Back Where We Belong (A Second Chances New Adult Romance)

by Hart, Alana

  He holds the car door open, and I get in.

  He drives for five minutes along the coast. We don't say anything. I don't dare look at him. I feel tears squeezing out of my eyelids and I want to wipe them away, but I'm afraid he'll notice if I do, so I just let them run down my face and hope they dry up in the heat in the car.

  He stops the car at the edge of the road and looks at me.

  “You're crying,” he says, his voice catching. “What's going on? Why didn't you answer my calls? I thought Friday meant more than that to you.”

  He looks like he might cry himself.

  I gulp. Maybe I have him all wrong. “It did mean something. I'm sorry. I was just confused until I saw you today. Dad left us. Mom told me what he thought about me. It made me doubt myself and what we did.”

  “What? Your dad left? You should have told me. I didn't know what was going on. I thought you decided you were too good for me.”

  “It's not that. It's not that at all.”

  “Why didn't you want to talk to me then?”

  “Mom said Dad thinks I'm...worthless. She said that's one of the reasons he left. She always goes on at me about how useless I am, but Dad never said anything. I thought maybe you thought that too, and you only wanted to see me because I...I...”

  “Never think that,” he says. “Look at me, Madison.”

  I look at him.

  “I'm with you because I want to be. You're the best thing that ever happened to Sandy Cove and don't you forget it.”

  “Not much ever happens at Sandy Cove.”

  “Well the best thing that ever happened in the US of fucking A then. The very best.” And he kisses me like we haven't ever been apart since the day at Butterfly Ridge. And he holds me like he never wants to let me go. I never thought I'd feel like that with him again. He holds me so tight against him, I feel the warmth of his body through his t-shirt, his heart beat. I'm so close to him at that moment, yet I feel like I want, I need, to get closer.

  “I don't know what it is with your Mom,” he says. “Maybe I shouldn't criticize but she didn't seem very Mom-like today. She wasn't very Mom-like when she said those things to you.”

  “That's just how she is, how she's always been.”

  “Fuck, Madison,” he says. “No wonder you don't know how awesome you are. You’ve got to get out of there.”

  “I'll be at college soon.”

  “At least you have a way out, and you know, we are going to have a fucking fantastic summer, you and I. Every minute I can get free from the restaurant.”

  He looks at me.

  “If you really want that.”

  “Yes,” I say. “I really want that.”

  CHAPTER 18

  LUKE

  Madison doesn't know it but she could have any guy she wants. And she chose me. I still get plenty of offers at the restaurant but I turn them down. Every single one. I don't want anyone else.

  We have so little time. I have to work, and sometimes Madison babysits for a friend's little kid, and we are both leaving soon—just four more weeks. It's not enough time with her but what can we do? Nothing. And anyway, no matter how long we have, it's never going to be enough. So much for me not getting involved. That plan went quickly up in smoke once I met Madison.

  ***

  “Mom keeps talking about going back to Greenwich early—before the end of the summer,” Madison says one night when I meet her after work. “But then she changes her mind. She's going to meet with her divorce lawyer there tomorrow. We'll see what he says. Dad sent me a couple of texts saying how sorry he was, but I don't think he means it. I think he's glad to get away from her.”

  I can't say I blame him getting out of there having met Madison's mother, but maybe they are as bad as each other. What do I know?

  “I hope she doesn't make you go back.” I give Madison a hug.

  “I know. Me too. Do you want to come around tomorrow? Mom will be away most of the day.”

  She smiles at me, and I know she is thinking about spending time alone with me. Sometimes it's difficult getting any time at all. We can't go far when it's so busy at the restaurant, and there aren't many places we can go to be alone.

  The thought of being discovered around here on the beach or the back seat of the car didn't bother me with other women, but now it does. I want to protect Madison and not get her into trouble. But sometimes we can't help it. We can't get enough of each other.

  “I'll ask,” I say. “See if I can get some time off.”

  ***

  Mom is forever going on about meeting Madison, and I'll have to take her home soon. I love my family but I know they can be overwhelming when you're not used to them.

  “Bring her here,” Mom says when I ask her about taking the afternoon off.

  “I'll bring her soon, Mom, but not tomorrow. We have other plans tomorrow.”

  “Sunday then, and I'll get Claudia or Sam to do an extra shift tomorrow so you can get off at three.”

  “Alright then. It's a deal,” I say.

  She seems quite pleased with herself. I wonder what I've let Madison in for.

  ***

  Next afternoon, I go to Madison's place. She kisses me on the lips as soon as she opens the front door and pulls me inside.

  “Alone at last,” she says, grinning. “The place to ourselves.”

  “Perfect. How long have we got?”

  “Mom said she was meeting a friend for dinner so I can't see her getting back before ten.”

  “You're going to wear me out, if you keep me here until ten.”

  “Exactly what I plan to do. Keep you here and wear you right out.”

  “You're very demanding for a young maiden.”

  “No longer a maiden though.”

  “No.” I'm grinning, remembering that first time. “Maidens are a lot more obedient.”

  “They are, are they? And what if they disobey?”

  “All kinds of bad things happen.”

