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MADISON

L ogic doesn't matter with matters of the heart. We know little about each other, but the spark between us is as explosive as the storm thundering outside. This could be a single moment, or it could be the start of forever. Either way, I fully intend to enjoy this bubble of bliss, at least until the storm passes.

Chase is just as committed to the tryst as he closes his eyes with every pass of my tongue over the tip of his cock, my insides stirring with desire. It's smooth inside of my mouth, delicately clean in its flavor, and pulls me into this vortex of pleasure. Putting me in control over Chase's climax makes me feel as powerful as the winds blowing against the windows.

When he moans his approval, I release my mouth's grip in turn for a different kind. Chase obliges my request by pulling me off the couch and to my feet. Our lips collide as he slides my pants off, letting them fall to the floor.

Lightning flashes as our kiss explodes into furious passion that has Chase's strong hands hoisting me into his arms once again. While an annoying sound of dripping water thwarted our earlier attempt, nothing is going to stop us now. The largest oak tree would have to crash through the roof to pull us apart.

His aggressive command over my body is impressive as he holds my ass firmly in place. We spin until he pins me against the wall, where the bulge of his cock slowly entering me forces my eyes to close.

Chase kisses me but abruptly stops as he says, "Look at me while I fuck you, Maddie. Open your eyes for me, baby. I want to see them as you come all over my dick."

My heart races, and I can't keep silent. I can't resist antagonizing him, though. "You think it's that easy?"

"You don't want to play this game with me," he growls.

Sexual tit-for-tat begins as Chase plunges himself inside my walls. He slides in. My walls clench around his erection, but I'm determined to hold my orgasm as long as possible. He can eat my pussy after. Right now, I just want to be right.

I drop one foot to the ground, showing him my flexibility as my other leg rests on his shoulder. His eyes widen as a smile spreads across his face, and he uses my waist to guide himself in and out of my sex. The sounds of our bodies pounding together rival the noise of the weather outside, but nothing will stop this tidal wave of titillating tension.

The growing competitiveness between us brings Chase to change positions. He lets my leg down and moves me away from the wall, but I force him to spin and sit on the nearby stairs. I lower myself onto him before he has a chance to put me in a spot that will coax my orgasm out of me.

We laugh together as he lets me control him by pinning his wrists to the steps under us so I can get some leverage. My knees lock beside his chest as my pelvis gyrates to a rhythm that threatens to bring this sexual session to a close.

"Oh no, you don't," Chase snarls. "I'm not that easily undone."

He assumes the control we both knew he always had as he effortlessly lifts me while rising to his feet and carrying me up the stairs, his cock still sitting inside my walls. Chase kicks his bedroom door open wider and drops me onto the bed.

With my back anchored to the mattress, Chase pins my wrists above my head and lowers his mouth to envelop one of my breasts. His lips tightly press against my nipples while his tongue flicks it feverishly. Warmth, wetness, and unparalleled thrusts threaten to drag my orgasm out of me.

My pants and moans of pleasure encourage him to continue with the powerful pushing and pulling every inch of his erection in and out of my walls. Chase is mastering my body in ways I've never felt, but my stubborn streak refuses to lose.

The faster Chase moves his body against mine, the more I roll my hips into his thrusts. His grip weakens as his pace quickens, and I sense he's closer to his climax. I reach up and wrap my arm around his neck to bring his face close to mine. I plunder his mouth with a kiss, stealing the control of this moment. I use my momentum to lock my legs around his waist, swinging him onto the mattress and riding him once again.

We laugh at the athleticism between us, but as my walls contract and my core tightens, I know that one of us will concede soon.

Instead of basking in the victory of my coming orgasm, Chase sits up, gripping me by the chin to look me in the eyes. "Let's come together. Come with me, Maddie."

The way his fingers dig into my waist as he guides my hips, my pussy, and my body back and forth over his dick has me ready to explode. So we explode together. His pulsing release matches my own, leaving us full to the brim with satisfaction.

Sleep finds us easily, and soon enough, even the storm quiets outside.

Once the sun rises the next morning, I find myself in body-twisting agony. The soreness from my car wreck, trek through the woods, and romping around the house with Chase is rearing its ugly head. The space beside me is empty, and on the nightstand is a tall glass of water.

Chase comes in a few moments later with a plate of food and a bottle of pills on a serving tray.

"I realized you're probably going to feel a bit worse for wear. All I have around here is some Ibuprofen. Waffles because carbs help give you energy, and some eggs because protein helps muscles repair themselves. I have some Gatorade in my truck, but they're room temp."

