Reality? I had a nasty feeling that the girl was about to raise pink devils from the underworld and unleash them into my life.
“Well, let’s make some agreements. I won’t tell Maddie, and you’ll agree to a pink, spring wedding theme. I’ve already got it planned out. This is her dream wedding.”
She delivered the last sentence in a semi-growl.
I was fucked.
“I just need some time to—”
She wagged her finger like she was talking to a child.
“Nope. You agree right now or I’m marching straight upstairs to tell your future wife. Possible future wife if she doesn’t murder you in your sleep or take a baseball bat to your idiotic head.”
I rolled my eyes and drummed my fingers on the wooden surface of my desk.
Weighing my options, I came up with shit all. If she told Maddie, I was screwed. She would walk out and wouldn’t listen to a damn thing after that point. I agree to the little blackmailing brat in front of me, and I'd lose my manhood card in front of God and witnesses.
I growled. “What if I tell her before the nuptials and she agrees to be my wife anyway?”
“Not part of the bargain, bucko. You agree and live another day. Or you don’t, and she’ll probably walk right now. I know the odds, and they definitely aren’t in your favor right now. With time, yes. But you’re out of time.”
She grabbed a purple pen with some sort of fuzz sticking out of it and a piece of paper out of the back of the book. It looked like it honestly had glitter welded to it.
Some of it got on my desk and I eyed it like it was going to melt the wood.
She scribbled something down as the fuzzy pen wafted back and forth. I sent up a small prayer that I would never, ever have female children. If this was the type of hell they brought into a man’s life, then I didn’t want it. Feathers, lace, purple pens and glitter.
I shivered with the thought.
“Sign,” she said, while holding out the pen.
“Rachel?” I heard Madison calling from somewhere in the house. It seemed close by and was confirmed when I heard her heels tapping on the wooden stairs.
I looked at Rachel and she shook the pen from hell in front of me.
“Out of time, Owen.”
“Fuck,” I growled and took the pen.
Reading the note, she laid out in front of me, I grimaced even more than I already was.
I, Owen Fleming, agree to a pink, spring wedding as outlined in this book. Breaking the contract will result in information being told to Madison prematurely regarding my choice of career. Breaking the contract after the fact, will result in multiple paybacks through my children. I hereby give up my right to make decisions regarding the wedding and leave it in the capable hands of Rachel Crawford.
I frowned. “Eh, what’s this stuff about paybacks through my children?”
She leaned down and gave me that devil smile of hers again.
“You wouldn’t believe how well noodles stick to the ceiling. Just about as much as wet toilet paper. And I sure would hate to see a doll go missing down that toilet of yours after taking a swim.”
My eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”
“I’m the fun aunt. I get to go home after imparting my wisdom. What they do with it from there is their bag.”
I signed the piece of paper. As soon as I finished she slammed the book closed, nearly taking my hand with it.
“Nice doing business with you, brother.”
Jesus. Note to self, never let Rachel around my kids.
“Rachel?” Maddie called again, as she came walking into the room.
She smiled and I nearly groaned. The torture I would endure for this woman. Love was only the tip of the iceberg.
“Hey, what’s up?” Rachel asked in a normal cheery voice. The difference in her attitude wasn’t lost on me.
Maddie looked at me and a soft pink coloring spread over her cheeks. Ever since we'd been together it took on a different meaning. She was so damn beautiful when it happened.
She shook her head. “Nothing. Just needed you to talk to Mike for a minute about the one wall thing with the paint. I don’t think I’m explaining it well.”
“Ohhh, yeah. I can totally explain. I came in to show Owen the layouts for the kitchen and I brought the wrong damn book. Oh well!”
Madison gave a little shrug as her sister passed her, then she looked back at me for a moment.
Over her shoulder, I saw Rachel, the she-devil, narrow her eyes at me and make a slicing gesture across her throat with her finger before walking away.
“You okay, Owen?” Madison asked softly.
“Yep,” I said with a slight note of pain.
My nuts just got cut off by her sister, but everything was okay.
Chapter Fifteen
~Madison~
Holding up my sleeve for Owen, I grimaced when I felt the needle plunge in.
“Ow!” I squealed as he gently depressed the end and removed it.
He smiled at me. “All done. That wasn’t bad, right?”
I rubbed my shoulder. “I guess. And it’s a B12 shot? Why did I just do this?”
He capped the needle and threw it into the trash. “I heard the flu was going around. I took mine yesterday. It’s supposed to give you more energy and help boost your immune system.”
“Why don’t I just get a flu shot? Seems like that would have been more effective.”
He shook his head. “Why do that when your body can just naturally fight stuff off with vitamins?”
I frowned and hopped down from his desk.
The logic sounded right but I honestly didn’t think it would help. I didn’t know a thing about the positive effects of B12 until Owen had started talking about it a week before. He seemed to be so focused on it that I'd agreed to give it a go.
“Okay, well now that we’re done, do you mind telling me what’s on your mind?”
