Chapter 64: Maddox

Sawyer follows Bryn into a room down a short hallway next to the living room and I take this time to get a good look at the place. It’s cozy. Sawyer must have picked the furniture and TV because they scream man cave, but there are soft blankets and pillows everywhere. The plain metal and black wood table in front of the couch has flowers and random items that are clear evidence that a woman lives here. It’s as if Bryn has infused the place with her presence.

That’s what I felt when I first touched her. Like she was infusing herself into me and feeding an obsession I didn’t know I was capable of. Not the creepy kind where I will hide in the bushes and snap private pictures of her in her room or something like that, but more like I want to be around her as much as possible. In a non-creepy way, that is.

Shit, no matter how I say it or think about it, I sound like a fucking creep.

“Hey man. Bryn wants you to crash in bed with us,” Sawyer says when he walks back into the room.

I jolt back and give him a horrified look. “What?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Calm down, bro. She wants you to sleep in our bed. I will be on the other side, nowhere close to you.”

Oh, thank god. I was ready to go on a whole rant about me being very much into girls. Sawyer and I are buddies but with guys its sort of don’t ask, don’t tell. I slept with a lot of girls and so did he. That was enough of an explanation between us, but for a second there he had me worried.

“Are you sure? That seems to be too much. I mean, it's nice enough of you guys to let me come here. I’m cool with sleeping on the couch.” I give it a quick glance and am satisfied that it will be comfortable enough to sleep on for the night.

When I look back at Sawyer, he has his arms crossed over his chest and he’s glaring at me.

“What?”

“Bryn is pregnant, hormonal and tired. She said she wants you to sleep next to her so she can cuddle you like you are a giant teddy bear. Do you want to go in there and tell her you rather sleep on the couch? Because I won’t be doing it. I prefer my dick intact.” He says with no humor in his voice.

He’s dead serious about this.

“She wants to cuddle me? Me?”

Wasn’t she saying how weird it was with me and Sawyer joking around about sharing girls?

“Look man…she’s different from most of the girls you’ve been with in more ways than one. She gets too much in her head sometimes and feels weird about asking for what she really wants. Being pregnant has only amplified her feelings when she wants or needs something, but it has also made her feel worse about asking for it. So when she says she wants to cuddle with you and have me spooning her from behind, making her into a Bryn sandwich, I don’t pause or ask questions. I give her what she wants because she’s carrying and growing a tiny human and deserves everything she wants. Including you…in our bed. Got it?”

He’s a little scary right now, but I’m with him. Bryn needs this and I’m sweet on her, so I’ll do it if it makes her happy.

“Yeah okay. If you’re cool with it.”

He laughs. “Come on, man, I’m beat.”

He turns and heads back to the room without waiting for me. I hesitate for a second. All the talk of being with Bryn was just that…talk. This would be something real, even if it’s just a small thing. Only it doesn’t feel small…it feels like a huge step in a new direction. My head hurts when I think about what tomorrow will be like. I’m off the team and I have no idea what I will be going back to. Sawyer wants to get me transferred here, but what if he can’t? What will I do then?

My coach has enough influence to ruin my college career at West easily.

Everything is broken, but the thought of sleeping with Bryn cuddled against me is making it easy for me to push that shit aside. I think I need this just as much as she does. So I follow Sawyer into the room and stop just inside. Bryn is already in bed, leaning against a few pillows. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun and her face is slightly pink like she’s just washed it. When she sees me, that pink turns a little darker and a shy smile works its way onto her face.

“Come on.” She says, patting the bed next to her.

Her soft voice is like a siren song that I can’t resist, and I’m moving without a second of resistance.

“Wait!” she says, just as I’m about to join her.

She frowns and looks me over. “You can’t sleep in that.” She points to my jeans and T-shirt.

“I didn’t exactly pack pajamas.” I point out with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes. “I know, but I’m not sleeping next to you with you wearing scratchy jeans. So lose them.”

Sawyer comes out of the bathroom with a smirk on his face. “Just do what she says, man.”

I look back at Bryn, and she’s looking at me expectantly.

“You were worried about this being weird and now you want me to strip for you?” I tease as I pop the button on my jeans and slowly pull down the zipper.

Her eyes are locked on my hands, and she visibly swallows when my jeans drop to the floor. I clear my throat and her eyes snap up to my face again. She blinks away the spark of lust in her eyes and she tries to act unaffected.

“Don’t make it into something dirty. I just want you to be comfortable.” She says, but I pick up on the little hike of pitch in her voice.

Now I’m the one smirking and I decide to go a step forward and pull my shirt off as well. Her eyes are back on me and her mouth drops open slightly. I make a show of dropping my shirt on the floor and leaning down so that we’re eye to eye.

“If you wanted to see me naked, sweetheart, you only had to ask.” I’m messing with her, but the way her eyes are dilating is making me hard.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My eyes lower to her mouth where her pink lips are parted and they look so soft. I want to close the space between us and taste them, but I also don’t want to move too fast. Like she said, we just met, and even though I would happily pin her down and make her scream my name, I also don’t want to be an asshole. She’s been kind to me and my weird pull to her is no excuse for me to act like a horny caveman. So I don’t move and I wait to see what she will do.

My eyes are still fixed on her mouth when her tongue darts out to moisten them. I swallow and try to think of anything other than the image of her mouth on me. Fuck, it’s hard, pun intended.

“For fuck's sake, just kiss already. Your sexual tension is making me uncomfortable over here.” Sawyer blurts from the other side of the bed.

I look up from Bryn’s mouth so that I can see her reaction to his idea. Her eyes are wide, but she isn’t pulling away.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” I whisper.

Her mouth snaps shut, and she swallows before letting out a shuttered breath. “Yes, please.” She says softly.

I smile and reach out to cup her face. Her eyes flutter shut and I close the distance between us. The kiss is just a brush of the lips at first so that I can test the waters, but she flicks her tongue out again and it brushes my bottom lip. It makes me shiver, and the feeling drops straight down and makes everything a lot more uncomfortable. She grabs my wrist like she’s hoping it will anchor her and a small whine passes those soft lips and I’m gone. I kiss her again, but this time I slide my tongue between her lips and taste her deeper. She pushes closer to me and I’m moving, breaking the kiss only for a second.

Soon I’m the one sitting on the bed and she’s straddling me and we’re kissing like we can’t breathe unless we’re connected. My hand digs into her hair and she grinds down on me, making me growl.

“Shit, that’s hot.” I hear Sawyer say, and that stops everything.

Bryn and I break apart, but our eyes are locked on each other as we suck in some needed air. She looks rumpled and sexy, but also disappointed.

“You need to rest after today.” She says with a sigh. “We probably shouldn’t have gotten you so excited like that.”

“Do you regret it, then?” I ask.

She smiles. “No. Do you?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good. Because I definitely want to do that again.” She winks and climbs off me.

I drop my head back and curse my luck. Now my head and my dick are throbbing.