“Ticklish?” I ask as my hands smooth up and down her back. Her fingers curl in my hair and tug my head back to expose my neck. Her other hand wraps around my over my tattoo.
“Hmm-mmm,” she mumbles, pressing her lips to my neck and sucking gently. “Very ticklish.” Her hand releases my hair and slides back to cup my face. I can feel her raising her legs to lock around the back of the chair as her hand drops to my chest and quickly slips under my arm. “What about you?”
Her touch pretty much causes me to leap up, both she and the chair have come along with me. Wriggling to sit back down so I can hold her hands, she might be little, but she’s strong. I manage to wrangle her hands behind her back, and she looks down at me. I know that she can feel my cock straining against my jeans. “You don’t play fair. Why did you do that?”
“I saw your list. I wanted to help you make a start on crossing them off. Have to say, ranked as number six?” I laugh at her fake disappointment, well at least I hope it’s fake disappointment over being listed as number six. I don’t want this moment to end. She’s on my lap, but she’s not close enough. It’s at this moment that I’m no longer in fantasy land. I want Madelyn. Before it might have been a plaything, but I don’t think of her in the way that I thought of the others. I’ve enjoyed her company. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her. I want to get to know her better. Dare I say it, I wanted her in a way that I’ve never wanted anyone else. I wanted a girlfriend.
“That list is in no particular order, and I was actually talking about the tickling, but I’m glad you had the guts to do it.” I instantly miss the closeness when Madelyn unhooks her legs and moves to stand. I let her wrists fall from my hands as I stand to join her. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to do it, but that was perfect. The only issue is, the plan was for me to kiss you, not you kiss me. Here, come and sit down. Hope it’s okay.”
I watch her like a hawk as she eats. She doesn’t look at the food with any suspicion and dives right in. The moans of appreciation make me move uncomfortably. “You’re either really enjoying it, or you should be studying acting.”
Madelyn’s hand flies up to her mouth. “No, it’s good. It’s really good. Haven’t eaten much all day, so this is really hitting the spot.”
“How come you haven’t eaten today? Don’t you get a lunch break?”
“It’s payday tomorrow. I do get a lunch break, doesn’t help when you have no lunch, though. The apple got me through. Trent made me breakfast.”
My gaze narrows at her. “What did you have for dinner last night?” I wait for her to finish the mouthful that she took in an obvious attempt to avoid answering the question. I stared at her to ensure she knew I wasn’t moving on 'til I got my answer.
“I was full from lunch,” she said while shrugging and taking another bite finishing off her plate. “It’s fine. The food always thins out when it’s off week.”
I have no experience to relate to what she’s saying. Not having enough money to buy food is something I’ve never had happen. “Do you have food for breakfast?”
Madelyn nods her head, I just don’t believe her because she won’t look me in the eye. She gathers her plate and only then catches my gaze to motion that she wants to take mine. “It’s getting late. I have things I need to get done, so …”
“Do you have to go? What do you need to do that you can’t do here?”
She laughs at me by way of an answer as she takes the plates and leaves them on the sink. I keep trying to change her mind, but she has her book under her arm, handbag over her shoulder and the door open.
“Keep going with that list. I want to see more when I next come back here.”
“When will that be?”
“Whenever you want that to be.”
“I want it to be now. I don’t want you to leave, but you are leaving,” I whine and that makes her laugh.
“See you later Reece.”
Giving a playful wave as she gets into her car and leaves, I head into the front room and see that she’s added a small notation next to the point involving her.
Kiss Madelyn properly – yeah, none of this side mouth action. Kiss her like a real man.
Snickering at her comment. A real man. I thought I was, but now I want to show her that I am. I pick up the pen and make a new notation. Recapping the pen to set it back in the cup before I clean the kitchen and take stock of what I have in my stores. I pin a few recipes and even get an idea for a song fleshed out on my wall. I’ve had a pretty productive few hours, but I need to get out of this room. Out of this house. With all the lounging around and extra sleep, I do feel rejuvenated. I set on the idea of going for a run. I return from upstairs with my runners on and hit the streets. I skip down the steps and go straight into a gentle jog the second my feet hit the road. I run the opposite direction of the store to do some exploring. For the number of houses in the street, there’s hardly any lights on, and the streets are bare of transport. There are a few houses for sale sprinkled throughout my run, it takes me through the park and out the other side. More housing. I’ve made it three blocks when I run past several closed up shops. A dentist, random for a small town like this. A shoe shop. That’s more relative. And a laundromat.
A thin figure inside has me grinding to a halt. I’m across the street and can see right into the brightly lit building. Madelyn chose laundry over me.
Laundry.
Me.
Before I can even stop myself, I’m pushing through the door, and I’m pissed. She has her back to me, and I make no attempt to hide my rising anger. “So this is what I’m competing against? Fucking washing.” She doesn’t turn around. “Hey. I’ve never been rejected like this.” Still nothing. I close the distance between us and then notice the earbuds in her ears. “Hey.” My gentle touch on her shoulder sends her jumping through the roof.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Reece,” she said as she clutched her chest and yanks the earbuds out. “You scared me. Lucky I’m in the right spot to get some fresh underwear.”
