by Blake North
“Come for me, Madison. I want to watch you come again.”
I nodded, more than happy to oblige. He continued rubbing as I rocked back and forth. My head dropped back.
“Look at me.”
I moved to look at him, his gaze penetrating into my very soul. I focused on the sensation of his dick inside me and let myself go with the moment. I held his gaze as I started to come.
“There you go,” he grunted. “All of it. Don't hold back. Fuck me, Madison.”
He rubbed me harder, his eyes never leaving mine as I rocked harder and faster against him. I was gasping for air, my body taut with my climax as I watched his eyes glaze over with intense passion. I collapsed against his chest, unable to move as I regained my composure. His dick was planted deep within me. I could feel spasms rocking through my pussy. His dick jumped with each one, creating a whole new stirring of arousal.
I sat up and smiled down at him.
“You're a pretty amazing man, Chase Nichols.”
His jaw clenched, and I felt his dick move inside me.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I smiled and did as he asked. I loved the way his dick scraped over my clit in this position. I rode him hard, slowing down when I felt my arousal stirring. I wanted to drag it out. His hands were on my ass, pushing and pulling me back and forth over his dick. He pushed my back, demanding I bend lower. The shift in position touched new parts.
I started moving, pulling his dick inside me as I moved away from him before slamming back down against his pelvis. He bent his knees and pushed his hips up. My ass was in the air and my breasts brushed over his thighs as I moved back and forth. He slapped my ass. The pain mingled with the tingling sensation in my pussy stirred up my arousal. I moved faster but clearly not fast enough. He slapped my ass again. I cried out as the climax broke over me. He pushed into me several times, milking every last drop from my pussy.
I felt him jerk and stiffen a second before he shouted. His thigh muscles clenched, and I held on as he came deep inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, pulling every last drop from him before turning around and curling beside him.
He wrapped an arm around me and tugged me close to his side, his fingers running a trail up and down my forearm. I could lay beside him for the rest of my days. It was all I wanted to do. The sex was amazing, but the man was extraordinary. I couldn't imagine ever meeting someone like him again in my lifetime. I felt like our bodies were made for each other, and I never wanted to let him go. Ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Chase
We apparently dozed off. When I jerked awake, the room was dark and cold. I had left the door shut, which meant it was mighty cold in the room. How had she managed to stay holed up in here for so long without freezing to death?
I moved my arm, trying to find a more comfortable position.
“Are you getting up?” she mumbled.
“I'm going to open the door. It's cold in here.”
She giggled. “Maybe because you’re buck naked on top of the covers.”
I laughed. “Well there is that, but I don't want to get dressed. I don't want you to either.” I rolled over and kissed her, running a hand over her bare stomach. “I want to fuck you again.”
She stretched her arms up and over her head. “That sounds like a very good idea.”
I rolled off the bed and walked naked into the living room, throwing a couple of logs on the fire, and then headed back to the bedroom. She was lying on her side watching me.
I grinned. “What?”
“You have a really big dick. Do you know that?”
I burst out laughing. The Madison who’d arrived here almost two weeks ago would never have said that. She had shed that stuffy shell of propriety and was letting loose a little. I liked it.
“That's a good thing, right?”
She licked her lips and stared down at my dick. It jumped under her gaze and was standing to attention in no time.
“It is a very good thing. I have to admit something since we aren't keeping any secrets from each other.”
I was instantly on guard. “What?”
“Your giant dick intimidated me a little,” she said with a smile.
I pounced on the bed, laughing at her blunt words.
“I'm glad you got over your fear. Do you need more convincing that it’s safe for use?” I said in a low voice.
“I think I do.”
I kissed her, but before we jumped into another intense round of sex, I needed to know what her plans were.
“Madison, I need to know; what are your plans? You leave tomorrow and then what?”
She was quiet for a moment, a look of concentration on her face. “I guess the first thing I need to do is cancel my flight.”
“What?”
“I'm not going anywhere. Not yet. I mean, I have to, eventually. I do need to pack and turn in my keys and all that stuff. Maybe you can go with me. I bet you haven't been to Florida.”
“What. Really?”
She smiled. “Chase, I love you. I don't care about the prison thing. I not only want to stay in Colorado, but I want to stay with you. We can fly to Florida, rent a U-Haul, and drive back together. We could have our first cross-country trip!”
I kissed her. I had no words to express how happy she made me.
“I would love to drive back with you. I would do anything for you. Hell, I’d walk back with you.”
She grinned, and her eyes sparkled. It was in that moment I realized how much I loved the woman.
“I'll make you happy. I promise.”
“You're a good man. I know you had only good intentions when you took the fall for your friend. I'm only sorry he was such an asshole. I hope I never meet the man because I will definitely give him a piece of my mind.” She said it in a haughty voice that had me laughing.
If she ever met Danny, I almost felt bad for the guy. Madison would rip him a new one. He needed it and certainly deserved it.
