Mad Love (Hearts Are Wild): Hearts Are Wild (12 page)

Buried deep, he held still and waited for her
orgasm to ease. The tight clamp of her pussy wouldn’t let him build
up a steady rhythm until the sharp edge smoothed out and her
muscles went lax.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and held
her against him. They were both slick with sweat and breathing
hard. The echo of her scream still rang in his ears and he wanted
to hear her go off like that again. Wanted to take her up hard and
fast, but this time he wanted to hear her scream his name.

Scooting his hand down between her legs, Toby
ran his fingers through her wetness, making sure he got his skin
good and covered. Straightening, he gripped her hip in one hand and
slid his wet fingers into the crease of her ass.

With gentle rocks of his hips, he dragged his
cock through the swollen folds of her pussy and pressed his slick
fingers against the puckered opening of her ass. She mewled,
thrusting backwards, eager for the tantalizing pleasure he
offered.

She’d enjoyed the anal play they’d indulged
in last night but he’d only got to the first knuckle with two
fingers then. Tonight he was going in with three and sinking them
as deep as he could.

He’d fuck her slowly, with his cock and his
fingers, filling her up, and taking her over the next peak at the
same time as he dove off it.

She pushed back harder as he pressed in. “You
okay?” he asked, needing to know she was good with what he was
doing.

“Mmm…” Her ass tilted higher, her body
softening around his fingers.

Fuck.

She was his wet dream come to life. Sweet,
innocent, prim-and-proper Madison Keibler liked it in the ass. Toby
vibrated in anticipation. She’d taken to this dark pleasure like a
duck to water and if she kept going, he’d be able to sink his cock
into her tighter-than-tight rear sooner rather than later.

“More.” She rocked into him.

Increasing the pressure, he watched two
fingers slide through the tight ring of muscle until they
disappeared completely inside her. He groaned. Rolled his hips and
fucked her pussy with a couple of short thrusts.

Arching towards him, she hissed, “Yes…”

She gripped him, ass and pussy, and Toby
prayed he had the strength to hold off his building release.
Withdrawing his fingers, he added a third and pushed back in. It
was more constricted but she took him all the way in with one
excruciating, ball-twisting stroke.

Keeping a grip on his control was proving
impossible. He didn’t need to move, Mad did that herself. Back and
forth, she propelled her hips and slowly fucked him. Toby was under
no illusions about who was in charge here. She had complete and
utter control.

“Toby.” His name slipped from her lips on a
moan.

“Right here, Mad. Take what you need,
baby.”

“More.” Her body quivered around him. “I
need…more.”

“How much more?” Did she want…? His balls
ached, his cock throbbed as she worked it in and out of her
pussy.

“Harder.”

Fuck. This woman was going to kill him. “Are
you sure?”

She showed him how sure she was by driving
her hips against him hard and fast. A cry of pleasure tore from her
throat and she retreated, only to slam back again.

Toby attempted to call her name but the
ecstasy ripping through him as she impaled herself on his cock and
fingers again and again squeezed his vocal cords, turning any
noises he tried to make into garbled groans.

With each plunge of her body over his, they
climbed. The jagged edge of his orgasm sliced into him and there
was no way he could remain passive in their lovemaking any
longer.

He started slow, rocking into her rhythm,
until he overtook her and kicked the pace up another gear. She
followed. Eagerly kept up and urged him on. They came together
hard. They came together fast. And with each advance and retreat,
wicked lust speared him.

Savage arousal like he’d never known whipped
through him.

The sounds of their bodies slamming together,
the grunts and moans and groans, combined with the driving beat and
delivered a soundtrack of passion and pleasure that only increased
his need.

“Touch your clit,” he growled. There was no
way he could do it without losing their rhythm and he needed her to
come. Needed to feel her squeeze him to the point of pain before he
took the plunge and blew his load.

As soon as Mad put her hand between her legs,
her fingertips brushing his shaft with every stroke, she clenched
down on him. For one breath-stopping moment, Toby felt held in
suspended animation—then she broke.

