Madison's Quest (13 page)

It kept conversation to a minimum. It also reminded him of
the challenges that came with being in school and horny.

He draped an arm along the back of Madison’s chair and
stopped turning the pages of a yearbook in favor of leaning into her and
looking at the pictures she was studying.

He slipped a hand beneath the table to settle on her
stomach. His fingers stroked the waistband of her jeans.

She blushed. Actually blushed.

He snickered and played with her zipper.

She grabbed his hand, forcing it onto his thigh.

“We are so not doing this,” she whispered.

The librarian appeared from between stacks.

He shot her an innocent look.

Her censorious expression was a cease-and-desist order.

Yep, just like when he was in school.

The instant she disappeared, Madison forced their hands to
the boner that’d come on at passing the locker.

A shudder went through him. “What happened to
we are so
not doing this
?”

Her snicker made him laugh, even if it sounded more like a
groan.

“Behave,” she said. “The quicker we look at these books, the
sooner we can go to your house and then hook up with Tyler.”

His dick jumped, making him glad it was his hand covering it
and not hers. Sweat prickled along his skin because he didn’t know if that last
bit was a continuation of the whole
my first serious boyfriend was bi
conversation that he did not want to engage in, or just straight talk.

“I’m all for getting done and getting out of here,” he said.

Ideal would have been to write down the names of all the
male students attending around the time Madison was conceived. Real was that
they had zero fix on Bio-dad’s age. He could be thirty years older than the
girl in the picture, or more. Wouldn’t be the first time a guy who knew better
had banged jailbait and ended up on the hook for a kid.

That scenario worked as well as the one he’d spun earlier,
involving Madison’s biological grandparents being the force behind her being
made to disappear. Could be that it’d been Bio-dad who’d arranged for her to be
taken out of state and adopted. Pay Bio-mom off, but to be sure, fix it so
there’d be no changing her mind, no trail leading back to him—assuming he
hadn’t been listed on Madison’s real birth certificate.

Shane rocked backward in the chair. Either of those
scenarios worked, but neither of them answered the question,
why was Bio-dad
coming back into her life now
?

He pulled his arm off the back of Madison’s chair to more
quickly get through the yearbooks.

They got nothing. Even imagining Bio-mom with different hair
colors, different hair styles, none of the faces matched.

He closed the last yearbook with a slam guaranteed to bring
the librarian. “It was worth a shot.”

“I’m glad we took the time to come here.”

They stood. He took Madison’s hand, decided not to trot out
the thoughts about Bio-dad having been the one to arrange for her
disappearance. No point in it. The answers were ahead of them. They just had to
get to the end of Bio-dad’s whole
getting to know me
bullshit.

And in the meantime…

Some fun, fast, furious fucking. Some slow, sweet
lovemaking.

The halls were empty of students, not that it mattered.

He stopped her in front of locker 180, pressed her against
it the way he had the night before and said, “Now where did we leave off?”

Her laugh sent pulses of pleasure straight to his heart. Her
hands going to his chest, fingertips grazing the nipple ring sent streaks of
pleasure straight to his dick.

“You really want to do this here, with the threat of the
principal showing up hanging over us?”

“Never stopped me before.”

“So I’m just one of many high school conquests?” She
thrummed the nipple ring and nearly dropped him to his knees.

“I can’t remember any of the others. I don’t want to.”
Truth
.

Truths that not so long ago would have sent him running the
same way they had Cole. Truths he felt suddenly desperate for her to believe.

He pitched forward, mouth covering hers, tongue driving
between her lips as if he’d hammer the message home, that nothing about this
was the casual that’d always defined his relationships with the opposite sex.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest
to his, making him moan. Her tongue met the thrusts of his, wrapped him into a
knot of hot, hungry want.

The grind of her pelvis to his had his cock screaming to be
freed and his skin feverish with the need to get rid of the material touching
it. He tugged her tank top upward. Desire shuddered through him at pressing his
hands to her naked sides.

