Sweet Treats and Deadbeats

CHAPTER 2: Bad is Better

Madison

Five years later…

We made it into Sea-Tac airport safely. I moved a sleeping Noah to my other shoulder as Sophie pulled along her Hello Kitty rolling luggage. Tina was at the rental desk picking up our car. I was so thankful that she’d chosen to come along. We needed her more than I liked to let on.

My divorce from Tom was finally over. In the end, he’d gotten us evicted from our house, lost all our savings, and destroyed my credit. I didn’t know why I stayed with him as long as I did. It wasn’t like he was ever there for me or the kids.

The last straw had come six months ago when he had hurt me. I’d hit my head against the coffee table and had to be rushed to the hospital. I was unconscious for two days and almost died. I knew then that I had to get out of my marriage. My babies needed me.

Carmen and Tina made sure that I pressed charges. Since the jails were overcrowded, Tom was only given a year of probation and a fine. He was ordered to stay away from me and the children, though.

He would be allowed supervised visits with the kids after he took an allotted amount of anger management classes. I was pretty sure that he would never want contact with the kids, and even if he did, I wasn’t about to give it to him. They’d have to lock me up first.

The kids and I had been staying with Tina while I tried to sort out the mess in my life. She was really my sister in every way. I felt bad because she was a bachelorette and wasn’t able to have dates over because of us. She assured me that it didn’t matter, but that didn’t stop my guilt.

I was almost at my wits end when a letter arrived. It was from my great Aunt Martha Copeland’s lawyer. Aunt Martha and my mom had a falling out several years ago when my mother ran off with some surfer to California. Aunt Martha had wanted her to attend college and was very disappointed that mom had wanted something different.

My mother was still a ‘free spirit’. She’d had me by some guy named Neal, who had bailed on us when I was one or two. I had a couple of pictures of him, but that was it. He never wrote or came to see me. That s**t hurt, and it was probably the reason that I’d chosen a man like Tom in the first place.

The letter had informed me that my Great Aunt had passed and left everything to me. I was shocked because she never acknowledged me or anything. The will included a house, a pastry shop, and half a million dollars from her life insurance policy as well as a few other investments.

For me, it was like winning the lottery. I’d grabbed my babies and starting yelling and screaming. Tina rushed in, read the letter, and said she was going with us to Port Townsend, Washington, where the house and shop were located. That was the only stipulation in the will. I had to keep the shop and run it as my Aunt had done.

My mom had grown up in Port Townsend, but always hated it. She thought it was dreary and too small for her. To me, it was a godsend. The schools were good, crime was low, and it would be the first time in my life that I didn’t have to worry about bills. I could finally give my babies the life they deserved. I vowed to myself that I’d make the pastry shop the best on the West Coast.

When I stopped at the counter to get Sophie a hot chocolate, I dropped some things. A big guy with curly dark hair and big brown eyes picked them up. I was still holding Noah, whom was really f*****g heavy now, so I was grateful for the help.

Sophie stared at the stranger like he was a f*****g alien or something. She’d had so little male interaction. Tom never paid any attention to his daughter, except to occasionally yell at her. Now that my baby girl was nine, I worried about her future with men.

The man handed Sophie the hot chocolate and helped her up to the table. I was very protective of my kids, so I watched him like a hawk. I wouldn’t hesitate to knife an asshole for touching my babies.

When he was done, he turned to me and held out his hand. “Hello, my name is Dean Stone. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His smile was genuine, and his dimples were so big that I couldn’t help but smile as I held out my hand. “My name is Madison Smith. The lazy slug on my shoulder is Noah, and the little girl you just lifted is Sophie. It’s nice to meet you, too.

“Thanks for helping me. My friend is getting our car and the kids are tired after the flight.”

He nodded. “That’s fine. I’m glad to help. You’re Martha Copeland’s great niece. The whole town is talking about your arrival. I’m from Port Townsend, too. I’m the local veterinarian and your neighbor.”

I took the seat next to Sophie and adjusted Noah on my chest. He still liked to suck his thumb in his sleep. I knew I should stop him, but he looked so f*****g cute when he did it. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb him.

Dean said something to Sophie that made her laugh out loud. I smiled because I loved to see my baby girl smile; she didn’t do it often enough for my taste. The fights and divorce had been hard on her. I knew that I had a long road ahead of helping her to trust people.