“I would love to go to Florida with you. I could use a little sunshine. Thank you for giving me a chance. I know it isn't cool to have a record, and I really wish I’d made different choices, but back then, I really thought I was doing the noble thing. My mom raised me to help others, especially those who were the worst off. She tried to help Danny. He practically lived with us when I was growing up. I know she talked to his mom on several occasions, hoping to fix things. It never worked,” I told her, the memory of days gone by making me a little melancholy.
“I think you have a huge heart. It made me fall in love with you. I fell in love with Colorado all those years ago, and now I've fallen in love with a Colorado man. I wish I could have met your mother. I want to thank her for doing such a good job raising you into the fine man you are.”
I shook my head. “I so wish you two could have met. She would have loved you. I hope if she's up there in heaven or some spirit floating around or whatever the case may be, I hope she can see how happy I am. The last time I talked to her, it was over the phone. I was locked up when she died. I never got to hug her again after that last day in court.”
The memory of my mom's face when the judge ordered me to five years behind bars was not something I would ever forget. She knew the truth. She knew I hadn't robbed the place and knew why I was doing what I’d done. I liked to believe I made her proud by my self-sacrifice.
“I'm so sorry. That is very sad.”
I lay beside her, my erection wilted—for now. I needed a few minutes to process all the mom memories.
“I want to build you a studio,” I said out of the blue.
“What?”
“You need to keep painting. This cabin is a little on the small side. I'll build you a studio to work in.”
She laughed. “That's generous. And awesome. At home, I have a spare bedroom I use. My apartment is tiny, which means most of my art supplies are scattered all over the place most of the time. I can be a little messy in the studio. I do keep a clean house though
,” she quickly added.
I laughed. “We'll definitely have to get you your own space, so you can create a beautiful mess.”
“I'm excited. Really excited for our life together. I need to get my work over here, so I can take it to Doris. I'm not going to mooch off you. I can pull my own weight.”
“I know you can,” I said, rubbing her arm. “I want to add on to this cabin as well. This was my grandpa's house. He lived here by himself a long time, but I want to make it into a family home. When I was locked up, I used to spend hours sketching plans for this place. I think I'm finally in a place to make it happen. I never saw the need before, but now that you're here, it's time.”
She grabbed my hand and squeezed. “That sounds very nice. An extra bedroom would be great. I have a lot of stuff.”
“We can build several bedrooms or have a garage put up.”
“Where would you put a garage?” she asked, confusion in her voice.
“I don't know. We can put it close to the house or out on the property a little, farther back off the road,” I reasoned.
“How much land do you have up here?”
I laughed. The woman had fallen in love with the poor sap living as far away from town as possible and still be connected to the electric grid. My cabin was run-down and certainly did nothing to show my true wealth. It had never mattered to me, and I was pleased to know the material things didn't matter to her.
“I have about a hundred acres. A lot of it goes up that mountain and isn't really usable, but it's beautiful to look at, and I don't have to worry about a neighbor trying to build close to me,” I told her. “I'll have to take you up there once the snow melts. Trust me, you'll never want to leave once you see the view from up there.”
She sat up. “You have a hundred acres? What the hell. Are you a millionaire?” she asked suddenly very serious.
I debated how I wanted to answer. Secrets were not okay. I knew that, but I also didn't want to sound like a braggart.
“Let's just say we can live fairly comfortable for a while. We don't need to worry about money,” I said, hoping to appease her.
She nodded her head. “You are a very odd man, Chase. Most single men with money would be out on the town, prowling and flaunting their wealth. You live up here like a hermit.”
I shrugged. “You don't get rich by blowing money. My grandpa was a very frugal man. He's the one I have to thank for the money. My mother as well. She could have spent it, but she never did. She invested her inheritance and left me a nice nest egg. I hope to pass it on to my children one day as well.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Your children?”
I nodded. “Don't you want kids?”
She sighed. “Oh, we really need to get to know each other better. There is so little I really know about you. I hope you’re saying children as in you can count them on one hand.”
I laughed. “I'm up for negotiations. Although, I saw the way you negotiate. That scares me a little.”
“Right now, I don't want to think about any of that. I want to focus on us, right here in this moment. I have a beautiful, naked man in front of me, and I want to take advantage of that,” she whispered in my ear.
Her hand ran over my stomach and cupped my dick. It hardened instantly at her touch.
“That's better,” she said, before running her tongue in my ear and crawling on top of me.
The woman was an animal, and I loved it. I had finally found my match. It gave me a sense of peace I hadn't felt since I learned my mother was sick. I had felt so restless and empty as if I wasn't meant to be on this earth, but Madison changed all of that. She grounded me and gave me purpose and a reason to get out of bed every morning. Although, with her, all I really wanted to do was stay in bed forever
EPILOGUE
Madison
Nine Months Later
“Thank you so much for being here,” I whispered in Chase's ear.
