CH 5 - #tempted
#tempted
Luke
Songs: “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard, “Hold My Halo” by Lainey Wilson, and “Sin So Sweet” by Warren Zeiders
Madison and I kept sitting at the bar, drinking two more rounds of our mutually preferred whiskey and talking, getting to know each other even better.
The more intoxicated she became, the more lively she was, using her hands to express herself and also swaying her body to the music as she sat on her barstool. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I didn’t have a clue where my brother had disappeared to, but I wasn’t worried about it.
He probably ran into someone he knew or saw a woman who caught his interest. My only interest was in Madison.
She was so different from all the other women I’d known.
She knew exactly who she was. She was also driven, success-wise, but told me that her greatest achievement was having her daughter.
She wanted nothing more than for Bella to have a happy life and was doing all she could to ensure it.
Madison and I had just finished another round of whiskey when Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” started playing, immediately making Madison take notice.
“Oh my God, I love this song!” she said, smiling and pushing me on the shoulder.
“It’s a great one.”
“Do you know the movie it’s linked to?”
“Coyote Ugly.”
Madison threw her arms in the air. “Yes!”
Right then, all the female bartenders hopped up onto the bar and started dancing to the song, mimicking the scene in the movie. They all had the moves down pat. Madison stared up at them with her eyes wide and her lips parted.
“I want to dance with them,” she said, glancing at me.
I motioned at Lacey. She came over to me. “Could y’all use another dancer, because this one beside me is ready to cut loose?”
She looked at Madison and reached for her hand. “Come on, sister!”
Seconds later, I was watching Madison dance in front of me, completely in sync with the other girls. She swayed her hips, stomped her feet, spun around, and shook her peach-shaped ass in my face. Goddamn, I wanted to bite it.
Madison started making her way back and forth across the bar with her fellow dancers, the customers standing close by clapping and whistling.
When the lyrics “I’m hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet.
” began playing, Madison was standing directly in front of me again as I stared up at her and she stared down at me.
Then she jerked my cowboy hat off my head, put it on hers, licked her finger, and dragged it from her lips down her chin, neck, between her breasts, all the way down to her pussy, which she briefly clenched in her hand.
Afterward, she went back to entertaining the crowd with other girls while I tried to will away my growing erection.
When the song ended, Madison strutted back over to me, smiling, put my hat back on me, and reached out her arms. I lifted her off the bar and set her on the floor.
“That was so much fun!” she said.
“It was fun watching you.”
“I haven’t felt this free in forever, Luke.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling it now. You deserve it after all you’ve been through.”
“What do you need to make you feel free after all you’ve been through?”
Lainey Wilson’s “Hold My Halo” came on. I pointed at the speakers hanging from the ceiling, keeping my eyes on Madison’s. “Dance with me to this song.”
“It’d be my pleasure, Mr. Handsome.”
“You think I’m handsome?”
“You’re panty-melting handsome.”
I chuckled to myself. The whiskey had set Madison’s tongue loose with unfiltered honesty. “I appreciate you saying that. Let’s go.”
I laced my fingers through hers and proudly led her to the dance floor. When we reached it, she faced me, still smiling.
“Hold my halo, Luke,” she said, acting like she’d taken it off her head and was offering it to me.
I took it and acted like I’d tucked it into my blue jeans back pocket.
Then I pulled Madison all the way up to me, the front of her warm body against mine, and placed her left hand on my shoulder.
After that, I grabbed her waist with my right hand, took hers into my left, and started dancing with her, doing what was typically called the Texas two-step, but it was actually a three-step—two paces to my left and one to my right.
“City girl, you’re good at country dancing,” I said.
“So are you. Who taught you?”
“My mom. She taught Hayden and me both. Came in handy with school dances.”
“I’ll bet it did. You probably wooed all the girls with your smooth moves.”
“I did my best.”
“You probably do with everything.”
“I’ve never been a half-asser.”
“Neither have I.”
Madison stopped our dance when the lyrics, “I don’t need no help, no, I got this.
Coming in hot as hell, y’all watch this.
I’m gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado.
Light it up, let it all go. Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low.
Hold my halo,” began playing, but she kept holding my hand and looking at me.
Then she snaked her body seductively down to the floor and back up, the two of us boot-scooting again across the sawdust-covered floor, gazing into each other’s eyes.
I was about to lose my fucking mind from wanting Madison.
We kept dancing beneath the maze of Edison bulb lights strung across the high ceiling. I spun Madison around a few times, making her laugh and her long red hair fly out behind her. When the song ended, she hugged me, laughing again, still so intoxicated.
“Are you ready to go back to the bar?” I asked her.
She pointed at the speakers as I had and shook her head. “Not with that song playing. Dance with me again.”
“With the way I’m feeling toward you, that could be dangerous.”
“Do I look scared?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I embraced Madison’s waist and held her tight against me as she hugged my neck. We began swaying to the slower pace of “Sin So Sweet” by Warren Zeiders, keeping our eyes glued together.
