by Claire Adams
“Don’t leave her alone too long,” mom said. “You don’t want that one running away.”
I grunted and moved her in front of the tub. Karen was checking the temperature and getting a washcloth ready.
“You looked happy,” mom said and sat on the toilet lid. “And you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
I kneeled in front of her. “She does make me happy,” I said. “You never have to worry about that.”
“My sweet boy,” mom pressed a palm against my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I said. “So impossibly much.”
“Nothing’s impossible,” she said and kissed my forehead. “Now go finish your date.”
I said goodbye to them both and returned to Maddie typing on her phone in the dining room.
“Is she okay?” Maddie asked and put away her phone.
“Yeah,” I said. “She’s fine. Time for you to go home.”
Maddie rummaged in her purse. “My keys are in your house,” she said. “At the bar, I think.”
“Just get them and go,” I whispered and left mom’s house. Maddie followed behind me while holding the binder full of my stories.
The moment I closed my front door behind us and I grabbed her arm and forced her to look at me. The binder fell in between our feet.
“And don’t you dare tell her any more stories that would make me look bad. I’m not trying to make my dying mother disappointed in me,” I barked.
“What are you talking about?” Maddie’s eyes glared at me as she squared her shoulders. “Your mom laughed at it. She loved that story.”
“Just no more,” I said. “Or else I take back the first half.”
“Fine,” she spat. “No more cute, innocent stories about little Gavin.”
I squeezed her arm, and she winced. A tinge of guilt hit me just as she seemed to remember something.
“Oh, right, that picture,” she said and pulled out her phone. “Come on, Gavin, let’s take our first official couple picture.”
I rolled my eyes and moved in front of the camera while still holding her arm, nearly an entire person’s length away from her.
“No one is going to believe we’re even friends if you’re that distant. Get closer,” she said. I hesitated. She pursed her lips and tried kissing my cheek, but I ducked it at the last minute.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. “No physical relations.”
“You’re my boyfriend,” she said. “We’ll have to kiss at some point. Might as well get it over with.”
My hand had slipped up her arm and onto her shoulder, where her skin was soft and smooth and hot. She was facing me, the phone in her hand dropped beside her thigh, and her lips tilted at an angle toward mine. My fingers pressed into her skin harder as I pressed a quick kiss on her lips and backed away.
“There,” I said, hoping that she would leave it alone. But I still didn’t let go of her shoulder.
“That wasn’t believable,” she said and pressed her body against mine. I reacted instantly; I couldn’t help it. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and her breath tickled my ears as she said, “Try it again.”
I growled and pushed her away.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said and pushed her against the wall beside the foyer. I kissed her, hard and forceful, as my fingers got caught in the tangles of her hair and pulled. She gasped and lifted her thigh as one of my hands slid up her dress. “Don’t you ever tell me what to do. It’s not your place.”
Chapter Fourteen
Maddie
My back was pushed against the wall as his body pressed against mine. His hands slid up my dress and in between my thighs, and he wasn’t shy about any of it. He held me like I belonged to him, and I supposed that in a way I did. The back of my head hit the wall as his fingers touched between my thighs, brushing by my pussy. Pleasure raged through me, and I moaned, which he seemed to enjoy hearing.
“What if I did?” I moaned into his ear. “What if I told you exactly what I wanted?”
He flipped me around abruptly, pressing my face against the wall as he grabbed my hip and pulled it toward him. My dress rode up my ass, exposing my flesh to the cold air. He ran a hand down to cup me, squeezing hard.
I opened my mouth to say something when he slapped my ass hard. I screamed, but it was more pleasure than pain. I wiggled my hips for more and moaned again.
“Don’t make me warn you again, woman,” he growled against my ear.
I heard a zipper, the removal of a belt, and turned just as he was finished unbuttoning his shirt. He noticed me, and grabbed my hand and forced me toward his bar.
“Okay,” I whispered, lost in the moment. How badly I wanted him to own me. To fuck me. To open me up in ways that would leave me lost to him.
“I didn’t say you could turn around,” he said and pushed me against the wooden counter. Several glass bottles half full of liquor fell and smashed onto the marble stone floor, but he didn’t look as if he cared.
“Tell me what to do,” I begged. “Please, tell me.”
His big, strong hands roamed my body, and I leaned over the counter. A hand smacked my ass again, and I moaned loud against the wood.
“I don’t like beggars,” he said. There was pure anger in every word, and I realized he was taking out all of his frustrations on me, every single one.
“Are you punishing me?” I asked, knowing it would only stroke the fire. His knee slid in between my thighs and forced them apart. I noticed he was slightly hesitant as he grew rougher. He was giving me a chance to object, to turn away from these of events and draw a line. But I didn’t want to.
I tried grabbing his shirt from behind me, but he slapped my arm away. It had been all the confirmation that he needed, and he shoved my dress over my hips, pulled the top down to expose my breasts, and pressed his erection directly against my ass as he gyrated his hips against mine.
“Punishing you wouldn’t be enough,” he said. His trousers fell to his feet, and soon my panties were the only fabric in between me and the entire length of his cock.
