Take Me in the Night (Take Me #1)

by R. L. Kenderson

  “You look like you’re going to kill him.”

  Serena’s words broke the spell, and I looked at her. “I’m sorry?”

  “You looked like you were going to kill him,” she said with her brow raised.

  I looked at my brother and sister, who both nodded. My sister rolled her eyes, and my brother was stifling a laugh.

  I turned my gaze back to my niece. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “You didn’t scare me. But, if I were Simon, I’d run far away from here.”

  “I’m not going to hurt him,” I protested.

  She held her hands up in surrender.

  “Brat,” I told her, and she laughed.

  It was true. I wasn’t going to hurt the Simon character. I had a lot more discipline than that. If I could sit in one spot for thirty-six hours straight while hiding from the enemy in a foreign desert, I could keep myself from punching one guy.

  However, a few kind but firm words, warning him to back off, wouldn’t kill anyone.

  My eyes went from Simon up to Addison’s apartment window. It was obviously closed due to the noise from the street dance, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she kept her bedroom window unlocked like she had when we were in high school.

  I shook my head.

  On second thought, it would be wise for me to keep my distance from anyone in Addison’s circle. If I were smart, I’d leave her to get rid of Simon on her own.

  Too bad I couldn’t stay away from her.

  11

  Addison

  My eyes popped open, and I sucked in a short breath.

  My body was on full alert, but I couldn’t figure out what had woken me.

  I stared up at my dark ceiling as I slowed my breathing, so I could listen for any noise.

  I could hear crickets outside, playing their nightly tune, but that was it. The street dance must have ended some time ago because I didn’t hear any music or voices.

  I waited a few more seconds and rolled to my side to reach for my phone. Maybe a text message had pulled me from my sleep. I should check to see if it was important, although if it was, I should have gotten a phone call instead.

  I put my hand on my nightstand, missing my cell, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

  A large, imposing figure rose from the old wicker chair I kept in the corner of my room.

  I should’ve been scared that someone had gotten into my apartment while I was sleeping, but I knew right away that it was Maddox.

  I had no idea how he’d managed to get in, but from the things I’d read about Navy SEALs, they had a way of getting into areas that average humans couldn’t.

  A wave of excitement flooded my body, starting at my head and my toes, converging to the area between my legs.

  He slowly approached the side of my bed. When he reached me, he looked down as if he was studying me.

  He hooked one finger under the sheet covering me, keeping his eyes on mine. He slowly pulled the fabric down and off my body. When I heard him suck in his breath as the sight of my nakedness hit him, a rush of satisfaction went through me.

  He still found me attractive.

  I watched, fascinated with his body, as he pulled off his T-shirt. He had been muscular in high school since he played football, but his muscles now had to be twice as big. His arms were huge, and his stomach sported an eight-pack.

  God bless streetlights.

  I ran two fingers down his toned abs as he undid his belt and pushed his cargo shorts off his hips.

  His big, gorgeous cock sprang out from the confines of his clothes. This time, I was the one who sucked in a breath.

  This was the first penis I had ever touched, sucked, and put inside my body. Was it possible that it was bigger than I remembered?

  I didn’t get to find out because Maddox knocked my hand away as he kicked his shorts off his feet.

  He put one knee on the bed and pushed my legs open, exposing me to him.

  He pushed two fingers into me and groaned. I knew what he had found. I was wet. I was always wet for him.

  I clenched around him, and he rubbed my clit. My back arched slightly off the bed, and my eyes closed of their own accord.

  I couldn’t believe he still remembered how to touch me, but I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Maddox had bedroom skills, even back in high school. I’d been with grown men who had no idea what to do with a vagina.

  I forced my eyes open just in time to watch Maddox take his hand from me, and he rubbed it over the head of his dick. He was using my desire as lube, and it was so hot; it only made me wetter. I could feel it coating the inside of my thighs now.

  Maddox stood and pulled me to the end of the bed. He ran his hand down my body and then pushed both my knees back to my shoulders. He circled my wrists in his hands, and as he pushed my arms over my head, he shoved his cock inside me.

  A hiss sounded from the back of Maddox’s throat, and I almost came all over him. He continued to push until he bottomed out, and there was no more room for him inside me. It had been some time since I was with someone of his considerable length, and my body wasn’t used to it.

  I welcomed the bite of pain though. It brought me back to when he’d taken my virginity. Except, now, I had much more experience.

  I rocked my hips up and down over his dick to get it to rub the spot inside me that would complete my orgasm.

  Maddox had other ideas.

  He dropped all his weight on me, and that extra inch that hadn’t fit was now inside me.

  I closed my eyes and commanded my body to relax around him. As if he knew what had happened, Maddox didn’t push my body any further at that moment.

  As I felt my body give and my legs fell more to the side, I opened my eyes and looked at him again.

  Maddox stared at me as he slowly pulled his cock from my body and then pushed back in. Thankfully, there was hardly any pain at all.

  As if he sensed what was going on inside me, he began to pump his hips, picking up speed, his rhythm on point.

