Into the Fire

by T A. McKay

  I push her gently back against the mattress, laying my weight on top of her. I have a sudden need to be inside her. I need to feel myself inside her body, claiming everything that’s mine. I need to feel her come with my touch, but I need it slow. Tonight we will be making love, there will be no fucking involved.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Madison

  I reach for the shampoo, grabbing it from the shelf before pouring it into my hand. As I lather my hair I let my mind drift to the man I left sleeping in bed, smiling with the memories of the night before. When we had joined together I’d felt our connection deep in my heart as well as my body, the love between us exploding into mutual orgasms.

  My body starts to tingle as I'm assaulted by the visions of us together and I move under the warm water, rinsing my hair to try and distract myself. I tilt my head back, letting the water hit my face, washing away the last traces of sleep. Reaching up I push my wet hair away from my face, but before I can drop my arms I feel a strong pair of hands grabbing my hips, pulling me back against a hard body. I lean back into him, letting my body melt against him.

  “Good morning, Mrs Cole.” His voice is sleep roughened and sexy as hell. I love to hear him talking with the huskiness that’s there when he’s waking up or horny, those times make my insides quiver.

  “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself there mister.” He turns me to face him, his erection sitting against my stomach, hard as stone. Noah always seems to be hard, even after night full of love making here he is, harder than most men can get. His recovery time should be investigated, it can’t be natural for him to recover so quickly after what we do together. I fear there may be a day when I'm not able to keep up with his demands, but until that day I'm just going to go along with the exciting ride.

  He kisses me, a small distraction as he pushes my body backwards with his body.

  “I don’t agree, Angel.” I gasp as my back hits the cold tiles, but he doesn’t stop moving until my body is pinned tightly against the wall by his large body. This is one of my biggest turn ons with Noah, his size. He towers above me, making me feel protected and vulnerable at the same time. Feeling him against me is making me lose focus, my mind hazy with lust. I wonder if it will always be this way, if he will always have this effect on me.

  It takes me a few minutes to realise what he had said, and even though I just want him to keep touching me, I also need to know what he’s talking about.

  “What do you mean?” My breathing is becoming laboured, making my chest rise and fall against his, my already hard nipples rubbing against his chest.

  He moves his hands down to arse, where he squeezes before grabbing me behind the thighs and lifting my feet from the ground. My back slides up the wet wall easily and I wrap my legs around his waist. I grab onto his shoulders to hold myself up.

  “Marry me.” It didn’t sound like a question, more like a statement. Marry him, he has to be kidding? I laugh, waiting for him to join in. He looks deadly serious and my laughter fades from my lips. I cup his face in my hands, making him focus on me.

  “We can’t get married, we’ve only been together a few days.” He lowers me slowly onto his dick. He fills me completely making me cry out. He slips his hands under my thighs, opening me wider for him as he pushes harder, getting as deep as he can. My head falls back against the wall, my eyes clenching tight with the pleasure.

  “Look at me, Angel.” I struggle to open my eyes, but the tone in his voice offers no argument. I lift my head, opening my eyes and looking at him.

  “Marry me.” Again there is no question in his voice. I need to find an argument against what he’s trying to say, a good reason that he’s insane, but I can’t find the words.

  “I can’t.” He pulls out slowly, thrusting into me, harder this time making my toes curl. He’s staring at me as though he can see my thoughts, see straight through to my soul. He thrusts again, my back squeaking against the tiles behind me.

  “Marry me.” His voice sounds rougher this time, more demanding. He continues to thrust, working my body to a level of ecstasy that I never thought existed before I was with him. I hear the moans escaping from my body, even though I try to hold them in.

  His thrusting becomes harder, his pelvis rubbing hard against my clitoris making heat burn through me.

  “Marry me.” This time it comes out almost a growl, vibrating through my body and making me cry out. I can feel my body start to tighten around him, feel my core prepare for the orgasm that’s about to crash through me. I’m right on the edge when Noah stops thrusting, pushing into me and refusing to move. The friction against my clit disappears, making my orgasm retreat slightly.

  “Noah, oh God, don’t stop.” I can’t help but beg, I’m so close and I don’t want him to stop.

  “Marry me.” Why is he still going on with this? He can’t be serious with this question? We’ve only spent a few days together since we reconnected. Can a marriage really be built on such little foundation?

  “Noah, I can’t say yes. I love you but I can’t.” He starts to move in and out of me again, gentler this time, just enough to create friction where I need it. I feel the heat building again, my pussy walls grabbing on to him, keeping him where I need him. He builds me to the very edge, but the movement isn’t enough to have me flying. I need more.

  “Harder. Noah, I need you to fuck me.” He slows a little, and I cry out, but for a different reason this time. Why won’t he let me come? I need to come.

  “Noah, Please?” I'm hoping he will take pity on me, give me what I need.

  “Marry me.” I want to say yes. Being his wife is something I’ve been thinking about since high school, those daydreams used to fill all my spare time. I want to be his wife, but I don’t want him to regret asking, don’t want him to feel like he needs to ask me.

