MADISON
Chapter Five
“All done!” Caitlin steps back and I stare at myself in the mirror. I have never looked this good in my life - ever.
Zuri’s lent me a red silk designer dress which is nicer than anything I’ve ever owned.
It has a plunging V-neck and skims my curves, stopping above the knee.
Caitlin’s run with the movie-star look, curling my hair into soft waves, applying winged eyeliner and red lipstick.
She’s worked some kind of magic, because my hair behaves, my makeup is perfect and I look like the kind of girl who might snag herself a rock star in real life.
“Cait, this is amazing! Thank you!” I give her a hug, resting my head on her shoulder so I don’t mess up my hair.
“Mads, you okay?” Her voice is gentle.
“Yeah, I guess. This is all a little out of my comfort zone. But the money’s good and it will give me a little breathing space. And…” I stop, looking down at my hands.
“And, what?” Caitlin asks.
“And…I like him. I like Wolf. It’s not difficult to go on a date with the hottest rock star on the planet. But this is all fake and I… I don’t know. I want it to be more. Is that silly? I just need to think about the money.” I sigh.
Caitlin puts her hands on my shoulders and I relax. My Mom used to say Caitlin had healing hands. “Just enjoy tonight. You’re out with Wolf Tyler. It doesn’t matter what the reason is. Take it one minute at a time. You look beautiful, Mads.”
Thirty minutes later I’m nervously sipping a glass of champagne at Silver. It’s the restaurant everyone in Snowflake goes to when there’s a special occasion, or if they’re trying to impress someone from out of town. Or, in my case, being photographed kissing the hottest rock star on the planet.
The restaurant is decked out with hearts everywhere, a red heart-shaped balloon arch above the door and Barry White blasting from the speakers.
I wave at people I know; Julia and her husband Roman, Alfie and his wife Faith, Paul and his husband Noel.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot Jael sitting on a table in the corner.
He gives me an almost imperceptible nod and then looks away.
The door opens and Wolf stands there in silhouette before stepping into the light.
His height and broad shoulders give him the air of some kind of warrior heading into battle.
The hum of conversation in the room stops as people realize who’s walked in.
Marco, Silver’s owner, reaches over and picks up the needle of the old-school record player, so we all gawp at Wolf in silence.
It’s like time has been paused. This must be what it’s like to be famous.
Wolf walks over to our table and mimes putting the needle back on the record to Marco, grinning.
He even looks sheepish, although I’m sure he gets this all the time.
A buzz of excited conversation starts up and I’m aware of everyone’s eyes on us.
Shit. I didn’t think this through. Wolf’s going to leave and I’m going to have everyone I know from Snowflake lined up at the coffee shop for the next couple of weeks to ask me about him.
He sits down and the waiter brings a glass of champagne over. Wolf points at me and asks for a sparkling water.
“You look incredibly beautiful, Madison. I love your dress.” His eyes are bright. It feels like a real date.
I take a sip of champagne. “You look awesome. I think we both do Valentine’s Day justice.”
He laughs. “This is one of my favorite shirts. The print is tiny werewolves carrying lightning bolts.”
I swallow. “It’s cool. Should we kiss now?” Oh no. I can’t believe I’ve said that.
He smiles. “I have no objection. But I think we’re meant to do it just after dessert.”
I laugh, relieved. “Of course. I keep forgetting the plan. Have you done this before?”
He shakes his head. “I haven’t, actually. When I was still taking drugs and drinking I don’t think I knew how to have a proper relationship. My ex-girlfriend Roxy and I were really bad for each other. But she’s actually the only long-term relationship I ever had, and that was only for two years.”
I nod. I’ve read all about Roxy Brett. She’s a supermodel-turned-designer who is infamous for her wild ways. I wonder if she made the shirt Wolf’s wearing.
“How about you?” Wolf asks, his eyes quizzical.
“Uh, there’s not much to tell. I’ve had one serious boyfriend, who decided to dump me on Valentine’s Day. He felt threatened by my music and thought I should have a more sensible career. I disagreed. So he basically ghosted me.” I take a sip of champagne, not sure why I’m telling him this.
“On Valentine’s Day? What a loser. I hope I can erase all memories of him from your head by plying you with excellent food and conversation.” He winks.
I laugh. “It’s a deal.”
It’s the first time I’ve eaten at Silver and I’m making up for lost time.
Wolf seems to enjoy watching me eat, spooning pasta into my mouth and wiping a splash of gravy off my arm.
He’s so attentive, I have to keep reminding myself this isn’t real.
Even though I want it to be. I close my eyes, wishing this really was my life.
Here I am with Wolf Tyler, eating in a fancy restaurant, wearing a beautiful dress…
“Hey, gorgeous. Everything okay?” Wolf’s got that questioning look in his eyes again.
“I’m enjoying all this...” I gesture at the food and then at the restaurant.
His eyes crinkle at the corner as he smiles back at me. “I am too.”
When we finish dessert - a chocolate and meringue confection that is so good I can hardly bear it - there’s an unspoken tension in the air.
I want him to kiss me, but I know it’s just for show.
But after two glasses of champagne and a glass of wine, I don’t care anymore.
