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  “Don’t you dare,” she warns. Her pussy flutters around my cock. “Jimmy!” she screams. “I’m gonna come,” she chants over and over. Her pussy gets tighter and tighter.

  “Good girl,” I say as I fill her. I keep fucking into her until her pussy stops clenching around me. I collapse on top of her. Instead of pushing me away, she wraps her arms around me.

  “Wow,” she breathes.

  “Agreed,” I say chuckling.

  “I am going to need much, much, much more of that,” she says giggling. I lean up so that I am looking down at her flushed face.

  “It’s all yours, Mads. Every last drop.” she smiles and upturns her lips for me to kiss. I do so, savoring her again. Memorizing her. “I am not nearly done,” I say placing open mouth kisses on her tits, pulling her left nipple into my mouth then the right. I move my kisses down her body. When I reach her pussy, I can see my seed leaking out of her, so I shove two fingers inside of her to keep it where it belongs. She groans in pleasure. I flick my tongue across her clit and bring her to orgasm that way. Pure caveman instinct flows through my veins as she buries her hands in my hair, which has come loose from its tie.

  “My, my, my Professor. You have a wicked tongue,” she breathes, making my dick hard as a rock again. At this moment, I know that I will never get enough of her. I wasn’t kidding when I said she was it for me.

  “The better to eat you with you,” I tell her moving back up her body. I flip us over so that she is on top now. Her tits sway erotically as she rises up and slides her tight pussy down the length of my cock. I growl as each inch is pushed inside of her. I can’t seem to get close enough to her. When she is fully seated, she begins to move. Up, down, even side to side. I rise to meet her every move. It all feels amazing. Mind blowing. Philosophical even. I finally understand the poets and philosophers who did remarkable things in the name of a woman. I always thought they were crazy, but now I know. I know the secrets. What is between a man and a woman could never be explained in ancient texts, it can only be experienced. I have never been gladder that I waited. Somehow, I know it’s her. This experience could never be like this with someone else. Eventually, I can’t tell where I end, and she begins. It’s a blur of skin on skin.

  Placing her hands on my chest for leverage, I watch her come undone. She screams again. I love how vocal she is. I come again, filling her for the second time. She slumps down to rest her head on my chest, with my dick still nestled inside of her.

  I am not sure how long we lay there, but I glance over at her alarm clock. I see that it’s late. Almost four. Fuck, we’re gonna be late.

  “We gotta go, Trouble. Dinner is promptly at six. If we leave now, we can just make it.”

  “Oh shit,” she says climbing off of me. As soon as she’s gone, I already miss the feel of her wrapped around me. She rushes into her closet while I stand and start putting my clothes back on. A few minutes later, she comes back out, fully dressed in a red dress and knee-high brown boots.

  “You look beautiful,” I say.

  “Thank you. For some reason, I really feel like it’s important that your family likes me.”

  “They will, Trouble. I promise.” With her suitcase in one hand and her hand in the other, we make our way down to my truck. It’s jacked up, so once I get her stuff in the back, I lift her into the passenger seat. I assist her in buckling up then steal a kiss. She giggles. Once we are on the road, I grab her hand and hold it. She’s quiet as she stares out the window. “What’s wrong, Mads?” I ask, immediately concerned.

  “Not a single thing,” she says smiling.

  “You sure?” I press.

  “Yes. I am just blissfully happy. I haven’t felt this way in so long, I forgot what happiness was like,” she says staring out the window again.

  I vow here and now to never let her forget again.

  No matter what happens in the future, Madalinn Savion is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to make happy.

  Mine.

  Chapter 4

  Mads

  The drive to Savannah was nice, Jimmy and I talked the whole way about all the mundane things you learn when you’ve been dating someone for a while. Suddenly, we are in the Victorian District. It’s fancy as hell and is always on those shows when you want to buy a new house on TLC. Suddenly, I feel underdressed and all of the things I bought won’t work either. Then we pull up to a huge house. Scarlett O’Hara’s house in Gone With The Wind ain’t got nothing on this one.