  My almost climax was barreling down on me at full speed, and I could tell it was going to be epic. I hadn’t had a really good orgasm from anyone other than myself for a long time, and I clenched my eyes shut to keep it at bay. The longer I held it off, the better it would feel.

  Maddox’s breathing quickened, and I knew he was close, too. I wanted to touch him, to claw at his back for making me feel so good, but he still held my wrists above my head.

  Right before I exploded, Maddox bit my neck, and my eyes flew open. He put his nose to mine as I shuddered and convulsed around him. I barely saw the look of satisfaction in his eyes, as my orgasm was so strong, but I did, and ironically, it made me come harder.

  Maddox pumped into me a couple of more times and then quickly withdrew from my body. He let go of my arms as he stroked his cock with his hand, coming all over my belly.

  He pushed himself back inside me as he rubbed his seed into my skin, as if he was leaving his mark all over me.

  I watched him do this, his face so full of concentration that I could only stare. I wanted to be in his head right now. I wanted to know what he was thinking.

  Had he come to my room with the intention of fucking me? Why had he come at all?

  When he seemed satisfied with his work, he pulled his shaft from my body and stood completely. He looked around until he found his clothes and then proceeded to put them on. I knew he was leaving, and a part of me wondered if he was trying to humiliate me.

  If that was what he wanted, it wasn’t going to happen.

  I lay there, making no move to cover myself or do anything to show him that I regretted what had happened between us.

  I was no longer the shy virgin he’d deflowered, and I had been with more men than I could count on both hands.

  Plus, I didn’t regret what had happened just now. Maybe I would in the morning, but in the dark of the night, with sleep still hanging over me, I was just grateful for the
good fucking.

  I closed my eyes for a moment. I was relaxed and sated, and I knew sleep would consume me again soon.

  I wanted to catch one glimpse of Maddox before he went, but when I opened my eyes, he was gone. He’d left as silently as he’d come.

  I moved back to the middle of my bed and pulled up my sheet. As I drifted off, it finally hit me that we hadn’t spoken a single word to each other the entire time.

  12

  Maddox

  I rested my head against the back of Addison’s building. If it hadn’t been made of brick, I would have pounded my forehead against it a few times.

  What did I just do?

  Fucked the shit out of her, my stupid brain answered.

  But I already knew that.

  What I meant was, what had I done to our relationship? Was she going to think we were some sort of couple now?

  She was a firecracker in bed and the best goddamn lay I’d ever had, but she was never going to be more than that. I had learned my lesson already.

  Yet, as I stood there, I couldn’t forget the way she’d responded to me. She’d been so wet. No one ever got as wet as Addison. One woman I’d dated came close, but she’d always been self-conscious about it, even after I told her it was a good thing.

  But Addison hadn’t been embarrassed in the least. Not even after we were done fucking, and I was putting on my clothes.

  Things had definitely changed. She’d always covered up after we had sex in high school. But not tonight.

  I had almost fucked her again just from her display of confidence.

  I adjusted my stupid cock in my shorts.

  Down, you fucker.

  I wasn’t going to screw her again.

  Except all I could think about was everything I’d missed out on. The taste of her sweet pussy, her tongue on my dick, her breasts, her mouth…I hadn’t even kissed her.

  It was kind of surprising she hadn’t kicked me out of her apartment.

  I took a step away from the wall and shook my head.

  I needed to stop thinking about having sex with Addison. So I didn’t get to experience everything I had years ago. I would get over it. I hadn’t slept with her for twelve years. I could certainly go another twelve.

  I looked at her bedroom window as I walked away. Course it had been easier when I didn’t have to see her tempting body everywhere I went.

  If my SEAL teammates could see me now, they’d call me a pussy.

  Good thing they aren’t going to see me anytime soon, I thought as I walked to my mom’s trailer. It was about a mile away, but that was nothing for me. And the night was beautiful. It would give me time to clear my head.

  I needed to work on getting a place to live tomorrow. I was thankful I had found my SUV earlier, but it had taken all day. I’d had to travel almost an hour away just to pick it up. It hadn’t left any time to look for apartments. I was hoping to be done tomorrow, so I could start working at the garage on Monday.

  When I reached my mother’s, I tried to be quiet, but the squeak of the door gave me away. My mom was just sitting up on the couch as I walked in. The TV was the only light in the room, but I could tell she’d been sleeping.

  “Mom, why don’t you go and sleep in your bed?”

  She waved away my suggestion. “I’m so used to sleeping on the couch. I can’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

  More like she was used to passing out on the couch, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want her to feel bad for her past.

  “I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “It’s okay, baby.”

  “Well, I’m going to head to bed,” I said as I started for my old bedroom down the hall. “You should go back to sleep.”

  I was almost out of her sight when she said, “You need to stay away from her, Maddox.”

  I stopped. “Stay away from who?”

  My mom sighed. “Addison.”

  My shoulders slumped, and I turned around. “Mom, I don’t want to have anything to do with her.”

