Maddox's POV

My mind was reeling as I gripped the steering wheel of my truck. I continued watching the black sleek motorcycle in front of me as we sped our way back to the house. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the sexy ass siren riding her bike like a damn pro. 

The way she didn't even question when I showed up at her practice but was happy to see me. I had a sense of pride for my girl when we got there. Some of the guys said they never seen her so they tagged along. They clearly were not expecting Z to be such a beast on the mat. Shit, I was even impressed watching the way she was able to flip her body through the air. I loved how her eyes were shocked but lit up within seconds of seeing me. It warmed me the way I affected her... cause she sure as hell has an effect on me. 

The practices this last week haven't been the easiest but every night Zethora was there to hear me bitch and moan about it. Surreal. That was the word I came up with to describe us. Our lives have been in sync and she has become a huge part of my everyday routine. Surprising her today wasn't in my plans but the coach sprung a press conference on me because a LOT of questions were asked about my previous absence from the game. 

Her body stiffened when my teammates got closer and I noticed the way her muscles tensed just by a simple touch from Gabe. All he did was slap her on the shoulder for her insane routine and she was rigid as a board. Remembering her past, I was quick to interfere. Pulling her into my side instantly had her muscles loosening, once again making my ego inflate. 

I can still picture her face when I recommended her riding with me. She fucking loves that bike like it's her child. Shock was all I felt when she gave me the keys and slid back. I climbed on an instantly felt her body wrap against mine. I felt my blood begin simmering from the simple gesture but when her hands began... exploring, I was on fire. Her hands were a fucking tease... and boy did she know how to dip them just enough to make me stop her. I couldn't stop feeling the warmth of her palms driving me nuts the entire ride. 

Arriving at the arena, my nerves began to go into overdrive and she knew it. She kept me calm when my internal suffering began to subside. Climbing onto the stage and seeing her out of my side view helped keep me in check. The fucking nerve of the female reporter questioning her being mute almost caused me to loose my cool... Hell, I'm sure I did better than expected. The entire room could see my animosity towards the report. It was visible to all. Then my nerves had to go into overdrive when a question was asked about our future. We haven't discussed it yet and that alone... terrified me. We hadn't said it yet but I knew I was head over heals in love with her. It was clear as day that she was my future. My future fiance, my future wife, and then mother to my kids. I didn't care that it hasn't been that long. No one has ever made me feel the way she does nor stuck by my side when I needed it. 

Then she did it. She stepped forward letting everyone know she was all in, she was taken. She took my hand and the reporters went wild. The cameras were flashing, reporters were yelling questions. I answered in the most honest way before getting her off the stage. I have had enough pain in these last few weeks to last a life time and today was the first time I felt good. So rather than continue letting the grieve control me... I'm controlling it. 

I want my girl right now and that's all I can focus on. Pulling up to the house. She swings her long legs graciously over the bike. Taking the helmet off and flipping her hair back like a sex commercial, I couldn't stop ogling her. She turned to me smirking as she walked up to the door. I followed like a man on a damn mission. Zethora left the door open as she walked in. I walked in closing the door putting the lock in place... I sure as hell didn't want to be interrupted right now. 

Zethora stood there and I could see the desire on her face. Her eyes hooded. Her breathing was labored causing her chest to heave. Her mouth slightly parted and face flushed. The only thread of control I had vanished when she began to slowly unbutton her denim shirt. I closed the gap between us diving down onto her lips. Her lips parted allowing my tongue to scavenge each corner of her mouth. Her hands were quick to find the hem of my shirt yanking it up. I broke the kiss just long enough to feel it come off of me. My hands went down to her shirt but I ripped it open hearing the buttons hit the floor. She had on a red lace bra and fuck me if I couldn't explode from that view alone. 

"Maddox" 

Her whimper brought me back as I grabbed the back of her knees making her jump to wrap her legs around my waist. Her mouth crashed to mine making me growl. Her fingers were threading in my hair scratching my scalp with her nails. A groan escaped me as I walked us to the nearest object. My mind was too far gone to try making it successfully to the room. Her pelvic against mine was NOT helping my coordination at all. 

