All Chapters of I’m All Yours, Maddox: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

His warm breath tickled my skin, a gentle, rhythmic pulse that felt like everything I’d ever secretly wanted.I blinked once—then twice, trying to clear the lingering haze of sleep as my vision slowly brought the features before me into sharp focus.Long, dark eyelashes brushed the top of his high cheekbones, and a dark trace of stubble shadowed his razor-sharp jawline. His lips were parted slightly, breathing softly in a deep, peaceful slumber.Wait... Maddox!My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't the first time he had ended up in my bed, but... his heavy arms were wrapped completely around my waist, holding me flush against his chest as if we had been cuddling like a real couple all day long.Did he seriously cuddle me to sleep after I explicitly told him he didn't have to?And here I was, utterly incapable of peeling my eyes away from him.My gaze stayed glued to my stepbrother, lying right beside me with his hands locked around me like he had zero intention of ever letting me

I stopped dead in my tracks as a teammate stole the puck off my stick, but I didn't give a damn.My gaze was pinned entirely on Jason, who was standing in the bleachers speaking to no one other than Charles.Whatever they were discussing was infuriating my very soul. Jason’s forehead was creased in a heavy frown as if they were arguing, but either way, he had no business standing that close to Charles in broad daylight.Jason lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine across the ice. I could see the faint trace of pure exhaustion washing over his features before he flicked his gaze back to Charles.He mouthed a final sentence, cutting the conversation short, before turning on his heel and striding down the steps toward the locker rooms.I watched him disappear through the double doors before swinging my eyes back to Charles, who was now staring at me with a bored, arrogant expression from the stands.Jesus Christ.He was overstepping every single boundary. I just needed to track down the

“He did what...?” My voice dropped into a deadly, quiet register.My attention was pinned entirely on Jason, who was already looking at me as if he regretted letting the words leave his mouth.“I know it’s my fault, but—”“The fuck it is,” I cut him off sharply, my fists clenching hard at my sides. “How long has this bullshit been going on?”“For a while,” he murmured, looking anywhere but at me. “He wants me to stay away from you. He said if the blog leaks, I’m the one who’ll get destroyed by the fallout... and that breaking things off with you is the only way to stop the video from getting released.”I let out a bitter, dark scoff.Charles actually stooped this fucking low? Who the hell knew he was capable of being such a pathetic coward?“Keep an eye on the food, dish it out, and make sure you take your medicine,” I ordered, ripping off my apron in a hurry. “I’ll be right back.”“Maddox, please!” Jason scrambled to his feet instantly, reaching out to stop me. I halted, turning to g

“You’re ill...” Maddox whispered between the kisses, his husky voice vibrating against my lips. My hands wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him flush against my face.“I’m fine...” I breathed out, my voice raspy and thick with desire.Maddox didn't move away. He just stayed right there, looming over me, his icy gray eyes as calm and striking as a storm cloud.He brought his heavy, calloused hand over my cheek, his large palm cupping my face as his thumb trailed down, dragging across the curve of my lower lip.“Are you sure?” He asked softly, his thumb slowly sliding past my teeth and into my mouth.“Please...” I moaned, opening my mouth wider to give him full access.His thumb slid over my tongue—tasting faintly of salt, leather, and clean male skin.He dipped it deeper into my mouth, his tone instantly shifting into a terrifyingly authoritative register. “Suck.”My tongue twirled around his thumb, his rough skin scratching pleasantly against the roof of my mouth as he pushe

“Okay, guys... We can do this! You all remember what you have to do, I don’t have to remind you, right?” I shouted, slamming my hands together in a loud clap that echoed through the locker room.“I already told you, Captain. I got this,” Michael replied, sliding his helmet over his head and clicking the chin strap into place.I heaved in a deep breath as the heavy door swung open and Coach walked into the room, his sharp eyes scanning the roster. “Everyone ready?” He demanded.“Having Maddox as captain? Bet your ass we’re damn ready,” another one of our teammates answered, pushing himself off the bench along with the rest of the guys.“Let’s go smash them, bro,” Michael said, extending his gloved hand. I locked fingers with him to execute our signature pre-game handshake before the rest of the roster lined up behind him.I exchanged quick taps and handshakes with every single guy as they filed out of the locker room and toward the tunnel.When I reached Charles, I paused for a split s