Her orgasm gripped her whole body in
bone-shaking convulsions that sucked him in and threw him over the
edge. Gasping, punching, roaring, Toby followed her into the
madness.

***

Madison woke to aching muscles and a dry
throat. Opening her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar wall. A soft
snore wheezed behind her and it all came flooding back.
Everything.

Every single second of last night and what
she’d allowed Toby to do.

What she’d all but begged him to do.

No. She
had
begged. Over and over
and over again.

Heat engulfed her. She couldn’t decide if it
was embarrassment or remembered pleasure. Emotions overwhelmed her.
Happiness, satisfaction, passion, delight, anguish, pride, want,
need, unease, dread, fear, shame—panic. The sentiments tumbled and
collided and tangled and confused.

Her stomach rolled, nausea swamped, cramped
her.

She needed to think. Couldn’t do that here,
in Toby’s bed. Spotting his shirt on the floor, Madison slid out of
bed without disturbing him and, grabbing the top, she made her way
out of his room.

A shower would be great right now. Hard to
collect her thoughts and decide what to do when she smelled like
Toby—like sex. Dirty, dirty, hot sex.

Trembling, she placed a hand on her lower
stomach and pressed. But the action didn’t stop the ripples of
pleasure working their way through her.

He’d given her more than she’d asked for.
He’d offered and she took. And she gave. There was nothing she
wouldn’t have done for him during their night of passion. Madison
had the strong suspicion Toby could make her do anything with just
a look, a smile.

Having no parameters for
this…
whatever
it was, she couldn’t determine if her
behavior—her emotions—were normal.

For the second time in two days, Madison
found herself wishing for a friend to confide in. Slipping Toby’s
shirt over her head, she wound her way through his house until she
came to the living room. The view here was a little different from
that in the bathroom but no less spectacular. A huge deck with a
group of comfortable-looking lounges and chairs drew her.

She opened the sliding glass door and stepped
out into the crisp morning air. Too early for much activity, there
were only a few sailboats bobbing their way across the water.
Choosing the lounger with the most sweeping view, Madison curled up
on the soft cushions.

How had she found herself here?

The man inside had stormed her defenses and
made himself at home and it scared the life out of her. Madison was
under no illusions that Toby returned her depth of emotion. She was
also well aware that what she was feeling could possibly be a
byproduct of the uninhibited passion she experienced with him.

He was vibrancy, life, all about a good
time.

She was staid, serious, on the fringes of a
world she often didn’t understand.

How could they have more than sex?

They couldn’t. No matter how much—how
deep—she thought her feelings for Toby went, they couldn’t,
wouldn’t, last. Opposites might attract but the things that
attracted more often than not repelled in the end.

And that heart she’d claimed never to have
had broken… Madison trembled with the knowledge that Toby would be
the one to shatter it into a million pieces when they were
done.

She couldn’t trust the feelings of affection
currently zipping through her. The only thing real between them was
the passion, the pleasure—everything else was a consequence of
their unbridled desire.

It was chemical.

Pheromones and endorphins.

A biological cocktail guaranteed to deliver
rapture and encourage them to come together again and again. The
way the human race had done from the beginning of time. Procreate
or perish.

Madison wasn’t sure how long she’d lain there
deep in thought when Toby crouched beside her.

“Hey.” He offered a smile. Not his usual
all-is-great one. This one held a tinge of concern that her stupid
heart wanted to latch on to.

“Hi.”

He brushed a lock of hair off her shoulder.
“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not once I’m awake.”

“You could have woken me.”

She didn’t bother to tell him she hadn’t
wanted to. He knew.

“You’re thinking too hard again.”

“I can’t help it. There’s a lot to sort
out.”

“Didn’t we do that last night?” Was that a
flicker of fear in his eyes?

“I…” What? What did she want or need to go
through?

“Mad.” He brushed his lips across her temple.
“Come inside. I’ll make us some breakfast.”