I was looking down at my little man when Dean interrupted my thoughts.

“So, what can I get for you, a coffee? You look worn out.”

I yawned. “Yeah, I am. I spent all last night packing and getting things ready. Then, the kids were cranky this morning, so it’s been a long day.” I reached into my pocket to hand Dean some money.

“Put that away. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t buy you a ‘welcome to town’ beverage? Can I get something for the little guy too?”

“Thanks, Mr. Stone, I’ll let you buy us a drink only if you promise to come for dinner once I get settled.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Okay, hot coffee for me and an orange juice for Noah, please.”

Dean stood up. “Do you guys want anything to eat?”

Sophie bit her lower lip and looked at me. I nodded my head.

“I’d like a blueberry muffin if that’s okay,” she replied in her sweet voice.

Dean winked at her. “No trouble at all, cutie pie. And for you?” he asked, pointing at me.

“Just get me a fat free wheat bagel and a cinnamon bun for Noah.

Thanks, Dean. I mean it about the dinner invitation.”Dean

I watched him walk away. He was a big guy, bigger than I’d originally thought. He was also very handsome. I mentally chastised myself for even thinking about that. I’m a single mom with two kids, who in the hell would want me?

He came back a few minutes later carrying our purchases. Sophie smiled shyly as he handed her the blueberry muffin. She was wearing her favorite jeans and blue NASA hoodie. She wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up. I now had the means to make that happen.

I put the cinnamon roll under Noah’s nose. He woke up instantly. My baby boy was going to be a big guy like his sperm donor. I hoped that size was all that he would get from Tom. He kissed me on the cheek and took a bite of his favorite breakfast.

“Thanks, mommy, I was tired. Where are we? Is it time to go to the house? Can I play when we get there? Who is the big man? Where is Aunt T? Can you open my juice?”

Dean’s booming laugh startled us all. “You ask a lot of questions for someone so little. My name is Dean. I’m your mom and Sophie’s new friend. I can be yours too if you want.”

Noah puffed out his little chest and glared at Dean. He was only five, but already very protective of me and his sister.

“Can you play baseball? Mommy and Soph play wit me, but they not good. We need boys.”

Dean laughed. “Can I play? I was the best pitcher at my high school. I still play in a local men’s league. I’d be glad to throw you some balls sometimes. I also have a glove that would be perfect for you.”

Noah perked up and finished his breakfast. Sophie was delicately nibbling her muffin. She had a sad look in her eyes. I knew why. She thought that Dean would start to play with Noah and she’d be left out again. I was just about to say something, but Em beat me to it. He turned to Sophie.

“I also have a nice new telescope that I’ve been dying to break in. Judging from your snazzy hoodie, I would assume that you like stars.”

Sophie nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Good. I think I’m going to enjoy living next door to you guys.”

After we finished, Dean gathered our trash and threw it away. He volunteered to carry all our bags. My back was still sore from lugging around Noah so I let him. We made it to the pickup area just as Tina pulled up.

Dean motioned for her to stay in the car. He loaded our bags into the trunk and made sure Noah and Sophie got buckled into their seat belts. Then, I introduced him to Tina. They seemed to hit it off. After he promised to come see us when we got settled in, we were off.

The drive to Port Townsend went well. It rained almost the whole time, but the iPad and snacks kept the kids occupied. I grabbed a quick nap while I could. Noah and Sophie would likely keep me up all night exploring our new house.

It felt like I had just gone to sleep when I was awakened by Tina. She gave me a sympathetic smile as she opened the door for Noah and Sophie.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around. The house was beautiful. It was an old blue Victorian with a huge wrap around porch. There were four wicker rocking chairs on the porch and a small table. The yard was large and well maintained. There were many beautiful flowers of all types. The white shutters gave the home a picturesque look. I could see myself raising my babies here.

There was still a light drizzle. Noah, ever the fountain of energy, was running around the yard and getting mud all over his blue jean overalls. I shook my head and helped Tina bring in the bags. A moving company had already brought the bulk of our furniture.

The inside of the house was even more beautiful. The furniture was homey, yet tasteful and looked fine for kids. There was a winding staircase that led upstairs. The floors were done in a rich cherry wood and shined to perfection.

I kept gasping as each new room was revealed to me. The kitchen had stainless steel appliances and granite-topped counters. There was also a large cupboard that I looked forward to filling with food. When I lived with Tom, I’d always had to hide groceries away for the kids. He had never cared if they ate as long as he did.

