Midnight Special

by Daya Daniels

  In the summer, I fished, and in the winter, I still fished. I unpacked everything we bought from the market we stopped at on the way. Picking some of the items up, I looked them over—red wine, shallots, garlic, truffle oil and shitake mushrooms were amongst everything. I planned to cook, relax, and fuck Madison in all sorts of filthy ways for most of the weekend.

  The snow fell outside, covering the ground in thick and endless white, which was beautiful.

  “This is a really nice place,” Madison said walking back into the kitchen.

  “Thanks.”

  “Wine?

  Madison hugged herself, looking around the kitchen. Then she shrugged.

  “Yes?” I asked, trying to pry a real answer out of her.

  “Yes, please,” she said firmly.

  “Okay.”

  I placed two glasses on the center island, filling them halfway with sauvignon blanc. Madison picked her glass up and took a long sniff of the liquid and nodded. I clinked glasses with her and we both took long sips. I leaned across the counter, turning on music and dimming the lights. Madison smirked as she watched me. Then she sang the words to Sade’s song, Like A Tattoo.

  Pulling her from the chair, I took the glass from her hand and placed it on the counter. Madison settled against my chest while we moved slowly to the beat of the music.

  “What are we going to do while we’re here?”

  I only laughed, which caused Madison to giggle. I pulled her closer to me and listened to her breathing settle. I swayed from side to side, pressing my nose into her soft hair, inhaling the sweet smell of her skin.

  “You are beautiful,” I whispered against the shell of her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

  She looked up at me with her hazel eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  I held her tighter against me, unable to comprehend how much this all felt so fucking right.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Madison

  This place was incredible. I sat up in bed, looking at the time that blinked in red on the face of the alarm clock on the nightstand next to me. It was eight in the morning. I slumped against the headboard, surrounded by white fluffy pillows and gazed out the window ahead of me, taking in the vision of the frozen lake. The trees were covered in white and the birds dipped and danced just above them. Everything about this place was serene.

  I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of the linens and the smell of whatever Ty was making downstairs. It was rare for someone else to be making breakfast for me, except for when Dylan made pancakes. I laughed to myself, realizing that I missed the five of them already and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours yet. I stood and made my way to the bathroom.

  After drinking nearly two full glasses of wine last night, Ty and I showered and fucked in here for nearly an hour. I stood in front of the large vanity mirror, looking myself over. I had a fresh face with slightly messy hair. I ran my hands through it, noticing the scent of Ty’s soap that lingered in the strands now. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and then adjusted the very large white T-shirt I wore, with nothing underneath. It belonged to Ty.

  My small toiletry bag rested on the edge of the counter. I unzipped it, wondering if I could toss my things in a drawer. I opened a few of them on the right side. They were all empty. One drawer on the left side contained a few of Ty’s things, which were minimal. Aftershave, hair mousse and gel and whitening toothpaste—which I giggled at. If the drawer was full of more items than I could ever own, I would’ve been concerned. I wasn’t into metrosexual men. If his grooming took longer than my own, I would’ve run for the fucking hills.

  I went back to a drawer on the right and unpacked my things slowly, putting each item in there. I don’t know why I expected to see women’s items scattered somewhere. I sighed, realizing I was being silly.

  I ran a brush through my hair, leaving it out and looked around the large bathroom again. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window next to a white porcelain, clawfoot bathtub that overlooked the lake. The view was incredible. I inhaled again, realizing how calm I felt being here, in this place...with Ty. Usually, I woke up in the morning and scrambled around making breakfast and packing lunches, barely having time to even make myself look presentable. This was different. Perhaps, this is how it would be, if I were actually with him?

  “Good morning,” a deep voice said causing me to spin around.

  Ty stood, leaning against the doorway, already watching me. He wore a fitted T-shirt and pajama pants that hung off his hips, showing that infamous strip of muscle that I loved so much. His hair was ruffled a little and dark stubble had formed along his jawline, which only made him look sexier. He narrowed his brown eyes and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to his chest. I kissed him and ran my hands over his soft hair.

  “I made breakfast,” he said.

  “Really?” I smiled.

  “Yes. I hope you like it.”

  “I’m sure I will.

  “Okay,” I murmured against his neck.

  Ty

  “This looks like something I would get in a restaurant.” Madison laughed, sticking her fork in the French toast I’d made.

  I gave her a nod and continued to eat, watching her closely. We sat in front of the large window that overlooked the lake. Madison looked absolutely breathtaking, even in the morning. Her long hair was pulled over one shoulder, brushing just over her breasts. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her bright hazel ones. She licked some pancake syrup from her bottom lip, which caused me to stop chewing while I focused on that tongue of hers. Her lips were pink and fuckable. I groaned a little taking a sip of coffee and shifting in my chair.

  Madison went on about ice skating when she was little. When she turned her head, I noticed a small scar under her chin. A tiny one. I cocked my head to the side, looking at it when she turned again.

  “How’d you get that?” I asked, gesturing with my knife.

  “What?”