“What do you want to do to me then?” I asked and tried pressing against him.
He pushed me back toward the counter. A hand slipped beneath my bra strap, but instead of simply undoing it, he grunted as his muscles flexed around me and ripped the strap from my back. I gasped as the straps of my bra fell down my shoulders and my breasts were released. Cold air blew past them before his hands slid over each and he squeezed roughly.
His moan was loud beside my ear as he leaned over me.
“I want to make you hurt,” he said as a hand slid toward my panties. With the same force as before, he ripped them and threw them on the other side of the counter. With one breast still in one of his hands, he guided his erection to my entrance and didn’t wait a moment before slamming inside of me.
I had already been wet from his advances, but I was still tight. He didn’t make it very far the first thrust, but he only grew more determined the more I panted beneath him. His knees locked as he grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand and pulled as he pushed into me.
I cried as he slid in all the way, and he hesitated for a single moment. There I stood, with my ass pressed against his hips and breasts against the countertop, with him deep inside of me as he took shallow breaths. The pressure of his cock swelled with every second he remained still, and that coupled with the fact that it had been so long since any man had been inside of me had already brought me close to release. I gyrated against him, trying to feel him move in and out, but he grabbed a hip and forced me to stop.
“Is that what you want?” he asked with a husky tone. “For me to fuck you slowly, moving in and out while you come?”
I nodded. “Please,” I begged. “I need it. Do it.”
He nipped at my neck first, then my shoulder, until he bit the middle of my back hard. I cried with a sudden wave of pleasure, but he wasn’t happy with it.
“Don’t tell me what to do,
” he reminded me and started thrusting hard. His body slammed against mine as mine hit the counter, and with each thrust came an even harder push as he took out all of his anger and frustration on me. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud but not as loud as his moans of pleasure as he yelled behind me and pulled my hair. It almost felt as if I didn’t exist to him anymore. As if the only thing he wanted was his own pleasure, and there was something exciting about it.
Despite him only caring about himself, it still gave me the same pleasure I had been looking for, and I came hard in between several deep thrusts. It was like a flood had erupted over me, wave after wave of never ending pin needles that scraped my skin until it felt raw and sensitive to every small pressure.
He finished shortly after I did, not bothering to pull out but instead filling me with himself with several deep thrusts. I felt every squirt, and it wasn’t until after, when he was breathing heavily against my body while pulling out, that I was grateful I had opted for birth control.
“You sleep on the couch,” he said and left abruptly.
I pushed myself off of the bar and ran a hand over my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, how he had made me feel in such a short time.
I found the same restroom that he had shown me the night of the first dinner and cleaned myself. When I returned to the living room, there was a blanket and a pillow waiting at the edge, and I smiled. At least he showed a tiny bit of affection, if that’s what it could be called.
I lied down and pressed my hand over my chest. My heart was beating quickly, far harder than it ever had after a night of passion, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. He was amazing. Every little thing about Gavin Hayward was just simply amazing.
Chapter Fifteen
Gavin
I woke with the worst hangover in my adult life. My head felt as if it was stabbed over and over a million times as I slowly forced myself out of bed. Memories of the night before came back to me in a rush. Maddie’s body, hot, pressed against mine as I touched her and spanked her and bit her. I pressed a finger to my lips. I hadn’t given her an opportunity to experience the same pleasure that I had. Should I have felt guilty for it? I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. She had enjoyed every moment of it, though. From her moaning to her screaming. My cock stirred as I remembered how she screamed as I moved behind her. I recalled how her body had felt as my hands were against the wall and hips were pushing against hers.
I wanted to feel it all again, damn it. I wanted to feel her. But it was purely a physical attraction. Any sane man would be crazy not to be attracted to her.
I got dressed while waiting for my erection to go down. I’d have to take care of it later, most likely.
After a moment, I walked downstairs to find Maddie sleeping on the couch. I remembered not letting her up the stairs, and instead forced her to sleep on one of the smallest couches in the house. She agreed, and I was slightly surprised that she hadn’t snuck toward one of the bedrooms upstairs.
I realized the binder full of my stories had been left on the floor near the entrance. I picked it up and flipped through the first few pages. The first two were stories that I had written when I was 10, about a boy trying to find his lost dog. The next one was a 50-page story about a man who had gotten lost in a mall, and the several few following it were all about lost people. I hadn’t realized that I only wrote about losing things.
I found the story Maddie had mentioned at our first dinner together, about the child lost in the hospital. It was my first attempt at horror, and I remembered giving it to Ron to critique. He avoided reading it and asked to take it home over a spring break to look at it. I realized that must have been when he showed it to Maddie. As I thought back to it, Ron hadn’t ever spoken about it again. Mom had been given the story shortly afterward, and I had forgotten all about it.
Something convinced me to take that story out, fold it, and slip it into Maddie’s purse. She may have been a gold-digging whore, but at least she appreciated my writing when no one else bothered to read it. She mentioned that I was her biggest supporter; I would never have thought she had been one of mine.