Not far into the song, Madison started running her fingers through the back of my hair, sending shivers up my spine.
As the chorus—“Hang up your wings, crawl into me, cover me up under your sheets. Roll back your eyes, sink in your teeth, show me that side nobody sees. I’m addicted to you.
You’re addicted to me. I’ve never tasted sin so sweet.
”— played, Madison felt the scruff around my lips and along my jawline, then touched my lips.
I parted them. My sexy as hell dance partner stuck her pointer finger into my mouth.
I closed my lips around it and sucked on it, keeping my eyes on Madison’s.
“Kiss me,” she said, pulling her finger from my mouth.
“Are you sure you want that to happen?”
“I’m very sure.”
I leaned in, gave her a soft kiss, and looked at her.
“Again, Luke, but this time don’t hold back from me like you just did.”
I stopped our dance, wrapped my hands around the sides of her head, and pulled her into my deep, hungry kiss. She devoured me the same, the feeling of her teeth grazing mine, her hot tongue filling my mouth, and the sound of her moaning making me on the verge of losing my fucking mind again.
We kept going at each other, Madison steadily pushing her body harder and harder against mine like she wanted to crawl into me.
We were both breathless and so into this moment.
I needed a timeout, though, so I pulled my lips away from the redheaded goddess’ and searched her emerald eyes.
They were hooded from her arousal, like I knew mine were from my turned-on state.
Hell, my dick was fully erect, straining against my blue jeans.
“That was an amazing kiss,” Madison said, her sweet breath blowing across my face.
“So was yours.”
“What do we do now?”
“What do you want to do?”
“Honest answer?”
“I would appreciate it.”
“Take me somewhere we can be alone. I want you to fuck me, Luke.”
Her statement caught me off guard, although it shouldn’t have, considering how bold she’d already been toward me this evening. I was still taken aback.
“You know how much I desire you, but I’m not having sex with you tonight,” I said, Madison’s head still in my hands.
“Because we barely know each other?”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what’s holding you back?”
“You’re really intoxicated. I don’t want us to be together with you in this state. If I were ever to fuck you, I would want you to remember it. I would want you to be able to recall every way I touched your body.”
“I would recall it.”
“No, you wouldn’t. I can tell.”
Madison sighed, disappointment covering her beautiful face. “Then I guess it’s time for me to call it a night and go back to my mom and dad’s.”
“I’m not letting you drive.”
“How do you expect me to get there?”
“I’m taking you.”
“What about my car?”
“I’ll get it to you before morning. Give me your keys.”
She reached into her purse and handed them to me. “Are you ready to go now?”
“Yep.”
On our way to my truck, Madison stumbled from all the whiskey she had and started giggling, sitting down on the gravel parking lot and looking up at me, smiling. “Oh my God, I haven’t been this drunk in years,” she said, slurring her words.
“Do I need to carry you?”
“I would love for you to. No man has ever carried me anywhere, Luke.”
I reached down and lifted her under her arms, bringing her to her wobbly feet. Then I threw her over my shoulder, making her laugh.
“You’re a caveman!” she said.
I slapped her ass. “Wrong, I’m a cowboy.”
When we made it to my truck on the far side of the parking lot, I set Madison down and asked her if she was going to be all right.
“Eventually,” she said, her eyes now serious.
“You’re not talking about your drunkenness, are you?”
“No, although I will eventually sober up. I was talking about all of my emotional baggage from my divorce. I really wish you’d help me forget it, at least for tonight.”
“How can I do that?”
“Give me your right hand.”
I extended it toward her, not knowing what she was going to do, but I quickly realized the kind of help she wanted from me when she placed my hand between her legs.
“Madison, this can’t happen,” I said, pulling my hand away.
“Please? It won’t take me long. I need a real man to make me feel good.”
“No, we need to leave.”
She took a frustrated deep breath and nodded. I unlocked my truck and opened the passenger-side door. Madison was stepping up to get in when I pulled her back down and held her against me, her back to my chest.
“What are you doing, Luke?” she asked, cutting her eyes up at me.
“Helping you.”
I undid her belt and jeans, then reached beneath her lace panties and started rubbing her clit with my fingertip.
Her knees buckled at my touch. I held her up and kept arousing her as she kept her face turned toward mine, staring straight into my eyes, breathing faster and faster.
Not even a minute later, she came with her eyes closed, her lips parted, and moaning in waves.
Afterward, she relaxed in my arms, both of us gazing at each other.
“What made you decide to lend me your helping hand?” she asked.
“I realized how badly you needed to be touched.”
“Don’t you need to be?”
“Not tonight.”
After strapping Madison into her seat, I closed her door. While rounding the rear of my truck, I stuck my right hand’s middle finger into my mouth to taste Madison’s wetness still on it. As soon as it hit my tongue, I groaned. The Livingstons’ youngest daughter tasted divine.