he growls out, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel so damn good. All mine.”
After a few seconds, he begins moving in a slow, steady rhythm, every hard inch stretching me for him. He’s right. I’m his and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give for a million more moments with him like this. He has ruined me for all other men, because no one will ever come close to comparing to Madden. He’s my rock star and I plan to keep him.
His teeth scrape across my neck as he rotates his hips. This man knows what he’s doing, and I’m seconds away from an orgasm if he keeps moving his body so perfectly.
“Come for me, Nat,” he growls against my ear. “Show me that you’re mine. Only mine.”
Two more deep thrusts and my pussy clenches around his dick as an orgasm explodes through me. It’s so intense that I scream out and grip the sheet, my body thrashing below him.
“So goddamn beautiful when you come for me, babe.” His lips capture mine, before he pulls me onto him so that I’m straddling him. He’s careful at first—barely moving—before he grips my hip just the way I like and moves me up and down, hard and fast until he fills me with his cum.
The way he looks at me as he fills me has me losing my shit and coming for a second time. Just it being Madden is hot enough, but knowing that he’s in love with me too does something to me that I’ve never felt before.
I know without a doubt that I made the right choice. Madden is the right Parker brother for me. He’s my Parker brother, and I’m here for the long run. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips, wanting to reassure him that I’ve made up my mind. “Only you.”
“Fuck, babe.” He grips the back of my head with both hands and roughly kisses me. “I love you so much. It’s me and you. Whatever it takes I’ll make it work, and I’ll always put you first—before myself, before my band, and before anyone else in my life. You’re no longer an afterthought for someone else. You’re my number one. I won’t hurt you, Nat. That’s a promise.”
“I trust you,” I whisper, running my hands through his sweaty hair. “That’s why I’m here giving you my heart. I’m not going anywhere. No more breaks. No more time. I know what I want and that’s you. Always.”
His lips crash against mine as he lays me on my back. He’s still hard inside of me, and when he begins moving again, taking me slow and deep, I hold onto him for dear life, enjoying every second of his hands, mouth and body on me.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling—having someone love me the way Madden does. I know it may not be an easy road ahead, figuring things out with his lifestyle, but I’m all in and ready to see what the future holds.
CHAPTER THIRTY
NATALIE
TWO MONTHS LATER…
I swear I’ll never get used to seeing Madden on stage surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans. It’s so much different than experiencing on a screen, which is how I’ve been watching their concerts over the years. I never imagined I’d be here, backstage, watching from a few feet away. Eight concerts later and it still feels surreal.
What is even more insane to me is that the moment the last song ends and he says goodnight to the crowd, he’s going to walk straight to me, pull me into his arms, and tell me how much he loves me. He’s done this after each concert, and every single time I fall more in love with him.
I never knew I could love someone the way I love Madden. I never imagined I’d need to be with someone every minute of the day or I’d miss them, but I feel that with Madden. I don’t see that changing anytime soon either.
“All right, Chicago! It’s been a fucking blast, but we have to call it a night soon. Make some noise if you want one last song!”
The crowd goes wild as Madden, Landon, and Hendrix throw their arms up to hype up the crowd. The screams and whistles are deafening as I join in making my own noise. It feels so good to be able to cheer them on and show my support. I wasn’t lying when I told Madden at the cabin that RISK is one of my