I knew he wasn't thrilled to be dressed in what he referred to as a monkey suit. He had bought the tux after my first show. I liked to make him wear it at home sometimes just, so I could tear it off him. The man was stunningly attractive naked or in jeans and a T-shirt, but put him in a tuxedo and I was a walking, talking orgasm. He was devastatingly handsome.
I had to hide my jealousy as we mingled with the potential buyers at my art show. The women openly flirted with him, and he was kind enough to flirt back enough to make them feel special. He was my secret weapon. Women loved him, and men admired him. The two of us were the newest power couple to hit the art world, and I was reaping the benefits. With him on my arm, I felt invincible.
He sipped champagne from his flute and smiled. “I said I would always be here for you, and I meant it. It's not so bad.” He leaned in close to my ear. “Besides, I get to see you in this exquisite gown, and only I know it's the only thing you have on.”
I smiled. I had passed on that little tidbit of information when he had gotten stuck talking to a very trying man early in the evening. The man was a dick, but he had deep pockets and had a fondness for my art. I quietly pulled Chase aside to let him know I had forgotten to put my panties on before we left. It was all the incentive he needed to humor the man.
“I promise I will make all of this worth your while,” I assured him.
“You're damn straight you will,” he growled.
“Oh, I need to go talk to Doris. Be good,” I reminded him. He winked, and I practically fainted at his devilish appearance.
I greeted Doris who pulled me away from the crowd. “Madison,” she practically squealed. “You just sold three pieces!”
My eyes bulged. “I did? Already? We've only been here a couple of hours,” I said in shock.
She vigorously nodded. “I hope you’re ready to get your butt back in that studio. At this rate, your art is going to be in high demand. You have captured the attention of some of the galleries in Denver. I can broker a deal with them if you'd like.”
“Yes!” I practically shouted.
She smiled. “I thought that would be your answer.”
I shook my head in disbelief. This was my third showing, and I’d more than doubled what I had earned in two years in Florida. Even though we were in a small town, she had contacts everywhere. The wealthy loved any excuse to escape to their mountain homes and condos. An art show was a perfect excuse. Doris was the driving force behind that. She had a way of making everything sound so enticing. She created the demand. I had no problem paying her forty percent on my pieces. Things were far better than I could have expected when I’d made the decision to move to Colorado.
Chase was a dream come true. After many failed relationships, I had been close to giving up on finding a man who could really make me happy. I assumed I would have to settle and make do with what I could get. Then Chase walked into my life and everything changed. My career was skyrocketing. I lived in a place I had loved since childhood. I had made new friends, and Chase's family had accepted me as one of theirs. I had it all. I didn't know how life could possibly get any better.
“Excuse me,” Chase's voice cut through the speakers.
I turned to see him holding a microphone at the edge of the room.
“Excuse me, everybody. I'd like your attention for a minute. I want to thank you all for coming out today and supporting my beautiful lady. I know how amazing her work is, and it’s great to see so many of you appreciating it as well. I also want to thank Madison. Madison, you have made me a very happy man. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't want to have to imagine that.”
He reached into the pocket of his tux and brought out a small black box. My hand went to my mouth.
“Madison Carr, will you do me the great honor of marrying me?” he said, dropping out of sight as he got on one knee.
The crowd parted, giving me a clear view of my man down on the ground on one knee.
I walked toward him, my eyes filled with tears as I nodded my head. “Yes.”
He stood and wrap
ped me in his arms. The crowd cheered as we kissed before he slid the ring on my finger. I couldn't wait to get him home. Thankfully, the show was wrapping up, and we were able to make our escape.
On the way, I told him about something I had overheard.
“Who was it?” he asked.
“I don't know. It was a reporter from Denver. He was convinced the proposal was part of the show. He was telling someone that the proposal meshed so well with the latest pieces that spoke to happiness and newfound love,” I explained.
“It was real. You know that, right?” he asked a look of concern on his face.
“I know it was real. If it wasn't, too bad for you because I'm keeping this ring,” I teased.
“I'm glad you’re doing so well. You’re an amazing artist. I can't believe I get to be the guy you go home with every night.”
I grabbed his hand. “You're the guy who inspired all that art. You opened my eyes and showed me a whole new part of myself.”
We pulled up in front of the cabin. Plastic billowed in the wind on one side where he was working on the addition. He had hired a couple of carpenters to help out, but he was doing most of the work himself. He said it helped keep him busy and his hands off me so I could work. I knew he liked the physical labor, and I liked watching him. This summer it had been very difficult to get any real work accomplished. I couldn't contain my desire when he was shirtless with a tool belt. It was way too much eye candy for me to deal with.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me close. “I want to tell you something.”
“Oh? And what's that?”
“I've been wanting to do something all night.”
I looked at him, questioningly, but soon figured out what that something was. His hand moved to my back, and I felt him unzip my gown. It fell in a blue satin pile at my feet. I stood there, nude with only my heels on.