Because You're Mine (12 page)

              “Ok, I got it.” I rolled to my side to face her. I wanted to watch her face when she got a load of my next question. “What’s your fantasy? What’s the one thing you wanna do, but never done before?”

              Maddie wasn’t a saint, but she wasn’t a slut either. She was comfortable and confident in her own skin. I found that incredibly sexy. I wanted to do things to her that nobody else had.

              Filthy, dirty things.

              “I am so not telling you that.”

              “Oh, yes you are. Don’t make me fuck it out of you, babe.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she licked her swollen lips.

              “Fuck me all you want, I’m still not gonna tell ya.” she resolved, lifting her chin.

              I shifted between her thighs, pinning her arms to the bed in the same fluid motion. We were still completely naked. Her pussy was still full of my come and I couldn’t wait to fill it with more.

“Not only am I gonna fuck it out of you, I’m gonna make you beg for it.” I promised before I slid my hard cock inside of her.

             
Fucking hell, this was heaven. 

             
God made this woman for me. He made me to fit her.

Perfectly
.

When our bodies were fused together like this, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind the man upstairs did exist. Not only did I have a strong physical connection with this woman, but also a deep seeded need to permanently make her mine.

              Her soft breath tickled my mouth. “What’s it gonna be, babe? You want my mouth? You want me to make you scream? Start talkin’. Give me something you’ve never given anybody else.”

I slammed into her hard. I eased my pace, drawing in and out of her slower. Grinding my hips I buried myself deep then pulled out fast, driving hard into her again and again. She was taking it all.

Fast.

Slow
.

Hard.

Deep
.

Bucking her hips and suppressing her moans, she tried to urge me forward. I stopped. It was fucking killing me to hold back, but I really wanted to know.

              “What the fuck, Holden?”

              “Tell me.”

              “No.”

              “Tell me.”

              She turned her head to the side and released a breath. “Blowjob.” she whispered.

              “What?”

Her clear blue eyes found mine. “I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before. And I’ve never really fantasized about it before either. Until you.”

Well, fuck me.

              “
Fuck
, that’s hot.” I slid back home, burying myself as far as I could go. “I’m gonna make every last one of your fantasies come true, baby. It will be my fantasy to fuck every confession from those sweet lips and make it happen. I’ll give you everything your precious heart desires…e
verything
.”

***

              Reluctantly, I dropped Maddie off at her house around nine o’clock this morning. We’d spent ten minutes in the driveway kissing goodbye like a couple of horny teenagers. I was ready to take her again right there in the cab of my truck, but she had sense enough to stop me and send my ass to work. I didn’t want to be away from her for a single second.

              Yesterday had been the best day of my life, and this morning…even better. Waking up with Maddie next to me had to be the best feeling in the world. She had quickly become a need rather than a want. That was a hard pill to swallow considering she would be gone in a few days. I was still at odds with that. I had no idea what I was going to do when she left. Could I get her to stay? Would I move up north to be with her?

              “Brooks, my man. Me and Fin are gonna go grab a bite to eat from The Dip. You want anything?” Mason Dent asked from the doorway of my tiny office.

              I got lucky when I found Mason and Fin.  Those boys could fix anything, and they really helped me keep shit running around the shop.

              “Naw, man. I’m good.”

              The Dip was my favorite, but I had zero appetite with all this nervous energy rolling around my gut. I should have known Mason would be suspicious at me declining his offer. We didn’t fuck around when it came to lunch. “Dude, what the hell’s wrong with you? You’ve been mopin’ around here all mornin’ like you’ve got sand in your vagina. And now you don’t want The Dip? You sick or somethin’?” Mason braced himself with one hand on the door jamb while the other pulled a solo cup to his mouth, spitting inside.

              Leaning back in my chair, I propped my feet to rest on my bare metal desk. Lacing my fingers behind my head, I released a tense breath. “I’m just not hungry. Y’all go ahead.”

Mason shook his head. “Aight, man.” He slapped his hand on the door jamb then stalked off.

