Page 65 of The Battle of Maddox
“I don’t know about scandalous,” Doxx said from behind me, “but I could get behind the affair part of it.”
“What about the gay part?” I asked before I could stop the question.
“You’ve already declared you are,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“And you?” I cocked my head and looked up and back at him.
He shrugged. “Bi? Flexible? Gay for you?”
“Have you ever been interested in guys before?”
Staring down at me, his lip twisted. “Been thinking really hard on that one lately. There was one kid, when I was about twelve. He was from a military family and they moved a lot. We were attached at the hip for the eighteen months he lived near us. Looking back, I’m pretty sure that as soon as we discovered sex, we would have been interested in each other. But other than him…it’s only been you.”
He pulled a chair over and sat next to me. “Areyouokay with this? You seem very convinced I’m going to flake and freak out on you.”
“Not convinced, but…concerned.”
“Concerned about me changing my mind?”
“About…all of it,” I admitted. “What if you decide you’re not into guys? Are we going to ruin your band for good if that happens? What happens when we have to be in public the first time?”
He wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me in. “First, it’s not my band. It’s our band. You’ll get used to that eventually, I promise. Everything we do with the band we do as a band. You included. This isn’t meant to be a temp gig, Aaron. We want you there for as long as we can hold this together.”
Maddox leaned his forehead on mine. “I’ve kind of already decided I’m into you. I don’t know about other guys, but I’m not going to change my mind about you. And as for the first time we have to be in public together? As in that stage in Milan?” He leaned in close, his breath dusting over my skin. “I will grab you and kiss you just as fiercely as I did in Moscow, and mean every second of it.”
I pushed forward and closed the gap between us, landing my lips on his. He instantly canted his head and deepened what I had thought was going to be a quick kiss into something much more. Maddox nipped and licked at my mouth and I didn’t want to pull away.
He pulled back just a bit. “Log off. Fuck the press. Come up stairs with me.”
“Our bags…”
“I took them up already.” He pressed another kiss to my lips, and his finger threaded through my hair. “Please. Come up with me. We’re not in Russia. We’re safe. I want more than just kisses, Aaron.”
Spinning back to the computer for a moment, I closed everything down and logged off. Before I could turn back to him, he spun my chair and pulled me up with a strong grip on my elbows. Maddox pulled me into his chest and kissed me again—the delightful crush of his pecs against me was a thrill in and of itself.
I had to stop myself from grinding my erection on his thigh, but he caught my motions and chuckled.
“Come on.” He pointed me to the stairs and walked me forward to the first riser. “I want you naked.”
“Naked is nice,” I said, grabbing the railing and sprinting up to the second floor. I had to stop at the top because I didn’t know which way to go.
Hands snaked around me from behind and I was pulled back against his chest again. God, he felt sogoodbehind me. Lips were on my neck and traveling down to my shoulder slowly. “Right, baby. I picked the one with the king size in it.”
My brain stuttered, but I made my feet move to the right, into the bedroom at the back of the house. No one would see us from the street, and there were tall tree-like shrubs behind the house when I glanced out the window quickly.
I heard the door click shut, and the lock engage, and moments later, Maddox’s hands were wrapping around me again. He nibbled on the shell of my ear.
“I want more than kissing, Aaron.” His words were silk over my skin. “I don’t know if I’m ready for everything yet, but I definitely want…well. Want.”
Turning in his arms, I faced him and pressed little kisses to his jaw. “I want, too. We don’t have to start fucking each other’s brains out at the word go. I’m perfectly fine with taking our time.”
“Good,” he said, and nibbled on my jaw. “Show me. I’m your willing student.”
I slipped my hand under his shirt and lifted it up and he pulled it off. My hands were everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of the soft skin that flexed over his pecks. I dipped down and pulled one of his very excited nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking. Maddox was taller than me, but I wasn’t short, and our heights were well matched—I didn’t have to stretch too much to lick at him.
“I didn’t realize those were so sensitive,” he breathed, his hips undulating just a little against me.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know,” I answered. I pinched the one I wasn’t presently engaged with. “Did no one ever flick or lick these? I’m guessing women’s are super sensitive, so why wouldn’t yours be?”
