Page 8 of Defending Madison

Her eyes drift while I scrutinize her face. “Madison?” My tone is sharper than I intended, but she brings her eyes back to mine. “Say no, if you don’t want to do this.”

“What? No. I mean yes. I do want this.”

“Thank fuck!” I shift my hips, ready to thrust up, as I wait for her look to confirm she understands what’s going to happen. Lust breaks on her face as I lead my cock to her sex and push in to find her warmth. “Feel my cock.”

She smirks as she slides farther down my length. It’s tight, and she bites her bottom lip, concentrating. “You’re big.”

“Uh, huh. That nineteen-year-old boy doesn’t seem quite that big anymore, does he?”

She stops moving. “No. You’re much… Oh… bigger.”

I wrap my hands around her hips. “Ready for me to pleasure you?” The emotions that cross her face make the possessive side of me peak as she nods. I reach up and pull her down to kiss her hard as I press my length into her warmth.

“Oh. Fuck yeah!”

Her swift intake of breath halts my progression. Time to get on top. I pull out as I flip her onto the bed, laying her down on her back while I settle, kneeling between her legs. Now I understand why she put the towel on her pillow. I grasp her knees and pull them up, pressing them up above her as I thrust my length inside her. “Breathe.”

She blows out a breath as I ease back only to press forward once again. “Damn, that’s good.” She’s biting her lower lip again.

I chuckle. Her reactions are so honest. They humble me. “What do you need, Madison?”

She pants with a focused glare as her hands wrap around my arms. “Move faster.” She meets my thrusts to increase the depth and the stunning look of rapture with her parted lips and tightened face let me know she’s close. That’s all I want. Make her come, and I’ll never be able to give her up. The little voice in my brain is throwing out thoughts, reminding me of my commitments, and it’s to no avail. I’m lost in her. In us.

She cries out my name as her sheath tightens around me, and it’s all my cock needs to find my release. My body tightens as I scream, coming like I’ve never come before. It’s moments before I realize I’ve collapsed on her. Raising my head, I kiss her nose. “Sorry. I’m heavy.”

She smiles. “Didn’t notice. That was awesome.”

I roll off Madison and trudge into the bathroom to grab a warm towel to wash her. It’s my job to take care of her. When I walk back into the room, she’s already fast asleep, spread out on the bed. I use the towel so she’ll be more comfortable. Tossing the used cloth into the hamper, I snuggle next to the woman I’m growing to care about, and pull the comforter over our bodies. Think later. Enjoy now.

MADISON

Dixon killed his own buck this morning. We’ve been here three days, and I couldn’t be happier. And it’s not just the stupendous sex, though that has made it even better. We spent the time getting to know each other. Gentle touches and passionate kisses, building a foundation for a relationship that can’t happen. Dixon is so much more than I imagined. He grew up in Denver. His parents died together in a small private plane crash. He went into foster care which didn’t turn out well. Lack of attention led him into trouble and trouble led him to a judge. She recognized his situation and gave him an ultimatum: military or jail. His foster mother cared for him, but he was too wild for her to control. Dixon talked about how he chose the Navy, and the judge dismissed all charges. His clean record allowed him to volunteer for SEAL training and ultimately join the SEAL teams. So many stories about him and my brother make me feel like I’ve known him forever. It helped with how I feel about Brian, too.

“We can drop the meat from our kills by your uncle’s on the way back to your mom’s.”

I nod. “Uncle Brad can’t wait to fill his freezers with the venison. He’ll miss the entire deer season because of his work injury.”

“I’m happy he’ll be able to utilize the meat.”

I pull on his shirt. “Speaking of…” I don’t get to finish my dirty statement, and his mouth is on mine. I moan as he runs his hands under my shirt.

He breaks the kiss. “Let’s wash the day off and let me pleasure you.”

I chuckle. “We’ll pleasure each other.”

Chapter 3

DIXON

I step out of Madison’s room and lean against the door. We spent four days at the cabin and got back late last night. She’s perfect. I can see myself sliding into her bed, waking up with her every morning, and taking care of her every day. Joy bubbles up from my toes until I glance into the pissed off eyes of my best friend and TEAMS member. Shit.

Brian’s head motions toward his little sister’s door. “What the fuck?”

“Now Bri.”

His hand slams against my chest. “Don’t ‘now Bri,’ me. You fucked my sister.”

Anger slams into the joy clouding the warmth I felt leaving her room. “Your sister and I have a relationship.”

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