NICHOLAS

“Where no one can see us,” I smirk, leading my girl past the warehouse-sized garage for all those Ciphers motorcycles.

We slip by the building unseen, muffled voices coming from inside.

Surrounding the main house in every direction are woods filled with ancient oak trees draped in Spanish moss, some with trunks so gnarled and thick that you can hide behind them without a problem.

Madison laughs, “The one time I don’t wear flats.”

“You complaining?”

“Oh no, never,” she returns with a funny face. Losing the smile she says, “Actually I’m having the best time.”

“My folks treat you right?”

“You know they did.”

A grin flashes. “Yeah. They’re good people.” With a more serious tone I add, “I think Zoe likes you a lot. See how she teased dad and left to go and do what she wanted?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s a new thing. You didn’t see the look in my Dad’s eyes? The surprise?”

“I didn’t notice.”

Giving Maddie’s hand a squeeze, I glance over. “She wanted to impress you.”

“But I didn’t do anything that would inspire that.”

“I told her your nickname is Slugger.”

Madison’s eyes widen and she laughs, “You told her about the fight with Marla?”

“Yup! Everyone was giving me credit for beating up Dane Schweis so I had to tell them you’re a badass in your own right.” Scanning the darkness I back my girl into the seclusion of a thick oak, pulling up the hem of her dress. “Still sore from last night, Slugger?”

She whispers, “Let’s find out,” tilting her head for a kiss as her fingers hungrily unbutton my pants.

As she takes my length and strokes it, a guttural sigh breaks free from my lungs. My fingers slip into her g-string and find her already damp, slippery, and ready. The sex we’ve had is constant, and I can’t get enough of her.

We kiss as voices from the wedding drift on a warm Louisiana breeze. Madison and I tease each other into a fever. I flip her around and she moans with anticipation, clasping the tree trunk with both hands, dress hiked. I drag her panties down her thighs and groan at the dark outline of her round ass. “Remember when I said I’d pay for this?”

With a sexy laugh she confesses, “I so wanted you that night.”

My eyebrows fly up as I give her butt a light spank. She arches it higher while I chide her, “You gave no sign of that.”

“If I had, would we be here now?”

“Probably,” I admit, positioning my swollen tip at her edge.

Over her shoulder, Madison asks, “Seriously?” her voice deeper and excited for me to penetrate.

“I think when you find the right person, it doesn’t matter when you fuck.” Ever-so-slowly diving into her body, I relish the pleasure as my ten inches disappear. “Waiting is a manipulation.”

Maddie moans, “Bullshit!” as we start to move. “You’d have rubber-banded and then maybe never have snapped back.”

“That would have been a loss,” I groan, massaging her cheeks with my thumbs as the thick tips of my fingers dig in. “You feel so good, Slugger.”

She’s tight, slippery wet, and with this sneaky location and family voices from that wedding in the background, my shaft is rock-fuckin-hard. As we fuck in the darkness, my thighs catch fire with the increasing pleasure. Throwing my head back I move a little quicker, then slow it up, leaning forward to reach around and play with Maddie’s clit. She writhes in response.

“Nicholas, I’m close!”

“Not yet. I want to stretch this out.”

My girl whimpers, “So good. You feel so good inside me.”

These words are fuel but I keep control of myself, fucking her just like she likes it, moving to a beat with her moans, drawing out the pulses I can feel because with every thrust, they stretch and embrace my stiff length more.

On a sharp intake of breath, Madison quivers around me, her tiny earthquakes fast and furious.

I grimace, groan, and rise up to grab onto her ass with both hands, fucking her with long, hot thrusts until everything breaks free inside me, too.

She moans as I fill her.

The heat pulses out of me and I whisper something I don’t even mean to say, but I do mean.

“I love you.”

She stiffens, glances back. “Really?”

I laugh, “Yeah.”

“I love you, too!”

Our bodies are still joined, and we stay like this as the pulses calm, my fingers tracing her beautiful hips.

“You guys need a napkin?” a male voice asks from the shadows as two pairs of footsteps crunch toward us.

Maddie gasps and we separate in a hurry.

Denise laughs, “It’s just me and Tonk Jr!”

Laughing, I pull her dress down, looking over as I zip up my pants.

I’ve met the guy before—he’s Celia’s brother—but we’ve never spent any time together because our family hasn’t been to this plantation but maybe twice.

Tonk Jr. has grown into a handsome guy with a collegiate-feel to him, not at all like the bikers he calls family.

“I brought this for us, but you can have it.”

Denise smacks his arm. “Tell all my secrets!”

He grins, “Sorry,” knowing she doesn’t really care. “You said she’s your best friend. Figured you shared everything.”

Denise sighs an amused, “Men!”

As I take the napkin from his extended hand and give it to Maddie, I chuckle, “You okay?”

She rolls her eyes. “At least it was just them.”

Denise teases her, “Well, I’ve been here your whole life, might as well be here when you get pregnant, too!”

“Don’t say that!”

Laughing, I take Madison’s hand. “Let’s go back to the wedding. We’ll leave you two alone. But do us a favor. Find another tree. This one’s ours.”

Tonk Jr. announces with a grin, “These are all mine. I live here!”

“Well, I claimed that one,” I smirk as Maddie and I start walking back.

Denise challenges him, “I thought you said you were moving to New York to study at Colombia?”

He answers, “I am, but this will always be my home.”

Their voices fade in the distance.