Page 36 of Mad Rivals (The Bradley Legacy #1)

Felt Like Forever

The last two weeks have been a total whirlwind as I commute between Chicago and California. The schedule is already pressing on me, and I’m not sure I really need to be working in the Chicago office as much as LA needs me.

And that’s what I tell my dad on a Friday morning when I’m back from another blissful few days with Madden.

“I could fly home when I’m needed for SCS and otherwise work out of the Aliso Viejo office,” I say. “But after only two weeks, I already know I can’t do this long-term. Four hours on a plane plus a time change is killing me.”

My father clears his throat as he stares at me. “You look exhausted.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, but it’s true. My flight got in late, and by the time I waited for my luggage and drove home, it was well after midnight. Now I’m back at the office bright and early at eight, but the jet lag is real and definitely pulling me down.

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, like why it’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 find it, 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.

I don’t flip over but spread my legs as directed, and he gently lifts my thighs to set a pillow under them to give him the right angle to fuck me this way.

I feel his fingers first, and he slides them down right into my waiting, greedy pussy.

He hisses when he feels how wet I am, and I cry out at the feel of his fingers inside me.

He pulls his fingers out of me and slides them down to my clit, and my hips buck before he moves back inside me .

And then he moves his wet fingers out of my pussy and slides them up toward my ass. He slips a finger in there at the same time that he takes his other hand and slips a finger into my pussy.

The full feeling is absolute bliss as he starts to work both zones simultaneously. I push back to meet each of his fingers thrust for thrust, and the sudden desire for him to fuck me in the ass washes over me.

I’ve never wanted that before. In fact, I’ve been terrified of it. But Madden knows what he’s doing, and I trust that he’ll do everything he can to take care of me.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” I murmur into the pillow.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly, and he slips a second finger into my ass.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan.

Everything stops as I feel him move off the bed, and I feel the bed dip again when he returns a moment later.

“Condom or no?” he asks.

“No,” I cry.

“Fuck,” he hisses. I hear the sound of a bottle squirting, and he pushes a cool liquid into my ass with his fingers a second later. He squirts some more, and I open my eyes and turn to look at what he’s doing.

He’s stroking his own cock with the lube, and the look of absolute pleasure on his face as his neck is corded and he faces the ceiling will forever be burned into my memory.

He leans forward when he catches me looking, and he presses his lips to mine. He opens his mouth, and his tongue tangles with mine even from this strange angle. And then he pulls up, moves over me, and says, “Relax. I’ll go slow. If you need me to stop, just say ‘stop.’”

I’m already relaxed thanks to the massage, so I nod into the pillow as I face down. I force my body to relax as much as I can, and then I feel the tip of his dick poking at a virgin territory .

He pushes in, and it’s a little uncomfortable. It’s bigger than his finger—even than two of his fingers—and I’m not used to his size yet.

Still, I don’t want him to stop.

“Jesus, that’s tight,” he murmurs, and he inches his way in a little more. “Fuck, Kennedy, your ass feels so goddamn good.” He inches in a little more, and it’s some mix of a burning, painful sensation with this flicker of pleasure. “You okay?” he asks gently.

“Yes!” I cry-moan. “It hurts and feels good. Keep going.”

“Up on your knees,” he says, and he pulls at my hips to help me into position. And then he reaches around me to brush my clit with his fingertips.

I moan as he starts to rub my clit in earnest, and I’m biting my bottom lip between my teeth as I reach to grab my nipple.

I need some friction somewhere else, some other place to focus some pain, and I pinch myself hard between my finger and my thumb.

It sends a shot of pleasure straight through me, and as I moan, he slips a finger into my pussy at the same time he slowly pulls his cock back a bit and then slowly rears it forward again.

Holy shit.

It’s full, and it’s wet, and it’s fucking beautiful as I think I start to see stars.

It’s him bare inside me, fucking me in a place that’s never been touched by another man before, and this is a new, shared, intimate and erotic experience for us.

It’s as if what we’re doing is forbidden, and yet…

it isn’t. It’s normal and natural and oh-so-fucking hot.

It draws my soul somehow closer to him as he works hard to pleasure me, picking up speed as he fingers my pussy and fucks my ass. He slips his fingers out to give some attention to my clit, and that’s when I fall completely apart.

I scream out incoherently about the fact that I’m coming.

I can’t writhe the way I want to with his dick in my ass, but my knees give out.

He follows me down as my body moves back into the position we started in, his arm basically crushed under my hip as he continues to stroke my clit even from an odd angle, and his cock continues to fill my ass.

“Oh, fuck, Ken. I’m coming, fuck! I’m coming so goddamn hard in your ass, baby. Oh, fuck,” he groans.

It feels still more slippery as he finishes then pulls out of me, and I wince when he’s fully out.

He leans down and peppers kisses all over my back as his warm liquid starts to leak out of my ass, and he gently reaches down to massage his cum around the ring he was just inside.

It’s gentle and soft, tender in comparison to what we just did.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says. “I want to push my cum into your pussy. I want to fuck your pussy bare next,” he practically snarls, his voice raspy and growly all at the same time. “I want to mark you as mine.”

“I’m yours,” I murmur from beneath him.

He leans down, his body warming me as he presses his lips to my cheek. “And I’m yours.”

He moves off me, and I hear the bathtub running a moment later. He returns and gently turns me to pick me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing, and then he carries me over to the tub. He gently scrubs my shoulders, and the entire room smells like him and his gorgeous shower gel.

I’m spent. Totally wasted. I can’t even lift an arm to help him, and he’s taking care of me in a way that tells me I don’t need to worry about it.

And that’s what this is. That’s what tonight showed me. It was more than just giving him a part of me I’ve never given anyone.

It’s building our trust further, falling deeper, connecting on a new level.

And now that I’ve leveled up to here, there’s no turning back.