“With what, baby?” he asked, then gave me a kiss on my cheek.
I loved it when he called me that. All the little endearments might have seemed cheesy to someone else but coming from Owen it melted me.
He'd been more than making up for his three-week absence. In the last few days, as Rachel and I worked on his house, he’d been super attentive.
There was something different about it. Not just in the form of kisses or the hickey's he kept leaving on my shoulder. Which were extremely annoying, because I was constantly trying to find shirts to cover them. There was just something possessive about him.
He looked at me differently now. Not necessarily with hunger. He gave me plenty of those looks. But there was also something else in his eyes. Something that made me wonder what he was thinking.
I was a little confused by it. We hadn’t had sex again, and yet, I knew without a doubt that I turned him on. He told me that I did. I could feel the evidence of it every time we kissed, and he had me in his arms.
But no sex. Not since that afternoon.
He was always at the store like clockwork every day. On the days that I didn’t have plans to go over to his house, he seemed to linger longer. We talked while I worked, and he cleaned up after me.
He was nice to Patrick, even though Patrick had asked me out on a date. In fact, they had reached a strange buddy level nearly overnight. It was odd, but guys were weird.
Rachel even liked him and kept pushing me to tell him that I loved him. To that point, I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready, and I figured when I was, it would happen. It’s not like he’d said it to me.
Dad had been busy with a rash of small random fires. Everyone in the department seemed a little nervous with the frequency.
But he’d come by the shop several times. Occasionally while Owen was around. They seemed to have developed a strange relationship. Both respectful of the other. There were even a few times that they had stepped outside the shop to talk privately. Whatever they spoke about, they didn’t share.
There really shouldn’t have been one reason or anothe
r why I would feel like his attention was different. He was behaving somewhat the same.
And yet, something was off.
After spending a couple of hours talking about paint with Rachel, I’d gone back to work at the shop. It had been a busy day and I regretted wearing a skirt. Which I’d thrown on that morning just to tease Owen with earlier in the day.
When he came by the shop to walk me to my car, he’d invited me back to his house. Supposedly for the B12 shot but the way he was eyeing me told me he had another agenda in mind.
One that I was definitely up for if that was the case.
After setting the small trash can aside, he returned his attention to me.
“You just seem like you have something on your mind.”
He shrugged and walked over to me. His hands grabbed my hips, lifted me up and set me on the desk again.
His fingers pushed my skirt up my legs to mid-thigh. He licked his bottom lip as he took in his handiwork.
“I just have you on my mind, sweetheart. And this skirt. I’m tempted to tell you to wear skirts everyday just so I can look at those gorgeous fucking legs. But then other guys are looking at these amazing legs too, and I’m not real happy about it.”
“It’s just a skirt,” I laughed.
His eyes met mine, and he shook his head.
“It’s not just a skirt. This thing shows off every curve. Not that I’m complaining about the view, but I still don’t like other people admiring your ass too.”
His hands grabbed my legs and spread them before he stepped in and slid me toward him. The bulge in his pants pressed against my center.
My skirt slipped up higher as he dipped down to kiss me.
“See what you do to me? I walk around with this thing hard as a rock half the time. Then you wear this skirt, and I want to fuck you on the couch half the day.”
Tingles were running all over my body. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it just as bad.
I slipped my hands up his chest and purposely ran my thumbs over his piercings. He growled in response and tightened his hold on my thighs.
“Hmm,” I said, looking up at him shyly. “Well I can’t see anything with your pants still on.”
“Woman,” was his only response before he reached under my shirt and lifted it over my head.
I giggled for a moment until he pushed me gently down on the flat hard surface of his desk and started tugging on my skirt. It slid off and he looked down at me for a moment before his hands started working the buttons on his jeans.
Sitting up, I pulled his hands away from the buttons of his fly and started working on them myself.
He smirked at me.
When I had them undone, I pushed them over his hips and his cock sprung forward.
His hand guided mine to grab him. He squeezed slightly then let go. As I slid my hand up and down his shaft, he took off his shirt and let it float to the floor.
He made a groaning noise and turned the heat of his stare on me, before I spotted those damn bars in his nipples and started licking one. My fascination with them mainly had to do with the fact that it turned him on and was obviously one of his buttons. But the other half of me just loved the way they felt against my tongue as I played with them.
I kissed his nipple and looked up at him. “What would you think if I got one of these?”
His dick jumped in my hand and I felt a small bit of precum on the tip.
“Baby, you can do anything you want, as long as I’m the only one that gets to play with them.”
Kissing me hard, his hands pulled at my panties and I lifted up to let him slide them down my legs. His tongue dove in as soon as I opened my mouth.
“Are you ready for my cock again, Maddie?” he asked as his fingers slid over my clit.
I let out a moan and one of his fingers slipped inside. I threw my head back and just enjoyed the sensation of his finger moving in and out of me.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart. What do you want?”
