When I cameover to Madden’s house tonight, I had no idea I’d be meeting his brother. Sure, I knew about the girls. He told me they were with him up front. I kind of assumed they’d be spending the night because after we painted all our nails and toes, Madden included, and ate dinner, we made hot fudge sundaes, or banana splits for Cammy. Piper wanted more of the chocolate gooeyness than ice cream. Not that I can blame the girl for knowing what she wants. At first, Cammy was apprehensive, rightfully so to a newcomer, and while Madden hinted that they’ve had a fast and heavy change in their life, it probably didn’t help. What I wasn’t expecting, though, was watching Madden with his nieces. The love and adoration he has for them, the affectionate way he held them close to his chest when they felt the need to climb on his lap for a hug. And when they left with their father, Madden’s brother, Forest, he gave him a heartfelt hug. Not the half hug with a slap to the back. Seriously, the man is freaking perfect, and clearly, I’m the one who has issues.
That leads us to now, me sitting on the couch with both dogs at my feet, waiting for Madden to make his appearance after he made it known he’d join me as soon as he shut a few things down around the house.
“Sorry about that. The girls kind of leave a path of destruction in their wake,” Madden says as he enters the living room from the back patio. I’m practically sitting on my hands, attempting to keep from wringing my fingers in nervousness.
“Not a problem at all. They’re great kids.” It’s not a lie, and sure, it’s small talk, but because where do I even begin when it comes to my behavior?
“Yeah, they’ve had a tough time lately. Hopefully, things get better from here on out.” Madden hasn’t shared their background story. I figure he’ll tell me when he’s ready.
“I hope so, too. Madden—” I barely get his name out when he’s interrupting me.
“Hendrix—” We both stop talking. “You go first,” he insists. Now, I’m biting at my lower lip, hands still underneath my thighs, as I’m trying to come up with the right words to say.
“Okay, here it goes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like crap. There’s really no excuse. I’ve done a lot of soul searching, trying to come to peace with my past that isn’t my future. I’m aware I was taking it out on you, going so far as to make you jump through hoops to see if you’d actually stay. The last straw, that text, was me running scared. Of you, of my feelings, of how you made me feel. I’ve never felt like this. The last guy who made me have any sort of emotion screwed me over in the worst kind of way.” I’m not sure about the correct protocol on how to start a relationship, like, do I tell him about everything? Or do I keep it pretty vague? I should probably keep it pretty blasé, but instead I go for broke. “Josh, which should have been my first sign. Men with names starting with the letter J have never done me any favors, even back in high school. Justin, Jeremy, and then Josh. Anyways, I’m getting off track. I should have seen it coming. The writing was on the wall. The way he talked down to me, the way he couldn’t hold a job down, how it was always my fault, how no matter what I did, it was never good enough.” I move my hands because Jolene places her head on my lap, asking for attention. It gives me a reason to fidget without it being apparent.
“Josh didn’t cheat or abuse me, not physically at least. He did something that was probably way worse for an independent person like myself. I had been saving money, trying to buy a house long before he came into the picture. I let my guard down thinking it was forever when he was Mr. Right Now. So, one day, I’m looking at my bank account and realize the money I moved to my savings account is gone. Forty thousand dollars, my nest egg, had disappeared, as well as the man who promised me love, devotion, and a future together. He hacked into my savings account. That was three years ago. They never did find Josh or my money. That’s when I made a promise to myself. Never lose yourself to a man. And, Madden, I was doing exactly that with you.”
“Wow, and to think I thought you were playing a game. That’s some heavy shit. I’m not sure how I can make you realize I’m not out to take your money, stomp out your independence or your flare for dramatics. Which I gotta say, they have me laughing more times than not.” Madden’s hand goes to the back of my head, moving it so my eyes are on his, except I close them because getting that off my chest was not easy. The only people who know exactly what Josh did are my family and close friends. I refused to make everything public, only talking to what is now formerly my bank and the cops who couldn’t find a trail to save their life. Looking back, I probably should have made it more well-known. That way, it wouldn’t happen to another woman, but the embarrassment was way too much with everything else swirling around.
“I’m sorry, Madden.” I open my eyes so he can see the sincerity I’m trying to convey in them. “So very sorry.” The heaviness I’ve been carrying around, ignoring every single thing that happened three years ago, trying to make light of how I’ve completely blocked that time out, has not done me any favors, and the proof is in the pudding. Especially since I know without a doubt I am one thousand percent falling head over heels in love with Madden Hughes.
“Sweetheart, there’s no need to cry, promise. While I get where you’re coming from, you have to know I’m not going to be the one who makes you change your personality. I want you to be yourself, completely, even if that means I get the saucy side of you, or the dramatic side.” He moves closer, our mouths so close that I know if I moved just an inch or so more, I’d have his lips pressed against mine.
