Take Me in the Night (Take Me #1)

by R. L. Kenderson

  “I’m sorr-sorry my chok-choking is offensive to y-you.”

  Not to mention, it was only the three of us. It wasn’t like we were in the midst of company.

  My father’s face softened a little as I grabbed for my water glass. “I apologize. I know you’re not doing it on purpose. But perhaps you should excuse yourself to use the bathroom.”

  Good idea.

  I got up, taking my water with me, and went down the hall to the bathroom. After getting my breathing under control, I used the toilet and adjusted my clothing to make myself more comfortable.

  After leaving the bathroom, I skipped the dining room and took my glass to the kitchen to drop it off. I said a quick hello to the staff and went to grab my purse. Then, I went back to the dining room to bid my father good-bye.

  “Addison, where do you think you’re going?”

  “I decided you were right, Father. I should excuse myself.”

  “I didn’t mean for the whole night. You haven’t finished your dinner.”

  “Addison, you are being disrespectful to your father,” Simon had the audacity to say.

  And he wondered why I didn’t want to marry him.

  “I’ve had enough to eat, thank you,” I said to my dad. “I’m leaving right now out of respect, so I don’t say anything I will regret,” I told Simon. “Have a good night.” I spun on my heel and walked away.

  “We’re not done discussing the Wolfe boy,” my father called out to me.

  I put my hand up in the air and waved. The conversation was over as far as I was concerned.

  I hurried to my car before my father could send Simon after me. My engine didn’t want to turn over right away, and I slightly panicked. On the third try, the car started. As I put it in drive, I made a mental note to take it in to be looked at. I shuddered at the thought of having to spend the night at my father’s with him lecturing me all evening.

  When I got home, I parked behind my building in one of the two parking spots. Someday, I would have a house with a garage where I wouldn’t have to deal with ice and snow in the winter. There was a lot of shade in the back, so summer was always easier even if my vehicle still got hot, and I couldn’t pass up being able to walk downstairs to my office every morning.

  The building next to me had an unfamiliar SUV parked with the back facing the door. It was wide open, as was the door to the building. It looked like someone was moving in.

  The building was owned by a couple of brothers. Scott and Michael Carson were both accountants with their business on the bottom half. They used to live above their office, like me, but then they’d each gotten married—one about two years ago and the other about six months ago—and the place had been vacant since.

  Because I had nothing else to do, I figured it would be nice of me to stop by and say hi. Maybe offer some assistance if need be.

  I peeked in the doorway and didn’t see anyone.

  “Hello?” I called up the stairs.

  There was no answer, but I could hear the pounding of what sounded like a hammer, so I decided to just head up to the second floor. The door to the apartment was open, too, so I knocked before stepping inside.

  “Hello? I just wanted to welcome you—what the hell?”

  There, in all his shirtless, sweaty glory, was Maddox Wolfe. His jeans were resting low on his hips, his V demanding that I lick it.

  Of course Maddox was my new neighbor. I should have known.

  Maddox turned and let his hammer fall to his side. “Addison.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you doing, Maddox?”

  He lifted his hands and rotated his body. “I thought it was obvious. I’m moving in.”

  “Ha-ha,” I said mockingly. “You know what I mean. Why are you moving in next door to me?”

  “The rent is cheap, and it was available.” He took a step closer to me. “Believe it or not, Addison, not everything is about you.”

  I flinched. “I never said it was,” I said as I raised my chin.

  I knew I should turn around and leave. Nothing good would come of me being here, but his comment really pissed me off. I’d been told a time or two that I had a temper.

  I wiggled my fingers at him and sneered. “You’re welcome to live where you want to, and as long as you keep your dick over here, we should be fine.”

  Maddox’s eyes changed, and I recognized that look. It was full of determination and sex. I instinctively took a step back, but it wasn’t toward the door. We must’ve moved around in the midst of our conversation, and my butt hit the island counter. And, while I could have bolted to the right, I was transfixed. I made no other attempt to move.

  14

  Maddox

  I took a step toward Addison. “Why are you so dressed up? Hot date?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  I lifted a shoulder. “Must not have been that hot if you’re home before dark.”

  She grunted. “I was at my dad’s. It’s our weekly dinner.”

  I put my hands on her hips and lifted her onto the counter. “Good.”

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her brown eyes wide.

  Pulling her crotch toward mine, I said, “Keeping my dick over here.” I let go of her waist and slid my hands under her skirt, up her thighs, and over her hips. “Bad girl. Do you always go to dinner at your father’s without underwear?”

  She squirmed against me. “No. I had to take them off. I was a little sore from last night.”

  Male chauvinist pig alert. I fucking loved that she was sore because of me. It meant that she’d had a reminder of me and my cock all day, and it meant that nobody had stretched her pussy like I had. At least, not for some time.

  “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

  “I’m not.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “I mean, don’t do it again.”

  I chuckled and pushed her back onto her elbows. I lifted her knee-length skirt and bared her pussy to me.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh. I’m looking.”

  She was pink and swollen, and I immediately felt bad.