"The water, food, and pills are perfect," I moan and force a smile as I sit up.

He also hands me my phone. "I put it in some rice to help it dry, and if it doesn't work, mine is right there under the pillow."

"Passcode?"

He shrugs. "Ain't got nothing important on that thing, unless someone wants to steal phone numbers to my vendors, family, and friends."

I look at the phone, and it's a relic. Encased in rubber that looks like it doubles as a walkie-talkie, I pick it up and flip it open. I can’t contain my laughter as I shake my head. “You’re just like my dad. He has one of these, too."

Chase folds his beefy arms across his chest, raising one brow at me. "I mean, I like that one because I've dropped wrenches about half your size on a new model, and that shattered. This thing I can throw out of a plane, and it'll dent the ground when it lands."

"My dad says the same thing. He had his fancy phone trampled by a horse and decided to get something more rugged since he treats farm animals for his vet practice."

Pain shoots across my shoulders and the middle of my back as I grab a waffle and scoop some eggs into it. A slight drizzle of syrup, and I eat the concoction like a taco. With a mouth full of food, I close my eyes to let it replenish me, Chase staring in amazement.

"What?" I ask, my mouth full, but the pain still radiating up and down my torso.

"I like you." He scowls as if he can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"I should hope so, considering you fucked me eight ways from Sunday last night."

He bursts out laughing. "You got one hell of a mouth on you, Maddie. Call your people and let them know you're all right. I should have made you call them last night."

"I was in no mood to listen to Dad tell me how much I should have listened to him last night. I was supposed to call my sister to get me from the shop, but?—"

He cuts me off. "But you thought you had more time, and I'm almost positive you didn't anticipate your tires giving out on you. Where do you think your car is?"

"I'm pretty sure it's in a ravine between here and the Garrett place. Once I started spinning, I lost track of which direction was where. I saw the lights in this house and thought they were a house closer to your body shop."

He nods. "Okay. I have to go into town anyway to see about renting a backhoe to move that tree from my kitchen door. If I spot your car on the way and I can tow it, I'll bring it to my shop."

"Thank you, Chase. I don't know what I deserved to get you to take care of me like this, but I'm grateful. Anything you need, just let me know," I tell him earnestly.

The expression on his face shifts to one deep in thought, but only for a minute before he looks at me and says, "You know what you can do is appraise this house. Let me know what you think about the place, what it can go for on the market, and what I need to do to bring it up to market value. I'll pay whatever your rate is, so this isn't a freebie. Just let me know your honest opinion."

Chase doesn't wait for me to answer, and I'm grateful to help. The appraisal is something I can do with my eyes closed, but I would need to see the place without a tree crashed in the backyard. If there is any damage to the house that he can't see, it will affect what I tell him.

A sigh pushes through my lips as I finish my breakfast. To my surprise, the device turns on, and there are dozens of missed calls and text messages. Guilt riddles my entire body as I dial the number taking up the most slots in my call log.

"Where in the hell have you been, Madison Monroe?"

"I'm sorry, Dad," I tell him softly, hoping to win some sympathy with my tone of voice. "I had the car trouble?—"

"And you told me you were going to call Kenny. So imagine my surprise when my daughter, who told me she would do something, doesn't do it. You had me worried out of my mind. Where are you?"

"Chase Carpenter's house."

"Who the hell is that? Where the hell is that? What happened, Maddie?"

"The guy who fixed my car yesterday agreed with you that I shouldn't be driving my car around in its condition."

"And you drove it anyway?" Dad screeches. "I told you to junk that damn thing."

"And I told you I couldn't do that. Throwing this car away is the same as throwing Mom away."

The pause in my father's temper lets me know that he gets it. He lets out a sigh. "Are you okay, Maddie?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit sore, and Chase is going to go fish my car out of a ditch. He took care of me, Dad. He kept me safe, and he even has the same kind of phone as you."

I can almost picture him shaking his head. "Fine. You have to know that the car isn't a piece of your mom, hun. She may have taught you how to drive in that car, but?—"

"But because you're an impatient menace who'd rather put us in a Humvee or a tank."

"Nothing's too safe for my baby girls, and you three drive like you don't care who you demolish along the way anyhow. But that's not the point, Maddie. Mom loved us."

"I know she did, Dad,” I tell him solemnly. "I just don't want to be ungrateful for the thing you both gifted to me."

"I understand wanting to hold onto something because it feels like you have a piece of her, but not if it's going to risk your safety or your life. Cars aren't meant to last forever. Please, for your mother and for me, and for everyone you love and care about, let it go."