Meeting Madison Page 6

  “Fuck me, the crazy son of a bitch really meant it, huh?” I murmur in disbelief. It’s one thing to tell me he intends to diversify the company, another to tell everyone who works here.

  “Well, shit. Someone get me a beer. Are we celebrating or what?” I ask, earning a round of cheers from my assembled friends.

  Chapter 10

  Mason

  Well East coast girls are hip

  I really dig those styles they wear

  And the Southern girls with the way they talk

  They knock me out when I'm down there— Beach Boys, ‘California Girls’

  Waiting for Madison is the most nerve wracking evening of my entire life.

  It’s hours before I see her making her way down to the sand from the hotel. Her dress looks just as good as it did this morning, but her heels are off and slung over one shoulder. Her other hand is wrapped around a bottle of beer. With the rising moon silhouetted behind her I can’t make out her face, just the perfection of her body as it slowly draws closer.

  “You’re a smooth sonofabitch, Black, I’ll give you that.” Maddie says as she plops down next to me on the spread out picnic blanket. The path down to the beach was illuminated by the same candles that are spread around us, making us a beacon in the dark.

  I reach over and snag her beer, taking a deep pull before pushing it back to her.

  “Well, did I choose wisely enough Maddie?” I ask with a teasing grin. I know I did or she wouldn’t be here, but I want to hear her say it. That’s half the fun.

  “You know I didn’t have any idea what you would decide on. I was prepared to shoot anything down, but this? I can’t argue with this. You set up a wonderful evening with my friends, you put your heart into it, you gave us all something to celebrate.” Maddie sighs, leaning her head onto my shoulder, wrapping one arm around my waist.

  “It was pretty much perfect.” She whispers, turning to press her lips against my shoulder. I tossed a t-shirt on when it started to cool off after the sun went down, but I’m still wearing the same board shorts I was earlier. The reversal of our usual roles — now she’s the one wearing a thousand dollars of clothes, and I look like a stoner surfer.

  “Pretty much?” My voice is exasperated, exaggeratedly so. “What more do you want from me, woman?”

  Maddie doesn’t respond at once. She takes a long pull of the bottle, finishing it before tossing it aside. Then she’s crawling into my lap, her face a scant inch away from my own.

  “Everything, Mason. I want everything. Please?”

  I answer her with a kiss. We come together like the crashing ocean waves, all of our mutual calm and cool attitude destroyed, broken on the rocks of our lust. She’s wild in my arms, her nails scratching me as she rips my shirt off.

  In contrast, I take my time with her dress. Popping each tiny button one at a time, slowly letting the tips of my fingers ghost across her skin. Each one letting my fingers dip lower and lower, until they trace the very top of her ass cheeks.

  “Mason, please.” Those two words on her lips are almost enough to undo me. My cock twitches in my shorts. Her pleading hits me harder than the beer, harder than any drug ever could. The end of our game of cat and mouse comes crashing down around us, and the ending is sweeter than I could have possibly imagined.

  Her words strip me of any restraint I have left. I blink and she’s on her back, dress pulled down and rucked up around her hips, only barely covering her almost naked body. I kneel between her legs, her hands grasping at the waistband, yanking them down with so much force my cock slaps up against my stomach before laying flat against the top of her mound.

  I’d pictured a slow seduction if anything, but as always, Maddie has other ideas.

  “Mason, if I’m still a virgin in ten seconds I’m going to scream.”

  I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips as I lean over her, pinning her beneath me, whispering in her ear.

  “You’re going to scream for me, alright.”

  I ease myself into her slowly despite the rush of need filling me. I’m wary of hurting her, cognizant of her inexperience, the disparity in our size. I’m so focused on not hurting her that it’s a surprise when I slide into her easily, as if I’d done it a thousand times before.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I growl.

  “I’ve been wet since you walked in on me in the shower. My pussy wanted you right then, right that second. Up against the cold tile, bent over, water hitting my back.” Her words sizzle through me almost as much as the sensation of her tight lower lips wrapped around my thick cock.

