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CHAPTER TWENTY

BEST OF YOU

Taking her hand, I led her into the bathroom where the tub was already filled with warm water and bubbles. Pressing her lips to mine, I tasted her favorite cake batter chapstick mixed with the cinnamon gum she loved so much. Wanting  to savor each moment, I wanted this to be just as perfect as last night was.

I stood back and watched her slide her jeans off her slender hips and lift her shirt over her head. As she stood in front of me in just her bra and thong, I couldn’t imagine anything better. She shimmied them down her legs, revealing her bare pussy, and I was instantly hard. She just did it for me, in every way.

Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. Unable to handle the distance for another second, I pulled her to me. I cupped her ass with my hands, wanting to slide a finger inside her in the worse way. The time for that was coming. I made quick work of my clothes and stepped into the bath holding my hand out in invitation. She followed, and we sat with her back to my front. Burying my face in her hair, I inhaled. Everything about this girl drove me insane. I needed taste her. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her neck. I couldn't hold the words back anymore.

“Do you have any idea how completely and utterly in love I am with you?” I asked. It took me a second to realize what I'd just said. I had been so lost in the moment. So mesmerized by her, that it just came out. I hoped I hadn't royally fucked up, or scared her by letting it slip.

She paused and placed her hand on the side of my face. “If it’s like I love you than I just might,” she smiled. Just like that, I involuntarily had another raging hard on. From a fucking smile. Her eyes drifted downward. “Someone is excited.”

“Sorry, I just wanted us to relax and enjoy some time together. You just have that affect on me."

Come on Kev. Get your shit together.

“Madison, I only want what you’re willing to give me.”

“I already gave you all of me. Now, it’s time you took it.”

She turned to face me; her hard nipples rubbing against my chest as her lips crashed into mine. I ran my hands through her soft hair, pulling her lips to meet mine. The kiss started out soft and passionate; our lips moved in sync as she started grinding my shaft. Pulling away, I lifted her up to the edge of the whirlpool tub and parted her legs. Her bare pussy was beckoning me to worship it. She looked at me with feral eyes as I dropped my head to start my assault.

Darting my tongue out, I ran up her slit, teasing her entrance before flicking her clit. I loved the audible gasp she made. I continued licking, biting, sucking while sliding two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She started growing tense around me, and I knew she was close and I wanted to taste her. In a selfish way, I wanted to erase the thought of anyone else ever touching her from her mind. Her enchanting eyes locked on mine as I brought her over the edge.

She had no idea how much I loved watching her get off. The sounds she made. The little sigh after she was finished, like I just gave her the best gift ever.

Palming my cock, I stood her up and took her place on the edge of the tub. Lining up with her entrance, I slowly ebbed my way inside her. If there was heaven on earth, this was it. Her tight walls squeezing me. Her arousal coating me. Her angelic face was holding my gaze out of the corner of her eye. She slid up and down my length, taking me balls deep. Wrapping one hand around her waist, I caressed her tits with the other. She began picking up her pace, as I met her thrust for bounce.

Wanting to prolong it, I grabbed her hips and kept her firmly in place.
Fuck.
She squeezed her walls around me. I turned her and wrapped her legs around my waist. My little sex kitten.

Grabbing two towels, I wrapped one around her and stood on other. Not caring that I was still wet, I picked her up and carried her to bed. I crawled between her legs and admired the view. Taking her tits in my hand, I massaged them, running my thumbs over her nipples. Her back arched, as her hands wrapped around my neck.

Sliding back inside her warmth, I moved in and out completely with each thrust. The delicious friction was bringing me closer to my own release. I focused on the small O that formed around her mouth. Her eyes that saw all of me and chose to love me anyway. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. My balls hitting her ass. Her glaze covering my shaft. The thick head of my cock making her scream in pleasure. Her perky tits bouncing. She let go. Her nails digging into my triceps. I. Was. Done. I came. Hard. Harder than last night. I felt dizzy.

Lowering my head, I kissed her forehead and lay down next to her. Moving the hair out of her eyes, I felt content but more than that I felt lucky. She was the one thing right in my life.

"That was amazing," she sighed running her fingertips up and down my ribcage.

"I agree."

"As much as I love my parents, I wish we never had to leave the bed."

I hadn't even realized what time it was. Hours passed by like minutes with her. Looking over at my alarm clock, it was time that we needed to start getting ready to leave. I wanted to have time to stop and get her mom some flowers and her dad a bottle of Hennessey.

I picked out a pair of black jeans, a gray button up and black loafers. Dressy enough to hopefully make a good impression, but casual enough not to  look like a douche. Madison had on a pale pink sweater dress with a thick black belt and leggings.

"Are you ready to meet the parents?" She asked. I was slightly nervous. I wanted them to like me, especially since I was in love with their daughter. Thoughts of what would happen if they hated me crossed my mind. My track record wasn't exactly the best. "They're going to love you. Relax."

After making our stops, I headed the same way as her house and waited for her to give me directions to her parent's place. The houses started getting bigger, and bigger. It wasn't exactly a shock to me; I grew up in an eighteen thousand square foot mansion. We eventually came to a stop in front of a house at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was a little smaller than the one I grew up in, but impressive nonetheless. I was glad I splurged for the pricier bottle of booze.

The driveway was a semi-circle, I pulled up and stopped in front of the staircase that led to heavy French doors. Taking a deep breath, I cut the engine, grabbed our gifts and went to open Madison's door.

  Following her up the stairs, she opened them without knocking and called out, "Mom, Dad, we're here."

"In the kitchen, sweetie." Her mom replied.