  “What kinds of bad things? Maybe I'll disobey you on purpose.”

  I look at her. Does she want to play those kinds of games? I haven't tried anything with her. I haven't tried much with anyone, but I like to be in control.

  “They get punished. Over my knee. They get spanked on their bare bottoms for disobedience.”

  I hear her breath catch. I wonder if she meant me to go there, but whatever she meant, it seems to be hitting a chord.

  “And how does Sir want me to obey?”

  I feel my cock jump at her words. I think how she seems to like it when I tell her to come for me.

  “Sir wants you naked on the bed. Right now.”

  She looks at me in that seductive way of hers and kisses me smack on the lips, then she goes off to her bedroom. I give her a few moments, and then I follow. She's taken off her jeans, sandals and t-shirt but she's still wearing her bra and panties.

  “Not quite fast enough,” I say.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she says, but she's smiling.

  “We'll have to do something about this, won't we?” I yank up her still-fastened bra so it's tight around her chest and her breasts fall out, her nipples standing out, and then I pull her panties halfway down her thighs.

  “That's better,” I say. “Sit in that chair and play with your tits for me.”

  She gasps, whether at the idea or at my crude words, or both, I don't know. But she sits on the armchair in the corner of the room, her face flushed, the rest of her pale skin golden in the late afternoon sunlight.

  I sit down on the bed. I can see everything from there but I can't reach out and touch her. “Now,” I say. “Do it now. I want to watch you play with your tits.”

  She's tentative at first, just gently stroking herself, unable to look at me. But I hear her breath quicken, and she closes her eyes and I know she's enjoying the sensation. She's sensitive there. Sometimes I think she might come just from me sucking her nipples. I want to take them in my mouth now and make her cry out, but that would be the end
of this game, and I want to see how far she will let me go with this.

  “That's enough of that,” I say. “Hands down between your legs now. I want to see you play with yourself there.”

  Her eyes open wide at my words but she smiles again, though her cheeks are pink, and her fingers go to her slit and she rubs herself until she's moaning. I can tell she's close.

  My cock wants to break out of my jeans. Time enough for that.

  “Don't come,” I say. “You're not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  Her fingers pause.

  “Carry on. I didn't tell you to stop.”

  “But...er...Sir.”

  “Continue. But don't come. You'll be punished if you come.”

  Maybe she guesses how this is all going to end no matter what she does, because her fingers speed up then and with them, her breath. Her hips arch up off the chair and her thighs part as far as they can restricted as they are by the panties around her legs. I watch as she climaxes, her mouth open, her limbs shuddering.

  I've seen her come before, but somehow this is different—this display for me because I told her to play with herself and she wanted to obey me. The way she couldn't help taking herself over the edge. I want to fuck her right now, but I'm not going to.

  “Over here,” I say.

  She stands in front of me, still constricted by her bra and panties. I can smell her arousal. It's intoxicating, the sweet smell of her. I want to reach out and lick her, but I don't.

  “Get over my lap,” I say. “Present your bottom.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she says sweetly and wriggles onto my lap against my cock.

  Fuck! I almost come right then.

  “Was that maidenly, coming like that when you weren't supposed to?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Was it obedient?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “You know I'm going to have to punish you, don't you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I can feel her body through my jeans, her chest rising and falling quickly as if the whole idea is taking her breath away.

  “I'm going to spank you,” I say, smoothing my hands over the rounds of her ass. “And your naughty little bottom is not going to like it.”

  She squirms on my lap.

  “Keep still. Do I have to hold you down?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Okay then.” I pull my hand back and give her a smart slap right on the fleshiest part of her butt. She yelps and I see the red mark my hand has made on her pale flesh. And then I follow it with five more, covering both cheeks, and she squeals with each one. Her bottom is lush and pink.

  “Stop,” she says. “I'll be good.”

  I smooth my hands over the cheeks of her ass and let her breathing get back to normal. I'm such a fucking novice at this. I know she probably doesn't want me to stop, but I can't go on now she's said it. We should have had a safe word or something.

  “Do you really want me to stop, or do you think you deserve a little more punishment for your wanton display?”

  She gulps. “More punishment,” she says. “I deserve more.”

  “That's right, you do. And I think you should lie over the arm of the chair where you were so ready to display yourself.”

  Truth is, I have to get her off my legs or any more wriggling and I'll come in my jeans. I pick her up from my lap and lead her gently over to the chair, unfastening her bra and pulling off her panties so she's naked for me lying there, her face buried in the seat cushion. She's so wet between her legs I can't help reaching out and touching the honey there. She groans as I touch her, and she parts her thighs for me as if inviting me in.

  “Soon,” I say. “Soon I'm going to fuck you right here over the arm of this chair, but first your pretty little bottom is going to feel my hand.”

  She raises her ass to me. She wants this. She really does.

  “If it gets too much, don't say stop, say...er Murgatroyd. That's your safe word if you want me to stop.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Doesn't matter. Just use it.”

  “Okay, I'll say Murgatroyd if I want you to stop.”