  “I wanted to rip that towel off of you right then.” I growl back at her as I grip her legs, pulling them farther apart. The need to be deeper inside her is overwhelming, pounding along with my pulse in my ears. The scent of the ocean mingles with that of her arousal, a heady thing that goes straight to my head far more than the beer did.

  “I’m glad you didn’t. I wanted to fuck you, but now I want to love you.” Her lips tremble, her big eyes so captivating that I can’t look away.

  We move together as one, her hips rising to meet the thrust of mine. Her eyes catch the moonlight, shining brighter than the noonday sun. I shudder against her, her hands tracing the play of muscle beneath my skin. Her hands roam up and down the length of me, pulling me tighter, coaxing me deeper.

  “Yes, Mason, yes.” Maddie cries out, her arms stretching out above her head, hands grasping at the sand. Her body is taut, caught on the edge of release, and I find myself unable to hold out any longer. With a cry of my own I thrust one last time into her, both of us collapsing into each other.

  “I love you, Maddie.” I whisper against her lips. “It might be crazy, but I’ve known that since I first saw you too. You’re it for me.”

  Smiling dreamily, not an ounce of argument left in her, Maddie curls up against my side.

  “Good. That makes two of us.”

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue: Madison

  “Alright, Mrs. Black. If you could step over here.”

  I sigh and roll my eyes.

  “Eduardo, for the last time, It’s Ms. Carter. Mason is just my boyfriend.” I can’t actually get mad at the photographer. Just hearing people assume that we’re married is a bit of a thrill, even if it’s inconvenient having to correct them all the time.

  “Are you sure? A girl like you, Mr. Black is crazy not to put a ring on it.” Eduardo is all charm, but I laugh off his flattery.

  “Don’t let Mr. Black hear you talking like that to me, Eduardo. I like you. I’d hate for you to end up like that trust fund kid who hit on me last week at the desk…” I pat him on the arm, giving him a flash of a smile as I move to my appointed spot. Behind me, waves crash.

  The beachside photoshoot was my idea, because it captures the majesty of the Pacific and highlights the stunning view from the hotel. Having me in the photos was Mason’s sole catch. It might have been my idea, but I had no idea I’d be out in the California sun all damn day.

  “Hear him say what?” Mason’s deep rumble catches us both off guard. I was so invested in standing just right and not squinting into the camera that I didn’t notice him sneaking up on us.

  “Oh, he’s just still shocked that you haven’t made an honest woman of me.” I fan myself with a sheaf of papers, trying not to sweat off the ten pounds of make-up I layered on this morning.

  Mason claps a hand on Eduardo’s shoulder. The photographer isn’t a small guy, but next to Mason, he almost looks like a kid being admonished by their father.

  “Don’t worry, Ed. You’re good people. Relax. Mrs. Black is just teasing you. Why don’t you take a break?”

  Eduardo’s eyes are as big as dinner plates, but he nods instantly.

  “Yes sir. Thank you sir.” The man beats a hasty retreat, fleeing the sand for the safety of the hotel.

  “You’re going to confuse the hell out of everyone if you keep referring to me as Mrs. Black,” I grumble, crossing my arms under my breas
ts and glaring up at Mason. I’m not angry, of course, but the man can be so frustrating.

  “I thought it would give you some clout. A bit of an edge in dealing with administration.” His face splits in a grin as he steps closer, brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. Close enough that I can catch a hint of his aftershave, every bit as rich as he is.

  “Besides, I like the way it sounds.” His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper, and it sends shivers racing up and down my spine.

  Even six months in, it’s hard to resist Mason for long. I know it’s a losing battle, but dammit, I’m going down fighting.

  Even if I’m definitely going to be going down. On him.

  “You like it when people call me Mrs. Black? What, does it remind you of your dear mother? I never took you for an Oedipus, Mace.” I step back in the sand, trying to gain some distance. Letting him get too close too fast ends the game prematurely. Before we’ve even begun to trade blows.