I shoved the binder into my closet. I hadn’t had the passion to write for a long while, especially after my father passed. Mom begged me to write her a book every now and then, and I realized I always told her that I would write it one day. I never thought that one day would have actually arrived.
I stood over Maddie’s sleeping form. Her hair was tangled and a mess around her face, and the blanket barely covered her naked body. Makeup was smeared across her face, but it was somehow attractive. God, she was beautiful. Better looking than the models I’ve seen in magazines or the internet, and somehow, she was smart and passionate about her dreams at the same time. Maybe a little too passionate. I shook my head. Why was I praising the woman who used my dying mother to her advantage?
“Hey,” I said loudly. “Get up.”
She barely stirred. Instead, she nestled further into the couch on her side. The blanket was cramped toward her front, leaving me with a view of her slender back and the top of her ass. It had a bright red mark on it that would surely turn into a bruise.
“Damn it, woman, get the hell up,” I said again and shook her shoulder. Her eyes peeked open and closed when she noticed me.
“What time is it?” she asked with a sore voice. Her hips wiggled as she woke up, and I wondered if she was doing it on purpose.
“Doesn’t matter. Get out of my house,” I said.
She sighed and leaned on her elbow. The blanket fell toward her lower back, giving me a new view of her breasts.
I turned away and crossed my arms.
“I’ll call you when I need you to come back,” I said. “Probably next week for dinner.”
“I’m just supposed to wait around for your call?” she asked and stood. My eyes gravitated toward her body.
“Get dressed,” I said. She found her dress on the floor near the door of the bathroom and slipped it on. I noticed she didn’t bother looking for her panties or bra. It wasn’t until then that I realized the bar must have been a disaster. “And yes, that’s how this agreement works.”
“Fine,” she said and readied her stuff. She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of me.
“What the hell was that?” I asked and tried reaching for the phone.
“We didn’t get any pictures last night,” she explained. “This one is so your mom knows you’re getting laid.”
“That’s gross,” I said.
“I’m just going what you said. This is going on my profile with a short description of how lovely last night was,” she said and put her shoes on. I raised my eyebrows. “The dinner, you asshole. How lovely the dinner was.”
“Whatever, just make sure to post it before tonight. It’ll make her happy,” I said. Maddie said goodbye as she walked out the door, and I shut it behind her without a word. I walked behind the bar to find three bottles smashed and a pair of panties and a bra soaked in alcohol.
The woman was going to drive me crazy.
Mom was standing over the sink when I arrived at her house. She wiped her mouth, and I knew instantly that she hadn’t been able to keep her breakfast down.
“Do you want a new protein shake?” I asked as I finished the last of my shake. “The banana cream isn’t so bad.”
“I don’t mind the strawberry one,” she said. “I think I have enough for a few more meals.”
“I’ll restock you,” I said and helped her to the couch. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” she said and leaned against the back. “Karen let me sleep in too long, and you know how I’m always more tired with the more sleep I get.”
“I’ll talk to Karen about that,” I said. I wasn’t actually going to yell at Karen for letting mom sleep in, but it seemed as if Karen was just an easy target for mom’s frustration. “Do you have any plans today?”
“Really?” Mom looked at me with a raised eyebrow
. “Other than just sitting here and watching the rest of that comic book show, I think I’m free.”
“How about a trip to a museum then? That aviation one that you used to take me all the time?” I offered. Dad used to take the both of us to museums once a week growing up until he grew too busy with work. Mom took it up afterward.
“I think I’d like that,” she said. “Let me just get dressed and then we can leave.”
I waited in the living room for the better part of an hour until she was ready. I wasn’t upset; it was just a reminder of how much energy she had left in her body.
“No more than three hours,” Karen said before we left. “She needs to take her medicine and rest in three hours.”
“I think my son can take care of us,” she said.
“Thanks, Karen. I’ll have her back in time,” I said as mom followed me to my car. She walked with a slight limp and hump in her back, and it was a struggle getting her in the car without her falling over.
“I don’t remember it being this hard,” she said.
“What being hard?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said. “Just, everything.”
I frowned and started the ignition. “Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I asked.
“I will. I’m just so happy to be out in the cold air.” She rolled her window down and put her elbow out. It was barely 50 degrees outside, and I made sure she was wearing three coats and a thick pair of pants before leaving the house. I had a sweater beneath my faux leather coat with jeans.
“Maddie is such a darling,” she said. My fists clenched on the steering wheel. I was surprised that we had gotten this far before she mentioned her, but there was still hope in me that this outing could have remained Maddie-free.
“Yeah,” I said and turned onto the highway. The aviation museum wasn’t far, maybe a 20-minute drive, and I hoped she wouldn’t talk about Maddie the entire drive.
“She knows how to put you in your place.” Mom laughed. “That’s the type of woman you’d need. Your dad would have loved her. I think he did, actually. I remember she baked him a birthday cake one year, a little ugly yellow cake with weird blue frosting. She must have been only six or seven, but Charles loved it.”