Sacred Surrender (15 page)

Madison sat with her back to the large oak desk which had its place in the middle of her office.  The files she’d thrown there an hour ago sat scattered just as she’d left them.  Staring out the window at nothing in particular, she checked her watch for the hundredth time in the last five minutes.  As the work day neared its completion, time ceased to move at its normal pace.  She spun around in her chair, tapping her pen against the glossy desk top that was a disheveled mess.  When Rowan called her an hour ago, after waking from just a few hours of sleep, she had asked him to meet her tonight.  His enthusiasm made her heart swell and her nerves shoot through the roof.  She wasn’t sure if he’d enjoy what she had planned, but she was excited all the same.  She just needed this day to end so she could get this night going with him. 

It had taken Madison all of thirty minutes to get everything packed up for her night with Rowan after she returned home from work.  He had texted her several times since their phone call to try to squeeze information out of her about their night, but she hadn’t budged.  She wanted it to be a complete surprise, but she did call to let him know that he should dress in old clothes and shoes that he didn’t care if they got ruined.  When he’d told her okay, she could actually hear the concern in his voice.  She’d laughed so hard when she hung up the phone and could picture his face with a look of fear plastered there.

Dressed in black sweat pants, an old grey t-shirt and her old blue Kansas University sweatshirt, she grabbed the backpack she’d prepared and headed out the door to Rowan’s.  With a smile a mile wide, she rang his door bell and waited. 

“Come on in,” Rowan yelled from the other side of the door. 

Madison opened the door slowly, stepped inside and found herself greeted with the most remarkable smile, as Rowan rounded the corner from the kitchen.  Decked out in black sweat pants, old running shoes and a black t-shirt that stretched tight against his chest, the man made even the most unattractive outfit look stylish.  She had visions of tossing her backpack to the ground, dragging him down the hall to his bedroom and taking full advantage of the skills she apparently had of pleasing a man.  Later, she thought; she’d definitely be doing those things later. 

Fear shot through Rowan’s body like never before, when Madison told him to dress in clothing he didn’t mind ruining.  Well, fear and excitement.  His first thought, as a man of course, was that she’d planned on ripping his clothes off of him so she could have her way with him.  Visions of that played over in his mind a multitude of times since he’d gotten off the phone with her, but he was certain that wasn’t why she’d told him that.  Then, the fear swelled inside him and consumed him like a tidal wave hitting the shoreline because there wasn’t one thing he could think of that would warrant him wearing old clothing.  Instead of putting too much time into it, he’d showered, dressed and grabbed a cup of coffee.  When he heard the doorbell ring announcing her arrival, everything and, yes, everything, leapt to life.  A week had already passed and he was more than ready to pull her into his arm and taste her scrumptious mouth.  He wanted to run his fingers along her silk skin and soak up every moment he could with her. 

When Rowan rounded the corner from the kitchen, he stopped mid-step.  Madison looked even more beautiful than the last time he’d seen her.  He slowly made his way over to her, the smile on her face widening with every step he took.  He silently reminded himself to breathe; otherwise, he’d pass out before he reached her.  Standing before her, he leaned his forehead to hers. 

“Damn, I’ve missed you,” he said as he placed gentle kisses on her lips.  They were even softer than the last time his lips had been on hers. 

“I’ve missed you too,” she let out a sigh. 

Liquid heat pooled between Madison’s thighs.  Her body had a Pavlov’s affect to Rowan; it remembered and reacted to his mere presence just inches from her.  Her nipples hardened underneath the confines of the red lace bra and grey t-shirt that now felt three sizes too small.  Her pussy dripped with her juices, filling her matching red lace panties in anticipation of his fingers, his mouth, and his rock hard cock giving her undeniable pleasures.  Madison’s body screamed at her to relinquish her control, to give into the physical urges that ran rampant throughout her being.  Her pussy ached to feel his fingers caressing her wet folds, to feel his teeth clenched around her engorged clit.  A tingle flowed through her body as Rowan cupped her cheek with one hand, his other hand placed on the back of her head, his fingers bunching in her long dark hair.  He leaned in, gently placing his lips to hers.  She parted her lips allowing his tongue access to her mouth.  He tasted like mint with a touch of coffee and much to her surprise she loved the way the combination sat on her tongue.  They weren’t going anywhere if he kept kissing her the way he was.  She pulled away from his slightly. 

“Rowan, we should get going before it gets too late.” 

Seductively he said, “Are you sure, we could just hang out here a while, if you’d like?” 

Laughing, “Yes, I’m sure.  I have something planned for us.” 

“Does it involve you ripping my clothes from my body?”  He winked as he grabbed his keys. 

“Possibly,” she said clutching the backpack strap on her shoulder a little tighter, holding in her laughter as Rowan froze staring at her. 

“Then, we should definitely get going because I have a feeling that will be one of my favorite activities of the evening.” 