  “My mother is a lovely lady. Refined. Poised. Elegant. You’re not a thing like her.” Mason follows me. He takes his time, drawing it out. Like a cat with a mouse. We both know the inevitable end of this chase, but it’s not about the destination. It’s the journey that matters most.

  “Why Mason, what an ungentlemanly thing to say.” I put a hand over my heart, mocking him.

  He shrugs. “It’s true. You’re not refined. You’re raw.” The sunset is at his back, silhouetting with a gorgeous, spectacular view of the pacific. Despite that, I can’t take my eyes off his. The way they sparkle in the dying light is almost enough to rob me of any response.

  “Is that what you want, momma’s boy? Something raw?” I try to put some extra sarcasm in my voice, but the way he’s looking at me makes my mouth go dry, my voice cracking, quavering.

  “Yes.”

  His whispered response might as well be shouted. He closes the distance between us in one long step. All the exhilaration of our flirty back and forth culminates in this moment. It boils over in a flash, an explosion of lust. Lips find mine with an almost bruising force, enough to make me whimper in aching need.

  My hands tangle in his hair, wrenching his mouth down from mine to press him against my throat. His teeth nip at my sensitive skin playfully as he works his way down my neck to the plunging line of my dress.

  “Mason, what —” I start, but he’s already yanking the fabric down, spilling my tits out of containment.

  His response isn’t verbal, but physical. Hands grip my breasts, squeezing, pulling the sensitive nipples between strong fingers. My next words are stolen away as I gasp in pleasure, gripping onto his hair tighter as I struggle to stay standing on suddenly weak legs.

  “Mason, shit, someone could see us.” I bite my lip as I watch the sexiest man alive take one stiff peak of my nipple in his mouth and then the other, alternating between them. Even on his knees before me, he’s in complete control.

  “Good. I want them to see.” Mason drags me down into the sand with him, throwing me onto a nearby towel. No man has ever made me feel delicate before, but Mason’s strength manages to do that and then some. He manhandles me effortlessly in a way that keeps me craving more.

  “I want them to know who you belong to, Maddie.”

  His voice is sweet and smooth as sin. His words make me want to slap the grin right off his face. Mason Black drives me wild in every way possible.

  “Come on, Mace. Is that all you’ve got?” I wiggle my ass at him, taunting him, pushing him to the very limit. It’s a purely bratty move, I know, but I can’t help it. Mason makes me want to push him to the very brink of madness.

  The answering growl in my ear as he bends over me is sweet, heady music to my pussy. His hands are rough as they ruck up the bottom of my dress. There’s a sharp tsk sound as he uncovers my bare bottom.

  “Where are your panties, Maddie?” The burr in his voice is stern, bordering on utter frustration.

  “I don’t know. Guess I lost them?” I arch my back, reaching forward to brace myself on the sand. I know what’s coming.

  Mason grunts as he spanks one cheek, then the other. It’s a delicious sensation, so close to pain and yet the farthest thing from it. I still hiss at the sting, but I press myself back into his hand regardless.

  Somehow, even after months, I always need more of Mason’s special blend of sin. I’m beginning to think I might never get enough of him.

  The feeling of his cock slipping into me is enough to make me cry out where his hand couldn’t, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and full in the very best way. His hand dips between us, his fingers brushing against my clit expertly.

  “You’re mine, Maddie, you hear me” His delicious voice is a physical force in my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine to crash against the ones rushing up from my pussy. They meet in the middle of me, crashing together in a staggering wave that reverberates out all the way to my fingertips.

  “Oh, fuck you, I’m already, coming.” The words stagger out of my mouth, tumbling and tripping along my tongue. I’m almost mad at how quickly my body reacts to him, but I can’t quite manage to feel anything other than pure bliss.

  The sand beneath my hands gives way under the force of Mason pummeling into me, the clap of his body meeting mine echoed by the crash of waves against the shore. He slams into me a brutal, primal hunger that I meet with every push of my hips. I can’t press myself back against him hard enough no matter how deeply I dig my hands into the wet sand.

