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  “You wanna get outta here?”

  He hadn’t even kissed her yet, not technically anyway, and all she could think about was getting him somewhere she could remove every stitch of his clothing.

  She had desire in her veins now, and she wanted to touch and kiss his skin. “Yes,” she answered decisively.

  She should have insisted on a name or something to tell her who he was. She may have had a lot of one-night stands, but she wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with guys without at least first knowing their name. And if she had known his, she sure as shit wouldn’t have been leaving with him.

  “Okay. Let’s go.” He took her hand in his, and when they stepped off the dance floor he turned to ask, “Do you need to tell anyone you’re leaving?”

  “Oh, shit. Yes.”

  Holy shit I’m drunk! Where the fuck is Jessa?

  Madison scanned the room, finally finding her friend. “Over there.”

  As they made their way across the club, they walked passed a couple sitting at another table who looked like they were going to fuck right there.

  The man grinned.

  That wasn’t such a bad idea.

  Chapter 2

  Neither Madison nor Mr. Cobalt-Blue-Eyes-and-Sexy said anything as they made their way from the club to the car. And once inside the car, the only words spoken were the directions Madison gave to her house.

  She could feel herself nearly trembling in anticipation. This was so not her style. Madison very rarely ever got this drunk, and the idea of bringing someone home with her … it wasn’t that she never brought guys home. In fact, it was a relatively normal thing for her. It was not knowing who he was that made this different. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to stop.

  There was just something about him. His eyes. The way his hands seemed to own her body while they were dancing. And the way he refused to answer her repeated question of his identity. There was something arousing in the mysteriousness of it all. She was sure she’d be cursing herself in the morning. Tonight, however, she just wanted to get laid. He had managed to hit all the right buttons as they danced and she couldn’t wait to get him inside and undressed.

  He pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. They sat quietly for a moment, the man giving her a chance to change her mind if she wanted to. He knew she didn’t remember who he was, and he also knew if he told her his name, the night would have been over before it had even begun. They had only had a brief encounter, just once, but she had stuck in his mind like a lone bulb along the shore. He had wanted to take her home that night, and circumstances had put a stop to it. Tonight, however, those circumstances were nowhere to be found.

  When he went to reach for the door handle, Madison quickly placed her hand on his thigh. He turned his head to her.

  “Are you really not going to tell me your name?” She made one last attempt at his identity. She didn’t care, not really, not in the state she was in. All she wanted was to get him upstairs and naked and taste his skin on her tongue.

  Instead of answering her, he slowly turned his head and opened the door. As he made his way around the car, he kept his eyes locked on hers. If she remembered, he’d let it go. If she remembered, he’d walk away and never look back. His cock was already so hard it hurt just thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, but he’d walk away.

  When he reached the passenger door and opened it, he took Madison’s hand and helped her out of the car. Rather than leading her to the house once the door was closed, he pushed her against the side and pressed himself against her.

  “Ooh,” Madison gasped in surprise as she felt his hardness against her.

  His hands went to her face as he studied her for the briefest moment. Then in a sudden move, his lips were on hers.

  He ground his hips against her as his hands went to the back of her head, gripping her hair, and his tongue darted quickly into her mouth, finding hers.

  It was hot and fast and when he pulled away, they were both breathing hard.

  “Does it really matter what my name is?” he finally asked with a sultry tone. He ran his fingers along the side of her face. “I want to fuck you,” he added, taking her hand and placing it on his denim-covered cock, “and I’m pretty sure you want me to.”

  Madison didn’t have a response as she gently squeezed him in her hand. She was too busy thinking about what was going to happen when they got inside.

  He removed their hands from his crotch and led them up the steps to the front door. They remained quiet, the tension continuing to build.

  The anticipation was driving Madison mad and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She dug into her bag and pulled out her key, quickly releasing the lock.

  Once the door was open, Madison felt herself being pushed inside, her body flush against the wall and his hard cock pressing into her ass. His soft, warm lips found her neck and sucked roughly.

  She turned, dropping her bag to the floor, and brought her hands to his hair. Hungry lips and a fierce tongue devoured her as he reached for her hands, lifting them over their heads. She could feel every inch of his chest and abs and cock as he pressed himself against her.

  His hands drifted down her arms to her chest where he squeezed her breasts, eliciting a deep moan. She briefly felt his fingers on her skin before he yanked her blouse apart, sending buttons flying around them.

  She felt his tongue flick her nipple over the lace of her bra before his hands moved from her stomach up her ribcage. He slid his fingers under her bra and pushed it over her breasts. As soon as one nipple was bare, his lips secured themselves around it.

  “Oh fuck!” she moaned.

  “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started,” he told her with a cocky grin.

  Leaving her bra in place, he slowly bent his knees as he trailed his lips down her stomach. His hands rode up her legs, under her skirt, and latched onto her panties. With a swift tug, those, too, were gone.

  He pushed the skirt onto her hips and brought a leg to rest on his shoulder. Before she could comprehend what he was planning, he inhaled deeply then drove his tongue into her pussy and she yelped, grabbing onto his head.

