Maddox
I RAN INTO the house, skidded to a stop in the kitchen, and stared in horror at the boxes.
My father turned, glaring at me. “Pack your stuff. We’re leaving.”
“No!” The word was out before I could stop it.
Pain exploded in my cheek from his backhand. He knew how to hit to cause the most agony. After all these years, he was an expert at it.
“You have half an hour. Anything that isn’t packed, we’re leaving behind.”
My eyes smarted from holding in the tears. I grabbed two boxes, trying not to flinch at the sight of them. Stained, partially torn boxes that, no doubt, my father had grabbed from a dumpster or behind a store.
In my room, I glanced around, knowing he was serious. Anything I didn’t have ready I had to leave behind. Every time we moved, it was the same. Once again, he would pull me from the routine I had fought to establish. The thing I needed to cope. Now I would have to face a new place, new school, new people.
None of which I would stay at long enough to become attached to. He made sure of that.
I hurried to pack my things, being careful. I didn’t have much in the way of clothes or possessions, so I tried desperately to take care of the few things I had. My father found it amusing to destroy anything that might mean something to me, so I had learned never to let him see what I liked. I acted nonchalant even when I found him rifling through my things. I knew he was looking for money or anything of value to sell. However, I’d learned to hide anything I really loved. Loose floorboards, wall vents with covers he would never think to check in, became my friends.
I listened at my door, but he was down the hall in his room, so I hurried and pushed aside my mattress to get to the loose floorboards hidden underneath. Briefly, I wondered if the next place would even have the luxury of a mattress on the floor to sleep on at night. I grabbed the small, hidden shoebox and shoved the bed back into place. Using some frayed jeans and T-shirts, I wrapped the box and placed it into the old cardboard box, rushing to add the rest of my meager wardrobe on top. I added my few books and folded the torn lid into place. Into the second box, I put my worn shoes and the one item that went from place to place with me.
An old lamp, chipped and worthless. It meant nothing to anyone except me. But what it represented was everything. My mother used to read to me with the lamp sitting on the table by her elbow. Her voice was always soft as she spoke the words on the page and her touch gentle as she stroked my head.
I shut my eyes and stuffed my thin pillow around the lamp to keep it safe.
It was one of the few things I had left of hers. He had no idea of its existence or the memories it held for me.
Her gentle, loving voice, sweet words, and a time when I had been happy. Dim recollections of a long dead childhood.
That was all I had of my mother. Reminders of being loved.
I fought to keep them alive in my head.
No matter how he tried to beat them out of me.
He appeared in my doorway.
“There’s room for one box. Move your ass.”
“But—”
He shoved me aside, my shoulder burning with pain when it met the edge of the doorframe.
I didn’t make a sound.
He reached into the box, tossing my shoes carelessly. “Carry these.” Pushing the pillow aside, he lifted the lamp, a frown creasing his face. All that remained was the decorated base, the lampshade long ago broken, bent, and discarded. The truck with the loader lifted high was dull, the streetlight it sat beside pieced together with glue. The edges of the truck were worn from where my fingers had rubbed, wanting to play with it when I was a child. I could hear my mother’s patient voice talking to me.
“No, Maddy, just to look at, baby boy. One day, you can have a real one.”
A glimmer of recognition flitted over my father’s angry face. “What the fuck? Where did you get this?”
I shrugged and tried to bluff. “It’s a stupid lamp. I need something to use when I read. It was in one of the houses, and I took it.”
He wavered, his saturated memory unclear. “Oh yeah? Well, leave it behind. We ain’t got room.”
“No! Please!” I couldn’t help but beg.
Satisfaction glimmered in his dark eyes, confirming his thoughts. “Well then, let’s make it fit.”
Frozen, I watched as he lifted the lamp, cracking it against the window frame. It broke, the truck separating from the stand, the streetlamp shattering as it all fell to the mattress on the floor.
“There,” he sneered. “Fit it in or leave it. You have five minutes.”