  I can’t take much more of Mason’s savage tempo, so I decide to cheat and finish him fast. I clench my inner walls tightly around him, milking him with my pussy.

  “Oh fuck —” Is all he manages to get out before he’s exploding inside me, filling me with his load.

  We collapse into the towel and sand, utterly spent.

  “That’s a dirty trick, Maddie.” Mason whispers against my ear. I feel like I just ran a marathon, but the utter bastard isn’t even winded.

  I roll up onto one elbow, just enough to meet his eyes.

  “Dirty tricks are the best kind, sir.” I give him a wink as he groans again, reaching out to pull me against him for a kiss.

  Chapter 12

  Extended Epilogue: Mason

  The sun creeps in through the skylight high above us. There’s a cover that I close every day, but there’s a small gap in it where it doesn’t sit flush. A thin razor of light slices through, slowly carving it’s way up my body until it hits me in the face five minutes before the alarm goes off.

  I turn onto my side, pressing myself up against Maddie. Even in her sleep, she presses herself back against me. It brings a smile to my face. She’s come to trust me so much over the course of the last few years. There aren’t any more nightmares. Just love.

  “Oh, Sergio. You’re so bad.” She giggles as she grinds herself back against my half-hard cock. For a moment, my blood runs cold, but then I realize that she isn’t asleep. Just pretending to be, like she’s pretending to be dreaming of someone else.

  It’s just another facet of the game we’ve been playing since the first time we met. A game that never ends. Even knowing the inevitable outcome, I can’t stop myself from trying my hardest to win.

  I’ve always played to win.

  “Si, Senora Black. I am bad man.” I put on the thickest, most over-the-top accent that I can muster. No one we know actually sounds anything like it, but the rules of the game are simple. Try your hardest to break the other person by any means necessary.

  “What your husband think if he see you now, hey?” I slide a hand up, caressing one soft breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers in the way I know drives her crazy.

  “He’d beat you within an inch of your life and fuck me within an inch of mine,” Maddie gasps as my other hand plunges between her thighs. Spooned together, she grinds her ass back against my swiftly swelling dick as I push first one, and then two fingers into her already slick sex.

  “You live dangerously then, senora,” I wh
isper into her ear, lifting one leg up easily to line myself up with her greedy pussy. There’s so resistance at all as I press the swollen head of my cock against her lips despite the difference in size. She’s just that wet.

  “Hurry, someone might see us.” She reaches back, dragging her nails along my leg, up to my hip, pulling me into her even harder.

  I work myself into her, grunting as I squeeze and tug on her stiff nipple, pinching it roughly. She bites her lip, one hand coming up to cover her mouth.

  “Don’t want anyone hearing you cry out for this dick, huh baby?” I thrust deep, her eyes going wide as I bottom out inside her. The telltale sign of her impending climax. I can already feel her magical pussy beginning to tighten around me. No matter how many times we do this, it never fails to finish me abruptly.

  There’s no overtime in our game. Just the finish. I sink my teeth into her shoulder as my cock swells inside her, muffling my own cry of pleasure. I feel her shudder against me, aftershocks wracking her as her orgasm lingers.

  She turns enough to catch my eye, giving me a grin.

  “Oh no, Mason, you caught us…” She trails off, laughter dancing in her eyes.

  “You’re impossible, Mrs. Black.” I grasp her hand, running my thumb along the band on her finger.

  “You knew that when you married me, Mr. Black.” She gives my hand a squeeze before bringing it down to rub the curve of her pregnant stomach.

  “You know, this’ll be much harder to keep going after the baby is here.”

  I rub my hand in a wide, slow circle. Feeling the life growing in my beautiful wife.

  “Isn’t that why we’re practicing being quiet?” I ask.

  “Yes, but I don’t think my shoulder can take being used by you more than once a week.” She rolls the body part in question. There are quite a few teeth marks there.