              Looking up at the ceiling, I closed my eyes and tried to gain a calming breath. But I couldn’t find one. I lifted my hands to my nose. I could still smell her on my skin. I could still taste her on my tongue.

             
I needed more
.

              Swiping my cell from my desk, I scrolled through it again. I’d done the same thing at least a hundred times since I dropped her off.

              This morning, before I woke her up, I took a few pictures of her while she was still sleeping. And just like this morning, I stared down at perfection. I laid there for an hour watching her sleep before I woke her up and reminded her how perfect we were together. During that precious hour of watching my perfect girl sleep, I’d taken her phone and sent a text from her phone to mine, then programmed my number.

Pressing the call button on my phone, her peaceful face lit my screen. “Seriously?” She tried to sound pissed, but I could hear the smile in her voice. Damn, even the sound of her voice tugged at my heart…and my dick.  

              “What do you like best? Picture or ring tone?”

              “Both.”

              The picture was a head shot of yours truly, the song…
Run
by Matt Nathanson and Jennifer Nettles. The same song Reckless Heart sang the other night at Archer’s when we danced.

              “Where are you?” I asked.

              “I’m out shoppin’ with Katy. Why?”

              “I need a fix, babe.”

              “It’s only been…” she paused. “Four hours,”

              “Too long,”

              She giggled softly. “You’re crazy.” she informed me.

              “I know. You keep remindin’ me. When can I pick you up? I need to see you.”

              “Holden,” Hesitation laced her voice, but I could also hear a hint of longing.

              “I’ll be at your house around five.”

              “Ok,”

              “Oh, and Maddie,” 

              “Yeah?”

              “Bring your swimsuit.” she laughed down the line and my dick responded accordingly.

              “See ya soon, babe”

              “See ya soon.”

              Pushing from my desk, I snatched up my keys. I sent Mason a text letting him know I was taking the rest of the day off. I told him to call if needed me, but only if it were a dyer fucking emergency.

Madison Waters was about to be swept off her pretty little feet.

CHAPTER fourteen

My best friend is the one who

brings out the best in me.

-Henry Ford

Madison

             Deep down, I knew I was a fool for seeing him again. But what I felt for Holden Brooks trumped any and all rational thought. I was in a complete and utter free fall. I could feel it. In the way he looked at me…the way he touched me. I was going to land hard and fast and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.

Smiling to myself, I browsed through rack after rack, but I wasn’t really paying attention to anything I was looking at. All I could see were ravenous blue eyes, and how they flickered with desire this morning. Before I even had a chance to utter a good morning, he was sliding inside of me, his mouth covering mine. I was repulsed, thinking you should never kiss someone in the morning without brushing your teeth first.

But just as fast as it came, that silly thought was quickly washed away by Holden’s delicious mouth. It was amazing to me how comfortable I was with him. As if we’d known each other for years instead of days. This morning I found out that the reason he became a mechanic was so he could keep his hands busy. His sobriety was important to him, and I admired him for his effort to maintain it. Which then prompted me to ask why hell he worked in a bar? That had to be tempting. He said that alcohol had never been his vice, and working in a bar posed no problems in staying clean. He was so easy to talk to, so open. I’d never known a man so vulnerable albeit one that was so at ease with it.

              “What do you think about this?” Katy asked.

I turned around to find her holding up a shiny red top. It was hideous and so not her.

“Cute.” I teased.

              “No ma’am.” Shoving the top back into place, she moved to the shelf of denim next to me. “What’s with you? You haven’t stopped smilin’ all day.

I was about to open my mouth and tell Katy all about me and Holden when I notice a severely made up blonde lurking nearby. Her long blonde hair hung in fat curls around her shoulders and she had a great tan. I would kill for that tan. Her make-up looked airbrushed and I was pretty sure she would never be caught dead shopping here at Old Navy. I noticed her earlier and even offered a small smile in passing, but she didn’t return it. I was too caught up in my thoughts of Holden to even think twice about it, but now something was off. She was staring me down, and it was starting to give me the creeps.