I was unpacking some pots and pans when my babies ran into the kitchen. Sophie, bless her little heart, had taken her brother’s muddy clothes off. He stood in front of me in just his Superman briefs and t-shirt, dancing around. We all laughed as he did his Elvis impression. He was such a ham.

Tina took them upstairs to get changed so I could make lunch. We’d stopped and bought a few dry goods to last until we could go grocery shopping. Noah only liked banana and peanut butter with the crusts off, so I made that for him. Sophie preferred turkey and cheddar with lots of vegetables. I made Tina and I big green spinach salads.

For once, I was in a good mood, so I got out the ingredients to make snickerdoodles. They were a favorite of me and the kids. The simple task of baking calmed me and made the house feel homier.

By the time Tina returned with the kids, the first batch of cookies were done. Noah pounced on his sandwich the moment I set it in front of him. My baby girl was also very hungry. She took a big bite and smiled at me. Tina and I added dressing to our salads and laughed as the kids made funny faces and ate like little pigs.

The snickerdoodles were a big hit. Noah ate three before running off to find the box that held his favorite video game. Sophie washed their plates and went to help him.

I leaned back into my chair and sighed. “You know what, Tina? I finally think we’re home.”

Declan

I woke up to the sounds of rain. It rained all the damn time in Port Townsend. Instead of staying in bed like I wanted to, I got up and made myself a cup of coffee. My home was large, but since there was only me it was always quiet. The silence was driving me insane.

I went to the bathroom to shower. My body was all hard lines and muscle now. I soaped myself up and sang along to Frank Sinatra, washing my stress down the drain. My d**k was hard again, but I ignored it like I had been doing for the last five years.

After I killed my wife, unborn baby, and the innocent family, I had been taken to jail to await trial. I plead guilty to everything, because honestly I couldn’t remember s**t about that night. I deserved to suffer.

My attorney got my sentence cut to one year in prison and three years of probation. Due to budget cuts and overcrowding, I only served two months and was then put into rehab. My publicist wanted to spin the story and get me back out there, but I’d lost the will to live.

I joined several support groups and kept myself clean of drugs and alcohol. The paparazzi wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had relocated to Port Townsend, Washington. My mom and dad kept a permanent residence nearby, and it was small enough for me to escape the media.

The first few months were brutal. Some paparazzi followed me and made my life a living hell. People called me a ‘baby killer’ and said I deserved to ‘rot in hell’. I got death threats and dead animals tacked to my door weekly. Worst of all, some f*****g assholes targeted my parents.

My dad was a local distributor. His business had really suffered when I moved to town. My mom, who was a real estate agent, also lost a lot of money because of me. Luckily, I had always managed my money well and had enough to give them.

The only people who had been nice to me were Pastor Howard and his wife Taylor. They had two little girls and did a lot of community outreach. I liked Will Howard because he never judged me. He was always quoting me scriptures about forgiveness. I wasn’t overly religious, but I liked to think that part was true.

After I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a f*****g mess. I didn’t shave often so my jaw was covered in copper fuzz. I trimmed the edges and kept it clean, but that was the extent of my grooming habits.

When I finished getting dressed in my uniform of flannel and jeans, which was a far cry from the Armani suits I had preferred when I lived in Hollywood, I went to start my truck. I drove a souped up my silver Chevy Trailblazer that I’d had custom made. The car went with my new identity.

I loaded my tackle and poles before getting into my truck and driving off. I stopped at a little store to pick up some Pepsi and sandwiches. It was still drizzling a bit, but looked good overall. I planned to catch a lot of fish.

The local drunk, Neal Smith, was sitting outside drinking from a paper bag. I nodded to him as I went in the store. I felt sorry for the poor guy, but he refused all help. Many people had tried, but he wouldn’t give up the liquor.

When I got outside, some hoodlums were hassling Neal. I pushed them along and handed him a bottle of water. He rolled his bloodshot eyes at me and asked for a beer. I shook my head, which made him curse and yell at me. I left him Pastor Howard’s card and then set off again.

I spent the whole day fishing in my boat. It was the only thing that made me happy anymore. Out in the water with no one around, I felt calm and peaceful. I’d be lying if I said my existence wasn’t lonely because it was, but I took pleasure in the things that I could.

