Page 11 of Ours

“For the record baby girl you brought tonight on yourself.” He says as he pushed open the door, and carried me in, slowly he lifted me off his shoulder, and lowers me down in front of him on the bed. He doesn’t just drop me on the bed, he lowers me to it, like I’m made of glass or something. He pulled back, he’s eyes on me.

I smirked as his hands ran over my body. Slowly. And it’s moments like this I’m reminded he is more than an outlaw. “I’m going to fuck you raw.” He says and then I laughed, because just when I think that, he says something like that. “Why are you laughing?” he has a confused smile on his face, and I moved over him, straddling him.

“I have something for you.” I said with a grin on my face.

“Is it a belting for leaving you on our anniversary?” He said, as his hands goes to my hips. I forced myself to be serious for a moment, and climbed off him. His eyes widened. “Fuck Ellie. I was joking. You aren’t seriously pissed are you?”

I put a hand up, silencing him. And my hand goes to the dress. My fingers going to the dress of the mid-thigh, skin tight grey dress. I let the zipper down, and the dress dropped to the ground.

MADDOX

I watched her dress drop, and my eyes ran over the beautiful body that is my holy Gabriella’s. The black suspenders, holding up her black tights, and her small lace underwear, then her strapless bra. I fucking inhaled sharply. Coming back a day early was so fucking worth it.

My eyes run over the scar in the centre of her body and I always kissed that scar fucking thankful she had it.

My hands went out to her, and I needed to touch and explore. But I can’t. Cause she slapped my hand away.

And shakes her head, her raven hair moving from side to side. Then she turned around, and pulled her hair to the front. My eyes ran over her firm tight ass, and my hand is going for it, when I see… my eyes widened… fuck I think my heart stopped. Fuck. Maybe I’ll need a heart transplant. My eyes are on the emblem on her back. But it’s my name, designed under the tattoo, that had me speechless. My name. Maddox Steel. I don’t know how to say anything, I can’t form a word.

Had a lot of fucking ink on my body. Spend hours in a chair, and laying on the table. So tattoos weren’t new to me. But I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching it. My fingers barely feeling the skin, but I felt the skin was raised and I knew then it was real. She slowly turned around.

“How mad are you?” she says softly.

“Mad?”

She nodded her head. “I didn’t ask you about it, I just got it. I know I didn’t follow the normal rules around it.” She had nerves in her voice, and she is slightly shaking. Wasn’t sure if she was scared or cold, so I just stood up.

Didn’t have a word to say about it yet.

I spun her around, seeing the tattoo again. And I gripped and undid the strap of her bra, hearing her inhaling sharply, as I pushed it down her arms.

“Maddox, say something?” She whispered, nerves, fear, all clear in her voice.

But I’m still not ready.

So I looped my thumbs into the sides of her small lace underwear and pulled them down.

Then seeing as the tights and suspender were in the way, I undid them, before I could get her underwear off. Then she was exactly how I liked her. Fucking naked. But my eyes went to the tattoo on her back.

Gabriella was called Holy Gabriella for a reason. She was the girl a man would dream of. She was the girl that if you got a taste of, you wouldn’t be able to let go. She was everything to me.

“Maddox, please say something.” She basically whimpered. “Are you… that mad?”

I turned her around, and her eyes were on the ground, cupped her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “Babygirl, do I look mad?” I whispered down at her, and then brushed my lips against hers, as I backed her back towards the bed. “Kiss me back.” I growled when she didn’t immediately do it.

Why wasn’t she kissing me back? I pulled back to look at her, only to see that she was crying. Fucking hell. I brought this on myself. Shouldn’t have fucking kept my mouth shut.

“Come on darling,” I went to comfort her, and she shakes her head, gripping my shoulders, and jumping on me. I caught her out of habit, and gripped her ass as she wrapped her legs around me, and kissed me so fucking hard.

Just how I liked it.

I laid her down on the bed, and she wasn’t letting go of me any time soon, she was kissing me like she wanted more, needed more—but fuck I’d give her an overdose, cause she was never going to not have me.

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Hudson

Her laugh had me gripping my knife and fork tightly. Her sweet giggle as she spoke with Ribs. I wanted to fucking punch the guy for making her giggle. I was barely keeping control over my temper. I was going to snap. Fuck breakfast, peoples chances of living within this room, were getting slimmer if I didn’t leave.

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