Mad Love (Guns & Ink Book 1)

by Shana Vanterpool

  “Do you get it now?”

  I nodded. “I get that you’re going to become some perfect empty clone if you stay here. They mean well, I believe that, but they’re doing it wrong.” My parents didn’t care. Mom wasn’t allowed, and Dad just didn’t. So to me, not caring was right. Caring was wrong. But maybe comparing my childhood to hers had created holes in my theories. There were different kinds of wrong, even subtle. Madison had had enough wrong in her life. She didn’t need another second of it.

  “Can we go back to your place now?” She hugged me to her, doing that damn torturous move of rubbing my lower back.

  We couldn’t do that either. Not with her abductor out there. In order for her to breathe, she’d have to go somewhere where there were no rules, fears, or unlocked doors. And there was no such place. Which brought us back to square one. She had one option. To heal.

  When she saw the thoughts in my eyes, she shook her head. “What do you want, Klayton?”

  When it came down to it, past the confusion and anger, there was only her. “You.”

  She inhaled sharply, finally, finally understanding the depth of my feelings. Nothing changed in her eyes. Nothing shifted or denied me. I waited for it, for her to laugh in my face. Are you insane, she’d say. Look at me and look at you. You’re delusional. I don’t want to be with you. I’m fucking broken, you sick prick. But all she did was keep her hands moving, rubbing my lower back up and down slowly, spreading heat through my body.

  She rose on her toes to kiss me, but I wasn’t leaning down, and she wasn’t getting my lips until she understood. “Kiss me.”

  “I don’t think that’s smart right now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want a kiss. I want to be inside of you. On top of you. Hearing you moan, feeling your nails dig into my back. Your thighs quivering around my waist.” I started walking us back to the couch. “And you’re not ready for that.”

  She gulped, letting me lead us closer. “Am I torturing you again?”

  “You’ve been torturing me since you walked into my shop.” Her eyes widened, clashing with sadness and fear. I didn’t want her to go back there, so I gave her what she’d asked for. I kissed her deep and hard, groaning when her moan hummed on my tongue. I wanted her so badly, the need intertwined with my hunger.

  I let go of the control I’d been grasping, and lost myself in her lips. The heat of her kiss burned, turning the room we were in into a sauna. I felt like she’d tossed me into every ounce of anger I’d ever felt, burning me with a pleasure so intense, I couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for me when she remembered all that she’d been, and took off.

  To save the bit of me she’d already managed to destroy, I kissed her even harder, somehow ending up on the couch on my back. She fell with me, straddling my waist, her hands on my chest, her lips keeping up with every single stroke of mine. I could feel her heat seeping into my jeans, the occasional connection of her pussy rubbing against my hard groin. I wanted inside of her wet heat so badly, I lost all control. I started humping her, kissing her, moaning like this would never be mine. Her hands held on, mewling as her hips started to match mine. The heat was so consuming I couldn’t breathe.

  I inhaled hers instead, pulling her shirt over her head. Her bra was in my damn way. I ripped it over her head too, not bothering to unhook it. She giggled against my lips when I caught her hair and her golden locks tumbled down around her face and on to mine, smelling thickly of peaches.

  I pushed her up and onto my lap. Her tits were beautiful. Perky, petite, and nipples hard as rocks. I grasped both breasts in my hands. My palms swallowed them, cradling them roughly. She bit down on her bottom lip and tossed her head back, urging them into my hand. She trusted me again. And it was such a fucking turn on.

  I rose with her in my arm and took the hard bud of her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it so hard her entire breast was in my mouth. She grabbed at me like a zombie, clutching at my shoulder and a fistful of my hair. “Klayton,” she gasped, dropping her head to meet my eyes. Hers were electric, burning with lust and emotion. I flicked my piercing around her nipple, making her entire body shake from holding herself back. I moved on to her other breast, doing the same thing. Swallowing her tit until it was in my mouth and then working her nipple until they were both harder than my dick.

