Chapter 123: Bryn

I can feel Maddox behind me before he even touches me, but I try to play it cool. He’s locked us in here so I know what he wants but I’m going to play with him a little and pretend I have no idea what he’s thinking. My big teddy bear is too sweet sometimes that I want to see him take what he wants with a little more aggression instead of sweet-talking me. Not that I don’t like the sweet way he makes love to me, but I know there is something more in there and I want to pull it out of him.

His hands rest on my hips and I try to hide a shiver. His thumbs are brushing the small sliver of skin exposed between my top and my skirt. A second later he lowers his head and rests it on my shoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” He says softly.

“I can’t believe we’re here. Or that I get to marry you tonight.” I add turning my head to look at him.

He’s so close so when he turns his head at the same time our lips brush against each other. That’s all the motivation he needs before he wraps his arms around me and kisses me again but deeper this time. I sigh into the kiss and he groans. He didn’t drag me to the bed and rip my clothes off which is sort of what I was hoping for. I break the kiss and turn in his arms to look up at him.

“Why are you always so careful and sweet with me?” I ask.

He tilts his head and gives me a confused look. “What do you mean sweetheart?”

“I mean, the way you play on the ice…you’re a powerhouse but with me, you’re always so careful. I’m not breakable Maddox. Don’t hold back because you’re worried I’ll get hurt.” I tell him.

His lips kick up in a smirk. “Sweetheart look at me. I’m a fucking beast and look at you. You’re a tiny thing, I’m always worried I’ll be too rough with you. Those guys on the ice are huge and wear a ton of padding so I don’t have to worry about going after them. Besides, why would I treat you like that?”

I shake my head. “I don’t mean you tackling me, but you know…some guys like to be a little rough…you know…in the bedroom.” This is turning into an awkward conversation. “I just wonder if there are things you like that you don’t do with me because you think it will hurt me.”

He takes my hand and leads me over to the bed crouching down in front of me. “Hockey is a very physical sport and it lets me get out all my anger and aggression without actually hurting anyone. By the time I’m done with practice and games I don’t feel any anger or a need to be controlling and dominating. I like being gentle with someone after all that hardness. You aren’t fragile sweetheart, I know that, but you’re precious to me. I never want to be rough with you.”

I smile because it’s so him to say that. He treats me like something to be treasured, and I didn’t expect anything less but I thought maybe he was holding back.

“Okay,” I tell him not really sure what else I can say.

“Okay?” He gives me a look like he isn’t sure if this subject is closed so I lift myself on my toes and kiss him.

“Okay. As long as you aren’t holding back with me because you don’t think I can handle what you want then okay.”

He watches me for a second and then returns my smile. “Good. Now can I take you to bed or do we have more to discuss?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Take me.”

He lowers his hands down grabbing my thighs and lifting me up forcing me to wrap my legs around him. His mouth is on mine as soon as we’re face to face and one of his hands runs down my thigh so he can cup my bottom and hold me tighter against him. He carries me over to the bed and lowers us down without dislodging me or breaking the kiss. My hands move from around his neck and into his hair. It’s getting longer and I love it. There’s enough of it where I can tug it a little making him chuckle.

“I think you’re the one that wants to get a little rough sweetheart. Do you like pulling my hair? What else would you like to do?” He smirks down at me and I feel my face heat.

Honestly I never really thought about what other kinds of things I would like to try in the bedroom. I usually followed the lead of the guys because there wasn’t anything they’ve done that I haven’t liked, but we never explored anything too extreme.

“Do you want to take control?” He asks and I swallow nervously.

Did I?

“I don’t know,” I admit to him.

He lets me go and stands. I push up to sit on the end of the bed and wait. When he just stands there I start to fidget wondering what he’s waiting for.

“Mad-“

“Undress me.” He says calmly.

“What?” I ask even though I heard him perfectly well.

“Undress me and tell me what you want me to do.” He says.

I blink up at him both confused and intrigued.

“I don’t know what I want. I’ve never…explored anything before.” I admit.

“You read plenty of dirty books sweetheart, I’m sure there has been something in them that you have wanted to try.” He says and I feel my face and the tips of my ears get very hot.

There have been a lot of books that had scenes that were nothing like the stuff I’ve done before and seem a little too extreme, but I admit I’m curious. I’ve never wanted to be tied down or anything like that…in theory, but imagining maybe Nolan doing that to me makes me feel hot all over for a whole other reason. He seems like the type who would like to be in control like that.
I don’t know why I never asked any of the guys whether they would like to experiment in the bedroom. Maybe because they never seemed to mind how things were now, but for some reason I’m curious. Maddox isn’t wrong about the books I read, especially since the current one is a dark mafia romance. The main male lead is very dominant and a little intense, so it had me wondering if my guys were hiding a darker side.

It’s probably silly since I’ve been with them long enough that I assume they would have mentioned any desires

“Are you sure you want me to take over?” I ask Maddox and he nods.

I pull in a deep breath and stand facing him. He’s dressed in blue jeans, a short sleeve black button-up shirt and a pair of white sneakers. Nothing fancy but he looks handsome as hell, so I take a minute just to admire him just like this. He doesn’t move or rush me or even say a word while I stare at him. It seems dumb I’m sure but we’re always so busy that it’s not often I get time like this especially lately. He and Sawyer have been practicing a lot so they will be ready to play after we get back home.

If we had stayed they would be practicing right now and for the next week, and once the season starts they’ll be super busy. So this might be the last time in a little while that I can really appreciate a quiet moment with one of them. I’ll have to do something like this with Sawyer too!

Finally, I step closer and slide my hands under his shirt enjoying the feel of his toned stomach. I can feel the muscle clench under my touch and he sucks in a breath when my fingers brush across his chest. My hands move back down and out so that I can grab the fabric in the center of the shirt, and I pull hard. The shirt rips open and buttons go flying. I laugh a little and he smiles.

“I thought that would be a lot sexier than it was,” I admit making him laugh more.

“I don’t think everything you read will come out exactly how it's written.” He points out.

He makes a good point. Some of the things men say in these books would sound ridiculous unless said by a similar man. One example I can think of is Fifty Shades of Grey. Yeah, some of those phrases did not come out as sexy as they sounded in the book. Anyway, I digress.

Forgetting the trying to be a seductive temptress I slide his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

It’s like unwrapping a sexy present, and I’m not even done yet.