Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Jackson ~ ~
An unforgiving ray of light beat down on my eyelids as I woke up with a scowl, until I felt the sweet weight of a warm body tucked into my body, and an arm draped across my chest and blonde hair tickling my chin.
It had been a hell-of-a long time since I'd woken up with a woman in my bed... Well, technically, it wasn't my bed.
But this wasn't just any woman. No. This was Maddy, Maddy Lockwood.
Listening to her soft, even breaths, it kindled something deep inside me. Every instinct told me to do whatever it took to keep her here with me—never let her go.
Taking a deep breath, I inhaled as much as I could get of her sweetness inside my lungs. Her smell was a heady mixture of everything good, from honeysuckle and rain to fresh hay and apple pie, but nothing you could pinpoint or clearly identify... It's just Maddy.
It brought with it a smile, albeit one tinged with a tightness that expanded in my chest as the night before replayed in my head. I gave her a gentle squeeze. Shit. My ears pricked and my heart almost stopped before starting again as Maddy mumbled then moaned softly in her sleep, and shifted, hooking her leg over mine and her small hand crept up my chest as her head tilted up with her cute nose now nuzzling my throat.
Christ, I dreamt of this.
I gulped as the warmth of her thigh was now dangerously close to my morning wood. Which I had no control over.
It twitched, letting me know it was wide awake. Shit. Not that I needed reminding. And trust me, I tried to ignore the wave of awareness that swept across my skin, but the truth was I'd been hard since I turned around in the kitchen to find her standing there, smiling shyly. And now it was flat out refusing to go away. Damn thing had a mind of its own. But in its defence, it hadn't had the pleasure of a woman for months, although it had seen a fair amount of hand action.
Forcing a deep, measured breath, Maddy mumbled again but softened against me.
I wished something else would soften as I slipped a hand down to try and adjust my underwear.
Muttering under my breath, I turned my head, catching the clock. It was coming up to six. And although I needed to take my medication, I was in no rush to move and hoped she wouldn't wake up soon, especially after her disturbed night's sleep.
The night before, Maddy had turned in just after ten and me and Logan had stayed up talking, or rather him grilling me on why I'd come back home. We had one beer each, but it sat uneasily in my stomach, knowing I was hiding the truth from him.
He eventually gave up, heading to bed, and I made my way up shortly after him. Sleep was slow to come with so much on my mind, but finally, my tiredness won out. Although it was brief as shortly after two, something ripped from my fitful sleep.
