The Perfect Love Storm Page 9

  “Let me taste you now,” she said in a seductive tone.

  Pleased that she was willing, he got onto the bed and lay back and held his little man. When she wrapped her juicy lips around him, he groaned.

  “Baby . . . Oooweee, that is good.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked sexy as ever sucking his pipe. She ran her tongue down his length, and the sensations drove him crazy. “Madison, baby, you look so good pleasing my dick, baby.” Her eyes were closed as she sucked and stroked and slurped on his organ. He was losing his mind.

  It was intense, more so because he had a connection with Madison. This experience wasn’t anything like the countless sexcapades he had shared with his one-nighters and his frequent jumpoffs. She was permanent potential. The way she pleased his dick with so much passion, he knew he’d want that feeling again . . . and again . . . and again.

  He watched her as she gave his mushroom head a sloppy slurp job. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, it was over. He yanked his dick away, and a pool of hot semen erupted from his tip. It was white and thick, and it rolled down his shaft like melting ice cream. “Baby . . .” he panted. “Oh, baby, oh, baby. That was so good. I want you. I want you now.”

  “Don’t you need a minute, baby?”

  “Yes, and that is all I need.” He got up. “Let me clean up, and I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m going to go to the kitchen if that’s okay. I’d like more wine.”

  “Yes, of course, that’s okay. Would you please bring me another too?”

  She nodded.

  He headed to the bathroom, and Madison headed to the kitchen. When he came out, she was nowhere in sight. He looked around for her, his dick swinging as he walked. He looked out the glass slider and noticed she was out by the pool. Naked and sipping wine.

  “Baby, why are you out here?”

  “Because of that,” she said, pointing to his hot tub.

  “Yes, what about it?”

  “I wanna get in.”

  “Right now? I thought we were going to finish what we started in the bedroom.”

  “Why can’t we finish out here?” She got up and walked over to the dial and power switch and turned it on.

  He went over to her. “So how about you let me feel you, and then we get in?”

  “Get a condom,” she said.

  He hurried inside and was back in a flash. They stood kissing, and he massaged her breast in one hand and her ass in the other.

  “I can’t wait to feel you, baby,” he said between kisses. His manhood had risen again, and he was ready.

  They went over to a chaise lounge, and she lay back and spread her legs wide for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and slid in. She moaned and frowned. He stroked her slow at first, trying to maintain his composure. She was tighter than he’d imagined she’d be. Her tunnel felt like silk gliding up, down, and around his shaft, and he pumped harder. He pushed her legs back farther to go deeper and was amazed at how wide she had opened for him. Never would he have imagined a woman of her stature to be so flexible.

  Her body looked good, and it felt good. Chase felt that he had been missing out because of being so damn shallow. She not only felt good to him, she felt better than he could remember any other woman feeling to him.

  “Let me ride you, baby,” Madison said.

  His brows raised, and he slowed. “What, baby?”

  “You heard me. Let me ride you.”

  He pulled out and wondered how that would work. They changed positions, and she planted her feet on the concrete ground on either side of the chair and eased down on him. She bounced up and down on him first, allowing it to go in and out of her. His dick got harder. It felt so good. Taken by her technique and how she effortlessly bounced on him, he grabbed her ass and raised his hips up and down to meet her rhythm. When she slowed and rolled her ample hips, he could no longer hold on to his nut. He exploded, letting out a groan of pleasure. He looked up at her and planted kisses on her breasts.

  She had just fucked the shit out of him, he thought. “Oh, Madison, baby, what did you just do to me?”

  She gave him a soft kiss. “I just made you come, baby.”

  “Indeed, you did.”

  She eased off of him, got up, grabbed her glass, and stepped into the hot tub. He went to dispose of the condom, came back, grabbed his glass, and joined her. He sat across from her, studying her face. She was such a beautiful woman. Her eyes were a pretty light brown, her light complexion was blemish-free, and her high cheekbones and heart-shaped face were undeniably perfect. Her hair was wild after their session, but the cut was so sassy it looked good in disarray.

