Madison
Madison spread the peanut butter on the roll and scraped the last of the strawberry jam out. It was a lame sandwich at best, but she hadn’t had the time lately to pick up much in the way of groceries. She tossed some broken potato chips on her plate and lunch was ready. She managed to get one bite of her sandwich down before the knocking on the door dragged her from her plate. Damn it, now what? Oh crap, it’s probably Robert back to pressure me some more. He was like a dog with a bone last night, hounding her for an answer to his proposal. She couldn’t face him right now. She went over to the door and shouted through the wood, “Robert, go away. I still don’t know if I want to marry you!” She turned to go back to the table and was stopped in her tracks by thunderous roaring.
“Who the fuck is Robert? Open this door Maddie, right now!” Link yelled.
Oh, double damn. She should have looked before saying anything. She’d never seen an angry Link before. As much as she wanted to hide in her apartment, she really did need to face him. She undid the deadbolt and opened the door. Link stood, his arms braced against the door jam, his face a mask of rage, brown eyes burning hot. He wore his black motorcycle jacket and black jeans that slung low on his hips.
He tapped his boot and let out a soft stream of curses, shaking his gorgeous head. “So who is Robert?” His voice was deceptively soft.
Madison stepped back to let him enter. He seemed to take up the whole room and suck all the oxygen out of it. She had to remind herself to breathe. “Robert was my boyfriend in London; we broke up after Christmas. He is over here for a conference and just stopped by to see me. Not that it’s any of your business.” She couldn’t help her rude tone. Who was he to question her?
“He just happened to stop by to see you and propose?” Link bit out the last word.
“He’d proposed last Christmas but I said no and broke things off. Robert just wants a second chance.” Madison stepped around him to take a seat on the old green couch.
“Jesus, Madison, does he even know you’re pregnant?” Link ran his hand through his hair and watched her expectantly.
“Yes, and he knows it’s not his. He didn’t care; he loves me and wants to take care of me. Look I don’t know what I want to do, this is just all so…” She spoke defensively, staring right back into his brown eyes.
“What about me? Does what I want count?” He countered, the anger of his earlier words replaced with a note of desperation.
“I’m not having an abortion so if that’s what you want you can leave now. And don’t worry, I’m not going to sue you or drag your name through the press.” Madison got up and went to the small dinette table in the kitchen. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a bite of her sandwich.
“Christ, Madison. I don’t want you to have an abortion and I’m not worried about my name or a lawsuit. It’s just…It’s just that this is my child too, and I want to know what’s going on. I thought we had something going at the cabin, and then you get home and cut me off. Next thing I know I’m trying to see you and find out what the fuck is going on, and you announce you’re pregnant and I get hit in the gut. Now I’ve been trying to call or see you for over a week, but you’ve hid.” He followed her to the kitchen table. “And what are you eating, a peanut butter sandwich? Shouldn’t you be eating something, I dunno, healthier?”
“I don’t have much in the way of groceries right now.” Her voice sounded small even to her ears. “What, Link, are you offering to raise this baby with me, give up all the parties and groupies and clubbing? Come on, we hung out for a few weeks and it was nice, but this is a much bigger commitment. I can’t risk counting on you and getting tossed aside.” Maddie wiped the moisture from her eyes. She needed to hold firm. She couldn’t raise a child the way Susan had raised her, always dependent on some man to take care of them and then destroyed when things fell apart—and they always fell apart eventually.
“Damn it, Madison, I’m not really like that. Stop believing the worst about me. I’m not saying I’m a saint, but I haven’t partied for real in years, and I certainly didn’t sleep with every girl that I’ve been photographed with.”
“What about that actress claiming you and she are hot and heavy? Or how about that model I saw you with at Hell on Earth? I don’t want to get hurt, and you could do that to me.” She hated to sound so pathetic, but she had to cut to the quick of things and just get it all out.
“It’s bullshit. I’ve never even had a phone conversation with that actress. More than likely my manager encouraged her to let that fly as a way to get both our names in the media. And Peyton was chasing me at the club; I didn’t invite her, and nothing happened. Fuck, woman, I would never hurt you. You’re one of the only people who knows who I really am. You know so much about me.” He sat and steepled his fingers together on top of the table. “I love music, I love art, I’m happier kicking back with you or Tommy than doing just about anything else. I hate shopping, love video games and classical poetry.” Link reached out and took her small hands in his. “Madison, I love you, and I know I will love this baby too. I want to take care of both of you and have you in my life. When I think about you I hear music, beautiful music, and I just wish I could compose something that was as incredible as what I hear in my head when you’re with me.”
Madison let the tears flow unabated and watched Link’s heartfelt plea silently. When he finished and reached over to wipe her wet face with his sleeve, she sucked in a breath and tried to speak. It took a couple of false starts to get the words out.
“Link, um…” She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m in love with you and if you leave me I’m afraid I’ll fall apart and never be able to put the pieces back together again.” She wiped her eyes again. “When I see you, it’s like I’m seeing a Renaissance masterpiece in the flesh, all beautiful lines and luminescent soul. I want to just absorb all of your light into me and never let go. If we’re going to do this, make us work, I need to do some things to try and remain my own person. Like work and have my own money. I can’t be so entwined with you that I lose me.” Maddie held her gaze steady on Link’s face watching his expression turn from sad and guarded to bright. His eyes crinkled and the smile he initiated lit up his whole face.
“Move in with me. I’ll build you an art studio; we’ll design a nursery. I’ll never go to another party or talk to another woman again. Just be with me and be the person you already are. You’re so creative and strong. You don’t back down, you go after what you want. And you taught me how to fish. And you know what they say about teaching a man to fish.” He reached over, grasped her arms, and pulled her into his lap.
