Chapter Thirteen
Linc
He couldn’t explain his need to stay. All he knew was that there was no way he was leaving. Linc wanted Madden again. Hell, the second he left her body, he’d wanted back in. Sex with Madden was indescribable. It was like the best high of his life. He was utterly addicted to her. When Madden went to take her bubble bath he got dressed. He promised her wine, he’d get her wine. But he sure as hell wasn’t going all the way into town. He had plans for that bubble bath. He’d unpack while she slept. After he was done with her, she was going to need a nap anyway.
Linc opened Madden’s front door and peeked around. He sent out his shifter senses, taking every tiny noise he heard, and analyzing it, making sure no one was around. When he was satisfied the only things watching him were crickets and one lone squirrel, he sprinted over to Keller and Molly’s. They always had wine. He jogged up the driveway to the front door so they would think he drove here. He knocked twice before letting himself in. “Hey. Anyone naked?” You never knew with these mated couples. Fucked like rabbits, they did.
Molly came into the room, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “No. No one is naked. What are you doing here? I thought you had a date.”
“I did. I do. Uh, it’s still going on.” He followed Molly into the kitchen and saw Keller at the table reading the paper. “Domestic. And old school. Dude, get an iPad.”
“Shut up.” Keller refolded his paper like an expert. “What are you doing here?” He checked his watch. “Don’t tell me your date is already over? Stamina going downhill, old man?”
Linc flipped off his packmate on his way to Molly’s wine rack. “Can I borrow a bottle of wine? I told her that I’d bring a bottle over, but I really don’t want to go to the store.”
Molly turned, gesturing with a wooden spoon as she spoke. “You drove all the way here to get wine?”
“Uh, yeah, she lives outside of town.” Obviously if he was on a date in town, going to the grocery store would be more convenient. All thoughts of Madden naked and dripping with bubbles had muddled his brain. That chick was making him lose his damn mind.
Molly narrowed her eyes and studied him for a few seconds. Was he caught? Were his lies that obvious? He held his breath waiting for her to call him out, but finally she turned back to the stove. “Take whatever you want.”
Linc grabbed a bottle of red with a pretty black and silver logo. He studied the label, but the words meant nothing to him. He hated wine. “Is this good?”
Molly peered at the bottle, trying to read it from across the room. “Does she like Merlot?”
Linc shrugged. “Fuck if I know. Wine is wine, right?” Molly rolled her eyes but didn’t answer him. He reached for the handle of the back door, getting back to Madden still the only real thing he was focusing on.
“Where are you going?” Keller was looking at him like he was crazy. “You’re parked out front.”
“Oh. Right.” Linc spun on his heels and made a beeline for the front door. “Thanks for the wine. See you at Dom’s for dinner tomorrow.” He shut the door without waiting on a response and then booked it back to Madden’s.
Linc made sure to lock the door before heading to the kitchen to find a corkscrew. He saw her drink wine earlier so he knew she had to have already unpacked one. He dug around in a few drawers, fist pumping the air when he found it. He grabbed a clear plastic cup off the counter and filled it to the brim. That was a good amount, right? He liked his beer full to the top; same goes with wine? Sure. He speed-walked to the bathroom, careful not to spill and threw the door open.
Madden was sitting in a tub full of bubbles, just like he’d been imagining. Her hair was still up on her head but a few pieces were falling around her face. Her eyes were closed, but when he opened the door, a smile graced her perpetually glossy lips.
“I brought you wine.”
She opened one eye and peered over at him. “That was fast.”
“I stole it from Molly.”
“And then used it as an excuse to barge in on my relaxing bubble bath?” She sat up, letting the suds fall down her body, making no attempt to cover up. His fantasy come real fucking true.
Linc licked his lips. “Yes.”
Madden held out her hand, taking the full glass of wine from him. She took a big gulp and then settled back into the fragrant water. “Well? You getting in?”
Linc was so happy he wanted to cry. He’d planned on invading her space, but he didn’t know if she would throw him out and demand he go unpack or not. Madden was a wild card if he’d ever seen one. He tore his clothes off and then stepped into the large garden tub, sitting down slowly across from her. The bubbles smelled like flowers and the water was hot. He grabbed her foot in his hands, rubbing his thumbs into the sole.
She let out a contented sigh. “Don’t think you are getting out of unpacking my kitchen.”
He grinned, moving his hands to her calf. “Don’t you worry, baby. After I spend some time tucking you in, I’ll go unpack.”
Madden nodded and closed her eyes once again, turning to putty in his willing and able hands.
She hadn’t corrected him when he’d called her baby that time.