For You (The Shore Book 2) (2 page)

“Get a room you two!” Madison shouted over the music. “You’re starting to make a scene!”

Ryan pushed back from Cody to look at Madison, and even in the dark club, Madison could see the color light up her face as she leaned into Cody’s chest.
 

Cody laughed as he looked down at his bride. “Wanna get out of here?” His hands moved down her back to cup her ass.

Madison saw her friend’s head nod up and down so she danced over to give both of them a hug goodbye.

“You two go have fun,” Madison winked. “And before you even start, I’ll be fine. Jessa is still here.”

Ryan smiled at the birthday girl. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. It’s fine. Go be newlyweds. And seriously, you were about to tear his clothes off.”

Ryan blushed again. “Alright. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

Madison nodded.

Still holding onto Ryan, Cody gave Madison a one-armed hug and wished her a happy birthday with a kiss on the cheek.

When it was her turn, Ryan let go of Cody long enough to give Madison another hug and yell “Happy birthday!” in her ear then turned to Cody. She grabbed his hand and led them back to their table to tell Jessa and Trent goodbye.

Madison laughed as she watched them leave. Those two had been married less than six months and were still enjoying the newlywed bubble. Honestly, Madison was just glad Ryan had finally found someone that was good to her and made her happy.

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Several drinks later, Madison was on the dance floor, far more intoxicated than she usually got and oblivious to who was around her. Her goal for the night was to feel no pain and she had definitely succeeded in that task.

Jessa kept a quiet eye on her from afar knowing Madison could handle herself. The girl was dancing like she didn’t have a care in the world … or who saw her. Not that she was a bad dancer - the girl had moves Jessa hadn’t seen before and was secretly cataloging them away for herself.

Looking around the perimeter of the club, Jessa noted a guy – tall, blonde, and no doubt built of rock solid muscle – checking out her friend. His eyes never left her, even when some woman approached him in conversation. Madison was lost in her own world and didn’t notice as the man dismissed the woman vying for his attention, set his drink down and started walking toward her.
 

Moving her body to the music, her hands raised high and her hips moving to the beat, Madison’s eyes were closed when she felt someone approach her from behind. It wasn’t that unusual since Madison had danced with most of the guys that were regulars at the club. A few had even been lucky enough to go home with her afterwards. She just hoped like hell it wasn’t the guy from the bar again.

She continued to move her hips side to side, making note of the feel and movements of the person behind her. He laid his hands on her hips and drew her body to his. After a few bars, his hands drifted from her hips to her front, pulling her even closer to his body, and she could feel his arousal through the thin material of her skirt.
 

She laid her hands over his, and when she still didn’t recognize the touch, turned herself so she could look at him.

What she found were cobalt blue eyes staring back at her, the hint of a grin and one hell of a sexy body.
 

She rested her hands on his very broad and muscular shoulders while her hips matched his movements.
 

“I know you from somewhere.” Her words were hesitant as she ran her eyes down his body. He was covered in a plain black shirt that stretched tightly across his shoulders and a pair of jeans that accentuated the bulge below his waist.

His grin turned into a full-on smile when her eyes met his again, and Madison felt her body react.

“Where do I know you from?”

Still moving in time to the music, his hands reached around her back and slid down her ass.

As he pulled her even closer, her hands left his shoulders and slid to his chest. She could feel his pecs beneath his shirt as her arms created the only distance between them.

“Seriously. How do I know you?” she persisted, liking the feel of what was under her hands.

If she had been thinking clearly she would have known who he was. She would have known who had his hands on her ass and was pressing his body against hers. But at that moment, she couldn’t think straight. Between the alcohol, the fact that she hadn’t gotten laid in a long while (at least by her standards) and the feel of his body against hers, she could barely register coherent thoughts.

The man with the cobalt eyes and sexy grin lifted the red curls off her neck, lowered his mouth to her ear and placed a kiss on her skin.
 

The feel of his lips and subtle scent of his cologne sent a shiver through her body.

“You like that?” His voice was so deep Madison felt it rumble through his chest.

She nodded. His lips were soft and just the right amount of wet. She wondered briefly how they would taste.
 

“What about this?” With a smirk he again lowered his head and sucked her earlobe between his lips.

Madison’s hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

Oh fuck…

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

“Who are you?” The shivers he gave her had gone straight to her core. With the way this man and his lips and his hands were making her feel, she wasn’t sure she really cared who he was or what he wanted to do to her.
 

“You wanna get outta here?”
 

He hadn’t even kissed her yet, not technically anyway, and all she could think about was getting him somewhere she could remove every stitch of his clothing.

She had desire in her veins now, and she wanted to touch and kiss his skin. “Yes,” she answered decisively.
 

She should have insisted on a name or something to tell her who he was. She may have had a lot of one-night stands, but she wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with guys without at least first knowing their name. And if she had known his, she sure as shit wouldn’t have been leaving with him.

“Okay. Let’s go.” He took her hand in his, and when they stepped off the dance floor he turned to ask, “Do you need to tell anyone you’re leaving?”

“Oh, shit. Yes.”

Holy shit I’m drunk! Where the fuck is Jessa?

Madison scanned the room, finally finding her friend. “Over there.”

As they made their way across the club, they walked passed a couple sitting at another table who looked like they were going to fuck right there.

The man grinned.
 

That wasn’t such a bad idea.

Chapter 2

Neither Madison nor Mr. Cobalt-Blue-Eyes-and-Sexy said anything as they made their way from the club to the car. And once inside the car, the only words spoken were the directions Madison gave to her house.
 