By the time I made it back to town, it was dark outside. I stopped at the Howard’s store to get some fishing hooks on my way home. Will was at the counter talking to a small, curvaceous dark-haired woman.

I couldn’t help noticing the way her ass filled out the tight black jeans that she wore. She was wearing a tight, long sleeved gray t-shirt that showed off her beautiful breasts. If I had to guess, I’d say the boobs were a D-cup. Her skin was all strawberries and cream. She had her hair up in a high ponytail and it swished as she talked to Will.

He finally noticed me and waved me over. I was reluctant because I was now sporting a pretty impressive hard-on. Going without p***y for a very long time was not good for any man. I made sure that my coat covered my crotch and headed over.

The dark haired woman eyed me warily. She had big brown eyes that reminded me of a deer I’d see in my backyard last week. I attempted my best smile at her. boobs

She ignored me and turned back to Howard. “Listen, Sir. All I want is a fishing pole and some stuff for first time fishermen. I promised to take them but I have no idea what we need. Just point me in the right direction, and I’ll be on my way.”

Will kept his friendly smile and turned to me.“Ms. Smith, this is Declan Walsh, he is our local master fisherman. I’m sure that he’d be happy to help you find anything you might need.”

With that, he turned around and started helping another customer, leaving me with Ms… Holy s**t!

“Smith, as in Neal Smith?! Are you his daughter?”

The woman scowled at me. “That lowlife may be my sperm donor, but he is not my father!

“Why do you look so familiar?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Um, yeah, you probably saw me on the news. I used to be a writer in Hollywood.”

She scrunched up her nose and looked far off in thought. I knew the moment it hit her because she gasped and backed away. It was pretty much the usual reaction women had to me after they found out who I was.

I expected Ms. Smith to run away, but she did the last thing I wanted. She held out her hand. “Please, call me Madison. I’m…I’m sorry for your loss. It’s nice to meet you.”

My mouth dropped open. Since I was being such a dumbass, I didn’t take Madison’s hand. She glared at me and rubbed her palms over her jeans.

“Right. Well, you don’t really have to help me. I’m sure I can manage on my own. Um, I guess I’ll see you around.”

I was stunned. All I could do was stare at her ass as she walked away. I closed my eyes and tried to will my erection away, but it got worse. Madison’s scent was in my nostrils. In just a few minutes, she’d managed to make me want to break my vow of celibacy. I wanted to f**k her, hard and fast.

I went to the car to wait for my prey. She came out moments later carrying a bag full of fishing supplies. I watched as she tried to start her car. Of course, it wasn’t going to run because I’d tinkered with it. I felt like a monster, but this all consuming need to be inside of Madison had taken over my body.

She huffed and got out of the car, kicking the tires. I almost blew my load when she bit her juicy lips while trying to raise the hood. When that didn’t work, she screamed a slew of curse words and went towards the store.

Here was my chance. “Hey, Ms. Smith. Do you need some help?” I asked, praying that I sounded nonchalant and chivalrous.

“Madison,” she huffed, taking out a phone and dialing someone.

I watched her little hands ball into fists as she talked to someone on the phone. I suddenly felt very jealous. I mean, it may have been a guy on the other end of that call. Hell, maybe she was even married. Suddenly I wished I’d paid more attention to the small town gossip.

I was just about to forget about the whole idea of getting laid when I heard her say a female name. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. But then, what if she’s a lesbian? Lesbians are known to like a little d**k now and then, aren’t they? Those thoughts were not helping the party in my pants, so I willed my mind to shut the hell up.

After a few minutes Madison turned to look at me. My eyes immediately went to her n*****s, which had hardened because of the cold or… Nope, definitely from the cold judging from the way she was glaring at me.

“Mr. Walsh, please stop staring at my t**s long enough to look at my car. It’s a rental and all the auto places are closed until tomorrow.”

For some reason, her tone made me angry. “Maybe if you wore a f*****g jacket, I wouldn’t be able to see your n*****s through your shirt!”

Madison blushed and crossed her arms. “I just moved here from Arizona and haven’t really had time to do any clothes shopping. I didn’t know that Port Townsend was home to a bunch of perverts!”

How had I ever thought that I was attracted to this woman? She already reminded me of Kate and we’d only known each other a few minutes. I could tell Madison and I were not going to be lovers or friends.

I growled and stomped over to the car with the shrew hot on my heels. I raised the hood and looked inside. Unfortunately, I’d cut something and had no clue how to fix it, so Madison was either going to have to get an Uber or ride with me.

