Chapter 18 Elliot #2
The storm begins to batter us, and without thinking, I turn to wrap my arms around her to protect her from the unpredictable weather.
A few minutes later, the wind eases, and the only sound loud enough to catch our attention is a familiar snort.
“Was that…” Madelina trails off only to gasp, pulling the sheet toward her chest to cover her bare tits. “Oh my God! Margaret Anne. Have you been watching the whole time?”
I slide myself up to see Margaret Anne hovering at the door. She must have wandered in before the storm, which doesn’t surprise me. Dogs can sense changes in the weather.
“I highly doubt she knows what she was looking at,” I say, then follow by kissing her shoulder.
“So, why haven’t you brought girls here before?” Madelina questions once again. “Aside from Margaret Anne, but she doesn’t count. No offense, your highness.”
“It’s Cinnamon Springs. Not Paris,” I retort.
Madelina falls back onto the bed with a sated smile. I lean into her mouth, kissing her lips once again, the rise beneath the sheets warning me I’m ready for a second round.
“Why do you look so pleased to know you’re the only woman who has been in this bed with me?”
She shrugs, unable to hide her glee. “Let’s see… You’re hot. You know how to cook. You speak French, and you dance. Plus, did I say you’re hot? You’re ticking all the boxes.”
“Is that so?”
In an instant, her expression shifts, caught in a moment of vulnerability. “I mean, it’s just… no strings attached, right?”
I kiss her lips, desperate to be inside her again. “You can shut up now because I’m going to fuck you again.”
“I guess that’s not against the rules…” Madelina grins mischievously, but this time, she playfully pushes me back, climbing on top with a confident sparkle in her eyes.
This definitely isn’t breaking any rules.
This time, we take things slow, switching positions every so often so I can devour her in every possible way. And when I realize I’ve run out of condoms, the rookie mistake invades my thoughts, forcing me to reluctantly pull away.
“Madelina,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath. “I don’t have any condoms left.”
I gently shut my eyes, momentarily lost in thought as I ponder driving into town.
Outside the boat, heavy raindrops remind me that the storm still lingers.
My gaze shifts to the clock perched on the bedside table.
Its glowing light shows me it is just past eleven o’clock, and everything would be shut anyway.
The nearest gas station, Gordon’s Gas Stop, crosses my mind, but it’s on the interstate. Considering Gordon works the night shift, it would be awkward as hell if I rocked up to buy condoms. Gordon’s brother is the town pastor, so his family are very religious, and small-town people love to talk.
“I’m not on birth control…” Madelina admits with reluctance. “I stopped, after Myles.”
An involuntary groan escapes me. “Fuck my life.”
We both gaze up at the ceiling, frustrated by our predicament.
The mellow sway of the boat rocks us like a lullaby, but instead of sleep, we’re silently trying to figure out what to do next.
Margaret Anne quietly slipped out of the room a while ago, granting us privacy after things got loud.
“I mean, we can get creative. There are other ways to avoid getting pregnant. Any hole’s a goal, right?” Madelina questions with enthusiasm.
My shoulders move up and down, laughter consuming me. “I don’t know whether to laugh at you or love you right now.”
“Well, you’re already laughing at me, so…”
“You know what I mean.” I turn on my side, cupping Madelina’s face to kiss her deeply. “You would do that?”
“What?”
“Any hole’s a goal…” I murmur with teasing eyes.
“I kinda tried it once. But, I’ll be honest, you’re kinda huge, and the guy I once almost tried it with wasn’t. In fact, I would have considered him smaller than average. Not so much micro penis, but you get the drift.”
“I see.” The thought of another man inside Madelina brings on a whole other wave of emotions. “So, you’re technically an anal virgin?”
“Yes, but that sounds so…” She trails off, but then her eyes narrow. “And of course, you’re not?”
“You look sexy when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
My mouth finds her collarbone, gently sucking on her soft skin. She remains quiet, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as I reach around to spread her ass.
“How about we try the traditional route first.” I suggest, not wanting her to feel any pain. “I promise to pull out.”
“Are you sure your pull-out game is strong? But just in case, I can take the morning after pill.”
I always wear a condom.
But something possesses me, and I need to feel her bareback as if my life depends on it.
Without any words, I turn back to finish what I started. The moment I slide in, I fight against everything not to blow right then and there.
Somehow, a miracle of sorts, I quickly learn the art of controlling myself enough to last longer.
Even as I lay on my back and Madelina gets on her knees, taking me into her mouth, I chant to myself to fight against the wave.
It lasts all but thirty seconds until I blow. The act, which didn’t bother her in the slightest, only turns me on again.
In the middle of the night, I finally collapse from exhaustion as Madelina sits up and searches for her clothes.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I warn her.
A grin spreads across her exhausted face. “Isn’t this breaking the no strings attached rules? Thou shalt not sleep over.”
“I don’t fucking care. You are sleeping here. End of story.”
And with Madelina buried in my arms, I sleep like a baby for the first time in the longest of times.
As the first light of dawn creeps through the curtains, my eyes flutter open with a sudden jolt. The storm from the night before has passed, leaving behind a damp stillness in the air.
I shift carefully, my muscles taut with apprehension, and lean over to my nightstand, taking care not to wake Madelina.
My phone tells me it’s blue skies all day long.
Yet I can’t shake the feeling that another storm is brewing.
Something just isn’t sitting right.
So, I do the only thing I can think of doing at the moment. I slide beneath the sheets and between Madelina’s legs.
It’s breakfast time.
And I am starving for more.