Page 39 of Defending Madison

A few hours later, my body is too warm. I wake enough to realize Madison has inched back into my front and her ass is pressed into my erection. Her breathing is soft. She’s content in my arms, in my bed. This is home; a feeling I’ve never felt before, as though everything has finally clicked into place. My dick and my brain war within me on what to do next. I could seduce her right now, wrap my hands around her, touch her breast, and make her mine again, but my mind reminds me to move slow. I feel her shift, she’s waking. I slow my breathing, wanting her to think I’m still asleep.

She whispers. “Dixon?”

I should remind her we agreed she’d call me ‘Preston’, but then she’d know I was pretending to still be asleep. I’m still, focusing on keeping my heart rate and breathing slow.

“Dixon?” She moves back and forth, rocking into me.

Well, I can’t stay asleep after that. With a sleepy voice, I answer. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“There you go again being sweet.”

I rub my hand down her arm. “Of course I’m sweet. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. I ended up on your side of the bed.”

“Did you? I didn’t notice. All that matters is that you slept well.”

She rolls over onto the pillow and smiles. “I did. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Want to let me take you to breakfast?”

“Um.”

“Come on, just agree.”

“Okay. Yes. Thanks. I…”

“You can use my shower, sweetheart.” Her smile heightens my happiness as she leans and brushes a kiss across my lips. The shock in her eyes once she realizes what she’s done makes me laugh. “Go on.”

She jumps out of bed and runs to the shower as I get up to bring her bag from the other room. I tap on the door. “Your bag is just outside the door. I’m going to use the bath in the other room.” I head out of the room and rush into the adjacent bedroom to start my day with Madison.

MADISON

I can’t do this. Can I? The hot water sprays down on me from the large flat shower head in the middle of the shower. My mind tries to focus on anything besides my thoughts. His bathroom looks like one you’d find in a Luxury Campbell Hotel. Decorated in Navy blue and gray with nickel plumbing and accents, the countertops are a lush gray quartz with flecks of white and blue that I’ve never seen before. I can’t believe I worked myself backto Dixon… Preston in the night. I’ve got to tell him I don’t want to call him something else to show we’re starting over, as much as I do. He’s always been the one. My mind scans through my memories of the audio clips he made about me. I just have to get him to verbalize his feelings to me like he did in his messages.

Stepping out of the shower, I stare at the door, willing Dixon to walk through. I know he won’t, he’s too much of a gentleman and way too patient. I blow out the breath I’ve been holding and tuck the corner of the towel to wrap the towel around my body as I open my bag to find clothes to wear.

I open the door to the sound of Dixon barking at someone. “This isn’t any of your business, Brian. I’ve bent to your will about your sister for the last time. I love her. I’ve loved her since we went hunting. She’s a fearless, intelligent, strong woman that doesn’t need you or anyone else telling her what to do.” I’m standing around the corner of the hallway. Smiling my heart speeds up. He loves me. I should be annoyed that he told Brian before me, but I can’t be upset. He’s declared himself, and I want him.

“Fuck you, Brian. That’s not a choice man, but be clear you’ve made yours. Ugh. Fuck!”

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I pull my bag from the hallway, smiling at Dixon. Sliding it from my front pants pocket, I grimace. Brian. No way I’m going to give him the satisfaction of offering any opinion about me and Dixon.

Dixon’s face shows an array of emotion. “Is that Brian?”

I nod. “I couldn’t help but hear your conversation.”

His eyes widen. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have shared with Brian before I told you.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have, but I forgive you, Dixon.”

He sighs. “We agreed that you’d call me…”

I raise my hand to the stop position. “There’s no reason for me to call you something else. We can’t just start over.”

Dixon whispers with his hands on the sides of my face. “You’ve got to stop fighting this. Just let me love you.”

Smirking, I stare into his beautiful eyes. “You promised me breakfast.”

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