“I know that now,” I tell him.
“If you’re apologizing, so am I. There’s not an excuse in the book. I should have made more of an effort to get back in touch with you after you messaged me, regardless of work,” he says right before he pulls me closer, lips going to mine. He guides our kiss as he nips at my upper lip. His other hand grips my side, pulling me until the inside of my legs are on the outside of his thighs. His tongue slides inside, the two of us giving it all in just a kiss. I let my walls down, not trying to take over but to live in the moment, feeling the rumble of his groan when my hands slide along his lower abdomen, landing on his chest.
“Fuck, Hendrix.” We pull a part, both of our breaths labored, chests rising and falling.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried he’s putting the brakes on tonight.
“Nothing, just making sure we both know this starts here and now. It’ll be a fresh start. You’re mine in every possible way, and I’m going to possess this beauty right along with your mouth.” There’s no chance to respond. Madden takes my mouth, kissing me breathless, taking care of any ounce of sanity I may have, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
THIRTY-TWO
Madden
“Fuck yeah, Hendrix, suck me harder,”I tell her once we’re both naked. We were ripping each other’s clothes off as we made our way into the bedroom. I knew what I had in store for her was going to require a bed and the mirror that’s situated in the corner of my room. Right now, my hand is gripping her hair in a ponytail of sorts. She’s on her knees between my spread thighs, both of us naked, and when she made it known she wanted her mouth around my cock, I was more than willing. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to tell her how I liked it. She moans her response. The hand not wrapped in her hair is stroking from her shoulder until I cup one full breast, feeling her tremble as two of my fingers pinch her nipple.
“Deeper. Take me to the back of your throat.” She swallows around my length, breathes through her nose, and does exactly as I want, though I’m not coming down her throat. When I come, it’ll be inside her cunt. Hendrix slides down, keeps going until she’s taken my full length before she pulls back, teeth covered by her lips, suctioning my cock like it’s her lifeline, attempting to pull the cum out of my body.
“Enough.” I pull her off, too close to coming, and I’m not even close to being done with what I’m going to do to her body.
“Madden, that’s not fair.” One hand is between her legs. I knew what she was doing while sucking my dick. I didn’t have a problem with it, knowing she was pleasuring herself while taking care of me. It was hot as fuck, seeing and hearing her wetness as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. I know that once I get her where I want her, it’s going to make it all the better.
“What’s not fair is thinking you’re going to make me come down your throat before you even get yours. Besides, don’t think you’re getting off easily after putting us through hell for weeks until realizing that we’re better together than apart.” My hand goes out towards her, offering to help her up off the ground. I might not have given her a pillow to rest her knees on, but the least I can do is help her up.
“Why do I feel like this is only the beginning?” She stands in front of me. My hands slide around her hips, pulling her closer to me, not giving her an answer. Instead, I dip my head down, kissing her, feeling her tits press against my chest, hands sliding down until I’m cupping the cheeks of her ass, guiding her until she gets the hint that I want her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Up, sweetheart.” I groan against her mouth as she bites my lower lip when I pull away for the smallest moment. It seems Hendrix is going to let her feisty side out. We’ll see how that goes when my hand smacks her exactly the way she likes as I fuck her pussy.
“Madden, hurry.” Slickness meets my cock that’s now pressed between her lips. She uses my body like it’s her playground, working her pussy, chasing an orgasm I’m not letting her have. My hand leaves her ass. I raise it and bring it down on one cheek, attempting to get her attention.
“No, you want to get off, you’re doing it my way.” I take my mouth away completely when that doesn’t work. I move quickly, rounding the bed, pulling her off my body. “Hands and knees, Hendrix, now.” She’s currently on her back. Seeing her spread out on my bed is fucking amazing, finally getting her where I’ve wanted her from the very beginning, but that’s not deterring me from what I’ve been after all along.
“Jesus, Madden, can you blame me? You’ve been teasing me. My mouth was wrapped around you, my fingers working my pussy like it’s been doing for weeks. And look at you. You’re utter perfection. Your long cock is hard, and thick.” Hendrix still doesn’t get on her hands and knees like I want her to. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her. My hands wrap around her ankles, and I flip her over until I see that sweet ass of hers. My knees hit the mattress, and I climb up behind her.
“Eyes on the mirror, sweetheart. You’re going to watch me fuck your tight cunt.” She doesn’t know what else I have in store for tonight. Shortly, she will. I grip her hips and pull her back, watching her sleek body move for me, hair whipping over her shoulder as she watches me. She has a sly look on her face. I know she’s going to try and give me hell. She should know better. Sure, we’ve only been in a bed one other time, but even then, Hendrix knew what I was like in the bedroom, demanding she yields to me, much like she’ll be doing shortly.