5. Chapter 5

Last night was a whirlwind. I let my emotions get in the way. I never should have let Unknown get a reaction out of me. He doesn't deserve that. The only response he deserves is anger. I'll rain down on him next time. Fuck him.

I quietly get out of bed, trying not to wake Maddox, and make my way to the small kitchen. Edgar doesn't waste any time hopping over and squawking.

"Yeah, I got it." I'm confident the little fucker is healed, but he's milking it. He's only staying behind because of all the treats he gets. I open his treat jar, and he hops on the table.

"Gwah."

"Don't you start, or I'll kick you out." I drop Edgar's treat on the table, and when I turn around, I bump into a hard, naked chest.

"You wouldn't kick my bud out over a treat, would you, baby?" Maddox tips my chin up. His lips curl with a smirk.

I pat his cheek. "Listen here. He's giving me a hard time."

"Don't be dramatic. Edgar is wounded." He lays his hand on the table, and Edgar steps inside his palm. What a little trader.

"You two can have your bro time. I'm getting dressed. I have an early class." I leave, letting them enjoy their time. One thing I hate about morning classes is they are too early. I enjoy sleeping in. Opening my dresser drawer, I pull out a pair of black lace underwear and a matching bra. Stripping off my sleep set, a deep groan comes from the doorway.

"God, Jinx. You could bring me to my knees, and I wouldn't complain."

Goosebumps work down my body as Maddox pushes off the doorframe. My nipples draw tight the closer he gets. The way Maddox looks at me reminds me that nothing else matters. It's only him and I, and nothing will come between that.

He reaches out, dragging his hand down my arm until his fingers tangle with mine, making me drop my bra and underwear on the floor. His hazel eyes burned into mine, and with a slit tug, my body pressed against his. I wrap my arms around his waist and the muscles in his back flex under my fingertips.

"Jinx, I need you, please."

I work my hands up his back, tilting my head back, and he stares at me. "You have me, Maddox. I'm all yours."

"Good, now open your legs for me. Let me feel that wet pussy again."

I slowly spread my legs, waiting for him. Fuck the early class. I don't need business management, anyway. Maddox drags his finger along my collarbone, never taking his eyes off mine. I need him to go faster, I won't be able to control myself.

I go to move my hand from his neck, and he stops. "Move your hands, and this is over."

All I can do is nod, curling my fingers into his hair. Threading them deeper, I wait patiently for him to move; each passing second feels like a lifetime.

"Maddox, move already."

His upper lip curls into a smirk. "No, maybe not." He pulls back, and my hands drop.

"Are you kidding me?" I cry in protest, throwing my hands in the air. "I've wanted you for years, Maddox, and now you're turning me away?"

His hand moves fast, gripping the back of my neck and swatting my pussy with his other hand. I cry out in pain, drawing in a shaky breath. His eyes hold mine as his finger slips deep inside.

"This pussy is mine." He pumps his finger fast, as my pussy tightens. My fingers cling to the waistband of his jeans. When he adds another finger, my legs tremble. Just when I was about to come, he pulls away.

"No," I cry out in outrage.

"You're coming on my dick or nothing, baby." He unzips his jeans, slipping them down past his hips. I watch like a greedy, hungry wolf. I wait, then I drop to my knees; taking hold of his dick, he lets out a low moan.

"God, I love your touch. Jinx." He groans when I stroke him slowly. He gathers my hair into a tight pony and pushes my face closer to his dick. I stick my tongue out, licking from the base to the tip, then swallow him deep in my mouth. His hold tightens the more I suck him off. If he thinks I'll let him finish, he's wrong. I push against his thighs, popping him from my mouth.

"You're not finishing in my mouth. I want your cum dripping from my pussy all day."

"Fuck, baby. You're damn right, I want my cum dripping from you. Every step you take." He pulls my hair, so I stand. "Every time you sit." His hands slide down my ass, lifting me. "I want you to remember who made you so wet."

I wrap my legs around his waist, working my hand between us. I line him up, and he drops me slowly, stretching me; I thought Atticus was big, but Maddox is thicker.

"Maddox." I moan his name.

He grips my ass tight, flexing his hips fast. "God. I've waited forever to feel your pussy on my dick. I was stupid to wait so long."

