But before the very end, I had something to do too. Why not make a show of it?
The curtains rose and we played our hearts out. As we were doing the tail end of the chorus, I looked directly at Andy, heading her way.
For you I stayed sober
For you I became strong
Love me
Love my brokenness
Kiss me again
Touch me with emotions
Chaos is written
Incomplete
Unbidden with need and tangled in words
By the last line, I stood in front of her. She climbed over the barrier and I knelt on my knee. Mic in hand, I peered into the sweetest spice-colored eyes.
“Little demon,” I rasped, my vocals so fucking chopped after the show we’d played. “We’ve been through it all. Love, loss, desperation. We’ve experienced the worst kind of sadness but above that, we found light in each other. I fucking love you,” I rushed out, my words too close together and panted with both adrenaline and exhaustion. “We weren’t meant to be, yet here we are.” Emotion clogged my throat as I tugged the ring out of my pocket. “Will you marry me?”
She cried, the audible squeaking hitting the deepest part of me, digging in, marking me with her Andy-shaped knife.
“Yes, Toland. Yes,” she cried, and I picked her up, kissing her. When we pulled apart, I gave her my ring and heart.
Shaking the best memory of our tour aside from tasting Andy for the first time, I answered Cars. “Is Andy okay?”
He let out a sigh. Not a frustrated one, but one where he knew my worries were unfounded. “Yes, Mads. What’s making you anxious?”
“We haven’t set a wedding date,” I admitted, thinking that was where the unease started. “What if she changes her mind?”
“She won’t,” he stated, his voice sure and absolute.
“How do you know?”
“She talks about you constantly, she loves you,” he reassured, and I let out a heavy breath.
“You’re right.”
“I know. Now go treat your woman like the fucking queen she is, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Oops,” he let out. “My bad. Don’t tell her I told you.”
Calmness hit me and it settled. She was sneaking around and being quiet because she was doing some surprise shindig. I laughed, letting the anxiety ease out of me.
“See you soon, Cars.”
“Love you, Mads. You big oaf.”
“Love you too, dick.”
“I do love di—” I hung up before he got the word out, knowing he’d be a pain in the ass about his sarcasm.
***
I took a long shower, allowing every muscle of mine to loosen and prepare for visitors. While I’d grown and adapted a lot since Andy entered my life again, bringing others with her, I still got overwhelmed easily, especially when they reached out for me.
Even with Cars, the ick came from time to time.
It killed me.
A tap on the shower door broke my reverie. We met in the showers too often, her favorite foreplay was reliving our first true taste of taboo.
Right now, she eyed me with love, an expression she wore often. Her eyes blinked at me, slowly, seductively, but if what Cars said is accurate, time wouldn’t exactly be on our side.
“Little demon,” I whispered, mesmerized as she slid off her nightie. Andy—on our days to relax—wore next to nothing. Her body was mine for the taking and I took advantage every chance I got.
Putting her dainty fingers to my lips, she hushed me. Her eyes devoured me, and before she came under the warmth of the water, her nipples pebbled.
I’d never get used to her naked, the way her body was soft and curvy, perfect in every way. Removing her fingers, she stood on her tiptoes, attempting to reach for my mouth.
Smirking at the pout because of her lack of success, I bent, allowing her access. She did a little butt shake in happiness, biting my bottom lip.
My hand automatically went to cover her throat, becoming her favorite piece of jewelry. Rotating us so she wasn’t under the direct spray, I pressed her against the wall.
Water pelted my head, but I leaned in, stealing her oxygen like she does to me time and time again.
“Merry Christmas, little demon.”
She nipped at my chin, reaching for my cock in the next moment. I let her, gave her that semblance of control.
“I know what I want for Christmas,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over in that lust-filled daze.
Thinking of the grand piano I bought her, the one hiding in the second garage, I knew she wasn’t prepared for that, so I indulged her wishes.
“What’s that?”
I thought of her ring finger and how it looked wrapped around my cock, and couldn’t resist taking a peek down at her.
“I want to finish what we started,” she commented, tipping my chin from her grip. Her eyes devoured me in the most seductive way.
“And where did we leave off?” I asked, breathless, seeing the way she bit her lip with nervousness. She didn’t answer, but instead, tried rotating, forcing my hand to let go of her throat. Pressing her chest against the tile, she pushed her ass against my throbbing cock, rubbing shamelessly.
“Merry Christmas, Madden,” she whispered huskily, shimmying outward, seeking friction. Without coercion, I lowered behind her.
Spreading her, I pressed my tongue against her hole and got the cake I’d been wanting for weeks.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Bésame Mucho – Andrea Bocelli
Andy
His tongue brushed against my hole, pressing until it penetrated me. I groaned, pushing against him. I didn’t even need him to stimulate my clit, I’d come many times from his mouth on my ass.
He pressed me into the wall more, using one palm to flatten my chest against it and the other to wrap under me, entering my pussy without remorse.
The first thrust inside me had my legs shaking, there was so much tension wound inside me. I’d been keeping a big secret from Madden.
I’d be making him a daddy.
It was something I planned telling him ages ago, but somehow, waiting until I knew the gender and giving him that for Christmas seemed so much sweeter somehow.
“Need to fuck you,” Madden growled, slapping my ass. “Need to be inside your ass, Andy.”
Andy. It took me a while to appreciate the way he said it as if he was starved for it. Now, I could hear it with the affection and desire just like when he called me his little demon.
He stood up, kissing me. I wrapped my arms and all my soaked self around him. He lifted me. Wrapping my legs around him automatically, his cock bobbed, hitting me as he strutted to our bedroom.
It never got old calling it ours.
We dripped all over the carpet and as he lowered me to the bed, I felt my hair soak it too. He leaned over me, his lips covering my clit. “Just one taste.”
Reminding me of the first time he ate me out, I spread wide for him, giving him all the access he needed to taste me.
“One taste,” I confirmed, and he licked at my clit until I squirmed from desperation. Closing my thighs around his face, the sensations overwhelmed me. He stood, heading to our play area.
Once my heart raced, and I knew he had me where he wanted me, he went to our toy dresser, grabbing a bottle of lube, oil, a lighter, and a candle.