by S. E. Brown
Finally, just as he was about to clean up his desk and leave for the day, the perfect idea hit him. The only problem was, what he had in mind was going to make him late.
Declan: Hey. I’m on my way but I need to make a couple of quick stops. Be there as soon as I can.
Madison: No problem. See you when you get here.
Declan ran home, grabbed a few things, then headed toward his second stop. If he did it right, he’d have just what he needed.
Closing in on nearly forty-five minutes after he was supposed to have picked her up, Madison heard the doorbell. She wasn’t sure what the activity of the night was going to be so she had put on a pair of heels, some comfy jeans and a sweater that showed the girls off just this side of decent. Truth be told, she didn’t really care what they were doing. She just wanted to spend time with Declan.
“Well it’s about time,” she teased as she opened the door. What she hadn’t expected to see was him standing there with his arms full of grocery bags.
“Hi,” he offered with a smile as he gave her a quick peck on the lips and walked into the house.
“What’s all this?”
“I thought about what we could do, and I finally realized what I wanted to do most,” he set the bags on the counter, “was cook with you.”
“Is that so?” She walked up to him and now that his hands were free, wrapped her arms around his waist.
“It is,” he nodded with a grin and lowered his head to give her a proper kiss hello.
Still holding onto him, she turned her head to peek inside the brown paper bags. “Whatcha gonna make?”
“Actually, we,” he emphasized, “are gonna make pizza.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s one of the first things my mom taught us when we were learning how to cook.”
Madison looked up to him with a smile in her eyes, encouraging him to continue with the story.
“It was a family tradition growing up. We’d get all the fixings together and everyone would make their own pie. Tonight, I thought we could make one together.”
“What if I don’t like what you want on yours?” she teased.
“Well, then we can make two, I suppose.”
“Okay.” She let go of his waist and walked toward the door to kick off her shoes. If they were going to stay in, she might as well get comfy.
Declan began taking everything out of the bags so she could see what the options were for toppings. He didn’t know what Madison liked, so he had brought a little of everything.
“What’s this?” Madison picked up a jar that didn’t have a label but looked like some kind of tomato sauce.
“Pizza sauce. My own special recipe.”
“Oh, a family secret?”
“No, a Declan secret. My mom doesn’t even know what’s in there.”
“Are you gonna tell me?” She saddled up beside him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“I could tell ya, but you know what would happen after that.”
“You’d have to kill me?”
“You got it, and I don’t feel like going to jail.”
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“Oh.My.God!” Madison flopped onto the couch as Declan walked into the living room carrying a couple beers. “I am so full!”
“I warned you about that last piece.”
“But it was so good. I couldn’t resist.” Madison straightened her legs as she reached for the button on her jeans and popped it open. “Oh, much better!”
Declan laughed as he handed her one of the beers and took a seat on the couch next to her.
“And that pizza sauce …” Madison moved closer so she could put her head on Declan’s shoulder, “you have to tell me what’s in there.”
“Nope.” He took a swig of his beer.
She turned her chin and started placing sweet, tiny kisses along his jawline. “Please?”
“Nuh-uh.”
Madison drew her body closer to his and moved her lips up his jaw to his ear. When she reached it, she placed a small kiss on the lobe then sucked it in her mouth. She could feel him shiver as she exhaled lightly into his ear. “Pretty please,” she whispered.
“You do not play fair.”
“Does that mean you’ll tell me?”
Declan turned his head and brushed his lips against hers. “Nope.”
He laughed as she pretended to pout and moved to the other side of the couch.
“You’re a butthead.”
“Meh, I’ve been called worse.”
Madison laughed and patted her lap. “Come here, you. Lay down so I can snuggle you. And since you made such an awesome dinner, you can have the remote.”
It didn’t take long before Declan was stretched out on the couch with his ankles crossed, his head on Madison’s lap and his fingers interlaced with hers, his thumb absently caressing her hand. It was relaxing and comfortable, them laying together on the couch watching TV. It felt … normal.
They were about halfway through a show when he looked up and saw Madison looking down at him. Her eyes were soft as she raised her hand and began to lightly run her fingers against his cheek, feeling the soft fuzz.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Releasing her hand, he lifted his arms, wrapped them around her neck and pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was slow and tender and started with a mere brush of their lips, but as they continued to kiss, Madison wanted more. She pulled on his shoulder in a silent plea for him to roll over, to lift his head and really kiss her.
He broke the connection long enough to shift his shoulder beneath his body and reach for her nape, pulling her lips down to meet his.
Adjusting her hips, he pulled her down so she laid sideways with him on the couch. He slid an arm under her head and pressed his body flush to hers. With his hand, he gently raised to her chin, turning it slightly to expose her neck, then dragged his tongue from her collarbone to her ear, feeling the goose bumps on her arm in reaction.