  “The little nick on your chin.”

  Madison dropped her head. “A little accident a long time ago.”

  “Oh.”

  “I unpacked my toiletries.”

  “Okay.”

  I lifted my eyes to meet Madison’s. She gave me a huge grin, just as she stabbed a sausage with her fork.

  “I expected to find women’s stuff in the bathroom drawers.”

  I chuckled, taking another long sip of coffee, narrowing my eyes at her. “Why would you think that?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re a good-looking guy. I’m sure you have your pick of women.”

  I wouldn’t fuel her stupidity. When I didn’t respond, she continued to eat.

  “I don’t bring anyone here,” I said flatly.

  “Maybe you just threw everything out before I got here?” Madison said cocking a black brow in my direction.

  I laughed again and stared out the window.

  “Why’d you bring me here then?”

  I held my cup between my hands, levelling my gaze at her. “Maybe I think you’re special.”

  She blushed and dropped her head in her plate. It was cute. Her cheeks went pink and her hand trembled when she grabbed her fork again. For a woman as beautiful as Madison was, she didn’t take compliments well.

  She rested her silverware down in the middle of her plate. “Thank you. This was delicious. Please allow me to make dinner.”

  “You cook?”

  “Of course.”

  “I had plans for dinner though. I have some shrimp and steak marinating for the barbeque outside.”

  Madison’s face brightened. “Barbeque?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re just super prepared, aren’t you.”

  I let out a long hum and Madison laughed. She stood and collected the plates, moving to the kitchen. I knew her skin was bare underneath the T-shirt she wore. Her ass swayed from left to right when she moved, and her nipples were hard, poking against the soft
cotton. I didn’t think a woman could look so perfect wearing my clothes.

  Slumping against the back of the chair, I finished my coffee and watched Madison take her seat. She nervously fiddled with her hands in her lap.

  “Where do you live?”

  She kept her gaze on her hands. “Not too far from you.”

  “Uh-huh.

  “Apartment. House?”

  “In an apartment.”

  “Nice.”

  “Yeah,” she said softly.

  “You live alone?”

  “No.”

  “Roommates?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Oh.”

  She shifted in the chair and looked away from me again, running a hand through her hair.

  “What did you dream of being when you were growing up?” Madison asked, sitting forward, placing her elbow on the table and her face in her hands.

  I laughed. “At first, a chef. Then eventually whatever my father told me I had to be.”

  She smiled.

  “You?” I asked.

  “A dance teacher.” She gazed out the window again. “My parents always thought I would be a professional dancer but what I really loved was to teach my passion, especially to children.

  “I thought I would go to college and do all that great stuff. I planned to go to Juilliard School but that never happened.”

  “It’s not too late.”

  She scoffed and grabbed the napkin from the table, staring at it in her lap. She didn’t respond.

  “You’re only twenty-six, Madison. You seem to think your life is over.”

  “I don’t know.”

  I laughed, taking in the genuine sadness in her soft voice.

  “What is the problem then?”

  She inhaled loudly. “I don’t know, I guess I just have a lot of regrets. I wish I’d listened more to my parents.” She giggled.

  “I never thought I’d hear anyone say that.”

  “I do. I don’t know, they weren’t controlling or anything. They always just wanted the best for me.”

  “Most parents do, even the ones that are controlling.”

  “I know.”

  “Take my father for instance. His name is Malcolm. He loves me to death. I’m his only son, but over the years I’ve become my own man, you know. I’ve been groomed my entire life to do the job I have now. To continue with my family’s legacy in real estate.

  “It’s not a bad job, don’t get me wrong.” I laughed. “I make a lot of money working for my father, but he’s never understood anything about me really. He’s also probably never tried or cared but nowadays I don’t care enough to try to make him care. I guess I got to a point when I just said fuck it.”

  Madison listened intently.

  “You can’t make people understand you. Sometimes it’s best to just give up and live your life the way you want to.”

  She nodded.

  “At least you have that choice,” she mumbled.

  “So do you.”

  Madison belted out a laugh but didn’t elaborate.

  “How much money did you make last night?”

  She sat back in her chair and let out a loud sigh, before answering. “Exactly one thousand nine hundred dollars.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, it’s why I do it really. I make more money dancing in one night than I do working a forty-hour week for three weeks straight.” She laughed. “So what, if I have to show my breasts.” She shrugged. “It’s the only place I really get to dance, which I love.”

  Madison’s long, dark lashes brushed the tops of her cheeks when she looked down. She was gorgeous sitting across from me. I leaned forward across the table, taking her small hand in mine, pulling her forward, stealing a peek of her cleavage down the T-shirt she was wearing.

  “I want you to be my girlfriend. I asked you once before and you shot me down. I’m asking again and I honestly can’t say I’ll take no for an answer.”

  Madison chuckled. “I have my pepper spray.”

  I laughed, keeping my eyes trained on her.

  “You will want me to stop dancing,” she said firmly, without it being a question.

  I arched a brow looking her over and nodded slowly. “Yes, but I can make up for it—the money I mean.”

