Take Me in the Night (Take Me #1)

by R. L. Kenderson

  “Sometimes, the best way to get rid of a bad day is to wash it away.”

  “Does it work?” she asked as she took off her top and bra.

  “Sometimes.”

  I finished undressing her and then took off my own clothes. I ran my finger over the bite mark I’d left on her the other day. I guided both of us under the spray and then slowly washed Addison’s day away.

  I had shown up at her office, fully ready to yell at her, and she’d completely caught me off guard when she started crying. I’d dated enough women to know when they were fake tears and real ones, and I knew that Addison was sincerely distraught.

  The fact that she’d gone to take on a company by herself with only forty dollars as retainers showed me how dedicated she was. I believed her when she’d said she didn’t want my mother to lose her home.

  When the soap and shampoo was all washed away, I turned off the water and grabbed us some towels from the shelf in the bathroom. I dried us off and took Addison to her bedroom.

  “Throw on something comfortable,” I told her.

  “Is this code for put on something sexy?”

  I laughed. “No. I mean it. Put on sweats or whatever it is women wear when they want to veg out.”

  “Yoga pants.”

  “Yoga pants?”

  “Yeah. The most comfortable pair of pants.”

  I smiled. “Okay then. Put on some yoga pants.”

  I left her to get dressed and went back to the bathroom to put my clothes back on. I could go home and find new clothes, but I had showered only a few hours before Addison got home.

  After I hadn’t been able to get ahold of her that morning, I’d called Foster to tell him I wasn’t coming in, and I had gone and worked out instead. I’d worked myself so hard; I’d had no choice but to shower before I scared people away with my smell.

  I met Addison back in the living room and guided her to the couch. “So, tell me what happened today.”

  She looked at me and pouted. “When you said you had better therapy than food, I thought you meant sex. I want my chocolate back.”

  I laughed and pulled her into my arms. “Maybe later. If you’re good. But, right now, you need to talk and then relax a little. Tell me about today.”

  “I went to Iowa City to talk to the company in charge of building the golf course. They won’t back down. I did get them to agree to rebuild the park in a new location and move everyone’s trailers for free.”

  The rush of relief went through me. “That’s good news, right?”

  “Yeah, except I don’t know where we’re going to move it to. I don’t know of any land for sale. And, anything my father owns, I know he’s going to say no.”

  “But he’s going to lose all the lot rent he charges the park residents now. Are you sure he’ll say no?”

  “Not one hundred percent, but I’m pretty sure. And, whatever he loses in lot rent, he’ll more than make up for in the golf course. Rather than selling the land outright, he’s giving them the land for a nice chunk of shares.”

  “Well, fuck.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

  I squeezed her tight. “Don’t admit defeat yet. We’ll find someplace to move the park to. The fact that you got them to agree to that is amazing in itself.”

  She lifted a shoulder. “I guess.”

  I kissed her on her forehead. “No, I guess about it. I’m sorry I called you selfish earlier.”

  “It’s okay. You were mad.”

  “No, it’s not okay. You are incredible. You should be proud of yourself for what you accomplished today.”

  She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t press the issue.

  I ordered us pizza from the local gas station in town because we didn’t have an actual pizzeria, picked it up, and brought it back to her place, figuring there was no better food therapy than pepperoni and mozzarella cheese.

  After we finished eating and the leftovers were put away, Addison fell asleep on the couch. I was debating on whether or not I should carry her to bed when there was a knock at her door.

  I looked at my watch. It was a little after eight. Not terribly late, but I did wonder who was making a house call at that time.

  I opened the door to see a good-looking man standing on the other side. I had several inches and about twenty pounds of muscles on him, but I could tell the guy was fit.

  “I’m sorry. I was looking for Addison. I thought she lived above her office.”

  I blocked the doorway with my body and crossed my arms. “Who’s asking?”

  His brow furrowed. “I’m sorry. Does Addison live here or not?”

  “She does, but she’s sleeping right now.”

  Two small hands touched my sides. “Stand down, Maddox.”

  I reluctantly stepped to the side.

  Addison rubbed the sleep from one of her eyes and pulled down her T-shirt. I didn’t like that because it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “Hey, Brandon. What’s up?”

  “Do you mind if I come in?”

  Hell no.

  “Sure,” she said, stepping aside to let him in.

  Brandon made sure not to get too close to me as he walked into the apartment. Addison sat back down on the couch, but I kept my place at the door.

  “You’re welcome to sit down,” Addison said to Brandon.

  He looked warily at me. “No, thanks.”

  Yeah, man. Don’t be getting ideas about my woman.

  Addison rolled her eyes. “Maddox, this is Brandon, my ex-boyfriend.”

  I narrowed my eyes. If she thought pointing out that they no longer dated made things better, it didn’t. I didn’t like the idea of this putz’s hands on her, in the past or otherwise.

  “Brandon works for the company that is developing the golf course. He’s the one overseeing the project,” Addison explained to me.