“I can’t fix it. You can have a mechanic come out here in the morning. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Motherfucking night from hell! If only I could say no to them…,” Madison mumbled.

She grabbed her shopping bags and walked over to the Trailblazer. I, like a gentleman, opened the door for her. Boy was that the wrong thing to do.

She pushed at my arm.“I am capable of getting in a f*****g car without your help, Mr. Walsh. I’ll also give you gas money to drive me home.”

I gently pushed her out of the way and finished my gentlemanly task. My hand accidentally palmed her ass when I was helping her up. She huffed and slapped me away. My d**k liked Madison’s ass a lot.

Painfully, because of my erection, I jogged to my side and started the car. Madison was looking out of her window, effectively ignoring me. I scowled and turned on my radio to drown out the animosity inside the SUV.

Port Townsend was small, so there weren’t many cars out this late. We passed a couple of kids playing football in the street. Madison never once looked over at me. That didn’t keep me from studying her, though.

Every red light was pure torture. I spent the time ogling Madison’s boobs. They were the best real pair I’d ever seen. She also had nice, shapely thighs I thought would look very good wrapped around my body. I had to shift in my seat several times.

When she stretched, showing me the soft skin of her stomach, I made a decision. I was going to get f****d or die trying. Sure, I hated her. But she was new, had a killer body, and made my d**k as hard as steel. Besides, you didn’t have to love or even like someone to have mind blowing s*x.

I slowed the car down and pulled over to a nearby park. Finally Madison turned to me. She had basically ignored me up until that point.

“Where are we going, Walsh? I need to get home.”

I smirked. “Just a pit stop. Madison. When was the last time you got laid?”

Her eyes widened. “That is none of your f*****g business! Take me home right now or I’m calling 911,” she said, taking out her cell phone

I snatched the phone out of her hand and threw it into the backseat. Madison looked at me like I’d just kicked her puppy. I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“Answer the question. Judging from your general nagging and up tightness, I’d say it’s been too long.”

She took something out of her purse and pointed it at me. It was…a can of mace.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I’m willing to let it slide. Just let me grab my phone and I’ll call someone to pick me up.”

I clicked the automatic locks. I was a bit of a control freak, or so my mother said, so I always made sure that I was the only one who could make adjustments inside of my car.

Madison narrowed her eyes. “Do you want to go back to jail, Mr. Walsh? This is k********g. They could give you…”

I leaned across the console and sucked Madison’s bottom lip in to my mouth. She was so surprised that she dropped her ‘weapon’. The can rolled somewhere under her seat. Her lips tasted sweeter than I’d originally thought. I got lost in the kiss.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. The angle was slightly uncomfortable. I needed to be closer. I pulled back and looked into Madison’s eyes. They were glassy and unfocused but still very beautiful.

“Um, we can move this to the backseat,” I declared, hoping that she wouldn’t decline.

Madison touched her lips and nodded her tiny little head. I got out and opened the back door. Madison, however, ungracefully climbed over the seat. I wanted to yell at her about ruining the leather, but I was too goddamn horny.

We both faced each other for several minutes. When I’ d lived in Hollywood, I’d had anonymous s****l encounters all the time. Madison didn’t strike me as the type of woman to sleep with every willing man, though.d

“We’re not doing this without a condom,” she said, glaring at me.

I reached into the front and lifted the console, pulling out my trusty box of Trojans. I hadn’t been laid in forever but I still bought them, just in case. Thankfully this box was going to get used before the expiration date.

I smiled and lifted the box. “Magnums,” I said, smirking.

Madison rolled her big, brown eyes. “Cocky little s**t, aren’t you, Walsh? I’m sure you’re used to women falling all over your d**k out in la la land. Just so you know, I’m not a groupie. This is a one time thing. Got it?”

I ignored Madison’s condescending tone and pulled her into my lap. She smelled like gardenias, honey, and sugar. I buried my nose into her neck and took a long drag. She was potent in more ways than one.

She tenderly scratched my beard. “You should shave. Do you have any idea the marks that this is going to leave on my skin?! I have half a mind to…”

I cupped both fleshy sections of her ass and squeezed hard. “Shut up, Madison! This will go a whole lot better if you don’t speak.”

