Chapter 3
MADDISON
“ S o, are we going open the good stuff to celebrate?” I get up and head over to the mantelpiece above the fire, picking up the bottle of bourbon he got from Sawyer’s bar earlier.
“Sure.” He gestures for me to go ahead, so I remove the stopper and drink straight from the bottle.
“Jeez, that stuff burns.” I squint my eyes as I shake my head and move back in front of him to offer the bottle.
“Not used to liquor?” He readjusts the hat he’s still wearing so his eyes are on me, then takes a hit without a flinch.
“Adam didn’t like me drinking.” I smile sadly. “Come to think of it, there's a lot of things Adam didn’t approve of.” I roll my eyes and take the bottle back. I don’t want to think about him right now. Tonight is about me, and the changes I’m making to my life.
“Really?” The handsome cowboy scrunches up his brow and scorns me with his eyes. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t appealing. I very much appreciate the way he looks, maybe it’s because he’s so different from Adam. His arms are muscular and covered in tattoos, I’ll bet they’d be firm to touch, and I can’t seem to stop myself from imagining how the scratchy, dark stubble on his face would feel between my thighs. The way his tongue slowly wets his thick bottom lip helps me to picture that there too. Suddenly, it seems very stuffy in here.
“I guess not everyone can be perfect,” I whisper, starting to feel a little light-headed from the beer and the liquor combined.
“Well, it’s his loss. Something tells me he had something pretty damn close to it.” The sincerity in his eyes as he looks up at me puts a warmth in my chest, and suddenly those changes I’m making to my life don’t feel so scary anymore.
“This place is beautiful, have you lived here all your life?” I quickly change the subject when I feel myself getting more and more drawn to those lips. Adam is the only experience I have. I’ve never even kissed another guy, and right now that feels all kinds of pathetic.
“My father knocked down the old cabin and built it himself just after he and my mom got married. The ranch had been in his family for years, but he wanted to give her something real special.” He looks up at the rafters proudly.
“Well, it sure is special.” I follow his eyes up to the high apex ceiling, and when I move to sit back on the couch, he goes to stand up and we knock heads.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He takes hold of my arm and steadies me to sit on the couch, and while I laugh and stroke over my forehead, his expression is serious and full of concern. It takes him a second or two but eventually, he joins in with me, picking up the bottle from the coffee table and taking back another mouthful.
“You’ll come to learn that I’m clumsy by nature, you're gonna regret hiring me, you know that?” I continue to laugh, but the smile on his lips fades.
“Somehow, I don’t think I will.” His eyes narrow and he gets all serious again. He almost looks as if he’s having some kind of epiphany.
“So, tell me something about yourself. Something fun.” I don’t want to get serious tonight. I’d resigned myself to the fact that my future was going to be pretty boring. Now, I feel like I’ve stepped inside a whole new world. Being here, and feeling so free, is giving me a real rush.
“Trust me, there ain’t nothin’ fun about me.” He gets up from the position he’s crouched in and heads toward the fireplace, picking up a packet of smokes and placing one between his lips. I’ve never really seen a man smoke close-up before, and I’m surprised at how hot Jace makes it look.
“I don’t believe that, not for a second.” I rest back on the couch and cross my legs. “In fact, you might be the most interesting person I ever met,” I admit, studying his frame as he rests one arm on the mantelpiece and strokes his forehead with his hand.
“Well, then, you can’t have met many people, darlin’.” He laughs to himself and the way his voice sounded when he called me darling puts a flutter in my stomach. He takes a few more tokes of his cigarette before he tosses it into the fire and makes his way back toward me.
“You should head to bed, you got an early start in the morning. Those bunkhouse boys will be up and wanting their breakfast before six.”
“And here was me thinking the night was just getting started.” I let my eyes linger a little longer on his than I should, and when he holds out his hand to help me up off the couch, I take it and slowly use it to pull myself up. Jace is a good foot taller than me, and as I look up at him through my lashes, I wonder what it would be like to experience a man like him. Something tells me it would be very different from what I’m used to.
“Careful, starin’ at a man like that will getcha in trouble,” he threatens, but I don’t heed the warning. I keep looking up at this rough, rugged, and very handsome stranger who seems to be making my pussy feel like it’s on fire.
“What if, tonight, I'm looking for a little trouble?” I can hardly believe the words that come out of my mouth. I know I can be sassy sometimes but this is different, and the anticipation of his next move puts butterflies in my stomach.