  “I want to, but not yet.” He continues to thrust slowly, my body at the point of spontaneously combusting. My mind is fuzzy with passion, not letting me focus on anything except the little bundle of nerves between my legs that needs something more.

  “Marry me.”

  “No.”

  “Marry me.” He reaches his hand down leaning his thumb right next to my clit. One inch to the left and he will be pressing just where I need him to, giving me that little extra stimulation that I need.

  “Oh God.”

  “Marry me.” He growls loudly and I feel him grow harder inside me. He’s close, and it makes my body tighten more. Fuck. I need him to finish, I need to come.

  “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you!” I shout this at him. He thrusts hard inside me building us both quickly. I feel the tidal wave building, and I know that it’s about to crash over me. I scream out as I feel Noah pinching my clit, the pain shooting straight to my core, throwing me over the edge and straight into heaven. Bright colours flicker behind my eyelids as I throw my head back and give into the feelings. I feel him thrust a few final times before he roars with release.

  His head falls against my shoulder, a final groan leaving his body. I tighten my arms around his shoulder and kiss his neck. I always think that every time we are together it’s the best, but Noah proves that he only gets better. Each time is better than the last. I feel his lips kissing over my collarbone, making their way across and up to my neck.

  “I can’t wait to make you mine, Mrs Cole.” I laugh, not sure how long he will go along with this.

  “There are easier ways to get me to have sex with you. You don’t have to pretend to propose.” His head whips up and he glares at me. I move my body back from his as much as I can, not knowing what I’ve done to piss him off.

  “I didn’t ask you to get laid, Madison. I want to fucking marry you, today if I had my way. And you agreed, and you’re not going back on your yes.” His voice is angry, coming out as snappy. Shit. I didn’t realise he was being so serious, that he was actually asking me. My heart that was just starting to beat normally now races again, realising I just agreed to marry Noah. I smile at h
im, leaning forward and claiming his lips. I feel him smile under my lips and harden again inside me.

  “My answer is still yes. But only you could propose while fucking me into a coma against a wall.” The laughter bursts from him, causing me to laugh along with him.

  “Angel, I never claimed to do things normally.”

  Noah

  I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror doing my hair for work. I have a huge arse smile on my face and I can’t stop. I know it was a dirty trick, an evil way to get her to say yes but I don’t care, it worked. I had no intentions of asking her to marry me, but when I walked into the bathroom and saw her standing under the shower, the water running down her sexy body, I couldn’t stop myself.

  And now she’s agreed, there’s no going back. I thought after we had finished she was going to protest, take back her yes, but she stunned me again by telling me that she was going to marry me. I just need to convince her that the sooner we get married the better, that way I have less chance of fucking it up.

  I watch her enter the bathroom behind me, a smirk on her lips and happiness in her eyes. She walks over and stands next to me, grabbing her toothbrush from the cupboard. I watch as she puts toothpaste on it and starts brushing her teeth. She makes the most mundane tasks look sexy, and I wish I were that toothbrush.

  “You’re staring.” You would think she would be used to it by now, I spend most of my time watching her, and it’s officially my new favourite hobby.

  “Yes, Beautiful, I am.” She continues to brush while watching me in the mirror. She spits and rinses her brush. I walk over to her and grab her by the hips, turning her to face me. I lift her and sit her on the edge of the unit behind her, moving in-between her legs as she sits.

  I wipe the bit of toothpaste that she’s left in the corner of her mouth, and I’m rewarded with the smile. I can’t believe I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this woman, she really is everything I’ve been looking for. Beautiful, sexy as hell and confident, but I know she won’t let me get away with any of my shit, she’ll fight me for what she believes. Little does she know that even when she is arguing with me, I find her the sexiest woman in the world.

  “I love you.” I don’t think I will ever get bored of saying those words to her. I spent too long not being able to say them, now I won’t ever stop. I kiss her gently, needing to just feel her. I break the kiss, pulling her into a hug and love the feel of her arms around my shoulders holding me tightly.

  “I love you too, but neither of us can be late for work again, so don’t start anything.” I laugh at her response, knowing that she isn’t wrong with her statement. We’ve spent the last few days being late for work after I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

  “You’re safe, little girl. I don’t think I could get it up if I tried. You have officially broken me.” She leans back, raising one eyebrow at me. We both know I'm lying, so I just wink at her. I reach up and stroke my finger over her cheek, watching as her eyes close and she leans into my touch.

  Everything I’ve done in the past, every event that I’ve been through doesn’t compare to this moment right now. Seeing the love that Madison has for me is life altering. I never thought I would ever experience the love that everyone talks about in the movies. The type of love that makes your world turn when they touch you, leaving you feeling empty when they aren’t with you. This right here is that love. I crave Madison's touch when we’re a part, needing it to centre me, to give my life meaning. I don’t even care that people will say I’ve lost my mind, I’ll gladly do that if it means having Madison in my arms. It’s the only thing in my life that I need.