The entryway was impressive with a double staircase and marble flooring. A massive, crystal chandelier hung in the center illuminating the vast space. Pieces of antique furniture and art were tastefully placed throughout. Hand in hand, I followed her to the kitchen. Her dad was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. He eyed me skeptically. He looked to be early-mid fifties. Full head of dark hair, with salt and pepper around the sides. He was tall and lean, probably around my height. Her mother was an older version of Madison. Same blonde hair, slightly darker and the same almond-shaped green eyes. I could sense her dad was the one I was going to have to try and win over.

Her mom smiled and wiped her hands on her apron. I handed her the flowers.

"Mrs. Hale, it's a pleasure to meet you." I turned to her dad and presented him with the two-hundred and fifty dollar bottle of Hennessy X.O. "Sir."

"Michael Hale," He held out his hand and I placed mine in his grip. It was more like a vice. I couldn't blame him though. With a beautiful daughter like Madison, I'm sure he had to scare away his share fair of douchebags. He eyed me skeptically. I knew now was not the time to cower. I needed to hold my ground. I needed to prove to him that I was a worthy suitor for his daughter. He seemed to appraise me up and down at least six times before releasing his grip. "Thanks for coming." Whether he was sincere was to be determined.

It was going to be a long night. As long as I had Madison next to me, nothing else mattered. Her mom asked about me and where I'm from. I went into all the monotonous, boring details. I made sure to go over my parents affluent status and how the band generates healthy revenue. That way her dad wouldn't think that I was trying to ride on Madison's coattails. For a split second, he seemed slightly impressed. His hard mask fell back into his place. Her mom kept asking questions and telling stories about Madison from when she was little.

"Mom, we're not breaking out the baby book." She said rolling her eyes and moving her hair out of her face.

Her father's eyes dropped to her now exposed wrist. He grabbed it and pulled it to him to examine it.

"You two have been together for less than a week, and you're already having her get tramp stamped up," he spat.

"Dad, it's not a tramp stamp!" She shouted, yanking her hand away. "And, for your information it was completely my idea. And Kevin doesn't have any tattoos. His band mates do, but he does not. I don't see what the big deal is anyway; it's my body. Last time I checked, I'm twenty-seven years old. I'll always be your little girl, but I can make my own decisions."

"Michael, she's right. This may come as a shocker, but I've always wanted one too." Her mother chimed in.

His eyes cut to hers and softened. Thankfully, he dropped it.

MADISON

I knew my dad would be Mr. Intimidating tonight. I wanted to warn Kevin, but I also wanted to see how he handled himself under duress. He was a pro. I imagined playing live shows; you had to be quick thinking. There was no denying he was intelligent, but from experience book smarts and street smarts were two completely different things. He was a good mix of both. I was completely smitten with him.

My mom pulled the pot roast from the oven and ordered everyone to take their seats in the dining room. Ten years ago, my dad built this house for my mom. He had started Hale Industries. It was a tech securities company. It took off, and we lived very comfortably. My parents had offered to help Bri, no strings attached several times in the past, but her stubborn nature liked doing everything on her own. I understood because there were times that I wanted to prove that I could walk my own mile without help. At the same time, it was nice not to have student loans up to my eyeballs.

My dad was always very protective of me growing up. He watched what his brother went through and wanted to shield me from being exposed to drugs. It was impossible. I went to private school where they ran rampant. If he knew that I used to shoot heroin, he'd have a heart attack. I finally just got rid of my ex-Damon once and for all. Over the past six years, he was my constant. Not in a good way. He was a leech, but I thought I could be the one to save him. Every time he'd come up short for his rent, or couldn't afford something, I was the one that would step in and fix it.

For years, I let my love for him manipulate me into staying in his life. I didn't realize how much I sacrificed as a person to keep him happy. How I got through law school was a miracle. The amount of times he'd show up at my door, drunk or high begging me to help him or forgive him left me exhausted. I did my best to hide it, but when Bri came to visit four months ago and saw what was going on she sat me down. She told me I needed to let him go, no matter how hard it was or how much he begged me.

That was one of the worse nights of my life. It was the night before Fourth of July. He showed up on a bender, telling me how much he loved me and needed me. When I asked him to leave, he flipped out. Bri watched in horror as I ran and locked myself in my bedroom. He kicked in the door and climbed on top of me, trying to kiss me. I thrashed under him. I was no match for his muscular, large size. All he kept saying was that he loved me. If he couldn't have me, he'd kill himself.

For almost four months he's been gone; that was until the night before Thanksgiving. He showed up drunk and high again claiming he had people after him for money and needed my help. He paced the floor back and forth like a crazed lunatic, yelling and screaming. He lunged and pinned me up against the living room wall. There was a lethal look in his eye. A warning. I didn't want to give in knowing he'd keep coming back, but it was the only way to get him to leave.  Not even kidding, it was Kevin's face that kept popping in my head. I didn't even know his name at the time, but he was who I thought of.

It had been almost two weeks since that night. Although, he's tried calling me a few times; he hasn't showed up to the house. Yet. I just had to hope that he found another girl to take up his time. It's just another reason that I respected and understood where Kevin was coming from when he poured his heart out to me. I only wished I were brave enough to tell him about my past.

I took a seat next to him at the end of the twelve seated dining room table. My mother loved to entertain. Holiday's especially. Our family was small, but they had lots of close friends that were like family.

"Earth to Madison," Kevin joked.

"Sorry," I apologized.

My dad sat at the head of the table. A glass of the Hennessey Kevin bought in his hand. He seemed to be relaxing slightly. My mom breezed in with two plates in hand, placing them down in front of my dad and Kevin before making her way back to the kitchen for the others. She placed mine down and hers to the right of my dad. Walking to the buffet, she grabbed a bottle of red wine and three glasses. Pouring them like a pro, she handed them out and took a seat.