He deepened the kiss. His hands moved toward her breasts.

The sound of high heels tapping toward them at a brisk,
authoritative pace penetrated his lust.

He pulled away from her, grabbed her hand. “Let’s get out of
here!”

They bolted, away from the teacher bearing down on them.

Reached the Jeep and erupted into laughter.

When it subsided, heat flared again, even hotter. Fuck he
wanted her. Needed her.

“My place?”

“Your place,” she said, licking her lips, threatening his
control.

The instant they were inside the house he tangled a hand in
her hair, pulled her to him.

“My turn,” he said, his subconscious dragging Tyler into the
room with them.

Her smile, the desire in her eyes was a reminder.
My
first serious boyfriend was bi. We used to look at gay manga together.

Not going there!

He took her mouth, nearly reached down to rip the front of
his jeans open when she sucked his tongue.

Moaning, he wrapped his arm around her waist, dragged her
lower body against his, pleasure shooting upward at the contact.

The hand in her hair abandoned silky strands for the feel of
skin. He shoved it beneath the light blue tank, beneath the thin bra.

Her nipple stabbed his palm, sending a streak of ecstasy
straight to his cock.

His tongue delved into her mouth, deeper, faster.

Her lips tightened and she sucked harder, her hand mimicking
his, shoving beneath the T-shirt. Zeroing in on the nipple ring, stroking,
tugging so the lust roaring through him sounded like a thousand decks of cards
being shuffled.

He was fucking out of control, practically dry-humping and
didn’t freaking care.

“Off,” he panted, breaking the contact, getting hotter at
seeing kiss-swollen lips and the smoky, sultry look in her eyes.

Her hand swept downward.

His abdomen went instantly taut. His dick battered against
the front of his jeans.

She grabbed the bottom of his T, jerking it upward, revving
him up with the knowledge that she wanted him as naked as he wanted her.

The shirt hit the floor.

Hers followed.

Then the bra.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It was even more of a turn-on seeing that her nipples were
slightly bruised and knowing Tyler was the one to leave them that way.

He cupped her breasts, pressed them together, thumbs
brushing over perfect pink nipples. There was no keeping his mouth off them.

He bent down. Kissed the slope of a breast, took a nipple
between his lips.

He sucked, loving the little moans she made. Loving the way
they got louder the longer he sucked, the harder he sucked.

He kissed his way to the other breast. Sucked. Rubbed it
with his tongue. Sucked, already knowing he could spend hours sprawled on any
surface and doing this.

Her hands went to the front of his jeans. His hips jerked,
scorching lust filling his head.

The fear that he’d come the instant her fist gripped him was
drowned beneath the desire to have his cock freed and her touching it.

She undid the button. Pulled the zipper downward.

Heat engulfed him when she grasped him.

His mouth returned to hers on a moan, pleasure surging with
each thrust of his tongue, each stroke of her hand. Each rub of her nipples
against his chest.

He wasn’t going to last. He needed to do something fast.

Forcing her hand away from his dick, he stripped, losing the
rest of his ability to think when Madison peeled her jeans and underwear off,
baring the small landing strip of blonde hair and a pussy that was calling his
name.

They weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. Weren’t even
going to make it to the couch.

He pulled her against him, spinning them as he slammed his
mouth on hers and crowded her against the back of the door. He thrust against
her, desire intensifying with each press and rub of his cock against her pussy.

Wrenching his mouth away from hers, he said, “Protection.”

Somehow he managed to separate long enough to fish the
condom from his jeans and get it on. He took her mouth again. Lifted her.
Struggled not to close his eyes when he pushed into her.

He wanted to lose himself. But he wanted to look at her
more, to drink in the heat as their eyes met, to memorize the look of pleasure
as he filled her. To watch the build of satisfaction as his hips pistoned, slow
at first, then faster, then faster still. Her breath catching, her back
arching, her head finally going back, the ruthless grip of her inner muscles as
she came stripping away the last of his control.