  “Ohmygod. Oh fuck.”

  He licked and sucked her, drawing out her juices, his hands on her bare ass pulling her to his mouth.

  “You taste so fucking good. Better than I thought you would,” he mumbled against her flesh.

  As her body began to tremble, his mouth covered her opening, sucking her in, his tongue flicking her clit until she came. He moaned as she coated his tongue.

  She looked down as her orgasm subsided to see him take a finger and run it under his lip. His eyes met hers as he opened his mouth and sucked off the liquid.

  “Come here,” he ordered as he rose to his feet then walked her to the staircase. He wasn’t giving her any time to recuperate. “Bend over.”

  Without hesitation, she bent over, her ass bare, placing her hands a few stairs up. She heard the sound of a belt buckle and zipper as she waited impatiently for him. She was anxious to feel him inside her.

  His hand joined the skirt on her hips as he positioned his cock at her entrance. With the flex of his hips, he dove deep inside, slamming into her. She could feel his balls crash against her clit.

  Her knuckles turned white as she held onto the edge of the stair. His cock pounded into her again and again, and it didn’t take long before her next orgasm started to take hold. She reached down and fingered her clit, driving herself over the edge once more.

  As her trembles slowed, she felt him slow and pull out.

  “Where’s your bedroom?”

  She turned her head to looked at him over her shoulder. “Upstairs.” Her voice was breathless.

  “Take me there.”

  He kicked off his shoes then grabbed his jeans that had pooled at his ankles and pulled them off. Leaving them on the floor, he followed her perfectly round and beautiful ass up the stairs and dropped his shirt somewhere along
the way.

  That fucking ass…

  When he joined her in her room, she was standing half naked waiting for him.

  “Take off your skirt,” he ordered. As she kicked the skirt away, he added, “Your shirt and bra, too.”

  Madison did as instructed, leaving herself completely bare. She eyed his cock as it bounced against his tight abs, wanting to feel it inside her again.

  “Get on the bed,” his voice demanding. “On your back.”

  Madison climbed onto the bed and turned over to lay down. As she did, she felt his hands around her ankles as he pulled her near the edge.

  “It’s my turn now.” His eyes were heated as he climbed on the bed.

  He kneeled, sliding his knees under her thighs and sank into her again. With his hands securely around her waist, his hips moved in a furry of speed, rocketing his cock as far as it would reach.

  Madison reached up and grabbed her breasts in her hands, tugging on her nipples.

  “Yeh, that’s it. Play with yourself,” he approved gruffly.

  Leaving one hand with a breast, she took a finger into her mouth and wet it, then brought it to her clit and rubbed as he continued to pound into her.

  “That is so fucking beautiful.” Seeing her pleasure herself caused his hips to pump faster, driving into her even harder. He watched as her hand and his cock worked in tandem.

  His hands tightened around her waist when he started to feel her next orgasm approach.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” she shouted, this orgasm the most intense of them all.

  “Come for me, come on,” he coaxed, feeling her walls spasm around him.

  Madison moaned as her orgasm ripped through her.

  He kept pounding, feeling his own building.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” He grabbed his cock and pulled out of her. He fisted his shaft, pointing it over her stomach and breasts, just as cum shot from him. Pools of liquid peppered her body.

  Finished, he collapsed next to her, breathing hard.

  Madison ran a finger over her stomach, feeling his warm juice against her skin.

  He turned to the nightstand, eyeing a box of tissues, and grabbed a few. When he turned to look at her, she was looking at him, a sense of wonder in her eyes.

  Gently, he took the tissues and cleaned himself from her. He hadn’t planned on pulling out, but there was something about the idea of marking her that had driven him crazy as he was about to come.

  Placing the used tissues on the table beside him, he laid back on the bed.

  Neither spoke. There was no kissing or cuddling. They both just laid there, looking up at the ceiling, silently catching their breaths.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Madison woke with a start. She was laying on her stomach, her red curls covering her face. Her mouth was as dry as the Sahara and her head was pounding. The sound of little ice pellets hitting the window echoed in her ears.

  Without looking, she knew she was naked, but she also knew she was in her own bed. She rolled to her back refusing to open her eyes. The light would hurt too much.

  The body beside her began to move. She had a strict rule that guys didn’t spend the night and she wasn’t entirely sure who was beside her.

  Images from the night before started to flash in her mind. The club. Dancing. Drinking. A lot of drinking. A tall, sexy, blue-eyed, blonde-haired guy she recognized but couldn’t place.

  “Oh. My. God. FUCK!” she yelled, immediately grabbing her head at the pain.

  “Babe, we already did that,” the body groaned. “But if you wanted to go again, I could be up for that.” An arm reached around her waist.

  “No, no, no, no…” she said out loud, pushing the arm away. “I can’t believe I did this!”

  She grabbed the sheet and quickly got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her.

  “What’s the matter? I thought we had a good time,” he said, raising his head to look at her.

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Jaxon? You need to leave!”

  “Aww, come on. Don’t be like that.” He reached for her hand. “I thought we had fun last night.”