  “I don’t want your money, Ty.”

  I laughed. “I didn’t say you wanted it, Madison. I’m offering it.”

  “I won’t get to dance anymore.”

  “Of course, you could. Go to Juilliard School.”

  She scoffed and shot up from the chair. “Do you know how much that costs, Ty?” she asked in a high-pitched voice. “And it’s too far.”

  I knew it was close to fifty grand a year but I kept that to myself. “Sit down please,” I whispered, pulling her into my lap.

  “Why don’t you want to be my girlfriend?” I asked pressing my mouth into her ear.

  She groaned and shifted her ass in my lap and laughed. “Ty, I’m sure the chicks are lining up to be your girlfriend?”

  “Maybe,” I told her. “But I want you.”

  “You don’t want me,” she said breathlessly.

  “There’s a lot of perks that come with the vacancy.” I kissed along her neck.

  “Oh yeah, like what?”

  “You will have to accept first, then I will tell you.”

  “Why the secrecy then?”

  “Exactly,” I mumbled into her soft skin.

  She froze but still she didn’t turn around. “I’m not girlfriend material, Ty.”

  “Let me be the judge of that.”

  Madison

  He was being aggressive and I couldn’t say I hated it. I knew I was stubborn, always pushing the very things away that were good for me, in exchange for shit. It was how I ended up with Dominic. I threw away everything that was good for me, only to end up with him.

  I shifted in Ty’s lap, settling in between his powerful thighs. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, allowing me to feel how hard he was.

  “Be my girl.” He nuzzled his nose in my hair.

  “Yes.” What the fuck am I doing?

  I hadn’t been a girlfriend in so long. Could I even do the job? There was no way I could agree, without being completely honest and open with Ty. His fingers dug into my cheeks, pulling my mouth towards him. I looked into his brown eyes as they scanned my face while his lips lingered only a few centimeters away from mine.

  “I like these fuckable lips,” he growled running his thumb over my mouth soft and then more firmly. “Fuckable lips. I want to fuck your mouth, Madison.”

  I groaned, grinding my pussy along the hard ridge through his sweatpants.

  “Well, fuck it then,” I teased.

  “Would you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He let out a groan. He stood and removed his T-shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs and then dropped it on the smooth, hardwood floor in front of me. Then he placed a large hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees. I settled on top of the T-shirt. I looked up at him, grabbing the drawstrings to his pants and untying them, yanking his pants down to his knees. I licked my lips slowly, looking over his huge cock. He shifted, fisting it in his hands. He moved in to position above me and then pushed it down my throat, raking his hands through my hair. I gagged but took him in, noticing how much the forceful act turned me on.

  He groaned and shifted again, wrenching my head back, placing his foot on one of the chairs. I closed my lips around his thickness while he watched his swollen length, slide in and out of my mouth. I moaned, licking the head of it and then sucking on it, tasting the saltiness that dribbled from the tip of the monster. He hissed and angled himself vertically, fucking my mouth like it was pussy. I soaked him while he gripped my hair tighter. I winced at the pain, which only propelled me to kneel firmer, enjoying the hard feeling of his hips pounding into my mouth and down my throat.

  “Fuck, Madison,” he hissed.

 
; I looked up into his face, taking in his heated cheeks and heavy lids. I gagged again when he pushed in deep, stilling there for a moment, listening to my gagging and gurgling. His cock twitched hard and I knew he would come soon. He shifted again, gripping my chin in his other hand, pushing all two hundred and fifty pounds of him down my throat. I choked and gagged, spitting up more saliva that slicked my mouth, nose and eyelids. He let out a loud groan, burying himself deeper down my throat.

  I let out a loud whimper when the hammering became unbearable but I didn’t want him to stop. He pushed in and then eased off, pulling out and leaving his hot cock to rest of my face while I licked along it. I grabbed it with my hand, which he knocked away. It was clear that he wanted to control everything about this. My mouth was only meant to please him, which I didn’t mind.

  “You like this?”

  I gave him a nod while his fingers massaged my scalp and then ran over my hair lovingly. He gave me a blinding smile and then pushed into my mouth again.

  “Good, you should get used to it.”

  He pushed his thick cock deeper down my throat, moaning and hissing while his face twisted and contorted from the sensation. The feeling of his warm skin against my lips, did something to me. He made a loud growl and sucked in a harsh breath of air, grunting each time his cock jerked deep down my throat. I winced when his fingers tightened in the strands of my hair. He was coming and hard. Soon my mouth overflowed with thick, warm cum. I swallowed it. The rest I allowed to dribble over my chin and then down the length of my throat to soak the skin on my breasts.

  He ran his large hand over my cheek adoringly and let out an appreciative moan, sliding out of my mouth. He grabbed the T-shirt, pulling me up from the floor, wiping my face and chest. Then he tucked himself away and kissed me hungrily, lifting me up from the floor. I tasted his mouth, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips pressed against mine and the lingering taste of sweet maple syrup on his tongue.