Taste of Love (22 page)

"I think I figured that you weren't meant for Thomas when I heard you had taken up with Cameron," she laughed, letting Madison off the hook.

Madison giggled, putting her hands on her cheeks to conceal the blush. She eyed Bunny, who was smiling proudly.

"I do believe I won the bet," Bunny told Sasha. "But more importantly, I am pleased you and Cameron make each other so happy." She winked at Madison. "I talked to him earlier today, and he sounded so rejuvenated. I think your visit was exactly what he needed. And obviously what you needed too. You are positively glowing!"

Madison blushed harder. "We had a great time! I'm so glad he talked me into coming. I've never done something spur of the moment like that before."

"I'm just anxious for his tour to end, and for him to get back here," Bunny told her.

"Me too!" Madison said, a little more expressive than she had planned. She shook her head in embarrassment. "Well ladies, I hate to leave, but duty calls."

They bid their farewells, and when she left, she noticed that Bunny had a smile on her face, larger than she had ever seen before.

Over the next week, Madison went into work early every morning, in order to catch up on paperwork that hadn't gotten done while she was gone. It seemed like it was further payback from Austin - he could have taken care of it all, but apparently had chosen not to do so. And every evening, she would go home and do her nightly chores, getting back into a rhythm again.

She interviewed the candidates for the Assistant Manager position, and ended up hiring a woman who seemed very efficient and had great recommendations. On her first day, Madison painted the picture for her. She explained that the restaurant was her baby, and she expected nothing but perfection from her, and satisfaction from the customers.

Abigail seemed to understand and agree wholeheartedly. She was a nice looking thirty-seven year old woman who was single with no kids, and always dedicated herself to her job. She had told the woman about Austin, and that he would be her boss until she was fully trained, but once she knew the ins and outs, they would be equals. Since Austin was still on vacation, and she didn't have much time to train Abigail, she wouldn't start until Austin got back from vacation. It still left Madison shorthanded for the time being, but it would be easier in the long run.

Time was flying by, but it was also standing still. She couldn't wait for Cameron to return home, yet she was nervous. Things worked well for them when she went to visit him, but how would it be when he was home full time? Would he be upset that she worked so much? Would they get bored with each other? Would she have her heart broken? How would it go after the honeymoon period was over?

Cameron had called a few times, and though the conversations were often rushed, they were full of emotion. Cameron had informed her that his final concert of the tour would be in the city, and he wanted her there

"Try to keep me away," she joked.

"Alright, I'll pick you up before the concert. I want you backstage with me while I get ready," he told her.

"I won't see you before that?" Usually they had a sound check or rehearsal the day before the concert, and she was hoping for that now.

"No, sorry. As soon as we roll into town, we have to go straight to the stadium for sound check and rehearsal. I'll only have about an hour and a half between that and the time I need to be back stage, so you need to be ready when I come to pick you up."

"I understand." she told him, happy that she would be seeing him in the next few days. She needed to think of a way to get out of work for that night. Austin wouldn't be back, and Abby hadn't started yet.

Looks like it's time to put some faith in the head chef,
she thought.

Over the next few days, she was busy training her head chef Antoine on how to take care of things in her absence. He would still be doing his same duties for the most part, but he needed to make sure that everything that came out of the kitchen was perfect, and every now and then check on customers to make sure they were satisfied.

He shadowed her on the nights that she was training him so that he could see exactly what she was doing. At the end of the night, he was to clean up as they normally did, then take the till from the cash register and put it in the safe, and leave everything else for her to complete in the morning.

Within only a few nights, she was confident that he could fill in for her while she spent much-needed time with Cameron.

The night of the concert finally arrived. She left the restaurant as the dinner rush was starting, after Antoine reassured her that he could handle it. She rushed to her apartment to shower and dress before Cameron got there. After getting out of the shower, she put her hair in curlers and went to her closet to pick out a sexy outfit that would please him.

She ended up choosing her black leather pants with a silver tube top and strappy silver heels. Giving her hair a few more minutes to set, she did her make up and went all out, exaggerating her eyes with color to make them pop.

When she finally removed the curlers from her hair, she was very pleased with the results. She flipped her head over, gave it a few shots of hairspray, then flipped it back up. The curls were perfect, and fell around her shoulders and down her back. She was hoping Cameron would like it as much as she did. With a quick spritz of perfume, she left the bathroom and went to wait.

Before she could even sit down, a knocking on the door brought a smile to her face. She rushed over and opened the door, so happy to see Cameron on the other side. She flew into his arms, and he crushed her lips with a searing kiss.

