Chapters (33)
- Cover
- The
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- A Note to Readers
- The Wicked World
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- More Books By Melissa Foster
- Acknowledgments
- Meet Melissa
Her climax consumed her as he came in hot spurts all over her breasts, jaw tight, eyes never leaving hers. He was a glorious sight, enraptured by her, by them, branding her from the outside as he had from the inside, and she knew at that moment, his was all she ever wanted to be.
THEY STUMBLED OUT of the restaurant twenty minutes later in hysterics. After cleaning themselves up, they’d found two women waiting to use the restroom. They’d left the remaining food uneaten, paid their bill, and headed straight out the door. Even with the embarrassment, Madigan wouldn’t trade that experience for anything.
“We’re going to be banned from that restaurant.” Tobias wrapped his arm snuggly around Madigan’s shoulders and kissed her temple.
“It could have been worse.”
He looked at her doubtfully as they made their way to her Jeep. “How’s that?”
“We could have found my mom or my aunt waiting outside the restroom.”
“Aw, shit. I’m in enough trouble with Blaine. I don’t need the rest of your family hating me.” He unlocked the passenger door and gazed down at her. “I’m crazy about you, Mads, but I really hate what’s going on with Blaine. I never wanted to cause trouble for you.”
“I don’t like what’s going on with him, either, but he’s acting ridiculous. You came back and owned up to everything. He’s got no reason to be against us. Whatever hair he has up his ass will eventually work itself out. It always does. This is how he argues. You should have seen him with Maverick when they were younger. My parents fostered Maverick before they adopted him, and my mom said that Blaine wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was asserting his dominance as the alpha brother or something. But what matters is that he got over it, and he’ll get over this, too.”
“I hope you’re right.” He glanced back at the restaurant. “I guess we suck at eating out.”
“Actually, I think you excel at eating out, and from what I just experienced, I’d say I’m not so bad at sucking.”
He chuckled. “As true as that is, tonight was supposed to be a romantic date, and then I got carried away at your place. It doesn’t take much when I’m with you. The looks you were giving me when I got off my bike got me all worked up.”