Madison brought her hand to his face and gently led his lips back to hers. Her leg slid between his as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed herself to him.
Declan couldn’t help himself as he started to move his hips against her. They were so close, and her lips and tongue were driving him crazy. He needed to taste more of her.
He slowly kissed down her chest and pulled the top of her sweater and bra down exposing a breast. His lips clamped down and he sucked greedily on her nipple.
“Declan,” Madison groaned.
He stopped to look up at her and grinned when she moaned, “Don’t stop.” As instructed, he brought his lips back to her breast.
Her hands ran through his hair as she arched her back, feeding herself to him.
The air between them was different this time as she started to run her fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt, against his skin. She paused for a moment to make sure this was what he wanted. She pulled back from their kiss to look into his eyes and ask the silent question. When he answered her with a long, passionate kiss, her worries faded and she began unbuttoning his shirt.
He stood to lift her shirt over her head. When she sat up and reached behind her back to undo her bra, she was stopped.
“Let me,” he said softly.
His arms enveloped her as he reached around to unhook the clasps. As the clothing fell away, he cupped her breasts, his thumb rubbing over a hard nipple while his mouth lowered to cover the other.
Madison reached down and tried to unbutton his jeans but couldn’t reach.
Declan looked up with a sly grin as he removed his shirt and gently pushed her back to the couch. His hands went to her waist as he sought out the button of her jeans. Since she had unbuttoned it earlier, he slowly lowered the zipper. Leaning down to kiss her again, his hands moved to her ass and slid beneath the denim. Slowly, he pulled off her jeans and the thong she was wearing.
Laying side-by-side, he pressed his body to hers and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in days. His tongue met hers a
s her hips moved against his.
His fingers trailed along her shoulder and across her hip, down her thigh as far as he could reach, finally cupping her knee and moving it so her leg was resting on his. His hand moved up the inside of her leg, stopping only as it reached her center. A single finger found its way past her clit and she gasped as she felt him slide inside.
With an arm laying beneath her head and the other feeling her wetness, he held her in his arms, alternating between kissing her lips and sucking hungrily on her nipples, until he felt her begin to fall apart.
She buried her face in his neck as the electricity running through her body stilled. She couldn’t believe the intensity of her orgasm, a feeling he gave her with merely his lips and fingers. She couldn’t begin to guess what it would feel like when he was finally insider her.
Declan wrapped his arms around her and held her while she caught her breath. When she finally looked up to his eyes, he found heat looking back at him. He felt the strain of the denim against his cock and knew if he didn’t do something soon, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself.
Reaching between them, she reached for the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. “Off. These need to come off.” Her voice gruff and impatient.
He raised his lips in a cocky grin and quickly stood to shed his clothing. He had no more than taken off his second sock when she pulled on his arm so he would lay down.
Impatient, she moved herself on top of him.
“Wait.”
“What?” She looked up at him. If he was going to stop her now, she might just kill him. Orgasm or not.
“Condom.”
That one, single word caused Madison’s stomach to drop. “Ohmygod. I can’t believe I forgot.”
“It’s alright. I have one.”
Declan reached down to his jeans on the floor and dug into the pocket that held his wallet. A moment later, a shiny package was ripped open. Madison watched as the protection was rolled over his hard length.
When he was finished, she bent down to his lips and looked him squarely in the eye. “Thank you.”
She kissed him, briefly wanting to impress upon him her gratitude for taking care of both of them.
Sitting up, she reached between them and found his cock, pressing it against her center and sending jolts through her body. She felt the head of his cock just barely enter her when she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered herself to him for a long kiss.
Not able to stand it any longer, Declan planted his feet and pushed himself inside causing them to moan in unison.
She lifted herself from his chest and rocked her hips, taking in more of him. Their eyes were locked on each other as she continued to grind her hips.
His hands ran up her thighs and past her waist until he could reach her breasts. Taking a nipple in each hand, he lightly played with them until he heard her breath change.
One hand went to her neck as he stared up into her eyes, watching as another orgasm started to build.
“There you go, baby. Come for me,” he urged. He loved watching her.
Her mouth was open, panting, but there was no noise. Not until she had fallen over the edge again.
Taking her in his arms, he held her tight.
“Oh my God, Declan.” Her voice was breathless. “I want you to come.”
He could feel her heart beating against his chest.
Loosening his hold, he lifted himself from the couch. She moaned in frustration as he slid out. Gently, he laid her body back on the cushions.
He moved in front of her on his knees and entered her again. They both looked down to see where his cock was sliding in and out of her body.
“You like watching?” he asked, increasing his speed.
“Yes,” she panted in return. His size filled her perfectly. It wasn’t going to take long for another orgasm to take hold.
She reached up and took her breast in her hands, tweaking a nipple. Then she wet a finger and lowered it to her clit.
