“Or you could let me give you the money back, then this could be over and done with.” I grab the clutch that was under my arm when I walked into the restaurant, open the flap, and pull out the cash I placed inside. I’d usually never walk around with nearly a thousand dollars in my purse, ever, but I figured this would be the best way to repay Madden.
“Fucking stop, woman. Enjoy a night on my dime. Don’t need or want your money. It was a gift. My dog and I ruined a few of your outings, and your dog lost her virginity in front of a crowd.” Madden tries to muffle his laugh with his hand but isn’t doing a great job of it.
“That was horrifying. You can’t convince me otherwise.” I take the cash out of my bag, attempting to hand it to him.
“It might have been, but you have to admit it was funny, too. Put the money away. If you’re so damn adamant about it, I’ll take it after dinner.” I replace the money in my purse and close the clutch, not wanting it to disappear if it drops, and that’s when I notice Madden’s hand, fingers stroking my tattoo, pulling the dress higher up.
“It was funny, but what exactly do you think you’re doing?” I place my hand on top of his, attempting to stop him from traveling further north. The reason for stopping him is simple: this man makes me stupid, makes me forget our surroundings, completely, and when our eyes lock, his green to my brown, it’s like I’m in a different place or time. He doesn’t respond, not that it’s necessary, even with my hand on top of his. It’s me who moves him closer, it’s me spreading my legs wider, and it’s me who listens when Maddens commands quietly, “Close your eyes.” I have zero control. For every instance and purpose, I’m his submissive, so to speak, with the way his tone, his fingers, and there’s no doubt about it, his body would absolutely dominate me in bed.
“You keep biting your bottom lip like that, Hendrix, I’m going to give it something to do.” I move my hand off his, needing something to hold on to since my other hand is clenching in the seat, not grasping on with the way the fabric is pressed so tightly against the secluded bench.
“I just bet you will.” My other hand touches his thigh, fingers pressing into his thick muscles, feeling them flex beneath the same moment the tips of Madden’s fingers brush against my wetness. I swear my intention of not wearing panties was not for this moment. Am I going to reap the rewards? You betcha.
“Eyes open. You wouldn’t want someone to come and interrupt me finger-fucking your sweet pussy, would you?” My eyes pop open. Keeping my head still takes every willpower I have within me. How am I supposed to keep a look out when Madden’s fingers glide inside me? The fit is snug for two of his thick digits. The only thing helping is the perpetual state of wetness I’m in when it comes to seeing him, thinking about him, and getting off with him. Well, that last one hasn’t happened yet, unless you count my fingers or showerhead doing the trick. I desperately want to watch his fingers work my body up like it seems only this man can.
“Madden.” I’m holding my body still, against the need to rock my hips, to push into his fingers, to drop my head back, and I’m not even that close.
“Fuck yeah, Hendrix. If you could only see what I’m getting to watch. Your fine-as-hell body, your pussy rippling, trying to suck me into her vortex, much like that mouth of yours does. The way you breathe fire, but the minute I’m touching you, Hendrix, you purr like a kitten.” His words piss me off, and I’m ready to claw at him with my nails, except he does something magical: a flick of his wrist, the way his two fingers are literally in sync, it’s a dual sensation. I can feel the wetness seeping onto my inner legs. How no one can hear or see what Madden is doing to me, I hate the term owning, but I swear that’s exactly what he’s doing, dominating me with pleasure. I turn my head, abandoning what he demanded earlier. There’s no way I’ll be able to keep quiet with the way my center is clenching down on his fingers. My hand that was on his thigh, holding on for dear life, moves to his side. The black suit jacket is out of my way, thankfully. I turn my whole body. Madden’s fingers never stop, never stutter. Instead, it seems he goes at me faster. The edge of bliss is right there. My mouth meets his neck. Madden’s shirt is open at the throat, allowing me the sanctuary to muffle my cries, but it’s when his thumb rubs over my clit, pressing down, harder than I’ve ever had before, that’s when I bite, teeth meeting flesh, so hard that I hear him mutter, “Son of a bitch.” I don’t let go, though, and he doesn’t stop, even when my body is over the hurdle of what it would be like hiking eight miles in the dead of summer in Las Vegas. That’s how much Madden has taken over my body. I’ll never let him take over my mind. I’m rip away from him, grab my clutch, slide around the other side of the booth, and I’m running. The only thing I hear is Madden’s low, throaty chuckle. I don’t care about the confused look on the server’s face as he rounds the corner or the hostess who asks if everything’s okay. Nothing is okay. It probably never will be, and no one, I repeat no one, will ever make me feel like that except Madden. Isn’t that the kicker, too? The man is a pain in the ass, a nemesis in every sense of the words. The only plus side to this is he doles out amazing orgasms.