“That would be a very bad idea.” His response turns those butterflies to stone and just as they start to sink, he shocks me by gripping hold of my jaw and raising it to meet with his lips.
The way he kisses me isn’t soft or romantic, it’s erratic and desperate. It steals my breath and makes my skin tingle. His hand scrunches in my hair as he slips his tongue between my lips and consumes me with it, and I suddenly realize that he’s right. I really am in trouble.
I’ve never felt a desire that compares to the one I’m feeling, right now. My lower stomach throbs, and my pussy pulses, all from just a kiss. And while his tongue continues to explore my mouth, I can’t help wondering how good it would feel lapping between my legs.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He pulls back and when I see that serious look on his face again, I shake my head.
“Don’t stop.” Grabbing hold of his shirt, I drag him back on my lips, and as his hand drops from my hair to rest around my throat, it sparks a whole new kind of thrill.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls before using his grip to lower my body and sit me on the couch. His fingers take hold of the shirt he gave me to wear, dragging it up my body and lifting it over my head. Now that I’m only wearing my bra and his sweats, I feel my cheeks burn.
I’ve only been naked in front of one man before, and although the concept is scary, I refuse to put on the brakes.
Jace stands over me, his thumb sliding over his bottom lip as he studies what's in front of him and plans his next move. He also makes no attempt to hide how hard he is under his jeans.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, brushing over my lips with his fingers while using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. My mouth opens automatically when he releases himself and I get a look at what he’s packing. Slowly lifting my eyes back up his body, I swallow the lump in my throat when I see the confident smile on his face. I may not have much to compare Jace’s anatomy to, but surely what he’s got between his legs, can’t be normal.
“Open your mouth,” he repeats, in a much softer tone, and I blink a few times as I do as he says. Once my lips are stretched open, he starts to stroke my tongue with his fingers and I flick my eyes back up to his in confusion.
“You have very a pretty mouth, Mads.” I like the way he shortens my name, it sounds intimate. “A pretty mouth that I’ve thought about fuckin’ ever since I stepped into that bar.” He takes his cock in his fist and starts jerking himself off while my mouth soaks his fingers. “You wanna taste it, feel it stretch your mouth?” he asks, retracting his fingers and running them over his thick, veiny shaft, coating himself in my saliva before his hand fists my hair. He waits for me to nod before he uses his grip to steer his cock towards me. I hold my breath and brace myself as his thick tip leaves a trail of precum around my lips.
“You gonna take it for me, pretty girl?” He tilts his head and creases his brow. And as I nod back at him, I gulp back another heavy swallow. “That's a good girl.” His voice makes the pulse between my legs beat faster as he slowly edges himself between my lips, and forces my mouth to stretch wider.
“ Fuck , your mouth feels good.” He uses the hand he has in my hair to guide my head and I have to focus all my efforts on not gagging. His cock reaches all the way to the back of my throat and, somehow, I manage to overcome my body's natural response. I stay calm, accepting what he’s giving me, and the noises he’s making feel like a reward. “You're taking that so good, look at these pretty, little tears you’re giving me.” He swipes his thumb over my cheek to collect them, then wipes the pad of his thumb over his length so I taste my own salty tears from his skin. “Is it too much for you, Princess?”
I shake my head defiantly, refusing to gag. His cock may be monstrous, but I can take it. There's something about the way he’s looking at me that makes me want to take anything he’s prepared to give me.
“Just imagine what this cock is gonna do to your pussy, pretty girl.” He bites his lip, and just thinking about him touching between my legs makes me leak into my panties. As if he can read my mind he reaches over my shoulder, grabs the back of the sofa, and forces me back, and when his other hand slides into the waistband of the sweats, he watches me moan as his fingers press against my center.
“Were these pretty, lace panties for him?” he asks, as he strokes over the fabric. I nod back at him, I had no other underwear with me, therefore I had no other choice.
He tugs at the sweats until they rest around my thighs, then sitting back on his knees he grips the front of my panties in both his hands and tears the lace apart. Hearing the fabric rip sends a spark shooting through my stomach and as I look down at my bare, exposed pussy, I notice that he’s doing exactly the same. His tongue slowly licks his lips while I wait with anticipation for him to make his next move.
“Well, darlin’...” He lifts the hat off his head and places it on the couch beside me. “...looks as if you’re gettin’ fucked on your wedding night, after all.”