Chapter 6 #2
“I’m excited to meet Avery in person. And the other two Mr. Perfects.” Madi regarded me with the same curiosity I’d given her earlier. “So you won’t go after her because of what happened to your friends and sister? But everything ended up fine there, so . . .”
I rubbed my jaw, thinking as I spoke. “I think my hold up is—how would I know it would be like that with her? Even if she were willing to give it a shot.”
God, why was I going on like this?
“You’ll never know unless you try,” Madi said.
“Believe me, I’m not the right person to ask.
I thought I had someone that loved me the way I wanted to be loved, but I think he may have actually despised me.
And god, the way he talks about her. Part of me is happy for him, you know?
I just wish that he would have talked to me instead of things unraveling that way. ”
I grimaced. “I’m sorry, Madi. I also realize I’ve literally spent the last few minutes talking about someone else.”
She shook her head. “It’s different. You know that. We’re both being honest about what we want and where we’re at. Wanting someone and having someone are two different things. Maybe really good sex and a friend is what we both need.”
I found myself smiling. “Really good sex and a friend are two things I can make a promise on.”
Madi raised a brow. “We’ll see.”
It was easy to laugh with her. It was easy to talk with her. I bit into my avocado toast as she sipped her coffee, an almost cool breeze tumbling past us and brushing her hair back. I traced the curve of her neck with my gaze, thinking about kissing her there.
“Primal kink,” she reminded me. “Tell me about that. Also you have crumbs in your beard.”
“Oh god,” I laughed, immediately swiping them away. I grabbed a napkin and cleaned myself up. “Next thing I know, you’ll tell me I’ve been drooling.”
She smirked as she sipped her coffee patiently.
Where did I even start with my kink? “There’s a lot about primal sex that I love. The power exchange in particular is something I enjoy.”
“I’m assuming you’re the hunter in this situation.”
“I am very much a hunter.” I shifted in my seat, ignoring the way even talking about this with her flustered me.
“I like pushing boundaries between pleasure and pain. I like the physicality of it. Chasing after someone knowing that they’re going to fight me while secretly wanting me turns me on.
I love biting and scratching and wrestling and just giving into this wild part of me that is otherwise kept in check. ”
“So if I got up right now and ran down the street, would that turn you on?”
I couldn’t keep a stupid smile off my face. “Now, Madi. Why would you go and do that?”
Her laughter melted the longer I looked at her. “You’re not who I expected to meet in a small town like this.”
“I imagine not,” I murmured. “I didn’t expect this either. What would you want to explore? You mentioned there are kinks and desires you never got to.”
She thought about it for a moment. “Well, I’m interested in your primal kink. I’ve always wanted to try . . . overstimulation.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Like . . .” She squirmed in her seat, then lowered her voice. “Like being made to you know until I can’t.”
I was being a little bit of a tease because I knew exactly what she meant. But I wanted to hear her say it. “What does you know mean to you, Madi?”
Her pretty blue eyes iced over and narrowed on me. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“Mm-hmm, I don’t think I do. I think clear language would be helpful here.”
Madi leaned forward. “I want you to make me come until I’m begging you to stop, then I want you to make me come again. Do you know what coming means, Mr. Whynot? Orgasms. Many, many orgasms.”
I laughed from the streak of fire in her words. Just hearing her say it struck my cock like a match and I shifted in my seat, my spine stiffening. “I can do that.”
Madi studied me for a few seconds and exhaled. “You’re going to drive me a little wild, aren’t you?”
“Only in the best way,” I promised.
The rest of our coffee date flew by in a whirlwind.
It’d been a long time since I’d wished I could sit and talk with someone for hours, but I felt that way about her.
When she lit up talking about something she loved, it was like watching fireworks burst above a clear lake.
Hearing her ramble about animation and art and her favorite places to eat tapas in LA filled a cavern in my heart with something soft and warm.
I held open the door for her to Whynot Stay, wishing we could keep talking until the stars came out. But we’d wrapped up our lunch and I’d walked her a couple blocks “home”.
“So what animation are you working on now?” I asked her.
“Well, I need to figure that out still,” she said. “I’ve been making a lot of random story boards. Getting back into the flow of work, but without a company breathing down my neck. It’s been nice.”
I followed her through the lobby and we slowed as we came to the stairs. Madi stopped on a step and turned to look down at me. Every part of me wanted to reach for her, but I kept my hands by my side.
“I’ll get started on something fresh today,” she said. “Or, at least I’ll try to. My hope is it’ll heal a part of me.”
“I hope so too,” I said softly. “Well, more so I hope you find inspiration here.”
“I think I have,” she whispered, searching my eyes.
I stuck my hands in my pockets. It was the only way to keep them from dragging her against me.
My fingertips buzzed as I took her in. “I don’t need an answer on any of the kink stuff immediately.
Truly. Even if you said no, I’d still want to be your friend.
I know men say that sometimes, but I mean it. ”
Madi studied me for a moment, but then nodded. “Okay. I think I already know my answer, but . . . let me give it a little more thought.”
“There’s no rush,” I said. “But if you want to talk more or plan something, just text me. Okay?”
“Okay. I will.”
“Unrelated to that, when you have a chance, send me your car insurance, if you have it. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Madi frowned. “Why would you take care of it?”
“I’m the mechanic.”
Her mouth dropped. “Wait. Oh my god. How long were you going to let me bad mouth you the other day?”
I grinned. “I have to stay humble somehow.”
She shook her head. “Well, your hands make more sense now.”
I wiggled my brows. “Oh, do they?”
“Rough. Calloused. Hot. I’ll see you later this week, Dallas.”
Madi turned and went up the stairs, disappearing from view once she took a left down the hall.
I immediately looked down at my hands.
I liked them a lot more after hearing her call them hot.
Fuck me. I was doomed. I needed to talk to someone about this or else I was going to lose my mind.
My fingers moved before I thought it through and I shot Austin a text.
Me
What are you doing in the morning?
Austin
Everything ok?
Me
Yeah. It’s about Madi.
Austin
Madi, the artist that’s visiting???
Me
Yep
Austin
Well . . . I don’t have any pressing plans despite it being a Monday. Coffee Debrief?
Me
Coffee Debrief.