  Madison looked at him in disgust then turned and walked quickly toward the bathroom.

  How in the fuck did I let this happen?

  Rule #1? Don’t sleep with guys your best friend used to date.

  Rule #1A? You sure as fuck don’t sleep with the guy who cheated on your best friend and crushed her heart.

  Madison slammed the door and sat on the edge of the tub. She needed to figure out what she was going to do. Ryan was going to kill her when she found out.

  Her mind flashed back to the night in the bar several months ago when she had gone to the shore to see Ryan. During their girls’ night out, Madison was at the bar getting drinks for everyone and met a guy who wanted to buy them a round. Unbeknownst to her, the guy hitting on her had been Jaxon, Ryan’s ex. At that time she had only known of him and had never met him or even seen his picture.

  Jaxon and Ryan dated for about two years before Madison met her. When Ryan walked in on the asshole screwing another girl on his couch, she had left his key on the counter, turned around and walked away. It was during a chance meeting several years later that Ryan had the opportunity to clear the air with him and finally close the door on that chapter of her life.

  When Madison realized it was Ryan’s ex at the bar, she had taken great joy in finally telling him off for all the hurt he had caused her friend.

  And now he was here, naked in her bed.

  And she had brought him here.

  And slept with him.

  WHY in the hell did I bring him here? Damn it! I knew I recognized him from somewhere!

  He had to go. That’s truly all there was to it. It wasn’t like this relationship – Hell, it wasn’t even a relationship! – was going anywhere. She’d confess to Ryan, take whatever punishment she was owed, and they’d move on.

  Ryan is happy with Cody. If I just tell her the truth, she’ll be mad for a bit, but she’ll get over it. Jaxon is history to her.

  Convinced Ryan would forgive her, Madison stood and rewrapped the sheet around her body, securing it at the top with a tuck. She took a quick look at herself in the mirror and groaned.

  I look like I’ve been run over by a damn army tank!

  The hangover throbbing in her head wasn’t helping. She turned on the faucet, cupped the water in her hands and drank. At least she could get rid of the cotton feeling in her mouth.

  She dried her hands and opened the door, hoping to see an empty room, or at the very least, Jaxon getting dressed. Instead she found him in her bed, casually laying on his side, one hand holding his head up and not a stitch of fabric covering his body.

  And damn it, he was gorgeous. His just fucked blonde hair, the morning stubble on his chin, the hairless chest with defined pecs, the washboard abs leading down to his cock that was awake and hard and demanding attention…

  Fuck me.

  Refusing to let his body affect her, Madison stood firm. “You need to leave.”

  He didn’t say anything as a smirk covered his face. He knew the look on her face well because he’d seen it before on plenty of other women. As hard as she wanted to hide it, she wanted him.

  “Ryan is going to be fucking pissed when I tell her about this.”

  “Then don’t tell her,” he answered with a shrug.

  “Do I have to get a fucking bucket of water to throw on you or something? It seemed to work last time.”

  Jaxon chuckled quietly as he remembered that night at the bar. He could still see her ass walking away from him, and what a sight it had been.

  “Seriously! You need to fucking leave!”

  Madison walked out to the hallway and down the stairs to where his clothes laid strewn from the bottom to top. She picked them up, piece by piece, and threw them at him when she re-entered the room.

  “Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

  Jaxon sighed.

  Appare
ntly round two isn’t going to happen.

  “What are you waiting for?” Madison nearly screamed then reached for her head again.

  This is going to be the worst fucking hangover EVER.

  With another sigh, Jaxon reached for his shirt and rolled off the bed.

  Madison breathed a sigh of relief seeing him dress himself.

  She wasn’t sure how she was going to tell Ryan what happened. Wait, of course she did. She would just spit it out. No sugar coating. No beating around the bush. That wasn’t Madison’s style anyway. She’d just come right out and tell her.

  Finally dressed, Jaxon finished putting his shoes on and walked toward the front door. Grabbing the knob, he turned to look at Madison. “You know, she’s not going to care.”

  Madison looked at him, not believing his words.

  “She’s got that other guy and they’re married now, aren’t they? She isn’t going to care who you slept with, Madison, even if it was me.”

  “That may be true, Jaxon, but I care. I don’t sleep with my friends’ exes. Especially the ones that fuck over their girlfriends like you did to her.”

  A smirk slowly formed on his lips. “Well, looks like you did last night.”

  “Unfortunately,” she answered with a look of disdain. “And let me tell you, it will never happen again. Never.”

  “Too bad,” he said with a grin. “It was fun.”

  He winked at her and walked out the door.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Madison needed a few minutes to clear her head before she talked to Ryan. Heading back to her bedroom, she took in the state of her bed. The comforter was half off and the pillows were askew. It looked like someone had a lot of fun in this room last night, and the thought made her sick.

  She quickly untucked the sheet she was wearing and dropped it to the floor, starting a pile. Grabbing the pillows, she removed their cases and tossed them on top of the sheet. The fitted sheet was next. She wanted to remove Jaxon from this room. Bundling everything in her arms she walked downstairs to the laundry room and dumped it into the washer.