Page 35 of Whiskey Run Heroes

I open my mouth and close it quickly. I need to just leave it. Let her think that and that will be that. But my heart starts to race, and my palms get sweaty. I push my hand through my hair.Keep quiet, John. Don’t say it.

I roll to my side and look over at her. When the television lights up, I see her staring back at me in the darkness. I have to say it. She needs to know. “No, Madison. I want it all. I want a wife and babies. I want a family to spend holidays with. I wanta wife to come home to. But...” I let out a sigh from deep in my chest. “But I don’t deserve it.”

She springs up and sits on the edge of the bed. My heart is thumping so loudly I’m sure she can hear it. She’s watching me, and I sit up, mimicking her. My knees are almost touching hers as she leans forward. “John, that’s crazy talk. You know that, right? If anything, you deserve all that and more.”

I’m already shaking my head, but she’s not going to have it. She gets up and moves next to me. Her hip and thigh are pressed against mine, and she’s leaning into me, her breast against my arm. “Look at me.”

I lift my head and stare over at her. Her eyes are wide, and she grabs on to the front of my shirt. I grab her hand because this closeness is too much. “Madison… you need to go back over to your bed.”

She doesn’t move, though. I can see she’s weighing her options, and it’s like she makes a decision. She stands up, and I miss the closeness almost instantly. I expect her to go back over to her bed, but she doesn’t. She moves between my outstretched legs, grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it over her head. She’s standing in front of me with only a pair of panties on.

Fuck, this has gone to a whole other level, and there’s no way I can hold back anymore.

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MADISON

I don’t take a breath, I don’t dare even move. There’s real fear building inside me, and I don’t want him to reject me. How he can think he doesn’t deserve to be loved is beyond me. He deserves everything. He’s one of the best men I know.

His voice is deep and thick. “Madison.”

He’s going to push me away. He’s going to stop this from happening, and even though I want him so badly, I’m not going to push myself on him. I’m about to step back when his hands come to my waist. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.”

I shake my head. “I’m not…”

He leans forward and rests his head on my stomach. “You are. You’re so beautiful.” He lifts his head and looks up at me. “And you deserve more than me and what I can give you.”

I squeeze his shoulders. “I’ve dreamt about this forever, John. I would give anything to be in your arms, to be yours. We’re not in Whiskey Run, and no one has to know—I won’t even tell Jenna if that’s what you want—but please don’t push me away. I need you.”

His voice is brusque and his fingers flex into my skin almost painfully. “I need you too.”

He pulls me closer and runs his hand around my back to cup my panty-covered ass. I’m pulled up against him, and my nipples pebble as he runs his lips across my belly and up my abdomen.

His hands go into the side of my panties, and he pulls them down my hips and my legs. I step out of them, and as soon as I do, he pulls me to him, and I straddle him. His hard length hits me right at the core, and I wish that he didn’t have his shorts on still.

He suckles my breast, and my hips buck against him. Everywhere he touches me, I feel it so intensely my whole body starts to shake. “John…” I groan.

He pulls back, panting. He stands up with me on his lap, turns, and lays me on the bed before covering my body with his. He kisses up my body, and when we’re face to face, I hold my breath, waiting for his kiss. He cups my cheek and stares down at me. The television flickers, dark, light, and dark again.

Our faces are inches apart, and his hot breath hits my cheek. “Are you sure about this, Madison? Are you sure… about me?”

I smile. “Am I sure I want you to have your way with me? Absolutely.”

He still hesitates, and I open my legs, letting him fit between my thighs. “Don’t make me beg.”

He shakes his head as his hips rotate, his manhood pulsating against me. “I know I shouldn’t do this. You deserve more than me and what I can give… but fuck, baby, I’m not strong enough. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”

I lean up until our lips meet. I kiss him briefly and pull back. “I’m yours, John. For as long as you want me.”

He grunts and presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from soft nips to hard, open-mouthed heat in an instant. His hands trail up and down my body and then rest on my hips. He holdsme against him. I don’t even try to stop my hips from rotating against him.

I reach between us and try to slide my hands down the front of his shorts. He stops me and pulls them down before settling on top of me again. He pulls back, breathless.

“I want to taste you.”

He sounds so hungry for it, and I merely nod as he crawls down my body, kissing along the way.

When the scruff of his beard rubs across my thighs, I jerk on contact. He plants small kisses along my thighs across my mound and finally, fuckin’ finally, he puts his mouth right where I need it most.

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