Page 74 of Long Hard Road

It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from my chest. I’d been holding in those feelings for so long that I had intensified them until they were almost unbearable. Even when I’d confessed some of the details to Brent, I’d never let him see how deep the wounds had cut. That had been my greatest burden to bear.

But Madison had taken some of that weight and then she’d helped me toss it away. When she looked at me, it wasn’t with pity. It was with the same attraction and adoration as always, though laced with a deeper desire now that we’d given into our urges.

When she asked me how I wanted to spend the day, I’d taken her into the bedroom and held her close while we both caught up on sleep for a couple of hours. Then we spent some time with Meadow and her new kittens. We made lunch together in the cabin and Madison told me stories about her life on the road.

It was nice to hear more about her life since she was usually reluctant to talk about it. I got the impression that she was embarrassed about her career and the absurdity of being famous. I saw how she’d shied away from the prying eyes when we were at the hockey game. I knew that she had noticed the sounds of increased traffic on the main road as nosy locals drove by to see if they would get a glimpse of her. She’d kept all the curtains pulled.

“I was thinking I could talk to Chase and we could go stay in one of the ranch’s Airstreams this weekend,” I said as I was rinsing our dishes from lunch. “It might be nice to stay secluded for a couple of nights. And we’ll be out there anyway for Sunday dinner.”

Madison was so quiet behind me that I thought maybe she’d left the room. Before I could turn to check, her arms wrapped tight around my waist and I felt the press of her lips to my shoulder blade. “That sounds like a perfect way to spend the weekend. But then again, as long as I’m spending it with you, I don’t care what we do.”

Madison Moore was the best kind of balm for my aching heart. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve her, but I wasn’t going to question it. She was mine for now and that was all that mattered.

When it was time to open the bar, she insisted on tagging along. I thought she might not want to venture out into public now that everyone in town was on alert to her presence, but she pointed out that the bar wouldn’t be very busy on a Tuesday night and the clientele likely wouldn’t give a damn about her fame.

She was right. We only had a couple dozen patrons throughout the night and all of them were older locals, most of them men. None of them showed interest in Madison other than a double take when they realized she was gorgeous. She sat at the bar and kept me company during the lulls. When I locked the door after the last customer left, she gave me a lustful look that had me bending her over the bar.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” I growled in her ear. “Are you sure you’re not too sore from last night?”

“I’m not. I want you moving inside me. Now.” She pushed her ass against my already hard dick.

I yanked down her pants and worked the button and zipper on my jeans in a hurry. As my cock pressed against her bare ass, I slipped a hand between her legs and let out a relieved breath. She was already soaked. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, too, haven’t you?”

“All day and night,” she breathed. Her moan as I slid into her tight heat made my balls tighten painfully.

“You are so fucking tight, babe. You feel incredible.” I slid my hands underneath her shirt and groaned when I found nothing but soft skin. “No bra? You’re always ready for me.”

“Move, honey.” She wiggled her hips and arched her back. My girl was already learning how to get what she wanted.

“I’ve created a monster.” I smiled against her neck. “Hold onto the bar, Madison. I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Good.” She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the bar and looked over her shoulder, green eyes full of lust. “Make me scream your name, Nate.”

Challenge accepted. My thrusts were hard and fast, unrelenting as I chased a release that I knew was going to feel incredible. I wedged a hand between the bar and Madison’s body, sliding a finger through her wet folds and finding her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed.

I felt the first pulses of her walls around me and pressed harder with my finger. She erupted with a loud cry of my name as her legs shook and her inner walls pulsated hard, drawing out my own climax with a loud grunt as I released with several hard jerks. She was already limp beneath me when I collapsed onto her back.

“I’m never going to get tired of that. I’ll never get enough of you, Madison.” I pressed a kiss to her neck while moving my finger in a lazy circle over her clit as her aftershocks pulsed around me. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” Her eyes were closed as a small smile tugged up her lips. “I don’t know what’s more impressive about you – those fingers or your cock.”

“Everything about me is impressive,” I said, keeping her pinned to the bar as I kept playing with her. My dick was still semi-hard inside her. She whimpered slightly as I moved my finger faster. “You ready to come again, angel?”

She nodded slightly and pushed into my hand for more friction. Her second orgasm came on abruptly with a quiet gasp as she pulsed around me again. “Nate…”

I finally slid out of her and pulled her up. “I think I’m addicted to your pussy, babe.”

“I support that addiction.” Her giggle echoing through the empty bar was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “You can have more of my pussy at home.”

“I appreciate the support.” I reached down to pull up her pants, more than a little turned on at the thought of my fluids leaking into her panties. After I’d redressed myself, we went through the steps to close down the bar and went back to her place where I did have more of her, though this time it was slow and gentle and in her bed.

Madison fell asleep on top of me, head resting just over my heart. The very heart that she had mended and that now belonged entirely to her.

The next few days and nights passed more or less the same. We had quiet mornings together in the cabin, grabbed lunch at Amelia’s, and visited Harper at the store or I took Madison to some of my favorite spots in Crestwood. In the evenings, she sat patiently at the bar until the door was locked for the night and then I had her anywhere I wanted her before taking her home. We would play with Meadow and the kittens for a while before going into the bedroom where I would bury myself inside Madison again, eliciting as many moans and gasps as I could. Then she would curl her body around mine and doze off with her head on my chest. I would follow soon after, getting some of the best sleep I’d ever gotten in my life.

I knew that I was growing too dependent on that routine. Too dependent on having Madison with me. She would be leaving in just over a week and neither of us wanted to talk about what that would mean for us. On Friday, I drove her out to the guest ranch to get situated in our Airstream while I was working. It would be too crowded on the weekend for Madison to sit in her usual seat without drawing a lot of unwanted attention.

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