He pumped. Wild, furious thrusts. And he couldn’t remember
anything ever having felt as good. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as
badly as he did her.

Once wouldn’t be enough. A thousand times might just take
the edge off.

He came, release scorching through his cock, blowing him
apart and leaving him in a haze of utter satisfaction.

Recovery, the steadying of his heartbeat and evening out of his
breathing, took a long time to arrive.

“What do you think?” he said, not in a hurry to pull his
cock free. “Stay here the rest of the day?”

“That’s one option. Or you could show me the rest of your
place and we could check out a different surface.”

“My kind of thinking.”

She laughed. “Of course it is. You’re a guy.”

He gave a little thrust. “No point in denying it.”

Her legs unlocked at his waist. A small sound of protest
escaped her when his cock slid free.

She rubbed her mouth against his. “That cleared my head.”

“It left mine empty.”

“Are we talking about the big head or the little head? Hard
to tell the difference.”

He grinned. “Oh man, dissin’ me again. At least admit it was
great sex that cleared your head.”

“Definitely great sex.”

Her lips parted his. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he
felt it all the way down to his dick.

He leaned more heavily against her, gearing up for an
encore.

His cell rang with Tyler’s tone.

They both moaned at the interruption, though his pulse sped
and he was grateful he wasn’t still inside her, otherwise she’d have felt his
physical response to the prospect of having Tyler join them.

He fished the phone out of his jeans, answered, “Yo.”

“Where are you?”

“My place. Just got here.”

“How’d it go?”

“Kind of heavy. We’ve got a new clue to figure out. You
heading here?”

There was a heartbeat of silence. It lasted into a second
one, causing Shane’s gut to hollow.

“I’m pulling into a drive-through,” Tyler finally said. “You
want me to pick up burgers and fries for you two?”

Tyler’s voice sounded casual enough but…

Shane thought it was forced.

Or not. He couldn’t be sure. His head was too screwed-up
when it came to Tyler. Truth, he didn’t have a clue whether Tyler was really
okay with sharing Madison.

Shane rubbed the back of his neck. “Burgers and fries would
be good.”

“See you in a few.”

Shane hung up, feeling like he no longer fit in his skin
when he looked down at his naked body, the spent condom hanging on his softening
cock.

“Tyler’s on his way with burgers and fries. I’ll meet you in
the kitchen.”

He snagged his clothes and headed toward the bathroom to get
his shit together before Tyler showed up.

Tyler parked in front of Shane’s house and willed his
heartbeat to return to normal. While the three of them were together, he needed
to treat Madison like a friend with benefits.

Project casual, comfortable.

He couldn’t let the need for it to be more lead to it
actually
becoming
more, not with Shane there.

Their both touching and kissing Madison would too easily
lead to the three of them naked, their hands and lips roaming, their bodies
coming into contact in ways that would out his feelings for Shane.

He took a deep breath. Released it in a shuddering exhale.

I can do this.

I have to do this.

But when he joined Madison and Shane in the kitchen, he knew
he’d underestimated how hard it was going to be to project casual and
comfortable.

Shane was wearing a pouty
I wanted more sex
expression. While Madison’s gaze as she approached held the same uncertainty
that’d been there when Shane showed up at his place after
they’d
had
sex.

It made him ache and want to comfort her, to pull her into a
full body hug and never let her go—except into Shane’s arms.

She reached him and said, “Hi.”

He shifted the take-out bag to prevent the burgers and fries
from being smashed.

“Hi yourself,” he said, low-voiced, wanting her to know
nothing was different between them, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that
something had changed.

Their eyes met, held in a reconnection, and then their
mouths did, tongues touched, the awareness of Shane in the kitchen with them
making Tyler’s nerves vibrate, alternating between the fear that Shane would
close the distance between them, and the desire for him to do just that.