  I spank her harder this time, now I know she really wants it. I spank her buttocks until they are red all over while she moans and squeals, but she doesn't say a thing. Not this time. She knows I'll stop if she wants me to and she doesn't say anything.

  I spank her until I can't bear it any longer. I have to take her right then. As she recovers from the last slap, I groan and undo my jeans, fumbling for one of the condoms I have somewhere in the pocket. They all come out, and I grab one from the floor, tear the packet and get it on. And then I'm in her hot depths, not caring for a moment that I'm hammering my body against her red bottom, that it must be sore. And truthfully, she doesn't seem to care herself, not from the noises she's making, not from the way she's raising her body to meet mine.

  “Yes,” she says. “Fuck me, Luke. Fuck me.” And somehow it turns me on more than ever coming out of her pretty mouth because she rarely uses words like that, and I pound her harder, ramming her body against the upholstery with each thrust until we both come. We collapse in a sweaty heap over the arm of the chair. I have never felt so good, so invincible. I love Madison at that moment. I know I do. And it's not just sex. But I don't say it.

  Then suddenly the door crashes open against the bedroom wall.

  “You dirty little slut.” Her mother is there, her face like blue thunder. “I heard you animals as soon as I came in.”

  Madison lets out a cry of horror beneath me.

  “Get off my daughter and get out!” her mother yells at me. “And don't come back!”

  But I'm not going anywhere. I can't leave Madison to face this alone. I get up off her and zip myself up. I don't even have a chance to get rid of the condom from my cock. I'll have to sort myself out later.

  CHAPTER 19

  MADISON

  Luke passes me my clothes and gives me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as if to say “I'm still here.” I'm not sure it will help. Nothing is going to help. I'm so ashamed. No, not ashamed. I'm just embarrassed.

  I quickly sit up on the arm of the chair and cling onto my clothes, covering up my nudity.

  And my mother is still screaming. “How could you?” she yells. “I turn my back for one moment and you're opening your legs to any Tom, Dick or Harry. Begging them to fuck you.”

  Oh god, she heard that.

  I wish she hadn't seen us like this or heard that but it's too late now.

  “I told you to leave,” Mom shouts at Luke. “I want to talk to my daughter.”

  “No. I won't leave her. Not like this.”

  I don't say anything. I don't know what I can say. I just want to get dressed. I drop my panties twice. My hands are shaking. I can see Luke wants to help me. He takes a step and I give him warning look. I don't think that would help at the moment.

  “I don't know what you see in the little slut anyway,” Mom says to Luke. “Other than the obvious. Or maybe that is exactly what you see in her. Planning on enjoying yourself a few times with my whore of a daughter tonight, were you?”

  She bends over and picks up a handful of condoms from the floor.

  “I expect he already knows you're a sure thing, Madison, doesn’t he? Once your legs are open you can't keep them closed. Is that it? Like that slut your father has taken up with? Maybe you're more like him that I thought. And deceptive. Nancy couldn't make it for dinner so I came straight home, but you thought you'd make use of the house in my absence, didn't you? You couldn't wait to take off your panties for that piece of trash.”

  “Mom, don't you dare talk to Luke like that.” She's really getting into her stride now and soon there'll be no stopping her tirade.

  “I'll dare all I want. It's no more than he deserves. Look at him. He thinks he's good enough for you, doesn't he? Maybe you belong together. You're both trash. But I know you, you're just bored, and he'll do fine and dandy for the summer. You'll
find bigger fish to fry at college, someone more suitable to open your legs for.”

  “I'm sorry you walked in on us, Mom. But you've got everything wrong. It's nothing like that.”

  I want to get dressed. I can't bear sitting like this, clutching my clothes. I put my t-shirt on and bend over to stagger into my panties.

  “You're all red!” Mom pulls at my t-shirt. “What? Don't tell me he beats you up. I can't believe this. Has he been forcing himself on you?”

  “You,” she yells at Luke, “out before I call the police for assault.”

  “It's not like that.” I have to stop her making it seem like something terrible, what we did.

  “What is it like? You're not telling me you like it!”

  I don't say anything. Luke puts him arm around me protectively.

  “You’re sick, depraved,” she screams. “My own daughter. How many men have you let beat you? Dear God, don't tell me you let your father do that? Is that what turned his head so he went after that young bitch? She looks just like you, you know.”

  “No. Of course Dad doesn't hit me. He's never touched me.”

  “Luke,” I plead. “Please, just go. I'll see you tomorrow.”

  I need to calm her down. And I'm never going to manage that while he's here.

  “Over my dead body,” she says. “This stops right now. You can forget tomorrow. This has gone on long enough.”

  “I'll see you tomorrow,” Luke whispers to me and I say, “Just go,” and I squeeze his hand. I'm used to my mother. Luke isn't. And I've no idea what she'll say next or how bad this will get before the day is out.

  “So,” she goes on as soon as Luke goes out and closes the door behind him. “You might like to know your father has got that girl pregnant. He's never coming back. A young slut just like you. No doubt you put ideas in his head flaunting your body around behind my back.”

  “How can you say that? You know that's not true. You said Dad didn't think much of me. You said he thought I was worthless.”