  “Ready to go inside,” Jimmy asks after parking. I paste on a smile. I can do this.

  “Yep,” I say getting out of the car.

  We walk up the cobblestone walkway and walk right into the house. There is a lot of noise coming from somewhere in the house.

  “Hello,” he calls out.

  “James?” Is the responding shout.

  “We’re here, Ma,” he says warming my heart.

  An older woman walks into the hallway. She has an apron on that is covered in flour. I think there is even some in her hair.

  “Trouble, this is my stepmother, Marjorie.”

  “You can call me Ma, everyone does,” she says pulling me into a hug. I savor it, because it’s been so long since I had a mom hug.

  “It’s so nice to meet you, Ma,” I say laughing. She finally releases me.

  “Come in, come in. James,” she says pulling him into the same kind of hug.

  We head into the living room, where there is a raucous game of Cards Against Humanity is going on.

  “Everyone, this is Madalinn, my girlfriend,” he says introducing me. Somehow girlfriend doesn’t make me feel great, not after what we shared, but I smile anyways. “Mads, this is my sister, KittyAnn and her wife, Mavis. They just got married last week,” he says.

  “Congratulations,” I say to the striking couple. “It’s nice to meet you,” I tell them.

  “You too. I didn’t know James had a girlfriend,” KittyAnn says.

  “It’s pretty new,” I say not exactly lying.

  “Moving on,” James says after clearing his throat. “This is my sister Shaynah and her husband Blake. They got married in October. Shay works at the Tattooed Vixen downtown.”

  “Oh, cool. I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” I say shaking their hands.

  “Come on in. I’ll fix you up,” Shaynah says.

  “That would be awesome. Thank you.”

  “No problem.”

  “This is my dad, John.”

  “Nice to meet you, Sir.”

  “It’s a pleasure, Madalinn. Welcome to our home,” he says pulling me into a hug just like Marjorie did.

  “These are my grandparents. Gretchen, Jim, Rita, and Rick. My Aunt Friday and Uncle Doug. These are my cousins Heidi and Victor,” he says gesturing to various people sitting around the room.

  “Nice to meet you guys. Merry Christmas!” This is not overwhelming at all; I lie to myself.

  “Come play with us, Madalinn. You can be on my team. I still have trouble with the big words,” Heidi says. She can’t be more than ten, but she’s adorable.

  “Sure,” I say sitting down on the floor next to her.

  We spend the next several hours playing. Eventually, I relax. These people are laid back and amazing. Every time my eyes seek Jimmy, his are already on me. I am filled with an overwhelming sense of belonging.

  After a later than usual dinner, everyone heads to bed. Marjorie puts Jimmy and I together.

  “I hope this doesn’t offend you,” I say as I follow her upstairs to get ready for bed. I don’t think my parents would ever have allowed this unless I was married but I’ll never really know now. Jimmy stayed downstairs to talk to his dad for a few minutes.

  “Not at all. We are a forward-thinking house. This is the first time James has brought a girl home. We are so excited.” I force myself to not laugh at the way she says that.

  “Oh good, though I’d be happy to sleep on a couch,” I tell her.

  “Those are taken by th
e kids. I am afraid we have a full house around the holidays. I love it. Any who, this is James’ room. We just updated it actually, adding a bathroom.”

  “Thank you so much, Marjorie. You have a lovely home. Thank you for welcoming me into it.”

  “You are very welcome here Madalinn. Has James told you about our sordid past?” she asks suddenly serious.

  “No,” I admit. Sordid past? What the hell?

  “It’s nothing so terrible, but it explains why he’s never brought a girl home. Ask him about it before you decide if he’s the one for you,” she says pulling me into another hug.

  Is there anything he could say to me that would make me not want to be with him?