I feel like Cinderella, transformed for one night by my fairy godmother, here with my handsome rock prince.
Even though I know Jael is somewhere taking photos, it’s like time stops again as Wolf brushes his big fingers against my cheek.
The same fingers which have been the subject of countless discussions in the music press about his guitar playing and the development of his sound.
And yet, all I feel is the electricity between us as he cups my chin and presses his lips against mine, probing my mouth with his tongue as my core lights up.
I can’t stop kissing him, unaware of everything as I lean forward and accidentally knock over my water glass.
Marco comes over with a big napkin and starts mopping up the water, looking at Wolf in awe. “We are honored to have you here, Mr. Tyler. Anything you want, you just say. It will be my pleasure.”
I glance over at Jael, who gives me the thumbs up. He must have got his photos then. A sinking disappointment fills my stomach.
I’m a little tipsy. “I guess it’s time for me to turn back into a pumpkin. I think Jael got his photos.”
Wolf looks over at Jael, who nods and discreetly exits the restaurant. He reaches forward and kisses me again, longer and harder this time. “That kiss wasn’t for show. Come to my house and I’ll practice my coffee-making skills on you. Please, Madison.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. “It’s a deal.”
He kisses me when I’m in the front seat of the Range Rover and then when we’re outside the Taggart mansion.
My breath is coming in gasps when he stops and kisses me again before he opens the door.
Once we’re inside, he leans down with his hands either side of my head so I’m pressed against the wall.
His whole body is tight against mine and his big, hard cock is pressing through his jeans into the silky material of my dress.
I reach my hands up around the back of his neck, craving even more contact with this gorgeous man. I pull his head down to kiss him, but he stops part way.
“I guess you don’t want coffee?” He asks and we both start laughing. I shake my head and his lips carry on to meet mine. As his tongue explores my mouth I relish his mint-scented breath and the woody scent of his skin. I could stay like this forever.
But Wolf has other ideas. He takes my hand and leads me up the winding staircase. I kick off my shoes onto the deep carpet, enjoying how my bare feet sink down into the rich wool.
We go into the big bathroom and he turns on the shower. Warm steam starts to fill the room and Wolf looks back over his shoulder. “Remember when you walked in on me? I’ve been fantasizing about having you in here with me ever since. Does that sound good?”
I gaze at him and instead of answering, draw my red dress up and over my head.
I’m wearing a sheer red bra and panties.
Wolf swallows hard and takes a huge gulp of breath.
“Fuck, Madison. You are without any doubt, the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I may have to never allow you to leave this shower.”
I laugh as he walks over. “You’re not so bad yourself, for a bad boy rock star.
” I reach for his jeans and unbutton them as he pulls his T-shirt over his head.
His muscled stomach and tattooed skin are just as sexy as I remember from gawping at him.
Except now I get to touch him. I run my hands down his muscled arms as he strokes his fingers from my neck to my breasts.
I unclasp my bra and my breasts fall free.
He groans as we step into the shower. “You’re so sexy, Madison.
I’ve been dreaming about you. I can’t believe this is real. ”
I shake my head. “Wolf, I’m the one who should be saying that.”
The water falls over our bodies as we press them together.
I reach my hand down and grasp his thick shaft, pumping my hand up and down as he groans again.
A warm buzz starts to build inside me as I imagine that huge cock inside me.
His hands are massaging my breasts and he reaches his head to suck on one nipple and then the next as I lean my head back.
"I have to taste you…" Wolf’s deep voice is like a growl as he looks deep into my eyes and then falls to his knees in front of me. It’s so sexy to see him like that the fire between my thighs intensifies and spreads through to my core.
I rest one leg gently on his shoulder as he spreads my pussy lips apart, licking around my clit as I arch my back upwards.
I’m dripping as he slides those legendary fingers in and out of my wet slit, licking and sucking my clit until I come, gripping him, stars behind my closed eyes.
I can barely stand and Wolf steadies me with one hand, turning off the shower and wrapping me in a huge towel.
He leads me to the massive bed, turning on the soft red-shaded light on the bedside table.
I take off the towel and reach for him, my thighs trembling, aching to have him inside me.
I work my way down his muscled stomach, taking his long length into my mouth as his hands reach for my hair.
I suck and lick in leisurely movements, sliding my mouth up and down his huge cock.
He groans. “You’re going to make me come.”
I look up as he reaches down, pulling me on top of him. “I want to feel you, Madison.”
I lower myself on his cock, inch by inch, until I’m sitting with him deep inside my pussy.
We gaze into each other's eyes before we start to move, slowly and rhythmically, each movement intense and exquisite. I’ve never felt so full in my life, like I’ve been pleasurably impaled, every inch of me responding to him.
He puts his big hands around my waist and starts to thrust harder and I moan.
Nothing has ever felt like this, this perfect pleasure with every nerve on fire.
My orgasm starts to build as he pumps faster and harder until I clench around him as I come again, crying out.
He carries on thrusting for another moment and then shouts my name, filling me with spurts of his hot seed.
I collapse on top of him, kissing his face as he kisses me back. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls the covers up around us.
He looks across at me, stroking my hair.
“I didn’t have to fake that.” I say, smiling.
He grins back.
“Neither did I.”