She could feel herself nearly trembling in anticipation. This was
so
not her style. Madison very rarely ever got this drunk, and the idea of bringing someone home with her … it wasn’t that she never brought guys home. In fact, it was a relatively normal thing for her. It was not knowing who he was that made this different. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to stop.

There was just something about him. His eyes. The way his hands seemed to own her body while they were dancing. And the way he refused to answer her repeated question of his identity. There was something arousing in the mysteriousness of it all. She was sure she’d be cursing herself in the morning. Tonight, however, she just wanted to get laid. He had managed to hit all the right buttons as they danced and she couldn’t wait to get him inside and undressed.

He pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. They sat quietly for a moment, the man giving her a chance to change her mind if she wanted to. He knew she didn’t remember who he was, and he also knew if he told her his name, the night would have been over before it had even begun. They had only had a brief encounter, just once, but she had stuck in his mind like a lone bulb along the shore. He had wanted to take her home that night, and circumstances had put a stop to it. Tonight, however, those circumstances were nowhere to be found.

When he went to reach for the door handle, Madison quickly placed her hand on his thigh. He turned his head to her.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” She made one last attempt at his identity. She didn’t care, not really, not in the state she was in. All she wanted was to get him upstairs and naked and taste his skin on her tongue.

Instead of answering her, he slowly turned his head and opened the door. As he made his way around the car, he kept his eyes locked on hers. If she remembered, he’d let it go. If she remembered, he’d walk away and never look back. His cock was already so hard it hurt just thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, but he’d walk away.

When he reached the passenger door and opened it, he took Madison’s hand and helped her out of the car. Rather than leading her to the house once the door was closed, he pushed her against the side and pressed himself against her.
 

“Ooh,” Madison gasped in surprise as she felt his hardness against her.

His hands went to her face as he studied her for the briefest moment. Then in a sudden move, his lips were on hers.
 

He ground his hips against her as his hands went to the back of her head, gripping her hair, and his tongue darted quickly into her mouth, finding hers.
 

It was hot and fast and when he pulled away, they were both breathing hard.

“Does it really matter what my name is?” he finally asked with a sultry tone. He ran his fingers along the side of her face. “I want to fuck you,” he added, taking her hand and placing it on his denim-covered cock, “and I’m pretty sure you want me to.”

Madison didn’t have a response as she gently squeezed him in her hand. She was too busy thinking about what was going to happen when they got inside.
 

He removed their hands from his crotch and led them up the steps to the front door. They remained quiet, the tension continuing to build.
 

The anticipation was driving Madison mad and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She dug into her bag and pulled out her key, quickly releasing the lock.

Once the door was open, Madison felt herself being pushed inside, her body flush against the wall and his hard cock pressing into her ass. His soft, warm lips found her neck and sucked roughly.

She turned, dropping her bag to the floor, and brought her hands to his hair. Hungry lips and a fierce tongue devoured her as he reached for her hands, lifting them over their heads. She could feel every inch of his chest and abs and cock as he pressed himself against her.
 

His hands drifted down her arms to her chest where he squeezed her breasts, eliciting a deep moan. She briefly felt his fingers on her skin before he yanked her blouse apart, sending buttons flying around them.
 

She felt his tongue flick her nipple over the lace of her bra before his hands moved from her stomach up her ribcage. He slid his fingers under her bra and pushed it over her breasts. As soon as one nipple was bare, his lips secured themselves around it.
 

“Oh fuck!” she moaned.

“Don’t worry, we’re just getting started,” he told her with a cocky grin.
 

Leaving her bra in place, he slowly bent his knees as he trailed his lips down her stomach. His hands rode up her legs, under her skirt, and latched onto her panties. With a swift tug, those, too, were gone.

He pushed the skirt onto her hips and brought a leg to rest on his shoulder. Before she could comprehend what he was planning, he inhaled deeply then drove his tongue into her pussy and she yelped, grabbing onto his head.

“Ohmygod. Oh fuck.”

He licked and sucked her, drawing out her juices, his hands on her bare ass pulling her to his mouth.
 

“You taste so fucking good. Better than I thought you would,” he mumbled against her flesh.

As her body began to tremble, his mouth covered her opening, sucking her in, his tongue flicking her clit until she came. He moaned as she coated his tongue.

She looked down as her orgasm subsided to see him take a finger and run it under his lip. His eyes met hers as he opened his mouth and sucked off the liquid.
 

“Come here,” he ordered as he rose to his feet then walked her to the staircase. He wasn’t giving her any time to recuperate. “Bend over.”

Without hesitation, she bent over, her ass bare, placing her hands a few stairs up. She heard the sound of a belt buckle and zipper as she waited impatiently for him. She was anxious to feel him inside her.

His hand joined the skirt on her hips as he positioned his cock at her entrance. With the flex of his hips, he dove deep inside, slamming into her. She could feel his balls crash against her clit.
 

Her knuckles turned white as she held onto the edge of the stair. His cock pounded into her again and again, and it didn’t take long before her next orgasm started to take hold. She reached down and fingered her clit, driving herself over the edge once more.

As her trembles slowed, she felt him slow and pull out.
 

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She turned her head to looked at him over her shoulder. “Upstairs.” Her voice was breathless.

“Take me there.”

He kicked off his shoes then grabbed his jeans that had pooled at his ankles and pulled them off. Leaving them on the floor, he followed her perfectly round and beautiful ass up the stairs and dropped his shirt somewhere along the way.
 

That fucking ass…

When he joined her in her room, she was standing half naked waiting for him.

“Take off your skirt,” he ordered. As she kicked the skirt away, he added, “Your shirt and bra, too.”

Madison did as instructed, leaving herself completely bare. She eyed his cock as it bounced against his tight abs, wanting to feel it inside her again.