  “So, it’s your fault that my mother is going to lose her home.”

  Brandon visibly paled.

  That’s right. Be afraid. I’ve been trained to kill people.

  “He’s also the one who warned me about your mother losing her home,” she said to me. “So, relax. He’s on our side.” She looked at her ex. “And, Brandon, this is Maddox. He looks scarier than he is.”

  Brandon’s eyes lit up with acknowledgment. “This isn’t the Maddox, is it?” he asked Addison.

  “My ex-boyfriend from high school? Yes.”

  I growled deep in my throat. So low that neither of them heard the primal response in me.

  I didn’t like her calling me her ex-boyfriend. Brandon, yes. Me, no.

  27

  Addison

  I filled Brandon in on what had happened at his place of employment that day, and he promised to help me find new land.

  The whole time we talked, Maddox sat in the corner and scowled. I sensed he didn’t like Brandon being there, but I didn’t blame Maddox. I wouldn’t be too keen on a guy I’d just met, knowing he worked for the company that was forcing my mother to find a new place to live.

  I walked Brandon to the door while Maddox was in the bathroom.

  “Are you okay with him?” Brandon nodded to the bathroom.

  “Yeah.”

  He didn’t look convinced. “I thought he was in prison.”

  Because I had dated Brandon for so long, he knew a lot about my past with Maddox. And, since we were still friends, he was naturally curious.

  I sighed. “It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in sometime.”

  “Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

  “I will.”

  I shut the door behind Brandon. Then, I went and turned off the television. I went to my room to lie down on my bed. The sun was on its way down, and I was tired. Maddox knew where to find me to say good-bye. I closed my eyes while I waited for him.

  I awoke sometime later. It was completely dark outside, except for the lights coming from the alley through the window.

  I heard a r
ustling off to the side and saw Maddox walk into my room. He put both hands at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor along with his boxers.

  He took the two steps to my bed, looking magnificent and extremely hard.

  “You’re still here,” I stated the obvious because, apparently, I didn’t know what else to say in the face of such masculinity.

  “Yeah.” He leaned over, grabbed my yoga pants by the waist, and pulled them off.

  “What have you been doing?”

  “Thinking.” He grasped my hand. “Sit up.”

  “What were you thinking about?”

  He hauled me to a sitting position and stripped my shirt off. “You. Me.” He met my eyes. “Us.”

  “And what did you decide?” I was almost afraid to ask.

  “That I want you on your knees.”

  It wasn’t the answer I had been looking for, but I grew wet from his words. I slid off the bed and onto the floor in front of him.

  “Put my cock in your mouth, Addison.”

  I didn’t know why I had waited for directions. I loved giving him head. There was something extra special about showing the guy who had taught you to give blow jobs how much you’d perfected your skills.

  I took ahold of his shaft and lifted it up, so I could suck his sack into my mouth. Maddox moaned. That one I’d learned on my own. Men liked more than just their dicks to be sucked.

  I moved my mouth to his cock and pushed him past my lips, twirling my tongue around the head as I did so. When he hit a certain spot, I concentrated on flattening my tongue and sucking him as far as I could go. I gagged on his length and girth a few times, but I took him all the way, my nose touching his stomach.

  I pulled my mouth away, so I could breathe better, spit hanging off both of us. I didn’t care. It meant I was sucking him off right.

  Maddox wrapped a hand around the front of my throat. It didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t scared. It was a possessive move and made my pussy ache.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth like that again. But, when I tell you to, I want you to suck on the head. I’m going to come in your mouth, and I want my seed to hit your tongue. I want you to taste me. I want you to know it’s me coming down your throat.”

  I moaned as I took him back in my mouth. My jaw was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was going to be worth it. When it was time for him to come, he tapped on my head, but I didn’t need the signal. I still knew his body well enough. His cock had started to swell, and his pre-cum had gotten thicker. I knew he was ready.

  I wrapped my lips around his tip as Maddox knocked my hands away. It took some effort to only use my mouth, but I kept him where we both wanted him as he came. His flavor hit my tongue, and I swallowed him down.

  He grabbed on to his cock and squeezed, pushing the last bit of cum into my mouth before he pulled away from me.

  He was breathing hard, and he rubbed a thumb over my lips. “This mouth is mine.” He stepped back and lifted his chin toward my bed. “Up on the bed. On your back.”

  I scrambled up, excited to see what would happen next.

  Maddox pulled me to the edge, and this time, he got down on his knees. He pushed a finger inside me and pulled it out. He held it up, so the light glistened off it. “Always so wet.” He put his finger into his mouth and sucked it off.

  He gripped my hips in a tight grasp and spread my thighs wide as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue attacked my clit, and since I was already turned on, I knew it wouldn’t take me long. But Maddox went from sucking to running his tongue around it.

  I tried to rotate my hips against his face.

  He smacked the side of my ass. “Behave. I’ll tell you when you can fuck my face.”

  God, I loved being bossed around.