They were both laughing as they stepped out on Rowan’s front porch.  He turned to lock the door when the roar of a motorcycle grew louder as it approached the front lawn.  Atop the black machine sat Tessa, without Cade.  Fury shot through Rowan’s body.  Her riding that damn thing with Cade was bad enough, but now she was driving it herself. 

“What the hell are you doing?”  He practical yelled at Tessa as she slid from the bike before she could even remove the helmet she wore. 

“Well, that’s not quite the greeting I was expecting.  I’m coming over to see you.” 

Tessa took a quick inventory, noticing the woman that stood at Rowan’s side, dressed not quite the way she was used to seeing Rowan’s women dressed and the shocked look on her face as she stared at him.  She was obliviously taken aback by his reaction. 

“Hi, since Rowan is going to be rude and not introduce us, I’m Tessa, I’m his sister.”  She added the sister part when the woman’s eyes widened.  Most likely she thought Tessa was a girlfriend and the thought caused her to laugh. 

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” Tessa heard him say in his big brother voice. 

Completely ignoring him, “And you are?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I’m Madison.  Rowan’s, um, neighbor.”  

Madison wasn’t sure what she was to Rowan.  A neighbor with benefits, a lover, a girlfriend; they’d never really discussed what title they would place on their relationship.  They were both just going with the flow, but how would he describe her to his sister?  

“Tessa, don’t think you can drive that death machine over here and not expect a lecture from me. What the hell are you thinking driving that?  And where the fuck is Cade?  Why is he letting you drive it?” 

“Rowan, calm the hell down.  I’ve taken motorcycle classes; I know all the rules of the road.” 

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what classes you’ve taken.”

Rowan was surprised to hear Madison’s sweet voice chime in, before he could even start in on Tessa. 

“What a beautiful bike.  A friend of mine drove one these back in college.” 

Rowan was even more surprised to see her run her long thin fingers along the gas tank caressing it sensually.  Damn, what he would give at this moment to be that gas tank.  He watched as her fingers slid along the slick black machine, her eyes glazed over as if in a trance, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. 

Chapter 15

Standing there on the bottom step, Rowan felt his cock grow painfully hard as he watched Madison in complete amazement.  The moon hung just behind her in the darkened night, casting a halo around her dark hair, her eyes sparkled like the stars suspended in the sky; and her beauty was more than he could explain with words.  His body ached as he watched her move seductively around the bike.  It had already been too long since he’d felt a physical connection to her and now she was caressing the bike the way he wanted her to run her fingers along his body.  Tessa’s voice brought him out of his own trance. 

Turning to his sister, “What?” 

“I was just saying that I think you have enough company for tonight.  I’m going to head out and I’ll call you tomorrow,”  Glancing at Madison she added, “On second thought, why don’t you just call me when you get a chance.” 

Rowan just shook his head in acknowledgement to her, not taking his eyes off of Madison.  Tessa let out a laugh and kissed his cheek.  Pulling the dark helmet on and sliding on the bike, she winked at Madison. 

“It was nice to meet you.  I’m sure I’ll see you again.  Take care of my brother, will ya?” she said as she brought the machine to a loud roar and made her way back to the main road. 

Madison and Rowan stood in the yard staring at each other for a few more moments before she finally moved. 

“We should get going,” she said as she snatched up the backpack she’d let drop to the ground when she’d laid eyes on the bike. 

“Wait, so you like motorcycles?”  He asked walking over to her. 

“I love them.  I’ve just always been too scared to get on one.  I guess I’m a closet adrenaline junkie.” 

“A closet junkie?  Not sure I know what you mean.” 

“My heart and body loves the feel of not having control, but my mind is a little stronger and sensible,”  she laughed at the ridiculousness of the explanation.  She grabbed his hand, pulling him down to the beach. 

“Are you going to tell me where we are going now?” 

“Spelunking,” she said as if it were obvious. 

“Spelunking?”  He asked amazed that she was so casual about it.  And even more amazed she’d planned it. 

“Caving.” 

“I know what it is; I just didn’t expect this for a date.” 

“Well, I looked it up and there are some amazing caves back further off the beaches that are supposed to be great for it.” 

“Okay, I’ll bite.” 

She winked at him as she picked up the pace, “You promise?”  She said glancing over her shoulder. 

“Hell yeah.” 

Rowan caught up with her, pulled the backpack from her shoulder and slung it onto his back.  She smiled at how serious he took his role as a man.  He always opened her doors, or pulled out her chairs.  Her father had been the same way, no matter what woman he encountered.  As they walked, the dark, wet sand gave way to each step they took.  Madison led him back away from the lights of the houses.  As they got further back, she paused reaching into the outer pocket of the blue backpack, pulling two large black flashlights out.  Turning on one and handing him the other, she pointed the light toward a darkened path of trees and brush.  There in the darkness was a small worn path. 

“How do know about this place?”  He asked with surprise in his voice.