  Poor pussy.

  I gently kissed her on her cleft.

  I heard her breathing change, and I smiled.

  I didn’t want to touch her because my hands were dirty, so I put my thumbs on the very outside of her cunt and pulled on the skin. She opened for me like a flower.

  A fucking naughty flower that needed to be licked.

  Taking her soreness into consideration, I tenderly touched her with my tongue at first.

  Addison’s head fell back between her shoulders.

  I started at the bottom and made my way up to her clit where I paid extra-special attention, circling it until I had her hips moving.

  “Oh God.” She lifted her head. “I thought you said everything wasn’t about me.”

  “This isn’t for you. This is for me.”

  I sucked one of her feminine lips between my lips. And then the other.

  “Did you always taste this good?”

  “I don’t know. Were you always this good at tasting?”

  I grinned against her wetness and turned all my attention to making her come with my mouth alone. I might have taken my time though because, like I’d said, I was doing this for me.

  After I felt like I’d teased her enough, I flicked her magic little button with my tongue until she exploded all over my face. So, that still did the trick after all these years. Some things hadn’t changed.

  I stood up and took my hands from Addison’s body even though I wanted to be inside her now.

  When I looked up into her eyes, she had the same look she’d had in the jail the other night.

  She reached for my fly, and in one swift move, she had it open, the zipper down, and my cock in her hand.

  I hissed at the feel of it in her fist.

  She rubbed the head of my shaft between her slit.

  I shook my head. “You’re sore.”
/>   She sat up, put her forehead to mine, and nodded. “Go slow. No sudden movements.”

  I didn’t thrust inside her, but I didn’t pull away either.

  “Please, Maddox.” She kissed my jaw. “Please.”

  “Oh God.” I was always such a sucker for her.

  I gradually pushed my dick into her body as I put my mouth on her shoulder and sucked.

  I heard a slight whimper, and I stilled, but she put her hands on my ass and urged me forward.

  This time, I didn’t stop until I was all the way inside her. I kept our bodies connected as I rocked our hips against each other’s.

  It was so different from last night, but it was still just as hot. And, when Addison wrapped her arm around my neck and her whimpers turned to cries, I knew she was going to come again, and I was done for.

  The moment I felt her clench around me, I let myself go. Her mouth moved down to my neck, and she bit down from the force of her climax. It was going to hurt later, but right now, I didn’t mind in the least.

  I loved how our bodies were connected in two places as I poured my seed inside her.

  I pulled my mouth away from hers. “Are you okay?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Yes. You?”

  “You’re shitting me, right?”

  She laughed.

  “Maddox,” a voice came from down the stairs.

  Addison gasped.

  It was Foster.

  I quickly pulled my cock from her body and zipped up my jeans. I grabbed my hammer and went back to the picture I’d been trying to hang.

  “Maddox—oh, Addison, you’re here.”

  I looked over my shoulder to see her still sitting on the counter where I’d left her, but now, her skirt was pulled down, her ankles were crossed, and she was swinging her legs back and forth in a relaxed pose. As if I hadn’t just given her a fucking orgasm.

  I turned back to my wall and shook my head. She was good.

  “Foster,” she said in greeting. “I came over to say hi to my new neighbor. Imagine my surprise when I found it was Maddox.”

  “Uh…yeah,” my brother said.

  I looked behind me again.

  Addison jumped off the counter, and I briefly saw her wince. It was only for a second, and I was pretty sure my brother missed it.

  “Well, I’d better get home. Let me know if you need help with anything, Maddox.”

  “Will do. Thanks for stopping by.”

  She walked past my brother, and then she turned and gave me a smile.

  And then she was gone.

  “What’s up?” I asked Foster.

  “Were you two fuckin’?”

  “What the hell, Foster?”

  “Call me crazy, but I swear, I can smell sex in the air,” my brother said.

  “Oh, Foster,” Addison said from the doorway.

  Foster jumped a foot in the air and burst out laughing. His face turned red, but he turned to look at Addison. “Yeah?”

  “I’m going to bring my car in tomorrow. It’s not working right.”

  My brother swallowed. “Okay. Sure. That should be fine.” He held up his hand, obviously flustered. “Can you do Tuesday instead?”

  “Yep.” She beamed at him and walked away.

  My brother breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Oh, and, Foster?” Addison called from the stairs.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes, we were fucking. Thanks for waiting until we were done.”

  I’d never seen my brother more embarrassed in his life.

  15

  Addison

  On Monday, I went to Des Moines for the day to meet up with some friends. We’d decided to play hooky and go shopping instead. Plus, I needed some girl time.

  Pete was kind enough to trade cars with me for the day in case mine broke down. I didn’t want to get stuck out of town, and Pete didn’t have plans to go anywhere far, which was a relief because I needed to get out of Brook Creek.

  Des Moines was the largest city in Iowa, and sometimes, I considered moving there. There was so much to do. You didn’t know everyone, and they didn’t know you. And there were no ex-boyfriends that haunted my past there. At times, it made me ask myself why I still lived in Brook Creek.