“So I was ditched for this?”
She cocked her head at my tone. “I also did some studying, got my car fixed once again, paid a payment so my electricity doesn’t get cut off on me again and yeah, I was starting to do my laundry to help distract my mind from the fact that lunch the other day pretty much took up my grocery money for the week,” she said. Okay. I feel like shit as her tone isn’t lost on me. “I have a life that I need to manage Reece. I’m not on holiday here. My life doesn’t stop because I’ve made a new friend. I have bills to pay. I have to ration my time or things fall behind. I’m sorry if that sounds mean, nevertheless that’s my reality.”
I watch her hand move towards the coin slot, and I slide my hand over to cover it. “Grab your clothes,” is all I say to her. When she stands there and doesn’t move. I take the basket off the floor and open the door. “Please get your clothes, you are not paying for your laundry anymore. I have a washing machine that will work perfectly for you … once you work out the instructions, so, come on. Let’s go. I’m not interested in your dirty laundry, got enough of that of my own.” I hold the basket against the machine for her to fill. She narrows her gaze slightly before reaching in and pulling stuff out. “There’s even a drier. Everything you need. There is one condition, though.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
I turn my back and head towards the door. “I’ll tell you the conditions when we get home. I’ll even leave you alone so you can do some studying. You can get on with your life while I get on with mine.”
I carry the basket of washing into the house and set it down in the laundry room.
“Okay, complicated machine meet Madelyn. Madelyn meet complicated machine.”
“So what’s the conditions first?” she looks so cute leaning against the door jam, her arms crossed in front of her.
“That you tell me how to use it so I can do my own washing.”
“You could have told me this before, and you could have had it done
. It’s just knowing how to get them started and what clothes you have to make sure you look after them properly,” she said as she moves over and gently shoulders me out of the way. She opens the lid and points to the obvious. “The instructions are here.”
I lean back and watch as she puts her clothes in. “Clothes … in.” She holds up a box that smells all flowery. “Washing powder.” I snicker as she dramatically shakes some of the powder in and puts the box down. She grabs a bottle and shows it to me. “Softener. Essential. There was one time when I ran out and didn’t have any money to get more, so I ended up using shampoo as the powder,” she said with a laugh and pours some of the liquid stuff into the centre holder and closes the lid. She leans over the machine and presses a button. “Here’s the on button. Now, because my clothes are just jeans and mainly synthetic stuff, I’m just going for a normal wash, so select ‘normal’, make sure the taps are on and hit start. Don’t be offended by the instructions right there.”
The sound of water gushing into the machine fills the room.
“Not offended, I asked for your help. Now, I have a question.” Madelyn looks over her shoulder at me as she walks into the laundry. “When do you wash the clothes you’re wearing now?”
Madelyn’s bent over the washing machine as she pulls her wet clothes that I demanded she pull from the laundromat out of the basket and puts them straight into the dryer. She stills at my question.
“I guess … I guess I’d have to wash them now, but that would mean you’d have to wash yours too. Do you have anything clean I could borrow? A shirt?” I shake my head. “A bathrobe?” I don’t try to stop my laugh as I tell her. “This ain’t the Ritz.” I watch her close the dryer door and turn back to face me, but her eyes look only at my chest. “What are you thinking?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
MADELYN
Taking a small step forward and tentatively lifting my hand up to catch the hem of his shirt. I twirl the hem around my finger and give it a little tug. He’s asked an excellent question. What am I thinking? I’m thinking that I want him. Forget dinner, I want Reece Ashton on a platter, right now. I let the fabric untwist from my fingers before catching another grip and start to lift.
“I’m thinking if I have to be undressed, then so do you,” I say as I lift his shirt up and over his head. When I have it clear of his body, I drop it into the washing machine. I’m speechless. Actually lost for words. He’s standing in front of me like he should be on a billboard. Naked chest, jeans hanging low on his hips. That delicious looking V on his stomach. Even in the glare of the fluorescent lighting, he looks worthy of a magazine cover. “Well this hardly seems fair?” he says, and I can’t help but lift my gaze hesitantly to his eyes.
“There will be no judgement on the quality of my unders. It’s laundry day,” and I lower my voice to finish with, “every day of the week.” I cross my arms in front and grab hold of my shirt edge.
Reece shakes his head as he knocks the fabric out of my hands. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to unwrap the present.” He gently and slowly lifts it while I raise my arms above my head. He reaches behind my head to pull my hair free, and we both watch him drop the shirt into the wash. My arms try to shield my threadbare bra.
“You have that French chic lingerie thing going on,” Reece steps even closer and hooks his thumbs into the waist of my jeans, and I try not to laugh at the way he interpreted my clothes. “I can see your nipples. Sexy. I don’t need to see your nipples to get me hard. Just being around you makes me think inappropriate thoughts. You’re like a vision. Can I take your jeans off?”
“Only if I can take yours off,” I counter while my hand skims that V on his abs I’m itching to get my tongue to taste. My fingertips tickle the wispy hairs along his happy trail that elicit a groan of appreciation.