  The garage is going to be my career. Hard work and dedication will make it something successful that will allow me to live the life I want. My family will always be there for me, supporting me in anything I do and I love them. Nothing will compare though to the love of this woman, knowing that she needs my love just as much.

  “Marry me?” I decide to be less demanding this time, showing my softer side. She opens her eyes and looks at me.

  “I thought we had already discussed this and I said yes.” I'm not making myself clear, she isn’t getting what I mean.

  “No. Marry me, today.” Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open into a little ‘O’. I push against her chin, closing her mouth before kissing it. It takes her a few seconds to answer, I let her take her time, to think about what I just asked. I don’t want to rush her and scare her off.

  “I love you, Noah, with everything I am, but I'm not marrying you today. We have some other things to sort out first, you have a family to tell about all this. I love you, but I'm not rushing to get married.” She makes sense. No one knows anything about this, and I think my parents would be pissed if I got married without them here. I also need to tell Rocco, I can only imagine how that conversation will go. I know it looks like we’re rushing into this, but when you know it’s right there is no point waiting. I hope that Rocco understands. I'm sure he will, he’s seen it with Mason and Niamh and he’s living it himself now.

  “You’re right. This is another reason I need you, you keep my crazy arse in check.” She pushes against my chest, making room for her to jump down, sorting her trousers before walking to the door.

  “I will see your crazy arse after work. Be nice to Rocco, stops winding him up for your enjoyment.” She points a finger at me, showing that’s she’s trying to be serious. I laugh as I follow her out the bathroom and watch her collect her bag. She blows me a kiss before leaving me to finish getting ready for work. I hear the front open and before she can shut it I shout after her the words I want her to remember all day.

  “I love you, Madison.”

  Epilogue

  Noah

  I feel the sun heating my face as tilt my head up to the sky, my eyes closed against the bright light. I hear giggling from across the decking area and I open my eyes, looking towards the noise. Quinn is sitting on a blanket playing with her toys. She is now six months old and has grown so big already. She’s seriously the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. I smile towards her as she laughs at Madison, who’s sitting next to her playing with blocks. Madison builds them up into a tower and Quinn knocks it down, every time she does she giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

  Madison smiles and looks over at me, like she can feel me staring at. She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I'm the luckiest fucker in the world being married to her. Four months, that’s how long my life has been complete, since the day she said I do and agreed to be my wife.

  When I told her I wanted to marry her, I don’t think she realised I meant straight away. I just wanted to be hers, before I messed it up again. I was sure I would do something that would make her run from me and I didn’t want to chance that. When I told Madison that, she laughed, telling me as long as I kept my dick out of other women we would be fine. I would’ve married her the next day if she had agreed, but she wanted to talk to Rocco and Makenzie first, scared that they would be upset if we got married before them. I knew better, Rocco wouldn’t be anything but excited for us, and I was right. They were more than happy to let us get married first. I think Makenzie knows that all this is all still new to Rocco, so doesn’t want to push him into things too quickly. For all his big talk, there’s still a part of him that doesn’t fully believe it’s happening. You can still see those little moments of panic when words for Elle come back to haunt him, but Makenzie is always there to pull him back, to show him how much she loves him.

  So just over a month later we exchanged our vows in a very small ceremony. It was all we needed, just the two of us and a few friends and family. We weren’t getting married for any other reason than we loved each other, so we didn’t want or need anything flashy. There’s only one more thing that would make my life complete, to find out she’s pregnant with my child. I have told her that I can’t wait for us to start a family, but she told me that she spent so long waiting on me to be hers, she doesn’
t want to share me just yet. I can understand what she means, and I’m happy to wait, as long as it isn’t too long.

  I wink at her, making her blush before returning her attention to playing with Quinn. I know why she’s blushing, I made a promise to her of what I'm going to do to her when we get home, and she knows I always keep my promises.

  I look over to where Rocco is cooking on the barbeque and smile. He’s kissing Makenzie like he hasn’t seen her in a week, but I know that they very rarely spend time apart. They only have a few weeks left until their wedding, and everyone is getting excited. They had planned to get married earlier in the year, around the time of my wedding, but Rocco has had a few medical problems. He had started getting pains in his spine, making us worry that there was a complication from his previous injury. It took two CAT scans on his spine to realise that he had slipped a disk and it was lying against a nerve, causing his leg to go numb. He was told it was possible it had happened at a recent race meet that he had been to. He had dived into the pool and someone cut across his lane, causing him perform an awkward twist to try and avoid them. We all breathed a sigh of relief when he got his results, we were scared it would be more operations but he just needed a few weeks of physical therapy and medication.

  Now with that behind them, they’re in the final stages of preparations and I’ve never seen them so stressed. Today is a rare day for them, they usually have their head stuck in a notebook that has more checklists than I’ve ever seen. Watching them makes me appreciate my small wedding even more.

  “Are we all ready to eat?” Niamh puts another bowl on the table before walking over and lifting Quinn off the blanket and putting her in her high chair. Madison walks over, taking the seat next to me, and I kiss her gently on the lips.