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I move my hips faster. "Shut up and fuck me. We can talk later."

"I can do that." He walks over to the bed, tossing me down. "Roll over. I'll show you fucking."

I lick my dry lips; this will be new to me. Not being able to see him is scary. What if he tries something? I'll never know. My chest tightens when I try to draw in a breath. Maddox's hand runs down my back, sending shivers racing down my spine.

"Get out of your head, Jinx. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I would never do that." His body pressed against mine; his weight pushes me further into the mattress—calmness eases over me.

"I'm good. I've only ever had sex twice. Atticus is a force to reckon with. I'm sorry, talking about another guy probably isn't good for your ego." I push my face into the blanket.

He laughs, pressing his face into my neck. "Baby, I know how Atticus is. You talking about him while we're both naked isn't going to scare my hard-on away. Did you want to try this position, or did you want to face me?"

"I'll try this one." The words barely leave my lips, and his hand slips between my legs. He drives two fingers into my wet, aching core. "Holy shit." I moan out, pressing more into him.

"Are you ready?" He moves away, pulling his fingers out.

"Yeah, if you are." I tip my head to get a look at him.

He smiles. "I'm always ready."

He buries himself deep inside, and my body explodes with ecstasy. His hands pull my ass into his hips, driving his dick deeper. The sound of his groans causes my core to clench.

"Touch yourself. I wanna feel that pussy choke my dick until I'm spilling deep inside you."

I don't think I need to touch myself to come; the way he talks is enough for me. I slip my hand between, finding my clit with my finger—I rub. My back arches, and Maddox hisses as I climb closer to the finish line. He thrusts faster and lifts my leg onto the bed, getting better access to my g-spot. I keep rubbing my clit, air catches in my lungs, and I scream into the mattress. Maddox rocks slowly, his fingers digging into my skin. With a final slam, he groans, spilling into me.

I try to even out my breathing when warm lips press against my back.

"I think you missed your morning class, baby." He pulls out, lying next to me. "Do you need your inhaler?"

"No. I'm fine. If I'm quick enough, I can catch my other morning class." I roll onto my back, covering my eyes. My chest is tight but manageable. I don't want to leave; reality will smack me in the face once I step outside. My small safe bubble will burst, as much as I don't want to. I need to talk to Dad.

"I'll walk you to class. Soon, this bullshit will be over."

Pipe dream. This won't end until my stalker creep finally has what he wants. I slip out of bed, heading back to the dresser. I bend down, picking up my discarded underwear. Without paying attention to Maddox and his groaning, I slip them on.

"You're killing me, baby. I should bend you over and fuck that sweet pussy again."

I ignore him, walking to the closet instead. I want to step out in public like a normal person and not be worried about being watched or having a text sent to me with a picture saying he could be better. Or worried if I kiss one of the guys, I might piss Unknown off. These things shouldn't be in the front of my mind. I pull on a short black skirt and an oversized sweater.

"Jinx, talk to me. What's going on?" Maddox meets me outside my closet, already dressed, holding my mini bookbag.

"Nothing is wrong." I swipe my bag from his hand. I go to move to the bathroom, but he blocks me.

"Start talking. We were doing great, and then the next thing I know, you shut down. If I did something wrong or hurt you, please tell me."

"It's not you." I snap. "Everything is happening so fast. I haven't had time to think or breathe. I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind, Maddox."

"I'm sorry, Jinx. Truly, I am. I would snap my fingers and take care of this asshole, but Atticus is trying to figure it out. We need more time. Can you give us that?"

"I get that it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like months. It feels like he's been one step ahead of me. I hope Ash can change my number, which can give me some peace for a little while." Maddox pulls me into his chest, and my arms naturally find his waist. He gently kisses my forehead, guiding me to the bathroom.

"I'll be in the living room. Take some time."

I wait until he's gone and stare at myself in the mirror. Things were going great until the guys showed up, but maybe it was already in effect beforehand, and with them showing up, my stalker felt threatened; that's why he's taking action.

I'm still convinced it's Cameron.

He's the only one who acted interested in me, the only one who's ever talked to me besides Spencer. Who else could it be? That asshole has it coming, that's for sure. The next time I see Cam, he has some questions to answer, too.