              Katy visibly tensed beside me, and that put me on high alert. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me right now.” Katy spit out as the well-endowed blonde approached.

Before I could even ask who she was, the blonde steps right up to us. Katy crossed her arms, popping one hip out to the side with a long sigh. Whoever she was, Katy did not like her. I had a pretty good feeling I wouldn’t either.

              “Well, if it isn’t the preacher’s daughter turned town trash.” The blonde’s voice was cold and intimidating. I saw Katy’s anger flaring to life out of the corner of my eye.

              “Well, if it isn’t the town slut.” Katy countered.

              Ignoring Katy’s remark, the blonde turned her attention back to me. Her brown eyes were dark as coals. “Who the fuck are you?”

              “Excuse me?” I’ve never hit anyone in my life, but I had a strong urge to knock this chick on her ass.

Who was this bitch?

She leaned in further. “I said…who in the
fuck
are you?”

              “Who the fuck are you? I only give my name to friends and uh, you don’t look so friendly.”

              “Are you the one fuckin’ Holden Brooks?”

              Katy spoke up. “That’s none of your business, Alexis.”

              “Shut up, Katy. I’m talkin’ to your friend here. Answer me. Are you fuckin’ Holden or not?”

              “That’s none of your business.” Who was this crazy bitch and what was she to Holden?

“He’s mine. You got it, bitch. If you know what’s good for ya, you’ll stay the fuck away from him.
Mine
.” She pointed to her chest angrily then turned on her four inch stiletto and sauntered away.

I stood there with a gaping mouth and a strong desire to choke a bitch. Jealously and anger settled like hot coals in the bottom of my gut.

              “Ugh, I hate that bitch.” Katy was clearly distraught.

              “Who is she?” I managed through my own anger.

              “That was one dose of psycho, double dipped in crazy. Her name’s Alexis. She’s the road whore I caught Luke with.”

              “Holy shit! No fuckin’ way.”

              “Oh, yeah. She’s a dirty bitch. I do my best to ignore her, because violence isn’t in my nature, but I really do wish someone would beat the ever lovin’ shit out of her while I watch.”

Katy had a lot of venom for this woman. Mine was pretty comparable.

              “She’s obsessed with Holden and has been for a while now. It’s pretty pathetic, actually. Poor Holden, he tries to be a nice guy, but she’s the mayor of crazy town. I’m surprised he hasn’t banned her ass from Archer’s yet as much as she stalks him.”

              I silently wondered the exact same thing considering the amount of crazy she’d just unloaded on me. “Did he sleep with her?” I swallowed hard, bracing myself. I did not want to know the answer to that question, but for some reason I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

              “Yeah. Why? Oh, shit! Did
you
sleep with him?” Katy shouts.

              “Jesus, Katy. Lower your voice.” I shushed her.

              “Sorry. Holy shit!” Katy beamed from ear to ear. “When the hell did this happen?” Katy asked, tugging me towards the exit.

              On the ride home, I filled Katy in on the last few days and everything that was me and Holden. She was shocked at first, but then became overly excited. She’d confessed that she was going to try and hook us up anyway, but found it amusing that fate had stepped in first. She kept using that word.

             
Fate
.

              Did I believe in fate? I wasn’t so sure. I had already planned the events in my life and the order in which they should fall. Now, I was starting to question everything.

Including myself.

Fate was messing with my head and fate was seriously fucking with my life.

              Tossing my bags onto my bed, I fished out the little black bikini I had bought after Holden called earlier. I really shouldn’t be spending more time with him, especially after my run in with Ms. Crazy Town, but I just couldn’t help myself. Just the thought of him looking at another woman the same way he looked at me had me feeling homicidal. If only for this moment in time, he was mine. And even if I couldn’t keep him forever, I would make damn sure that vicious bitch never had him. She didn’t deserve someone as good as Holden.