  “That’s what you say, but I know men. They think with their junk.”

  “Mom.”

  “I might have been a drunk, but I’m not a dummy. How do you think you and your brother and sister came about?”

  “Because you got involved with losers.”

  “Maddox.”

  “I’m sorry, Mom.” But it was true.

  All three of our dads had bolted the second my mom told them she was pregnant. Foster had met his dad once when he was around eleven or twelve, but Kelly and I had only ever seen pictures. The way my brother had sat by the window for a week, waiting for his dad to come back a second time, made me grateful I’d never met my sperm donor.

  “I just don’t want to see you hurt, baby. The girl left you high and dry when you needed her most.”

  “Mom.”

  “Maddox,” she said over me, “I know you were with her that night. I know she never told anybody. She was too embarrassed to admit she was with a Wolfe. She left you to rot in prison.” She pointed her finger at me. “You stay away from her.”

  I nodded in agreement. I didn’t know if I agreed, but I just wanted to go to bed and not argue.

  “Good.” She lay back down. “I’ll see you in the morning, baby.”

  “See you in the morning.”

  I went to my room, and then I shut and locked the door. I stripped off my clothes and flopped backward onto the bed.

  My mother’s words reverberated in my head. She was right about Addison not being there for me. But I didn’t know if she had been embarrassed. We’d had plans after high school. We were going to be together. She’d never made it seem like she was ashamed of me.

  I sighed and put my arm behind my head.

  Maybe I was letting her off too easy. But, right now, it was hard to be mad at her when I could smell her on my cock. Funny how I’d come all over her, wanting to mark her, and I was the one with her mark on me.

  I knew she wasn’t innocent though. She had left me high and dry, as my mother had said. She might not have been embarrassed, but she apparently hadn’t loved me enough to take on her father’s wrath.

  I really did need to stay away. I was never going to keep a clear head if I couldn’t keep my dick out of her.

  I was going to have to find her tomorrow and let her know I was sorry. I should never have snuck into her room, I should never have pulled her covers down, and I should never have had sex with her.

  I was sure she would agree that it had been a mistake as well. She hadn’t been warm and friendly since I came back to town. I didn’t understand why, but she was obviously as upset with me as I was with her.

  I didn’t know where that was coming from, but it would probably be wise to make sure she didn’t press charges.

  I rolled over. I needed to get my head on straight.

  I wasn’t eighteen years old anymore.

  I needed to start acting like it.

  13

  Addison

  “Addison, stop fidgeting in your seat. It’s unladylike.”

  Easier said than done. My father wasn’t the one who’d had a big ole dick inside him last night. I was sore and couldn’t get comfortable. I’d picked the wrong underwear to wear. I should have grabbed my big granny panties that I used when I had my period instead of my thong.

  I picked at my dinner while I gave him the finger under the table. I had learned years ago to keep my rebellious thoughts to myself. And, even though I was a grown woman now, it wasn’t worth starting a fight.

  It was my weekly Sunday dinner at my father’s house, and tonight, I wanted it to be over more than ever. I yawned for what felt like the thousandth time that night. Despite falling into a post-orgasmic sleep after Maddox had left, I was tired today.

  Although that could be due to whoever had woken me up at six in the morning. There had been a loud crash in the alley under my window this morning. When I peeked out the window, I saw a group of guys walking away. I still didn’t know what th
e noise had been or if they had been up early or not even gone to bed last night, but I did know they’d woken me up. And, after that, I couldn’t fall back asleep.

  I kept replaying sex with Maddox over and over in my head. In the light of day, it almost felt like it hadn’t been real. Except for my sore vagina, that was.

  While the sex had been phenomenal, I was pissed about the whole thing. He’d barely spoken to me, outside of me being his interim lawyer. No, I’m sorry for leaving, or, I missed you. Nothing. And then he had come into my home in the middle of the night, and I’d just spread my legs for him.

  I was just as mad at myself as I was with him. I hadn’t even made him work for it.

  “Simon tells me that you have been hanging around Pete Hagen.”

  I shot Simon a look. Blabbermouth.

  He sneered at me in return. He knew exactly what he was doing.

  “Yes, he’s my friend. Are you going to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with?”

  “Of course not, dear. I just want to make sure that is all you are.”

  My father was unbelievable.

  “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, we are only friends. I’m not dating anyone.”

  “Good.” My father took a bite of food. “Speaking of dating, I know that Maddox Wolfe is back in town.” His jaw clenched as if the words were hard for him to say.

  “You’re correct. I’ve run into him once or twice.”

  My father pursed his lips. “Yes, well, Simon and I think it’s best that you stay away from the Wolfe boy.”

  It was unfortunate that I had taken a drink of my wine at the same time my father said that because I almost spit it across the table. Instead, I tried to swallow it and immediately began coughing as it went down the wrong tube.

  The fact that my father had called Maddox a boy was hilarious. There was nothing boyish about him. He was all man.

  “Addison, control yourself,” my father said.

  God, he could be such a dick sometimes.