14. Chapter 14 - Madison
This room. This desk. My heart rate picks up until it’s punishing my ribs. The night we came into this office changed our course. It changed everything . Being back here right now has my breasts pressing against the tight fabric of Selena’s dress.
Liam casually strolls around his desk, digging through his top drawer for God knows what. Part of me feels he brought me in here to toy with me. I guess I’ve been toying with him, too. My little lip gloss stunt was something I used to do around him. It worked like a charm, always invoking passionate kisses that led to more .
Lifting my chin, I watch as he collects a roll of condoms and tucks them into his pocket.
He strolls back around the desk and leans against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest. A tattooed hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he lets out a frustrated sigh.
“What are we doing, Madison? Because right now, I want to rip that fucking dress off you and fuck you right here on my desk. I want to cross the line we never got to the last time we were in here together.”
I bite my lower lip as my hesitant eyes meet his. Lust ping pongs between us, waiting for one of us to stumble first.
“We…” I say shakily, sliding my tongue over my lips to wet them.
He takes one determined step forward.
“Lex and Con...” I look behind me at the door.
When I turn around he’s in my space, smelling of lavender and cedarwood.
And destruction .
His hands come up to cup both sides of my jaw. Lowering his scruffy face to mine, he inches closer until our noses touch and his lips are a breath away.
“I miss you, baby,” he groans.
“I miss you, too. But… Liam… this feels so… foreign . It’s not like I’ve dated two men before. If that’s what we are doing here. I don’t know how this works. I’m married . And until I get a divorce that title feels binding. It feels wrong to want to fuck you,” I ramble, listing every excuse in the book.
The truth is, I want to see if my feelings for Liam are still alive. I just feel extremely guilty for doing so. For Lainey’s sake and for Diego. Even though both men let me know I am free to make my own choices, it feels like I’m cheating on them both.
“Stop overthinking. Follow what you’re feeling in this moment. Let your heart lead you. Diego knows what we are up to tonight. Just feel, baby.” His soft lips brush against mine as he says it.
Liam walks us back until I hit the door and cages me in like he always does. It feels so good having his firm body pressed against mine. Those muscular arms act like blinders on either side of me.
All I can see is him.
All I can feel is him.
Like the familiar ridge of his erection grinding into me.
My nipples harden under the thin fabric of this dress. I opted to go braless, considering the dress is a little tight. You can see every edge and strap outline .
Rough hands slide up the side of my thighs and grip my ass.
Oh, fuck it.
I jump up and wrap my arms and legs around him. The black satin fabric rides up as he presses his hard length further into the apex of my thighs. As I moan he claims my lips and devours them like a starved man. His tongue fights with mine for dominance as groans leave both our mouths.
“Mmm, baby. Look how easy it is to fall back into us again.”
“Stop talking. I don’t want to think. I need to feel, Liam,” I beg.
I shut him up, kissing him hard as his hand slides my lace panties over, slipping his fingers through my arousal.
My head slams back against the wooden door at the feel of his fingers breaching my entrance. They slide all the way in up to his knuckles. The fullness leaves me breathless. Tattooed fingers curl inside me, hitting my G-spot just right. I start panting as his lips lick and suck on my neck. Chest rising and falling, desire and passion sweep over me. The sound of his metal belt unclasping warns me of what’s next.
I want this right? I want to see what this is between us. We’ve always had an amazing sex life. God. When was the last time I actually had sex?
It couldn’t have been my wedding night…
His fingers pump in and out of me as I feel the outline of his cock pressed against his boxer briefs.
He lowers me to the floor, removing his fingers and grabbing the roll of condoms. “As much as I’d like to fuck you raw, it’s probably best we use protection.”
“Yeah. No, totally,” I say breathlessly.
He stares at me and then the condoms. The frantic moment of lust dissipates. Now it just feels interrupted and forced.
I slide my underwear back over my hips and tug my dress down. He doesn’t object, placing the condoms back into his pocket and tucking himself into his pants before rebuttoning and buckling them. He runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath, careful not to make eye-contact with me. I do the same, walking over to his private bathroom and fixing my hair. Thank you, Jesus for a twenty four hour lip stain. It didn’t go anywhere.
When I come back out, he has the door opened and a hand in his pocket.
“Let’s continue this later? Somewhere a little more…practical?” he laughs, breaking the period of silence we just had.