  She scrabbled at me, unable to talk around her moans. I knew what she wanted. I unbuckled her jean shorts and pushed them off her ass, managing to pull them off her feet and dropping them onto the floor. Her panties were the same ones I’d bought her. Plain. Safe. Trusting. There was a large wet spot spreading through the gray fabric. It was sticky with her want. I pushed her on her back and dropped to my knees in front of her. I was in a haze, and the only thing I wanted to focus on was her.

  Every part of her was shaking. She couldn’t sit still, lost in her own haze. Her nails dug into the cushion, in my scalp. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them wide open, baring her wet panties to me. I leaned down and slid my tongue over the wet spot, careful this time. She’d come in a second and leave me as she slept. I teased her, tasting the sweet liquid dampening her panties. The taste of her pussy lit something inside of me. It was permanent, a change I didn’t mind. I wanted Madison Hart any way I could get her.

  My sexy mermaid opened her eyes to look down at me, blue eyes bright, gold hair messy and beautiful. Cheeks pink, eyes bad. Nipples hard, pussy dripping. She was a siren, and I was a man who didn’t mind being led to his destruction.

  And then she did something that sealed my fate. She reached over and grasped her breast in her hand, playing with her nipple like she couldn’t stand it another minute. She bit her lip and twisted them, making the wetness cloud her panties. I couldn’t take it anymore either. I slipped my finger under her panties and pushed them to the side, baring her wet, blond pussy to me. She was throbbing and creamy, so damn wet for me. Her pubic hair glistened with want. I knew I should wait, make this last. But I couldn’t. I buried my tongue in her cunt and lapped at her taste until I was drunk with her. I didn’t touch her clit. I fanned her legs wider so I could see her, the silky pink flesh waiting for me.

  She was soaking for me. I shoved my tongue inside of her, feeling her burst like a dam. Her wet heat dripped on my tongue, turning me into a beast. She cried out senselessly, ripping painfully at handfuls of my hair. She convulsed under my tongue. But we’d barely gotten started. I wanted her dismantled. I slid my tongue up to her throbbing, hard clit and pulled the pink nub between my lips, sucking on her as she came again, and again, and again … her orgasms came one right after the other.

  “Shit, Klayton,” she moaned, her voice husky and sexy. “S … h … i … t …” She hummed beneath my tongue. I took two fingers and pushed them into her scorching tightness, earning a four syllable “Ahh,” from her that I’d never heard before. “O … h … y … e …. s. Yes,” she gasped, riding my fingers as I flicked my piercing against her clit. Her stomach moved like the waves she’d tossed me in.

  I was terrified when she pushed me away, sinking to her side as she breathed heavily into the cushions. I was lit. I tore my shirt off and kicked off my boots. Stop, something begged me. She wasn’t ready for sex. But she looked up at me as I unbuttoned my jeans. Unafraid, eyes still dripping with her lust. She looked like she knew exactly what I wanted.

  “No sex,” she said, voice strong, trusting. She knew I’d do whatever she asked. She sat up and started helping me, pulling my zipper down slowly. “But I want you to come as hard as you made me.”

  I watched in fascination as she pulled my jeans down my legs, helping me step out of them. She paused and stared at my erection in my white briefs. I grinned at the shocked look on her face. I put two fingers in her open mouth, fondling her tongue. The promise of her silky tongue on my cock wiped the smile from my face. She closed her lips around my fingers, practicing and preparing. “Like this?” she looked up at me.

  “I love you,” I breathed, so struck
with how I felt watching her with my fingers in her sweet mouth I didn’t have time to stop myself.

  She pulled my fingers out and then took them all the way back inside of her mouth, eyes bad and knowing. Around my fingers, she said, “I love you too,” her words muffled and imperfect. Just the way I wanted them. “Am I doing it right?” As she sucked my fingers, she rubbed my cock through my boxers.

  “You’ve never done this before?” I guessed, loving the fact that my dick was the only one in her mouth. She shook her head, stroking me from my tip to my balls, up and down, making a bead of precum dampen my briefs. When she saw it, she left my fingers alone and pressed her tongue to my cum spot, tasting me while she looked up at me. I didn’t know what to focus on her. Her tongue or her eyes. I wanted both. But I chose her tongue.

  She closed her eyes and groaned. “You taste so good, Klay.”

  Was this really happening?