  After a few licks of my cleft and a little more teasing from his tongue, he flicked my clit again, and I exploded. He held on to my thighs and continued to lick me until I begged him to stop. He let my legs go, and they flopped open because my limbs had lost the ability to move.

  I touched his smooth chest as he shifted my hips, so our bodies were on the bed the long way now. He was hard again, and I watched him push into me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. I was swollen and sensitive from my orgasm, and I felt every inch of him.

  Maddox fell over me and kissed each of my breasts as he slowly thrust inside me. His mouth moved up my body until it was on mine.

  I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him. I loved the way Maddox kissed, and I hadn’t realized how much I had missed it until the day at the auto garage. He made love to my mouth as his body made love to mine.

  Soon, our breathing picked up, and I knew I was close to another climax.

  “I’m going to come inside your pussy, and I want you to come with me.”

  “I’ll try.”

  He smiled and kissed me. “You will.”

  He pushed my one leg higher and began to drive his cock into me with strong, precise moves. The head of his cock repeatedly hit my G-spot, and I understood why he was so confident that I would come when he did.

  I felt the beginning tingles, telling me I was close.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  His words took me over, and my eyes closed with the force of my orgasm. I cried out at the intensity of it as I heard Maddox grunt, and his warm seed flooded my insides.

  I was now a puddle of jelly, but I managed to open my eyes as I watched Maddox slowly pull his cock from my body. He sat back on his heels and stared at my pussy.

  He rubbed his thumb over it from bottom to top.

  I shivered when he brushed my clit.

  “My pussy,” he said. He looked up at me again. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

  28

  Maddox

  Addison’s eyes grew wide at this statement, but she didn’t protest.

  I got up from her bed and went to her bathroom. I searched through her medicine cabinet and drawers. Nothing fit what I was looking for.

  Next, I went to the kitchen and attacked her cupboards. Above the stove, I found exactly what I wanted.

  I carried my find back to the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. I lay down next to Addison. Her dark hair was a mess. She looked like she’d been thoroughly fucked.

  She raised her eyebrows. “What’s with the coconut oil?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Uh…”

  I pushed her onto her back and sucked a nipple in my mouth. She moaned and squirmed under me. I made a mental note to come all over her pretty tits sometime soon.

  I released her reddened tip. “It’s a simple question, Addy. Do you trust me?” I flicked the opposite nipple between my teeth and tongue.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice almost breathless.

  Music to my ears.

  I released her breast and looked down at her. “Good.”

  I pushed two fingers into her pussy and caressed her G-spot. She was already wet from her earlier orgasms and me coming inside her. I pulled my hand away and painted both her nipples with our cum. That would have to do for now.

  I pushed my digits back into her, this time using my thumb to stroke her clit, too. She bucked underneath my hand.

  “Are you going to come again?”

  “Yes.”

  “When?”

  “Soon.”

  I stopped rubbing. “Not yet.”

  She whimpered in protest.

  I leaned over and kissed her. I pushed my tongue past her lips, and she greedily sucked on it.

  I nipped her bottom lip and lifted my head. “I promise, I won’t let you suffer. You’ll get your orgasm.”

  “You’re such a tease.”

  I grinned. I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy, dragging her wetness to her tight little hole in her rear.

  Not knowing if she’d ever done this before, I only p
ressed one finger into her.

  Her eyes widened with surprise, but then I felt her body relax.

  “Have you done this before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you ever been fucked here?”

  “Yes.”

  I could admit, I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be her first, but I guessed I had already taken her mouth and pussy virginity. I couldn’t be too greedy.

  I added another finger, and she winced.

  “It’s been a few years,” she explained.

  This news made me smile inside.

  I took my hand away and rolled to grab the coconut oil from the nightstand. I unscrewed the cover and scooped out a generous amount, coating my fingers and grabbing a little extra.

  I lifted my leg, so my knee was slightly bent. “Put your leg over mine.”

  I thought about having her bend over, but I wanted to watch her as I took her ass for the first time.

  She rested her leg on top of mine, opening her up more for my assessment.

  I spread the oil on her backside before sliding a finger inside her again. “Touch your clit,” I commanded as I pushed in a second digit, which slipped in a lot easier now that she was lubed up.

  I lost my train of thought for a moment as I watched her touch herself. Addison did not shy away from masturbation because it looked to me like she knew exactly what to do to make herself feel good.

  When I felt she was ready, I pushed in a third finger, and she moaned.

  “Somebody likes getting her ass fucked.”

  She bit her lip and smiled. “Maybe.”

  I was able to get my fingers in to the third knuckle with little resistance, and I figured it was time.

  I grabbed the jar of coconut oil and took enough out to coat my dick. Then, I took her hand from her pussy and sucked on her fingers. “I’ll be the only one touching you there now.”

  She gave me an oh really look, and I laughed.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  I rubbed my cock on the rim of her asshole. “Has Brandon ever fucked you like this?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” I said and pushed into her.

  She grabbed on to my shoulders. “Fuck, Maddox.”