Link moved Madison into his arms and kissed her lips before kissing away each of the tears staining her face. She returned his kisses, nipping at his lips, rubbing her cheek against the stubble on his jawline, sliding her hands underneath the lapels of his leather jacket. She wanted to feel his skin everywhere. Darling was at her internship and Madison didn't have to be at work for another hour and a half. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the chair. Link took her mouth in a deeper kiss, tangling his tongue with hers, rubbing and caressing her mouth. She needed this. It had been weeks, and her body was starving for his attention.
"I need to get you into a bed. Which is your bedroom?” he asked in between gasps for breath.
Madison nodded her head to the left toward her shut bedroom door. Link gathered her legs under one arm, the other supporting her shoulders, and lifted her to carry her to her room. He used his foot to push open the door and walked the few feet to her small bed, dropping her gently down. He shut the door and looked around her room. Madison knew he was taking in the pile of laundry in the corner, the art posters in their cheap frames, and her cosmetics strewn across her small bureau.
He stepped three feet to the edge of her bed and gently removed her sandals, letting them drop soundlessly to the floor. Maddie watched him, reveling in his predatory grace. He tugged at her shorts and peeled her panties down, letting her stay in her loose T-shirt. She tried to sit up and reach for him, but he lightly touched her arm.
"I've never had you in a real bed and I want to enjoy every moment of it."
Maddie obliged, wondering what he would do next. He got down on his knees on the floor at the edge of her bed and took one of her dainty feet in his warm hands. He brought it to his face and licked all along the arch of her foot, sending shivers through her whole body. He leaned forward a bit more and rained gentle kisses up her calf, licking lightly behind her knee just enough to make her squirm.
"You are so beautiful. I love every little gasp and moan you make." Link crawled onto her small bed, balancing his weight on one elbow and kissing her lips gently. He was driving her crazy with all the sensuous stroking. She needed him to pick up the pace or she’d go out of her mind.
"Link, touch me please,” Maddie whispered, beginning to feel bold in her arousal.
He gave a low, throaty chuckle and slid his fingers between her moist folds. "You need me here?" he asked, rubbing back and forth into her wetness. "And you want me here," he said, plunging a finger into her clenching pussy.
Maddie gasped, tightening herself around the digit, wanting more. Oh, he was a vicious tease today. She turned a bit to try and kiss him again, but he kept his lips just out of her reach. He flipped her shirt up above her breasts and caressed her straining nipple between his lips. He sucked and laved one nipple, and then the other, plunging his fingers in and out of her heat. Madison groaned and twisted, trying to find sweet release only to have him slow down and thwart her efforts.
"I'm not ready for you to come yet,” he said, grabbing her nipple and giving it a gentle pull.
Madison had had enough. It was time for her to take control. She shoved at his shoulder, sending him sprawling on his back, and quickly rolled and climbed on top of him.
He smiled in surprise. "Now that you got me, what are you going to do?" Link asked, eyes shining and wicked grin in place.
Oh how she loved happy, playful Link. He was like a beautiful Rembrandt, all laid out for her. She made quick work of his belt and jeans, pausing to remove his socks and drop them in a pile on her floor. She parted his thighs a bit so she could sit between them, and took his swollen cock in her hands, becoming further aroused by the soft groan he released. She stroked a few times and was rewarded with a few tiny dewdrops wetting its tip. She bent down to lick the drops away and took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Link let out a hiss between his teeth and his head dropped back onto her pillow. She licked his shaft up and down and glided her tongue along the sensitive underside over and over again until he finally stilled her with his hands.
"Maddie, stop, I can’t hold back much more; you're killing me," he begged, but then released her head so she could suck on him some more.
Her hands stroked between his thighs, cupping his balls gently in her palm. He grabbed her under the arms, pulling her up on top of him face-to-face, and kissed her hungrily. Madison pulled her legs up to sit astride him and eased his cock into her wetness. He filled her aching slit, and she let out a deep sigh of contentment.
Link grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, whipping it across the room. Madison's swollen breasts puckered in anticipation. He arched toward her to grasp a nipple in his greedy lips, his strong abs contracting against her clit with his efforts. Friction there was wonderful, and she started moving her hips faster and faster, her breath soon coming in gasps. Link held her hips, balancing her and helping her go faster. His eyes seemed to watch her every expression until she finally threw back her head, moaning and gyrating. He ground into her, swiveling his pelvis and hitting her ass cheeks rhythmically. The sting of the slaps tingled through her; she let out a keening wail that pushed her over the edge. She came gasping, pleasure radiating all the way through her body. Her contractions seemed to go on and on, only to intensify when Link threw his head back and thrust roughly into her, filling her with his seed.
She dropped forward onto his chest, skin slick with sweat and tinted pink from their exertions. She could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest over her own heavy breathing. Was this what it would always be like? Always so afraid to let go and love him until he touched her and her passions ignited?
They lay together trying to catch their breath and letting their heated skin cool for a time. Madison dropped a few playful kisses on Link’s tattooed chest and nipped at his pierced nipple. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with this wonderful body of yours, I have to get dressed and go to work." Maddie pushed on her arms to lift herself off the bed.
"Hey, baby, about you working; I'd really rather you not." Link looked up at her, and she stopped midway through pulling her shirt back over her head.
"What do you mean you'd rather I not work? I need to work now more than ever. I’ve got a baby coming." She pushed her arms into the shirt and tugged it down.
"Well, I'm worried. What if you stick yourself with a needle or have an accident at work? Something could happen. And besides, you really don't need to work; I've got plenty of money. I want to take care of you." Link pushed himself up into a seated position and leaned against her headboard.
Madison tossed his pants at him and continued dressing. “Didn’t you hear anything I said earlier about needing to work and have my own money, my own identity? I can’t do this with you right now; I gotta get going.”