"God, I've missed you," Cameron told her, looking her up and down, then pulling her back into his arms. "You look amazing, but I think you're missing something."

Madison looked down. She was dressed, her makeup was done, she had her purse. "What would that be?" she asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"This." Cameron held up his hand. A necklace dangled from his fingertip.

Madison was shocked. It was a white gold chain with a heart and key made out of diamonds. On the back of each charm was a name. Cameron was engraved into the heart, and Madison in the key.

"Oh my goodness," she breathed.

"Let's see how this looks on you."

He was delighted with her reaction. He kissed her again quickly, and she never lost her smile. She turned around and lifted her hair so that he could put it on her.

"You're the only one with the key to my heart. Just remember that," he told her as he kissed the back of her neck.

Madison nodded, not trusting her voice for fear that she would start crying. She walked over to the mirror and smiled at the reflection. The necklace looked perfect with her outfit.

Finally she could speak. "Thank you. It's perfect."

He kissed her again, and told her that they needed to leave so that he could get there on time. She locked her door and they went down to the waiting car, hand in hand.

T
he concert was amazing. Cameron went out for two encores, pleasing the very loud hometown crowd. Madison was so proud to look up at the stage and know that her boyfriend was the one they were screaming for; he was the one that brought them all to their feet.

Cameron knew it too. He lived for the fire they gave him. She saw it in his eyes every time he performed; he was in his element. He was born to rule the stage.

The after-party was packed, almost to the point of being obnoxious. But for once, Madison didn't mind. Cameron deserved it, and she wanted to make sure that he had fun and celebrated his last show of this tour. When he walked into the room, she was right there waiting for him, with his favorite brand of beer in hand. He took the beer and swallowed her in a passionate kiss, still riding his high from the show. All she could do was laugh at his antics, not even embarrassed at all at the public displays of affection.

They stayed at the party longer than any other one they attended, and Cameron made sure to keep Madison at his side at all times. He saw some of the looks she was getting, and he didn't want to risk the chance of one of the drunk or high guys getting their hands on her. Not only that, but it eliminated the chance of another girl trying to kiss or grope him.

Madison had a great time. She let go and truly enjoyed herself, thankful she was at his side the whole time though. The drinks were flowing endlessly, and though there were plenty of drugs being passed around the room, she was relieved to see Cameron didn't indulge in them.

After a few hours she was well past being drunk, as was Cameron, and they were both glad that the party was winding down. It was getting hard for both of them to stand, whether it was from the alcohol or the passionate kisses they shared every chance they got. Finally Cameron led her to the waiting limousine, both of them stumbling along the way.

Once they were safely tucked inside with the privacy window up, they finally gave into their craving for each other. They didn't even bother to shed any clothes - they just pulled fabric aside, unbuckled this and opened up that. He found her slick and wet already, and he pushed right into her with no foreplay. It didn't take long before she came around him, her body releasing all the pent-up tension in a throbbing orgasm that made her groan with mindless pleasure. His followed almost immediately after.

It took them less than five minutes.

But the ride itself seemed to take forever. Once they got through the door to her apartment, they started to undress again. This time it wasn't as frantic, or as needy - but it was a drunken undressing, one that brought to mind the first time they did this in her apartment. They laughed and giggled and stumbled out of their clothes as they made their way to the dark bedroom.

When they finally did collapse on the bed, it was entirely worth the wait. Cameron immediately started licking his way down her body and she was more than happy to lay back and let him. But this time, he didn't get her off. Instead, he took his time getting her close, then he backed off until she was begging for him to resume. When he did go back to it, he brought her right to the brink, then stopped.

"Fuck!" she finally hollered. Cameron grinned.

"So unladylike," he chided.

"Damn you, Cameron! Make me come!"

He laughed hard and kissed his way up her body. He slid into her with one smooth, fast thrust. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but just enough to bring her over the edge that he had recently abandoned. She cried out in ecstasy, raking her nails down his back.

Cameron watched her face, and though he was dizzy from the alcohol, he was sober enough in that moment to have her look of pure satisfaction etched into his memory forever. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out, but he knew that he wanted to satisfy her at least one more time before he could succumb to his own release.

She pushed on his shoulders. He understood the silent demand and rolled over so that she was the one on top. To feel her grinding on him was amazing, and to watch her breasts bouncing as she rode him was sheer visual ecstasy.

She grabbed his hands in hers and linked them together over his head, kissing him with all she had, and Cameron fought to keep control. She was completely taking over, and he loved every single second of it. When she sat back up, she placed his hands on her breasts and she ran her hands through her hair, grabbing it half way through and tossed her head back as she rode through yet another orgasm.