One last time, her sound went quiet as she reached the precipice and fell. And this time, as he felt her spasm around him, Declan fell, too.
As he slowed his hips, he leaned over her and lightly kissed each of her nipples before brushing his lips against hers.
He pulled out of her and quickly took care of the condom. He laid so his back was against the couch and her back was against him. His arm wrapped tight around her torso, her hands resting on his arms. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder and along her neck as she quietly mewed, relaxing after her multiple orgasms.
When she turned to look at him, she found tenderness in his eyes. He ran his knuckles along her cheek and chin and was interrupted when he went to kiss her.
“I beg of you. Please do not ever deny me that again.”
He grinned as her hand went behind his head and pulled him down for a gentle kiss.
As they laid quietly, Declan began tracing his fingers along a tattoo on Madison’s arm.
“Q?” he asked, following the shape with his finger.
“Quinn? Q. It’s the nickname Jessa gave me when we were younger.”
This particular tattoo was relatively simple in that it was just the letter Q with a shadow behind it. The artist had done a really good job making it look three-dimensional.
“I noticed you had another on your ribcage. What’s the story behind that one?” He slid his hand beneath her arm so he could run his fingers along the ink.
“It’s from a children’s story.”
“Hmm…” His fingers continued to trace what he could see.
She took his hand in hers and interlaced their fingers. “What about you? I noticed the barbwire tat on your leg. Do you have any others?”
“No, just the one.”
“Do you have any interest in getting another?”
“I’m not sure yet. I haven’t found anything I want to have on my body forever.”
“What made you pick the barbwire?”
“Not a clue. I was pretty drunk when I got it. I’m not even sure the artist should have let me do it, to be honest.”
“Let me guess, you and Cody were out hitting the town one night?”
Declan laughed. “No. That happened during college. One of my buddies was getting married junior year and decided to get a tat the night of his bachelor party. While he was getting his, I was talking with the other artist, and she offered.”
“I see. So you just did it so you could flirt with the girl, huh?”
Declan reached his arm under hers and cupped her breast. “The only girl I want to talk about flirting with is you.”
“Yeh, well, your fingers keep that up, there won’t be much flirting going on.”
Madison wiggled her ass and felt Declan start to harden behind her. Deciding she hadn’t had enough, she turned her body to face him.
“I think you’ve denied me long enough, Mr. Healy,” she teased.
Chapter 14
Madison hadn’t felt this happy in, well, she hadn’t ever felt this happy. Things with Declan were going well, even if her feelings did freak the shit out of her. If she didn’t stop and really think about it, she was fine.
She had basically changed gyms now. And being a woman, she was definitely in the minority. The Madison of only a few weeks ago would have loved all the eye candy she saw while she was working out, but the only guy she had eyes for now was the boss.
Madison reached for the toilet paper only to realize there was one measly square left on the roll. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Madison?”
Madison cocked her head. She hadn’t realized anyone else was in the locker room. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Issy. What’s the matter?”
Chuckling to herself, she tore the empty roll off the holder and stuck it under the door so Issy could see the problem.
“Ahh. Gotcha. Give me one second, and I’ll be right back.”
A minute or so later, Issy’s hand
appeared under the stall door with a roll of toilet paper attached to it.
“Thank you!”
Issy chuckled. “Glad I could help.”
Madison had always found it odd how women would talk to each other while one or both of them was using the toilet, but that’s exactly what happened. Madison finished up and then Issy took her turn. All the while, Issy talked about the party she had gone to the night before.
“Yeh, it was at one of the frat houses. This guy my best friend is dating, well, his friend turned twenty,” she explained.
“And let me guess, any reason for a frat to throw a party, right?”
“Exactly! It was wall-to-wall people with loud music and people doing keg stands.”
“Sounds like maybe it wasn’t your kinda party?”
Issy shrugged as she walked out of the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands. “I guess not. I just don’t understand why girls let their IQ drop twenty points just because there are frat guys in the vicinity. They aren’t that special.”
Madison laughed. “I remember thinking that exact same thing when I was in college.”
As Issy dried her hands, she looked in the mirror to see Madison standing next to her locker in only her sports bra and panties. The last thing she wanted to do was stare, but when she noticed Madison’s tattoo, she couldn’t help it. It was a few inches wide and took up the bulk of her ribcage on the left side. And it was distinctive.
She felt as though she had seen it before, she just couldn’t place it.
It looked like …
Holy shit.
Just as the realization hit Issy that she had seen this particular image before, Madison looked up. Her smile quickly faded as she saw Issy’s face pale. “Are you okay?” Madison started walking toward her.
Issy nodded numbly, never taking her eyes off the tattoo. “I … I have to go.” She turned and quickly made her way out of the locker room, never having actually looked Madison in the eye.