“Yeah. Let’s see where the night brings us,” I nod, suddenly feeling shy around him.
It’s not that I didn’t want to have sex with him. I did. I was more than turned on. But that pause to wear a condom had me reevaluating. It gave us a minute to look beyond the haze of lust and realize we may have been falling back into old habits.
Because it was how things used to be.
Not because we thought this moment was right.
Having attachments to others doesn’t help the cause either. Where Lainey was a thought in his mind, Diego was a thought in mine.
Makes for one awkward moment.
“Holy… he did what?!” Lex whisper-shouts as we chat alone in the bathroom. Liam and Con are back in the VIP lounge. The two of us are a few martinis deep.
“He took out a roll of condoms, Lex.”
“I mean smart, yes. Can’t blame the guy for wanting to be safe for everyone involved. But what a way to make it awkward. He knew what he was getting going into his office.”
“Yeah… God. How do people date multiple partners at once? I can barely keep my emotions in check around the two of them.”
“Back to Diego…you gonna lose your back door virginity to him?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively .
“I’m going to need a lot more time for that… Diego is huge!” I emphasize with my hands.
Lexi giggles and grips my arm as she leans over. “Girl, you need to get laid. It’s been too long. I have an idea, why don’t you just fuck the both of them at the same time?”
“ Lexi . Be serious,” I admonish.
“I am. You have two men willing to let you fuck the other. Take full advantage, girl. You know once you choose, they are gonna go all cave-man protective and that window for threesomes will be poof . Gone. Probably forever.”
I shake my head, partially turned on by the idea. Just think about what a disaster that would be. Fucking the two most alpha possessive men I have ever met.
I can’t see them sharing nicely.
As we leave the bathroom and head back towards the suite, gunshots go off. Ice runs through my veins as I shove Lexi behind me and search for Liam or Con.
Shit . The suites are sound proof.
They probably can’t hear the commotion. It sounds fucking close, too. Jostling Lexi through the crowd, I hurry her and I into the nearest room. It’s one I haven’t been in before. The lights are off but there is a dim red night light on either side of this massive bed.
Lexi is violently shaking next to me. I search for a lock on the door but there isn’t one.
What the fuck?
“Who has a room in a club like this without a lock?” I vocalize my thoughts.
“It's for BDSM, ya idiot. People like to watch.” Lexi manages to throw sarcasm my way even in a tense situation.
This is why I fucking love her.
“Go hide in that closet. I’ll keep watch at the door,” I whisper-shout at her.
“I’m not leaving you, Mad. ”
“Liam trained me. It’ll be okay. Go. Please , Lex,” I beg.
I can barely see her eyes but understanding crosses them as more gunshots go off.
“Okay. But if I hear anything I’m coming out.”
“Fine. Now, go ,” I demand through gritted teeth.
The popping sounds closer, making me wince.
Then it stops completely.
The door handle jerks as the outline of a person comes into view through the frosted glass.
I press my body as flat as possible against the wall behind the door. If they open it, they may not see me, which will give me the advantage to take this fucker out.
Just as predicted, the door slowly creaks open. Hysteria and yelling fill the space from the level below. My fist clenches as I prepare to go down with a fight.
As the intruder shuts the door, I pounce, knocking him to the floor. The position allows me to come up behind him. I wrap my thighs around his neck, cutting off his air supply. The guy is good, he manages to roll us over, getting me under him. I pray he doesn’t have a weapon. Liam trained me to disarm someone—but not in the fucking dark!
I can barely see.
My fist meets his jaw as I get in a good punch. Yes, Maddy! His hand clamps down on my throat, squeezing. I throw my knee into his ribs, trying to knock him off me.
“Fucking, bitch. You should have been dead by now.”
“Sorry. I’m not that hard to kill,” I snarl, refusing to give away my nerves.
His fist slams down across my lip, splitting it. Pain ricochets across my jaw as blood drips into my mouth and down my chin. I use that to my advantage and spit into the fucker’s face. It gives me a second to move—and I do, throwing my fist into his nose and hearing a satisfying crunch. I use the full force of my body to roll him off me and scramble back to my feet. Then doing what I was trained to do, I kick him in the temple with my heel. He falls back, hitting the floor with a thud. Not wasting another second, I dash for the door.
He’s here for me. If he wakes up, he won’t go after Lexi. At least, I hope I am making the right decision. Please, God. Let her be alright. I need to get to Liam. He’s only a few doors down.