We made it to the kitchen table where I quickly brushed my arm across watching as some papers went flying to god knows where. Laying her down still kissing her, my body blankets hers. I let my lips leave hers but to never loose contact as it traveled to her sweet spot. Sucking her conjunction between her neck and shoulder made her moan causing the beast in me to nip at her like a fucking animal. 

She began to fiddle with my jeans button trying to get them open. I chuckled and leaned back. Her body arching to make contact once again with me. I gripped the remains of her shirt helping her get it off her arms before working on her bra. I slid my hand to her back hearing the satisfying snap of the clip. I slowed down my movements for a minute relishing in her body as I pealed away the red lace torturing device. She watched me with her eyes fully dilated. Her hands slowly zipping down my jeans. Her palm slid in to feel the silk of the boxers barely containing my extreme hard on. 

"Fuck Zethora..." 

I groaned at the contact and deciding no more fucking floor play. I went to her tight jeans opening them up to yank them off seeing the match red lace panties making me curse yet again. I pulled them off as well knowing she would get mad if I kept ruining her panties. 

"Please Maddox" 

I quickly removed my own barriers as she laid on the hard wooden table staring at me. Her hands wandering over her body playing with her breast. My appreciation for her body coming forth ten fold. I stepped back into her legs as she whimpered again. I lean down putting one of her breast into my mouth hearing her gasp. My length feeling her heat that was thoroughly soaked. I grunted as I began moving my hips forward and back letting her inner lips part for me. She moaned loudly as her back arched off the table. My lips popped off her nipple and she didn't wait to grip my neck pulling my lips back to hers. I felt her push further against me and knew she wanted this just as bad. 

My tip met her entrance and I pushed slowly in. Her body still not used to this and it has been a few weeks since our first time. I groaned feeling her walls encase me as her breast brushed against my chest. 

"Zethora... Fuck sweetheart!"

I couldn't even make coherent sentences which didn't seem to bother her. I began pumping into her and her head fell to the side enjoying the ride. I stood up straight thrusting hard hitting a spot that made her tremble. I continued hitting that spot for a few more minutes loving the way her hips rolled with mine. The table moving under us in protest. 

"Harder Sugar.." 

Her breathless moan making me growl. I stepped back for a brief moment making her head jolt up. I rotated one of her legs over making her flip to her stomach. I pulled her hips back so her legs were on the floor but her stomach and chest were pressed to the table. 

"Do you trust me sweetheart?"

She nodded her head as I entered her from behind. Our moans matched at the new angle. I gripped her hips and started slowly but quickly picking up the pace. My body couldn't get enough of hers. Pounding into her as our skin slapped against each other was pure euphoric. I leaned my head down onto her back feeling us both getting close. 

"Maddox, I- I.."

I groaned knowing from her walls clenching me that she has reached another one. My thrust going fast and hard as my own high came. We tumbled over the edge together coated in a thin film of sweat. I kissed her spine feeling her shiver. Slowly pulling out already hating the loss of contact. She turned over onto her back as I step forward between her weak legs kissing her tenderly. Jesus, that was... mind blowing. 

It's then I realize I didn't use protection. Fuck, it was the heat of the moment! My head snaps up and Zethora looks to me questionably. Her eyes searched mine until a small satisfied smile spread across her lips. 

"Sugar, I got on the pill right after our first time together." 

I dropped my head to her chest feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Her giggles rippling through her chest. 

"Shit, I'm sorry... I didn't think." 

Zethora stops me by rubbing my hair gently massaging my scalp. I close my eyes as we continue to remain naked in each other's embrace in the kitchen. Zethora's chest begins to rumble again making me look to her in question. She is looking to the side of the kitchen and I couldn't help but bust out laughing. Her laughter following. There lying in the kitchen of the room was Fox.. Her paw covering her eyes. 

"We owe her a treat... don't you think?"