With shaky hands, I lifted the truck and tucked it into the corner of the one box he allowed me to bring. The rest of the lamp was garbage, damaged beyond repair, so I left it behind. I would have to safeguard the last piece and keep it well hidden.
Tears dripped on the box as I flipped closed the lid.
I lifted my box, and placed my shoes on top, leaving the pillow.
I wiped my face roughly. I would never allow him to see my tears. I would never give him that satisfaction again.
I didn’t look back as I left another piece of my life behind.
There was no point.
MaddoxWITH THE LIGHTS of the city spread out below me, I stared out the window, sipping my whiskey, enjoying the way the rich flavor rolled around my tongue. The low lights reflected my condo in the large pane windows. Tidy, organized, everything in its place. Exactly the way I liked it. Needed it.Behind me, I heard a light tap. I hit the button on the remote, unlocking the door, knowing who was waiting. Soft footfalls headed in my direction, and Dee’s reflection appeared in the glass. Turning, I offered her a smile and a tumbler of whiskey. I knew she’d like this one.“Hey, neighbor.”She shook her head, taking the glass from my hand and settling into the club chair. “You are such a dork. I live ten floors below you. I’m not your neighbor.”I shrugged. “Close enough.” I sat across from her on the sofa. “Seriously, are you settling in?”She held up her whiskey, studied its dark golden color, then took a sip. Her eyes drifted shut as she swallowed. Her hand swept through her hair, th
MaddoxI WAS ALONE once again. Dee never stayed. It was one of our rules. There were many, but that one had never changed or been broken.Pouring another shot of whiskey, I sat on the sofa, thinking of when we met.Deirdre Anne Wilson slid into my life as easily as she slid into the back seat of the limo on the night out for Emmy’s birthday that Bentley arranged. She sat beside me with her long, sexy legs crossed demurely and a smile playing on her full lips.“You must be Maddox.”“Dee, I presume?”“Right in one.”She looked around the interior of the car. “Nice limo.”I grinned and pulled a bottle of champagne from the bucket. “Thanks to Bentley.”She arched an eyebrow my way knowingly. “I think my sister insisted. She has no boundaries.” She glanced over at Cami. “I’m afraid Aiden has his hands full.”I poured her a glass of the bubbly with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t worry about Aiden. He can handle himself.”I thumped the roof of the car and yelled at Bentley to move things along. I wa
Her breathing hitched. “I’m older than you are.”“Three years,” I scoffed. “It’s nothing.”“I’m serious. I don’t do relationships.”“Nor do I.” I bent forward, lowering my voice. “May I be blunt with you?”“I prefer blunt.”“I find you incredibly attractive, Deirdre. Very sexy in your buttoned-up clothes and calm exterior. I’d like to see what happens when you’re naked and aroused.” I tilted my head, studying her. “Like now—are you aware in the past few minutes, your breathing picked up and your eyes darkened? You have the loveliest color across your cheeks. Even the tips of your ears are pink. I wonder how far down I could make you flush that way.”Her color deepened, but she didn’t flinch. She shifted closer, our knees pressed together under the table. Her normally husky voice was even lower, turning me on. “You want honest?”I nodded.“I think you’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met, Maddox. I see how your toned body moves when you walk, and I imagine you moving in me. You use
MaddoxAIDEN STROLLED INTO my office, a file tucked under his arm, a box in one hand and coffees in the other. With a grin, he sank down in a chair across from my desk.“Hey, Mad Dog.”“Hey.”He opened the box with a flourish and handed me a cinnamon bun, one of my weaknesses. I took it with a shake of my head. “I think you keep the café downstairs in business.”He bit into his lemon Danish, chewing and swallowing. “They make amazing baked goods.” He handed me a coffee. “Sandy is out with Bentley, so I had to get creative.”I laughed at his statement. “You know as well as I do there is always coffee in the thermal pot.”He shook his head. “Nope. Reid pulled another all-nighter. He has the pot on his desk with a straw.” He rolled his eyes. “The kid is gonna be wired.”“In more ways than one. What’s he working on now?”“More Ridge Towers stuff. He’s full of ideas.”“He’s full of something.” I sipped my coffee. “Where are Bent and Sandy?”“Looking at some houses with Van and Olivia.”I c