  I watched in a trance as she pushed my boxers down my legs and yanked them from my feet, dropping them on our pile of clothes on the floor. She grasped my thick hard cock with her hand, licked her lips as she stared at it, then she looked up again, guiding the tip to her lips. She nestled it between her lips and then flicked her tongue ring against my sensitive head. All my life I’d been able to last. I could go for hours because it took that long for me to want to finish. But her lips and tongue on my cock sent me into a level of pleasure I’d never felt before. It was so strong my eyes blacked out, and I came so fucking hard I heard her gasp as my cum covered her. But she didn’t stop. She sucked me into her mouth relentlessly, weakening my knees as my cum hit the back of her throat.

  When I managed to open my eyes, she was covered in me. On her lips, her breasts and stomach. She popped me out of her mouth and gave me a siren’s smile.

  I fell to my knees and grasped her face, kissing her so damn hard parts of my heart came to life. Her taste, my taste—I couldn’t think straight. We somehow ended up with her on her back on the couch. I could go again; I wanted to go again. But I didn’t ask, didn’t push. I settled on top of her and took the gift she was giving me, kissing her until her toes curled against my thighs.

  She shifted her body, so the tip of my cock slid into her opening, resting there. Heat rushed to my groin. The sensation of her tightness so close fogged my brain. She gasped and moaned at the same time, mmm-ing with me barely inside of her. Her hands rubbed my lower back, my ass, up and down. Finally, she let another inch work its way into her tightness. She was wet, pulsing torture. She was so tight I’d never get inside of her without hurting her. There was no way. She ground her hips, toying with my tip. This wasn’t for me. This was for her, so I rested my weight on my arms and hid my face in her shoulder.

  “I won’t move,” I promised. “You want me up, I get off. You want to keep teasing my cock with your tight pussy, you can. Think of it as your cock. It does what you want, when you want.”

  She hugged me to her, making love to me the only way we could. On her terms. With her trust. “Do … you … have … any … idea—” She couldn’t finish, cutting off mid moan to feel her pleasure. “How good this feels,” she finished in a rush. “To be in control. To be with you.”

  She started kissing my neck as I pulled every ounce of control in my body forward not to thrust all the way inside of her. I wanted to feel her stretch, clench—I wanted to make her mine.

  “You’re everything to me, Klayton. You have been since I met you. I think you always will be.”

  She came on my dick, her wetness coating me in her searing slickness. To make her mine a little longer, I reached down and massaged her clit, making her orgasm arch her back and take her breath. She arched beneath me, mouth agape in a silent scream. I thrust my tongue in her mouth and ate her fucking moans when they found their voice, rubbing her clit so hard she shook all over. As she came, she pulsed on the tip of my cock until I came with her, coating her wet heat with my own.

  When we couldn’t fathom moving, she collapsed into the sofa, and I dropped my full weight on top of her. The room smelled of lust and peaches, of trust. I breathed it in heavily. I wanted Madison Hart for longer than a week, a month. I wanted to know the woman who’d been strong enough to keep going. I wanted to earn her trust until one day she only gave it to me. I grasped her head and held on as she sobbed against my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist. We were connected in a way I hadn’t been before with anyone else. We were feeling the same things, our thoughts were connected, our love and fears.

  “You make me so happy,” she said. “You’re strong when I’m not. You’re giving when I’m in need. You’re patient when I’m lost. You cry when I break like my pain hurts you too. I don’t want a reality that you’re not in. You’re my rock, Klayton.” She gripped me so tightly I felt her heartbeat in my chest. “I wouldn’t be able to be with you right now if you hadn’t let me push you away.”

  I wanted so badly to deny her words. Instead, I just nodded, trying with all my heart not to get turned on by her trust. We were both naked, she was beneath me, her pussy against my dick. She could be mine in seconds.

  And she knew it.

  “Make love to me.” She tried to find my lips.

  The torturer she was. “You’re not ready. You’re overwhelmed right now. So am I. But we can’t have sex. I don’t want to be gentle right now. I want to be rough. I want to feel you stretch for me. Don’t moan,” I ground out when she started searching for me with her hips. “Mad, stop. I’m not even wearing a condom.”