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she ground her hot spot against my c**k. I cupped her jaw, guiding her luscious lips back to mine. Her mouth was wet, scalding hot, and oh so f*****g perfect. We devoured each other as the temperature in the car heated up. I was glad that I’d remembered to let down the windows.

Madison’s hips began to move faster and faster over my erection. I was determined to make her come, I knew if I didn’t she would never let me hear the end of it. She’d probably have ‘one minute man’ engraved on my tombstone if she didn’t get off.

I pulled Madison’s shirt up and off. She was only wearing a plain black cotton bra underneath. I pushed her breasts together and buried my head in them. Her intoxicating scent was even stronger in the v of her breasts. I licked and sucked on that area, eliciting little moans and whimpers from her sweet mouth.

“Damn, you taste delicious,” I mumbled as I continued my assault on her t**s.

She arched her back to give me better access. I snaked my arms around her back and unhooked the bra. I had been able to do it one-handed since I was fifteen.

Madison giggled and helped me pull down the straps. “You’ve done that a lot, haven’t you? I don’t know whether to be aroused or angry.” I sucked her left n****e into my greedy mouth. “Definitely aroused,” she mumbled.

Madison’s breasts were so firm and bountiful. I planned to write an ode to them in my notebook. In fact, I was going to write a whole chapter about this particular s****l experience. We hadn’t gotten to the actual s*x part yet, but I could already tell that f*****g Madison was going to be one of my best encounters.

“You’ve got great t**s, baby,” I mumbled as I sucked on Madison’s other n****e.

She smacked me on the back of the head.

“Let’s just strip and get this over with. You look like the kind of guy who’s into eating a woman out and doing it slow, but I don’t have time,” Madison griped, pulling away to finish removing her clothes.

I slipped out of my flannel shirt, wifebeater, and jeans. When I looked up, Madison was unabashedly staring at my chest. I flexed my pecs a little for her. She reached out and pinched my n****e. I threw my head back and groaned.

“You like that, huh? I bet I can make you scream,” she taunted.

I opened my eyes to see Madison in all her glory. Her p***y was as bare as a baby’s bottom. She was milky white and smooth everywhere. Her breasts sat high up on her chest and were well formed with dark pink areola.

Before I could say anything, she straddled my lap again and attacked me. Her tiny tongue swirled around my n*****s as she stroked me through my boxers. I lifted my hips so that she could pull them off.

Madison’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Holy f**k! You really are Magnum-sized. I thought you were just kidding, like most guys.”

I handed her a condom, and then watched with a small smile on my face as she guided my d**k inside of her. She was very tight and extremely wet. I was afraid that I wouldn’t fit. We worked slowly, giving her a little at a time until I was balls deep inside of Madison’s p***y.

She arched her back and threw back her head.

“Holy-motherfucking-Christ! You’re the biggest I’ve ever had.

“Harder, Walsh,” she commanded.

I laid her down so that I was on top. My c**k never left her p***y. She felt amazing.

“Please, call me Declan,” I ground out between thrusts.

I caressed her breasts and rubbed her clit. Madison’s short nails gouged my back adding to my pleasure. I nibbled on her neck as the passion built.

My mouth couldn’t make up its mind. I went from Madison’s tongue to her n*****s to her bellybutton, sucking and licking every single inch of her delectable body. She quivered from head to toe, taking me in deeper with each stroke.

I pulled the ponytail holder out of hair, which was all silken curls that tickled my nose. I buried my head in it and sniffed. It smelled just as sweet as the rest of her.

Madison moaned my name over and over again. “Declan, Declan, Declan, Declan, Declan!”

I pounded into her fiercely, never giving her time to catch her breath. All she could do was cling to me. When I felt that she was close to her second o****m, I lifted her leg and put it over my shoulder, kissing her ankle softly.

Madison sucked hard on my tongue as I thrust into her. That was all it took for me to find my release. She came a moment later, whimpering my name. All I could do was ground myself into her trembling body as waves of intense pleasure washed over the both of us. I’d never had such an intense o****m in my life. I came until my lower body went numb.

I felt slight tremors rock through her. I knew I had to be crushing her small body but I couldn’t move. Our sweat dripped into each other’s skin as we both tried to catch our breath.

Unfortunately, Madison ruined the moment by pushing me away.

“Get off! I have to get home,” she screeched.

I reached down and gently removed my c**k from inside of her. I grabbed a Kleenex and disposed of the condom. One down and about fifty to go.