Standing, he offered his hand. Everything
inside her wanted to take that hand and hold on. Could she do that
and survive when he walked away? Would she regret not spending
whatever time they had together if she ended it now?

She’d agreed to go on the pill. That was a
long-term commitment, but was that really what he wanted from her
or was it just the sex? Too many questions and no answers readily
available. She couldn’t go to the library and look them up either.
Her go-to method of working through a problem was no longer an
option.

“One moment at a time, Mad, one
day
at a time. Right now it’s breakfast. Toast, eggs, coffee.”

“And after?”

“Well…” He glanced up at the clear blue sky.
“It’s a nice day. We could put the top down and take a drive along
the coast. Stop somewhere for lunch.”

Swallowing, she placed her hand in his. For
all her fear and apprehension, she couldn’t deny herself more time
with him. And in spite of the spectacular sex, it wasn’t only the
physical way he made her feel that drew her. He enticed her away
from the fringes and pulled her into the middle of living.

She couldn’t walk away from that—or
him—yet.

“You’re going to cook me breakfast?” she
asked as he led her inside.

“You doubt my culinary expertise?”

“Um…”

He directed her to take a seat at the counter
dividing the kitchen from the living room. “Prepare to eat those
doubts.”

Toby had proven his athleticism transferred
to the bedroom and now he showed her he was as agile, just as
efficient, in the kitchen. He chopped, scrambled, and spread with
steady hands and sure motions. His movements were purely masculine
and yet he performed a job that traditionally fell to the female
gender.

Even the pink apron he wore over his boxer
briefs didn’t detract from his maleness. When he’d first tied that
on, she’d had to choke back a laugh. Now she was intrigued as to
why he had the completely feminine apparel.

“Where did you get the apron?”

He glanced over with a grin. “Cassie.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. Nothing like a little sister to punch
holes in your ego.”

“Why wear it?”

Putting a plate of yummy-smelling food in
front of her, he said, “I don’t own any others, and there’s no
point buying one when I’ve got a perfectly functional one.”

Madison realized the color wasn’t even a
consideration for him. He was so comfortable in his own skin, in
his masculinity, wearing a pink apron didn’t even make him
blink.

In that moment, she envied him his
confidence. The only place she’d ever been that sure of herself was
in the classroom, and life was so much more than that. Toby was
right. She needed to try new things. Push her boundaries, overcome
her discomfort and live.

And right now, the place she felt most alive
was with him.

Toby leaned against the wall and watched
Madison paw her way through the on-sale knick-knacks. He’d driven
south and they’d ended up in a little coastal town with lots of
tourist-type shops and eateries. They’d devoured a fresh seafood
lunch and were now ‘walking off’ the calories.

It had been a great day so far. The weather
was perfect, not too hot even when the sun beat down on their
heads. A beautiful autumn day enjoyed with a beautiful woman.

“Oh, Toby, look.” Mad turned towards him
holding up a little figurine he couldn’t see from his position.
“You should get this for your sister.”

Pushing off the wall, he walked over and
cupped her outstretched hand in both of his. Even the innocent
touch got his blood humming.

She held a gorgeous porcelain figurine. A
mother knelt on the floor, a small child in front of her, and they
were finger painting. The woman even looked like his sister, with
her sweeping brown hair and mischievous grin.

Mad was right. It fit Cassie to a T.

“You need something different for Shaye.” She
put the figurine in his hands and went back to searching the
shelves. “Here. What about this?”

This time she held out a couple. The man held
the woman in his arms, his hands splayed over her swollen belly.
Problem was, the woman had blonde curls cascading over her
shoulders and made him think of Madison, not his pregnant
sister-in-law. Clearing his constricting throat, he asked, “What
else is there?”

She frowned. “You’re right. This isn’t Shaye
at all.”

As she moved on, he picked up the rejected
man-and-woman figurine. “I’ll just get them to wrap the one for
Cassie while you keep looking.”