flesh, barely grazing the skin but moving closer to her clit with each pass. Minutes passed as I blew against her gently, treating her skin like a watercolor canvas. When I finally passed over her clit with my thumb, she groaned and then bit her lip.
“Perfect,” I muttered, wanting nothing more than to dive in and eat her alive, but knowing I had to resist. I repeated the touch over and over, barely grazing the bud of nerves, watching as her muscles tensed and trembled.
“Max,” she whispered, arching closer. “Harder. Please touch me harder.”
I wanted to. Lord, did I want to, but for the next hour, I managed to resist in an effort to wring every moan, every groan, every sigh from Addison’s body.
By the time I finally slid my cock deep, she’d come four times and was primed for another orgasm. I was so far gone, it took no time at all for me to join her as she tightened around me. I exploded inside her, her name a hoarse groan ripped from my lips.
The sounds of our harsh breathing filled the room as the roaring in my ears finally quieted a few minutes later. My bones were like liquid as I rose to my knees and gently unfastened the belt from Addison’s wrists. Red marks blazed her golden skin, and I bent to kiss each one.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, running my thumb over the offending marks.
“No,” she said with a breathless snort. “I almost hurt me, though. I couldn’t stay still at the end there, and think I nearly tore the headboard off.” She brought her arms down and curled them around me, pulling me against her for a quick kiss. “The marks are nothing. They’ll be faded by tomorrow and totally worth it.”
“In that case, maybe we should plan a weekly game night.” My blood was already heating up again at the thought, but her bright smile flickered for just an instant.
“Okay, but next time, I get to make up the rules.”
As long as she was still here with me, I could live with that. I stretched onto my back and she curled against my side, fitting her body to mine like a puzzle piece. My whole life, I’d never known I could love another person this completely. Suddenly, in a matter of less than two months, I’d found two people who had become integral to my happiness . . . vital to making my world right.
Addison shifted closer, wrapping one leg around my hip as she drifted off to sleep. I made a mental vow to do everything in my power to erase the last of her doubts and make sure this was how I went to sleep every night. With her by my side.
Because anything less would be half of a life.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Addison
Light streamed in, and I let my eyes flutter open with a sigh.
I’d been in the middle of the best dream. Max and Dylan and I were at the beach making a sand castle together. It was a beautiful breezy day, and I felt the most perfect sense of calm.
Now, in the harsh light of day, that sense of calm was fading fast. I peeked to my left to see the other side of the bed empty, save for a note on the pillow.
I rolled over and breathed in the scent of Max’s pillow as I snagged the note and unfolded it. My lips split into a grin at the sloppy writing.