  That did it. She halted, breath increasing. “I don’t like condoms. He …”

  Damn it. I rose onto my elbows, pushing her thighs to the side, so they were together. We weren’t going there right now. That’s how it would be. One step forward, five steps back. I was okay with that. I understood the road we were on was probably long, and the asphalt cracked in many places, but we’d walk that road together. When she was ready. “Shh, baby.” I moved on to my side, hugging her back to my chest. “When we have sex, we won’t use a condom. There’s ways around it. Don’t think about it. Think about the good parts. Like how you’re still covered in me.”

  She grabbed her shirt off the ground and began wiping her tits off, but it was no use. We were both sticky, sweaty, and drenched in what we’d done. She tossed the shirt down in defeat and rolled onto her back, pecking my lips. “I liked it,” she whispered, grinning against my lips. “You tasted so good, so salty and sweet at the same time.” She started doing it again. Rubbing my back while my cock twitched. “You have a way of making my fears seem less scary.”

  She knew exactly what to say to destroy me. What did she want? My heart on a stick? So she could burn it and own it when she pleased? I’d give it to her. Beating and bleeding. “We have to get out of here.”

  “No. Let’s cuddle.” She rolled onto her side and cuddled against my chest, small naked body tucked inside of mine.

  “We need to shower.”

  “I like being covered in you.”

  “Do you want me to explode?” I groaned when she giggled, settling down with her. I traced her spine, over her hip, and then around her ass. “I’ve never cuddled before.”

  “Good. You’re only allowed to cuddle with me.”

  “That right?” Lucky for her I only wanted her.

  “Mhm.” She seemed to get more comfortable, her voice growing tired. “What do you do with women then?”

  I quirked a brow at her shoulder. “You really want to know?”

  “Do you just take them in the back to pierce their clits and get it in. Wam bam, thank you whore?” She pulled back, eyes burning. “That’s disgusting, Klayton.”

  For a moment, I was lost. What was she talking about? And then I recalled the two women I’d pierced the other week. The anger in her eyes I’d thought was judgment, not jealousy. “That made you jealous?” I sounded as stunned as I felt. One, because I felt stupid for not realizing it then. Of course, she would. If she went around piercing dicks, I’d lose my s
hit. But not only that, I’d pierced her moments before. Feeling like an idiotic asshole, I held her to me. “Get it in? Where’d you pick that up?”

  She shoved at me, her attempt at anger. It was adorable. “Klayton. They wanted to hook up with you.”

  “I know.” The memory of the client making her clit pulse for me made me just as pissed as it did then. I’d pinched her clit between the forceps and growled for her to stay still. Then I gave her what she wanted. A pierced clit. “Nothing happened.”

  “But it has.”

  “I’ve never hooked up with anyone in my shop. It’s a business, not a whorehouse. We may get turned on, set up a date to go to my place. But I’ve never had sex with anyone in my shop.”

  “Your place is upstairs.”

  “Convenience.” I grabbed her face and held it back, moving it so I could see her hurt eyes. “You think I could be with anyone else after being with you?” It would only be down. Down and empty.

  She looked down. “You were with that woman. The one who joined us for sushi. You were mean to her too. And you had sex with her. What if you do that to me too?”

  I tried to understand her way of thinking, and what the hell it had to do with Lynda. I forced myself to remain calm. Don’t get pissed, just tell her what you’re feeling. “Did that upset you? When I snapped at her?” She nodded. “Tell me why?”

  “Because I knew how she’d probably felt. Embarrassed and sad. That’s how I’d feel if you screamed at me after making love to me.”

  Breathe. “First of all, she and I didn’t make love. We had emotionless sex. It didn’t mean anything. Should I have barked at her? No. And I’m sorry for that.” The guilt of my actions hit me. No woman had ever put her emotions into words for me before the way Mad did. “I am. But all I’d wanted that night was you. Then she came over, and it pissed me off because I knew I couldn’t have you, when that was all I wanted. That’s why I slept with her in the first place. Because I couldn’t have you.” I let her unhappiness with me wash over me. I’d never felt more like shit than I did watching Madison blame me for hurting someone else. “I’m an asshole,” I said desperately.