  No, there’s not a fucking thing he could say that would change my mind about him. He could be a murderer and I’d still love him. Well shit. I love him. Not that I am surprised by that, but I literally just met him today, not ten hours ago. Marjorie leaves the room. James left our suitcases by his dresser, so I pick mine up and set it on the bed and pull out my pajamas, realizing that they are not very sexy. A Christmas plaid set that will keep me warm, since I am always cold. Oh well, hopefully, he’ll have me out of them in no time at all, I tell myself, smiling like a loon. God, the way he touched me. The way he took me. The things he made me feel. I take my things into the bathroom and turn on the shower. The bathroom is really more of a wet room. There is a lip that separates the door from the floor, so water doesn’t flow out of the room. There is a drain in the middle of the floor. Multiple shower heads sticking out from the wall and a huge rain shower head hanging from the ceiling. The toilet is separated from the shower by a low tiled wall and a double sink. No shower door or curtain. This should be interesting. I shower quickly, but I don’t get out of the hot water. Leaning against the wall, I rub my fingers over my already swollen clit with my eyes closed. I am thinking about him when suddenly someone grabs my wrist. My eyes pop open to find Jimmy, naked, wet, and hard. His massive cock jutting out from his body. Yummy.

  “You started without me, Trouble,” Jimmy growls.

  “I’m sorry,” I breathe.

  “You were moaning so loud; I could hear you in the hallway. No one gets to hear you come, except me.”

  “I’m sorry,” I repeat this time it sounds like a whine. I am so primed to come, that nothing else matters to me right now. I want him so badly; I forget to be ashamed of myself.

  “Do you want to come, Trouble?”

  “Not yet,” I say as I drop to my knees in front of him. Before he can say a word, I pull his cock into my mouth and suck him off. His knees buckle for a minute, but he claps his hands to the wall behind me for support. Grinning, I continue to suck him down my throat.

  “You look so good with my dick in your mouth, Mads. So fucking good,” he says putting his hands in my wet, tangled hair.

  I am not a hundred percent sure what I am doing, but I take him deeper and deeper until he grunts my name and his cock jerks in my mouth. His come goes into my mouth, where I swallow it down.

  “That was fun,” I say, wiping the corners of my mouth and standing back up. He grabs me by the arms, pulling me closer to him and kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

  “Fun, Mads? Fun was just the beginning of what that was,” he says after pulling his head back from me. His cock is still hard, digging into my lower belly.

  “Take me to bed,” I demand, and he does so.

  Before I fall asleep, I remember that my revelation that I love him, but I decide to keep it to myself for now. I don’t want to scare him off before we’ve really begun.

  Chapter 5

  Jim

  One thing I’ve noticed about Mads is that she is an icicle when she sleeps. She’s currently wrapped around me like a heat-seeking missile, not that I am complaining. Her skin is soft and warm. I watch as the sun begins to rise from my bedroom window. This has been my bedroom since I was born. With the exception of college and the week that I spend at my shithole apartment near campus. This is home. Though, as sleep eludes me, I begin to wonder what I was thinking.

  I don't regret my actions regarding Mads, never her. I love her already, but the university has very specific rules about fraternizing with students. Mainly, don't do it. As much as I want to shout it from the rooftops that she's mine, I know that I can't and that this must be kept secret until she graduates. I don't want her thinking that I am ashamed of her, or what is between us, but the consequences of getting caught are severe. I should have told her, let her decide if it was worth the risk or not, but I couldn't wait more than a few seconds to claim her. I'd lose my job but that's nothing to me. I don't need to work there; I just happen to love it. She won't graduate, her credits and money paid will be forfeit. Secret is the way it has to be because now that she's mine, I'll never let her go.

  She stirs next to me and calls out in her sleep for her mother and it breaks my heart.

  “Mads,” I whisper into her ear. I don’t want to startle her, but I really feel like she needs to wake up. I place light kisses on her neck, directly below her ear lobe.

  “Hmm,” she moans. That’s better than being scared.