“We know.”Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at my door, and Jordan Hayes came in, holding a folder. He was the head of our team for Ridge Towers and oversaw every aspect of the project. An older man, he projected an air of calm and authority. He ran a tight crew, had great attention to detail, and didn’t believe in cutting corners.“Great news!”“What’s up?”“We got a whole bunch of building permits pushed through. We’re right on schedule—in fact, ahead at this point. We’ll be breaking ground in a few months.”Aiden and I exchanged grins. “You’re right, that is great news.”“I’ll send you projected dates and you can start your marketing plans.”“Thanks, Jordan.”With a wave, he left.“Bent will be happy to hear that news.”“Yeah, he will.” Aiden reached for the file folder he had carried in. “He wants to go ahead with his idea of exploring other companies for marketing. He wasn’t happy with the last firm.”“I know. Did you come up with some candidates?”“Yeah. I go
She scowled, dropping her hand. “Do I have to have a reason to drop by?”I chuckled and shook my head, although deep inside I hoped there was a reason. “No, simply wondering.”“Well, to be honest, I got tired of online shopping, and I fancied some company. Plus, I wanted to see if you would like to come to dinner tomorrow?”I was surprised. Dee never invited me to her place. “Dinner?”“I’m having Cami and Aiden for supper. His favorite food is fried chicken. I thought you might like to join us.”A home-cooked meal, good friends, and the pleasure of her company?“I would. Thank you.”She settled into her chair with a sigh. “Great.”“You don’t strike me as the type to online shop.”“Oh?” She laughed lightly. “What type am I?”“Tactile,” I answered promptly. “You’re the kind of person who would want to touch the fabric, feel the textures of something you purchase.”I knew that because I was the same way.She smiled in acknowledgement. “Normally, I would agree with you. But when it comes
Then that’s what you get.” I crashed my lips to hers, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She clutched at my neck as I continued to tease her nipples, the buds erect and pushing against my fingers. I kissed her hard, needing her taste, wanting to feel her tongue wrapped around mine. I sucked and licked at her, biting her lips and teasing her breasts. She arched into my touch, whimpering low. I broke away, and before she could react, I spun her around. I ran my fingers down her arms, placing her hands on my desk and easing her torso down to the cold glass of the desktop.“Like this, Deirdre. Tonight, I’m having you like this.”She shivered, spreading her arms wide and lifting her ass. Slowly, I peeled her leggings down, smirking at the lace stretched over her ass. Red. Sexy.In the way.Hooking my fingers around the sides, I tugged. “I hope these are disposable.”She groaned. “I just bought them.”“For me?” I tugged again, feeling the elastic begin to tear. I already knew the answer. Sh
“I think-I think I need it. I need that from you, Maddox.”“Tell me.”“I have to be in control all the time,” she confessed. She shivered, and I grabbed her sweatshirt, draping it over her body. I was afraid if I moved, she would stop talking.“When I’m with you, you take over. I don’t have to think. Only feel.” She sighed again. “I so rarely get to feel.”“I like making you feel.” I flexed my hips, feeling myself begin to harden beneath her. “I like when you lose yourself with me.” I slipped my hand under her chin, bringing her to my mouth. “I like being with you.”“Me too.”She tightened around me as I slid through her wetness, making me groan.“Are you sore?”“A bit.”I lifted my hips, making her whimper. “I can be gentle.” I guided my hand between her legs, teasing her. “We can take it slow and easy.” I kissed her mouth, dipping my tongue inside her sweetness, tapping her clit with my finger. “One more time, Deirdre, for me.”“Slow,” she whispered.“Yeah, baby,” I promised, reachi