  “So, after twelve years of just—poof—being gone, Maddox shows up, back in town?” Marie, one of my closest friends, asked me as she rubbed her huge belly.

  I was going through a bunch of shirts on a clothing rack while she stood next to me with a look of incredulity on her face.

  “That’s right,” I said as I pulled a cute top off the rack and looked it over.

  “And he never went to prison?” my other good friend Darcy asked.

  “Nope.”

  I had already told the ladies about Maddox sudden reappearance. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet up today with them. It was too important to discuss over the phone, and I needed their advice on how to handle the situation.

  “What happened to him then? I mean, how did he end up going into the military?” Darcy asked, taking the shirt from me and holding it up under my chin. She shook her head.

  I shrugged and took the shirt to hang back up. “I still don’t know. His record is sealed.”

  “You haven’t asked him?” Marie asked.

  “Um…I haven’t had the opportunity to ask. We’ve either been not talking to each other or…”

  “Fucking like bunnies,” Darcy finished for me.

  “Yeah, that. Although I wouldn’t say we were bunnies,” I said with a laugh.

  “I can’t believe he just came in your room, didn’t say a word, and had sex with you,” Marie said, her dark eyes wide.

  “I think it sounds hot,” Darcy countered with an almost-dreamy look in her own blue eyes. “I wish someone would sneak into my room and ravish me.”

  “Not me. I need to be wooed,” Marie said.

  “Says the woman with the most romantic husband in the state,” Darcy said. “Not all of us are as lucky as you. He probably gives you six orgasms a night and apologizes for not giving you more.”

  Marie’s husband, Desmond, was tall, dark, and handsome, but he was also one of the nicest guys in the world, and he doted on her.

  “Yeah, I am lucky, aren’t I?” she said with a smile as she hugged her growing belly. Her beautiful dark skin was practically glowing.

  “You are lucky,” I told her. “Now, feel sorry for the rest of us.”

  Marie laughed.

  I picked up another shirt and held it up to her. “This would look great on you.”

  She took it from me. “It’s adorable. But I should probably wait to buy clothes until after I have this baby.” She put the shirt back and looked at her watch. “Is it time for lunch yet?”

  “What time is it?”

  “Eleven.”

  “I could eat,” I said.

  “Sure,” Darcy agreed, pushing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

  We left the store and walked down the mall to the restaurant we had previously decided on. I put our name in with the hostess, and we waited to be seated.

  “So, what are you going to do about Maddox?” Marie asked me.

  “I honestly don’t know. Part of me is still really angry with him, but then the two times we were together, I really enjoyed it. Not just the sex,” I clarified. “I like that I forgot about what had happened. I like that we could just be together.”

  “But you know that, eventually, your resentment will probably get worse.”

  I leaned my head back against the wall of the bench we were sitting on. “I know.” I lifted my head as a thought occurred to me. “I forgot to tell you ladies. The weird thing is, I feel like Maddox feels the same. From the moment I saw him again, I feel like he’s the one mad at me. But I can’t figure out why.”

  “Addison for three,” the hostess called out.

  We followed her to our table and took our seats.

  “You don’t think Maddox blames you for getting sent away, do you?�
�� Marie asked.

  “I can’t imagine why. I went to the sheriff right away and told him that Maddox was with me at the time of the robbery.”

  “Yeah, but you never went to court and testified,” Darcy pointed out.

  “I would have. He’s the one who never asked me to go to court for him.”

  Marie gave me a sad smile. “Maybe it’s because he found out he wasn’t going to jail. Whatever happened that caused him to go into the military instead of prison, he didn’t ask you to testify because he didn’t need you anymore.”

  I flinched at her words.

  Marie grabbed my hand. “Oh, hon, you know that’s not what I meant.”

  I squeezed her fingers to let her know I wasn’t offended. “I know. But maybe you’re right. Maybe he saw his opportunity to escape Brook Creek and his family, and he took it. Maybe I would have weighed him down. Maybe I would have been a reminder.”

  “It still doesn’t make it right that he just ditched you.” Darcy said.

  “I know.”

  But I had to wonder, Would I have done the same thing if I were him?

  And then I remembered all the nights I had cried for him. No, no way. I would have tried to take him with me. I would have at least said good-bye.

  “Now, you know why I don’t know what to do with him,” I said.

  “I think you need to sit him down and talk to him,” Marie said.

  I knew Marie was right, but I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to fight with Maddox. And, if I was being really honest, I didn’t want to hear about how he’d never really loved me. Anger was an easier emotion to deal with. I’d already had my heart broken by him. If he said anything to me about not caring about me when he’d left, I didn’t think my heart could handle it. Even after all these years.

  “Well, I think you need to just keep screwing each other’s brains out,” Darcy said.

  I felt like I was a cartoon who had the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. Except mine were two friends, and one was telling me to talk while the other was telling me to have sex. The image of my two friends sitting on my shoulders, whispering, Talk, and, Have sex, in my ears made me laugh.

  That was a hell of a lot better than feeling sorry for myself.