Madison gasped and put her hand over her chest. Her skin was red from where my beard had made contact. She was right; I was going to have to shave if we did this again. She kept her hand over her privates and rolled to the side.

I was worried. “Hey, did I hurt you?! You should have told me to stop if you were in pain,” I said, wincing.

She scowled at me. “I’m fine, Walsh. You’re just…really f*****g big. I may need a little recovery time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Madison glared at me as she put her clothes back on. I almost cried when she covered up her beautiful breasts. Now that I’d seen them I didn’t want to give them up. If Madison vowed to stay topless, I’d move to a nudist colony with her.

I put my clothes back on and started the car. Madison, once again, climbed over the seat like a savage. Since it gave me a perfect view of her ass, I decided not to push the issue yet again. We were going to have to talk about car etiquette if our fuckbuddy arrangement kept going, though.

“Well, I guess I should get you home now.”

Madison sighed and adjusted her bra. “That would be good. Listen, I would be grateful if we kept this…” she waved her hands around…“to ourselves. I’m new and I don’t want a reputation as the town slut.

“Besides, I have kids. I don’t think CPS would think kindly of a mother who f***s a stranger in the back of his truck.”CP

I stopped mid-button. “What did you say? You have kids? Holy s**t!”

Madison frowned and pulled on her shirt. “Yes, I’m a mother. Don’t worry your pretty copper-colored head, Walsh. I’m not looking for a daddy. I’m perfectly fine raising my babies alone. Now take me the f**k home before Tina sends out the police for me.”

She had it all wrong. My reaction wasn’t because the kids made me like her any less; it was because I’d never f****d a woman with kids and now our fuckbuddy thing was complicated. I mean, would she want me to meet her children?

“Madison, please, I didn’t… mean to offend you or anything…,” I sputtered pathetically.

She buckled her seat belt. “Look, it’s not important. We f****d and got off. It won’t happen again. I’m sure you’re beating the p***y off with a stick. You’ll have forgotten about me in an hour. It’s fine. We both used each other and now it’s over. Just take me home.”

Madison tried to put up this brave front but I saw the vulnerability in her eyes. The asshole who she had the kids by was obviously long gone. I felt sorry for her, having to raise her children alone.

“How many kids do you have?” I asked, looking at her sideways.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let’s not do this, Walsh. You don’t give a s**t about my life, and I don’t give a s**t about yours. Now, please, let’s get going.”

I pounded on the steering wheel before starting up the car. Madison was exasperating when she wasn’t in the throes of passion. It was just as I thought before, not lovers or friends. She was too f*****g frustrating for her own good.

We drove in complete silence. It only took us ten minutes to get to Madison’s house. I’d known her Aunt and attended the funeral. She, like the Howards, was among the few people in town who didn’t treat me like a leaper.

Sure, there were plenty of women who wanted to warm my bed, but they were just like Madison. They were okay with f*****g but didn’t want to get to know me. Her dismissal hurt me more than I’d allowed her to see.

When we pulled up, all the lights were on outside of Madison’s house. A blonde woman was pacing on the porch with a phone in her hand. When she spotted my car, she stepped off the porch and ran towards Madison.

“Tina, I’m fine. Go back inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The blonde chick, Tina, narrowed her eyes and sneered in my direction before going back inside.

Lovely, I’m making female enemies all over the place, I thought ruefully.

I helped Madison get her bags out of the car and carried them to the porch.

She turned to me. “Well, um, thanks for the ride,” she said, reaching into her purse. “How much do I owe you?”

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

She pushed me away. “Not here! My kids are inside. If anyone finds out…”

I stomped down the steps and walked to my car.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to sully your precious reputation by telling everyone that you stooped so low as to f**k me,” I yelled.

“Have a good life, Ms. Smith.”

Madison dropped the bags and ran to my car window as I was about to pull away.

“That’s not… I’m not… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I mean, the s*x was really good. We…um…”

My temper was out of control. I had to get away from Madison before I did something stupid.

I threw one of my business cards at her. “I own a yoga studio where I teach classes. You could use a few. Call me when you want the stick removed from your ass.”

With that, I sped off. I could hear Madison screaming curses at me but I didn’t give a f**k. I just turned up my radio as I turned the corner towards home. Sure, Madison was beautiful, and we had mind blowing s*x. She was also the last thing I needed in my life right now, which was a complication.