Sending up a silent prayer, I make a run for it. Except, the prayer doesn’t reach very far. I trip over my heel and crash at the threshold of the door. Black shoes catch my attention as I lift my head. It’s pounding from the adrenaline and the punch the dickhead landed.
My eyes scrunch closed with anticipation of the man in front of me attacking. But it never comes. I peek one eye open. Liam’s tattooed knuckles come into view as he pulls me to him. Ryan and Conor rush in to restrain our attacker. Noticing he’s knocked out, Con looks at me conflictingly.
“Lexi! She’s in the closet. I told her not to come out,” I scream as blood splatters Liam’s shirt.
Liam cradles my head as Conor leaves the unconscious asshole with Ryan and goes to get his woman. She comes out trembling like a leaf and clinging to him.
“Madison, are you okay? I couldn’t see or hear anything in there. I was worried sick. If you didn’t come get me in another minute I was coming out with this cane and a whip. The closet is full of all sorts of freaky shit.” With a clank, she drops the sex toys to the floor and wraps her arms around Con.
“Wish I knew that sooner,” I grumble. “I’m okay.”
“No you’re not,” Liam growls. His fingers brush over my split lip. “Restrain that fucker in here with those chains. Use the metal cuffs. I don’t want him going anywhere. There are too many high end clients here tonight. We don’t need a show. As it is, we pulled the fire alarm upstairs and cleared all the college kids out. I’m not looking for a headache with the cops.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ryan confirms .
Liam starts dishing out commands. “Con. I’ll take Lexi and Madison back to my place. Ya mind talking to the Chief of Police? I know you and him have a good relationship. Meet me back at the house when this is all settled. I want the fucker moved to the shed behind my house. I’ll take it from there.”
“Of course. Don’t worry, boss. This one is easy to clear up. It would seem he’s working alone.”
Con kisses Lexi roughly before heading out of the room. He must have been a ball of nerves coming in here. Poor guy.
“Come on, ladies. You’re safe.” He nods to the man now suspended from the ceiling, “This one will be dealt with after you girls get cleaned up and are situated.”
It’s then that I recognize my attacker. “Liam, that’s the bartender from the gala. The one that served Lainey and I our margaritas.”
He glances back and his eyes narrow to slits. “I knew that clown was off. I need to talk to Kil about our security measures. How long has he been employed by us?” he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.
We walk to the car in silence, surrounded by a bunch of Liam’s men from The Triskelion. Lex and I hold hands the entire time. Liam leaves his R8 and takes the Range Rover they keep here at all times. The windows are bullet proof. Not to mention, there is a ton more room for the both of us.
I slide into the backseat with Lexi, hugging her to me. She isn’t used to this. I shouldn’t be either, but I am. It comes with the territory of dating a man in the underworld.
Liam glances back in his rearview every few minutes as he navigates us to his home. Lexi lays her head on my shoulder, releasing a massive sigh.
“I can stitch up your lip when we get back to Liam’s. It might not require it, but I’ll need to take a closer look,” she offers.
“Better do a good job, can’t look botched in my Maid of Honor photos,” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood .
Liam chuckles from the front seat as Lexi joins him. “ Matron of Honor ,” they say in unison.
“Ugh. Guys, come on. That title makes me sound so old,” I complain.
“That title makes you sound so married ,” Liam growls.
Guess the moment we had earlier is gone.
“Lay off, Liam,” Lexi stands up for me. “She just knocked out a man twice her size. The least you can do is show her how proud you are. Who gives a fuck about her marital status. We both know that isn’t the problem here. Your jealousy and control issues are.”
Shots fired. And this time by Lexi.
Damn, Lex.
We arrive at Liam’s at the perfect time. Lexi and I hop out and follow the lit pathway to his front door.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Welcome. You’re a badass and he’s being a pussy. If he wants you he’ll prove it. If not, you know where you stand. It’s okay to let that relationship die out if it’s not there, Mad. Although, I still think a threesome could help you decide…” she suppresses a giggle as Liam unlocks the door for us.
He looks down at me as he holds the door open, questioning if what he just overheard was true.
Feeling ballsy and full of adrenaline, I just shrug and wink. Ow . My face must be swelling.
They would never agree to that.
But the way Liam is looking at me right now says otherwise.