SIXTEEN
Madden
“I seeyour guest has left. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Hughes?” Cole, the server, asks as he sets down the drinks I ordered when we first sat down. I told him there was no rush to bring our orders because once I got a glimpse of Hendrix’s thigh, there was no turning back.
“No, I’ll be leaving,” I tell him, pulling out my wallet to leave him enough to cover the check plus a tip. I’m out more money than what it would cost had we stayed all night, since this place has a hold fee on your credit card for no-shows and canceled dinners. Hendrix had other plans.
“I hope you enjoy your night, sir.”
“Thanks, you too.” I slide out of the booth, button my jacket, replace my wallet, and make my way out of the restaurant.
The hostess doesn’t say a word. None of them do. And when I make it out towards the parking lot, hand going to my keys, that’s when I have to laugh. Fuck, I swear her scent still surrounds me. The way she had to control her moans, feeling the velvet softness of her surrounding my fingers. She’s put cumming and running into a whole new category, leaving me hard as a rock yet again. Not to mention I’m sure there’s a huge fucking hickey on my neck, probably more of a bruise the way she bit down. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t draw blood. That’d be hard to explain.
I slide into my Escalade. I figured the Bronco wouldn’t be a good idea with wearing a custom-made suit. The first order of business is taking off my suit jacket, then I’m undoing the buttons at my wrists. If there ever is a next time when it comes to Hendrix, a suit won’t be involved, that’s for sure. The push of a button, and the SUV starts up. My phone goes into the cupholder. I already know that the woman who can’t sit still long enough to have a normal conversation needs time to lick whatever wounds she needs to lick.
“Damn it.” Had I kept my hands to myself, that’s exactly where this night could have fucking ended, Hendrix spread out in my bed, hands gripping my hair as I fucked her with my tongue, holding her thighs open, giving her all of my attention. My cock, which has been hard the moment she stepped inside the restaurant, isn’t going to see any relief.
“Hello.” I punch the green button on the steering wheel to answer the call, not looking at the display, pissed that I’m letting Hendrix get to me. Why I’m letting a woman tie me in knots, I’ve got not one single damn clue. All I know is that she’s funny as hell, dramatic like a teenage sister would be, sweet as hell when she lets her guard down, and the way she comes undone, it’s beautiful.
“Uncle Madden?” The other end of the line gives me Cammy’s small voice. She sounds upset, and it has me straightening in my seat and throwing my vehicle inDrivebecause yes, I’m that asshole people hate when they back into a spot like I always do.
“Cammy, baby, you okay?” My eyes are focused on the road. The only thing I’m thinking about is getting to my niece because she doesn’t usually call me, and not from her mother’s phone, now that I’ve taken the time to glance at the screen in between navigating the busy Vegas streets.
“Yes, no, maybe. Can you come over?” I can hear the distress in her tone. It’s making me wonder where Forest is. Not like I’ll be hanging up with Cammy to figure that shit out either.
“I’m on my way, sweetheart. Where’s Piper?” I’m worried that if Cammy is by herself, who knows what’s going on with her younger sister.
“She’s in my bed, sleeping. I woke up to get water and heard loud noises.” Krissy was supposed to be out of town this week, so if she’s home, that means Forest is either there somewhere, arguing with his wife, or he went into work while Krissy was home thinking the kids were asleep and they’d be fine with their mother.
“Okay, you stay with your sister. I’m about twenty minutes out. Keep your mom’s phone with you, but I’ve got to hang up and call your daddy, alright?” I can hear the quivering on the other end of the line.
“He’s home. It’s bad, Uncle Madden, so bad.” Son of a bitch. It seems my night has just gone from bad to worse.
“Then we’ll stay on the phone the entire time. First, is your bedroom door shut and locked?” It won’t do much in the way of keeping Krissy out if she’s on a tangent, but at least it’ll give Cammy a minute to grab Piper and dial 9-1-1. Fuck, my heart is beating out of my chest with not knowing what the hell is going on.
“It’s shut, not locked.” I hear the rustle of clothes or bedsheets.
“Go lock the door, sweetheart.” She does what I tell her without asking why or a million other questions Cammy usually would.