  “Wake up, baby. It’s Christmas Eve.”

  “Oh shit,” she says opening her eyes. “What time is it?” she asks getting out of bed.

  “Early still.”

  “I need to go to the mall. I have nothing for anyone to open,” she says. I watch her ass sway as she walks over to her suitcase. Then she bends over and nature takes over. I stand and reach around her waist, pulling her back to the bed. “I don’t have time for this now,” she begins but when she feels my dick pressing into her thigh, she softens. “I might have a little time,” she moans softly. I grin like I’ve just been given the best treat, because I have.

  “I’ll take you wherever you wanna go, Mads, but first, I need a taste,” I say moving down her torso to the promised land. My first taste of her pussy this morning is sweet and it’s all fucking mine.

  “Jimmy, please. Hurry. I need you,” she begs but I ignore her, taking my time. She grinds her body into my face, seeking more from me. I add two fingers into her tight opening. She is already soaked, but I want her to come before I take her again. Her muscles squeeze the hell out of my fingers. Her moans are muffled now as I realize she has buried her face in the pillows to keep from being loud. Good girl. Rising up on my knees, I drag her closer to me. She moves her face from the pillow and stares at me, licking her lips. I stroke my hard cock a few times before slamming into her. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure.

  “Mads,” I grunt as I find my stride. This woman is perfect for me and I plan on doing everything I can to keep her.

  Later, we are the mall. I need to find something amazing for her and I know just where to go. We go our separate ways, but not before kissing her soundly.

  “Uh, what was I doing?” she mumbles.

  “Shopping, remember?”

  “Right,” she agrees nodding.

  “Stay out of trouble, Trouble,” I tell her, watching her walk away. She pauses and looks over her shoulder at me and winks.

  God, I am so screwed.

  Using the mall’s map, I locate the closest jewelry store and search the cases until I find the perfect engagement ring for Madalinn. Now, I realize it’s crazy. I haven’t even told her that I love her yet, but I will rectify that immediately. I thank the store clerk and tuck the ring safely into my pocket. It’s a weird warm Christmas, so I left my jacket in the car.

  I was gone for maybe twenty minutes, but when I find Mads again, she is already laden with at least ten bags.

  “Did you get everything you needed?” I ask, coming up behind her.

  “Not yet. This is just your sisters and stepmom,” she says, causing me to chuckle. I move to take the bags from her.

  “Where to now?” I ask, already hating how many people are here. Shopping on Christmas Eve is crazy as hell.

  “That sporting goods store over th
ere. I checked with Friday last night after I heard Victor telling his sister he wanted a new baseball glove. He didn’t ask for it for Christmas, so I am in the clear to get it.” I love the way she cares about my family so much.

  “I love you,” I tell her causing her to look up at me.

  “What?”

  “I love you, Madalinn. I can’t explain it, but then again I don’t think you are supposed to try and explain love.”

  “I love you too, James. So much. I thought I was going crazy. I thought there was no way that you could feel that way too,” she says throwing her arms around my neck, before kissing me. I can’t wait to get her home and properly celebrate our newly declared love. God, I’ll never get enough of her kisses and I pray that they never stop.

  We finish shopping and head home to begin the arduous task of wrapping all the things she bought. I just got everyone gift cards, but she takes them and adds them with her thoughtful gifts and puts both of our names on the tags.

  How the hell did I get so lucky?

  Chapter 6

  Mads

  Christmas morning with the Tilson’s was fun. I even had some presents, which I totally wasn’t expecting since I was invited at the last possible hour. The kids are still opening the last few things that are under the tree. Marjorie is refilling everyone's coffees when Heidi hands me a small wrapped box. I set my mug down on the coffee table,

  “What’s this?” I ask her.

  “It was nestled in the branches of the tree and it has your name on it,” she says shrugging.

  “It doesn’t say who it’s from,” I say smiling at her.

  “Maybe it’s from Santa Claus,” she says laughing.