Page 85 of Mad Rivals
And, you know, the extracurricular activities, I suppose. Madden and I shared a few late nights, and I plan to use the weekend to catch up on sleep. But my dad doesn’t need to know that.
In fact, he can’t know that.
“Is this what you want? Or would you rather stay here?” he asks. “Answer that honestly.”
“Yes, it’s what I want.” I wish I could be even more honest than I am when I give him my answer, likewhyit’s what I want. “Oliver has several projects that feel really exciting to me, projects I want to work on and be a part of.”
“That’s the kind of enthusiasm I’ve always wanted from you, Kennedy. I’ll have Darla put together some housing options so you don’t have to live out of a hotel, and we’ll go from there. We’ll get you a hotel until you have a chance to look at them. I don’t want you to go, and I’ll still need you coming back here when SCS calls for it, but you don’t need to be going back and forth weekly.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I say.
I head to my office, and instead of working on anything I have going on here, I continue working on one of the California projects—the one I’m most excited about.
I actually end up spending the entire weekend working on it so I can present it to Oliver on Monday morning, and I return to Los Angeles on Sunday night with excitement for the project but even more excitement to see Madden.
I have a couple of places to look at this week thanks to Darla setting up appointments for me, but it doesn’t really matter where I live. I picked out a few I liked in San Clemente since it’s only twenty minutes from the office and under a half hour to Madden’s place. Maybe we can even stay at my place sometimes this way.
I invited Madden to my hotel room tonight so I can actually get some use out of the room my dad’s paying for, and with any luck, I’ll find a place to live while I’m here this week, and I won’t have to worry about actually showing up at the hotels and having to check in just in case my dad’s keeping tabs on me.
My dad told me he arranged a car for me, so I look for someone holding a sign with my name on it. I findit, and rather than telling me he’ll help me claim my luggage, he presses a set of car keys into my palm.
My brows crash together as I look up at the man in confusion.
“Your father bought you a car to use when you’re in town. I’m happy to take you to it once we get your luggage.”
Well he’s certainly full of surprises.
The man leads me out to a silver Volvo SUV, and he puts my luggage in the trunk. “Anything else I can help with?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Thank you for everything,” I murmur as I get into the driver’s seat of my new car.
I navigate to my hotel in the lighter Sunday evening traffic, and I use the digital room key on my phone to get into my room.
It’s the same key I shared with Madden earlier, and he’s already in the room waiting for me when I walk in.
He drops his phone on the desk where he’s sitting and darts out of the chair. He strides over toward me and pulls me into his arms. His lips drop to mine. “How has it only been three days since I last saw you?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine before kissing me again.
I pull back. “I missed you.”
“Felt like forever,” he says, and he kisses me some more. The urgency is there, and I’m desperate for him. I’ve never been like this with anybody before in my life. I’ve enjoyed sex, I guess, but with him, it’s like I’ll never get enough. But it’s more than just that. We’ve got this deeper connection between us, these similarities that help us relate on multiple levels.
I’m addicted to him. Clem will always be my best friend, but he’s quickly becoming someone I can trust and rely on…he’s becoming the person I want to talk to first when the day begins and last before I go to bed.
“Take off all your clothes and lay on your stomach,” he demands, and he doesn’t have to tell me twice. I leave my suitcase where it is, and I strip naked in about three seconds flat.
He chuckles but seems to take his time getting to me. Eventually I feel the bed dip, and his legs move on either side of me as he straddles my ass. He’s stripped down to his boxers, I think—at least as far as I can tell.
And then I feel a warm liquid as he pours something onto my back. A minute later, he’s giving me the greatest massage of my life. His hands work the muscles in my back, muscles that haven’t been getting the workout they need lately as exercise has fallen off the priority list given my current travel and work situation.
I moan at the feel of his hands as he digs into the muscles near my shoulder blades, and I nearly cry out as he works my lower back. Airplane seats aren’t great for much more than stiff backs, to be honest.
I’m nearly asleep when I feel his hands on my ass. He kneads the muscles there, too, and down my legs. He massages my thighs and my calves, and then he works my feet. I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in weeks as he seems to know exactly what to do to fix my tired body.
The sensations stop, and I find myself in a strange state that lands me somewhere between totally horny due to the feel of his hands all over my body and totally sleepy.
But when his voice sounds low and deep next to my ear, I’m suddenly wide awake again as the horniness takes over. “Spread your legs so I can fuck that sweet pussy.”
My God, this man has a way with words. And his hands. And his dick.