“Strip. Now,” he instructs and flicks the top button on his jeans and grabs the two sides to pull them apart. The buttons make a strained sound as they unloop through each hole. Reece leans forwards to lower his jeans, and his head stops just in front of my right breast. I can feel his breath through the fabric, and my nipple instantly reacts by getting harder. I don’t stop his fingers from tugging the material away to leave it exposed. As he steps out of his jeans, he closes his mouth over my breast. His tongue pays special attention to my nipple as it swirls while he gently sucks. My head lolls backwards while my hand keeps him firmly attached to what he’s doing. I wriggle at his fingers trying to undo the zipper to my jeans. He releases my nipple and apologizes.
“Didn’t mean to tickle you. Need these jeans off … like yesterday,” he mutters before his open mouth latches onto mine. I undo the button and ease the zipper down. As soon as the fabric loosens, he slides his hands down over my arse cheeks. His kiss is deep, passionate and intoxicating. Our tongues press against each other while I slide down my jeans and underpants and reach behind to get the clasp on my bra. He lets the grip on my lower cheeks go as he slides my bra straps along my arms.
I reach out to remove his underpants, but all I touch is skin. “Touch me. God, I want your hands on me everywhere,” he encouraged. I snake my arm behind his waist and gently pull him forward 'til his body is pressed against mine. His skin is warm and inflames my skin. My chest collides with his lower chest while his hard cock is pressing against me.
“God you feel so good,” I moan as he takes my mouth again. His hands seem to be everywhere - in my hair, on my face, behind my neck, down my arms and back and cupping my arse. He’s overwhelming but addictive all at the same time. My nails bite into his skin as I mirror his hold.
“Need to taste you. Every inch of you.”
I move around him and push him against the washer. My hands skim his skin, and I press a kiss over his chest. “Thought it was obligatory for all rockstars to have nipple rings,” I joke.
“I’m not a rockstar. I’m just Reece,” he said in a low voice causing me to move back slightly.
“And for the record. I’m very interested in just Reece, not the rockstar,” I say as I place a gentle kiss in the centre of his chest. Our frenzied movements slow right down, and we savour the moments. His warm hands take hold of my shoulders as my lips slowly descend. I breathe in his scent as my hand runs up his thigh and gently cups his balls. I can’t help but smile at his groan of appreciation. I lower to my knees, and I’m face to face with his cock. It’s long, thick and has my mouth watering. It matches in with the rest of him perfectly. I don’t hesitate and open to start at the head. I tease the eye with my tongue before taking it in my mouth to let it pop gently before starting the process again with a different intensity.
I take as much as I can before I have to pull back. I’m finding my rhythm when I drop the hand massaging his balls to my own ache between my legs.
My fingers glide easily through the slickness that coats my entrance. I pull back and give one long suck along the length on the underside, “You make me so wet.”
I’m about to reclaim the head when Reece hauls me up by under my arms and slams the washing machine lid. In one swift movement, the cold metal meeting my skin makes me jump as I’m deposited gently on top.
“My turn.” Is all he says as he brings me to the edge of the machine and leans in. He lifts one leg and places my foot on the sink rim and holds onto my ankle. His tongue licks from bottom to top, and I relish the sensation. “Fuck you are wet. So wet.” I almost fall off when his tongue snakes inside me. My fingers instantly move to my clit, and I circle over the top. “Keep doing that.”
His tension is sublime as we work together. I know it’s a mish-mash of fingers and tongue, but he’s able to work me right up. I shudder as he inserts two fingers. “Holy hell. If that’s how you feel on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”
His fingers cause me to writhe in pure pleasure as he hits all the right spots and have me writhing and ready to leap off the washer. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him back to where I want him. “Keep going with your tongue. That tongue is
going to make me come.”
I know the movement he’s doing with his fingers. His fingers feel strong and I can feel myself rising to the point of where I won’t be able to stop. “Keep doing that,” I all but beg. I circle my finger over my clit again, and I can’t stop that rush that takes over. “Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop what you are doing, Reece.”
My breath hitches as my orgasm rocks through my body. My walls clench around his fingers while my legs shake. I’m grinding against his face willing his tongue to go deeper. I feel like jelly all over when Reece lifts his head, but his fingers don’t stop. “Hold onto me.” His arm reaches under my leg and wraps around my waist before lifting me like a rag doll off the washer. We turn around, and he pins me to the wall.
His body presses against me, and I give him a kiss. I can taste myself with every lick, and it makes me feel hotter. I cup the side of his face in an attempt to try and control the kiss, but his fingers are working me into another frenzy. I kiss him deep while his fingers me relentlessly.
Breaking our kiss as another wave of orgasm runs through me, I bury my face into the crook of his neck as his fingers slide out of me. “I want to taste you,” he says as he lifts his arm that’s holding my hooked leg. Next thing I know, the world is upside down, and again, I’m face to face with his cock. Reece has turned and is pressing his back to the wall while holding me around the waist to stop me from falling.
My body jerks when his tongue strokes my sensitive clit. I take hold of his cock and guide it to my mouth. Taking as much as I can while gripping the rest of the length and stroking it firmly.
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