Letting out another moan as he rubbed my clit faster, I said, “You, Owen. Please.”
“Not yet, little sex kitten.”
Opening my eyes, I took him in. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. My hand had paused when he had started rubbing my clit and I started rubbing him again.
The fierce look he gave me nearly drove me over the edge.
I leaned forward and nipped at his nipple while sliding my hand down to his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck,” he groaned before sliding me off the desk to stand in front of him. He unhooked my bra and slid it down. My hands glided up to his smooth chest. He removed them and leaned down.
His fingers were still working between my legs when his mouth hit my nipple. I gasped and let out a small yell.
He chuckled. “Maddie, what were those dreams of yours about?”
My hands dug into his hair when he nipped at the underside of my breast and rubbed my clit again.
“Oh. Please.”
“Dreams, Maddie.”
I had dreams all the time about him. Small fantasies every night. And yet, the reality of having him touch me was so much better.
My knees were on the verge of buckling and I felt a warmth building in my stomach along with butterflies.
“You were behind me. Kissing me.”
“With my cock pumping into you,” he whispered.
The image flashed across my brain, and I screamed as I felt my body clench. The warmth focused in one spot, right where his fingers were embedded in my body.
The sensation of being lifted into his arms was nearly lost on me as my knees buckled.
“It’s so easy to make you come, Maddie.”
He kissed the top of my head as he moved up the stairs.
The smooth texture of the blanket on his bed met my back and I opened my eyes. He was leaning over me, staring at me intently. Whatever he was searching for on my face, he must have found, because he gave me a small smile.
Then he flipped me on my stomach.
I let out a yelp.
“Time for those fantasies of yours to come true,” he said in a raspy voice.
The bed moved as I felt him behind me. My hips were thrust into the air and pulled back until I felt the head of his cock against my opening.
“Owen,” I gasped when he thrust inside me.
He let out a deep growl. “You’re mine, Madison. Tell me.”
“Yours!” I yelled as he began to pump into me. The head of his cock was reaching further than it ever had and was slamming against me.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby.”
A strangled moan slipped out of me when he said it. The dirty talk only heightening my arousal.
I panted as he increased his speed. The angle of my body bent over in front of him was better than the fantasies I had dreamed about.
“I want to fuck you every day. Make you come and fill you up.”
Lifting my body, he pressed me against him so that my back met his chest. His hips slowed but his thrusts were deeper every time he moved. His lips met my neck and I started to whimper.
He sucked and bit at me, then moved one of his hands south along my belly until he reached my clit. He rubbed it then gave one gentle squeeze and I came hard again.
Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my back and thrust into me again.
My head rolled back as he started to hit my sensitive bundle of nerves. The feeling threw my already sensitive body into another orgasm.
I cried out and heard him groan.
My hands slid around his neck when he leaned in to kiss my open mouth. I felt like I was drifting, and he was my only anchor.
His cock swelled inside me and he grunted twice with the timing of his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” he groaned, then went still.
His cock twitched, and I felt a burning warmth deep within me.
The weight of his body sank into me and I felt his breath against my cheek. His hand cupped my f
ace, and he peppered me with small kisses along my jaw.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” I responded with an exhausted sigh. Tiny spasms kept jolting through me and my legs started to shake.
He chuckled. “Was it as good as your dreams?”
I smiled and opened my eyes to look at him. His green eyes roamed my face affectionately, searching for something.
“It was better,” I whispered.
He gave me a small smirking smile. “Exceptional performance and the crowd goes wild or it was good with polite applause?”
I laughed. “You’re the strangest man I know. Crowd goes wild.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Act two after we eat.”
“Oh, my Gawd. I’m not sure I can move at this point, much less survive act two.”
He lifted off of me and gently pulled out. My legs fell in a tangled heap onto the bed.
“You’ll survive, babe,” he said as he moved my body around and laid my head on a pillow. “Just relax and I’ll go figure out something to eat. Water?”
I nodded, “Yeah. I think I need something to drink.”
He winked at me, “I can think of something you can drink. Maybe it’ll be featured in act two.”
My face got warm as I watched him walk away toward the bathroom in the hall, chuckling.
Dirty, dirty man. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
I buried my head in his pillow and breathed in his scent. Not that I would ever forget it, but I felt like bathing in it right now.
There was a chime from the nightstand, and I glanced over at it. Owen’s phone flashed once, then again.
Owen crossed the hallway in front of the door in a pair of sweats. His broad muscled chest was bare, and he ran a hand down it. He looked over briefly at me and continued down the hallway. The sound of his feet echoed down the stairs, as he presumably went to retrieve food and my water.
His phone beeped again.
I tapped my fingers on my chest and stared at the ceiling.
“It would be wrong to look, Maddie,” I whispered to myself. “None of your business and probably just Noah.”
Sitting up, I moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. My legs were officially trashed. I took two unsteady steps toward the bathroom and had to stop for a second. Gawd, he knew how to make me feel good.
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