  Chase’s stomach had a funny feeling that he had never felt before, and it made him nervous. I’m tripping, right? he said to himself. This woman is not giving me butterflies. He had a flashback of her working her hips on top of him, and again his stomach tightened. He slid over to her side.

  “Madison, you’re the one, baby.” Speaking from his heart and in all sincerity, he said, “You are going to be my wife.” He had no idea how it had happened, but it happened. He was falling in love.

  She almost spit out her wine. “Chase, how do you know this?” she asked softly.

  “Because I do, baby. Stay with me tonight.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  He smiled at her and then kissed her before saying, “I’ve never been more sure about anything before you.”

  She put her head down, and he lifted it and gave her a gentle kiss. She put her glass down and straddled him, kissing deeply. That night, they made love all night long, and in the morning, Madison made them breakfast.

  Chase called in to work for the very first time in his entire career saying he wouldn’t be there, and Madison rescheduled her appointment with Marcus. The two of them spent the entire day talking, making love, and more talking and making more love. Since Chase had no other items in his fridge besides breakfast items, they called on Cedric again. Chase employed him for the next three days, and they stayed in, mostly naked, until Sunday. Sunday was they day they parted only long enough for Madison to pack a bag and return.

  In the span of a few days, they grew closer than close, and they were falling head over heels for each other, and neither of them wanted to slow down or turn back. What they had was the start of something amazing, and neither of them ever thought they’d be that happy with someone. Madison never knew she would fall that deep for another man, and Chase never thought he’d fall that hard for anyone. They were both high off of each other and looked forward to whatever they landed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The Storm family was in shock when Chase showed up at the main house with Madison on his arm. His brothers thought he was still playing the role, and his sisters-in-law thought he had been drugged or something. Either way, no one—not even his father—believed him when he said, “She’s the one.”

  The men peered at Chase. “So, you like her? For real, for real like her?” Travis asked again.

  “For the hundredth time, yes. I like her. I mean, I really, really, really like her. I’d say love if I truly knew what the hell love was, but I definitely like her. Not the average like her, either. I mean, I can’t stop thinking about her. I love to see her smile, hear her voice, and deportment,” he said because Damon was the only one still looking at him with a look of confusion. The others were shaking their heads and giving each other a look that said that Chase was full of shit. “I have spent every day with her since we’ve gone out. I mean, I damn near asked her to move in, guys. I want to be with her every second. She is funny, smart, intelligent, and she loves football. She’s not a Cowboys’ fan . . . for now,” he added, “but everything else about her is perfect. Man, she can even sing. I mean, she can sing, man. Blow Alicia, Mariah, Jennifer—all of ’em out of the water. She sang that song to me, you know, that old cut by Alicia Keys,” he said.

  His father and brothers just chuckled as they watched the you
ngest Storm carrying on like a man in love.

  “Singing, Chase?” Lance said between laughs. “The woman sang to you?”

  “Yes, man. To hell with y’all. I thought this is what y’all wanted.”

  “We did,” Damon said, “but we are still not convinced. We’ll continue to play this little game with you, li’l bro. We just want to see if you keep it up. I mean, it’s only been a few days.”

  “Yes, and in a few days, I feel like this. This has never, ever happened to me. Y’all know I’d never be out here singing all of this love shit if I wasn’t serious.”

  No one said anything. They just all stared at Chase like he was a project, and that made Chase confused. They wanted him to settle down, and now that he was finally considering it, they thought he was a joke.

  “Forget it. I did this because y’all kept nudging me to settle down. And now that I’ve found the very first woman that I allowed into my home—”

  “What?” his dad cut him off. “You took her to your house?” He knew that was a violation of his youngest son’s ultimate rules.

  “Dad, I’m telling you, Madison is going to be your next daughter-in-law.” More laughter erupted. “Fine, in six months, we’ll see. I wonder if you all be chuckling it up when you have to write my checks.”

  “Checks?” their dad said.

  “Yes, checks. These clowns said if I met a woman—of their choice, I might add—and gave it a true effort for six months—they’d each give me a million bucks.”

  “What?” Legend said. Their father leaned in to get more details.

  “Dad, relax,” Lance said. “It’s just a little wager. Chase won’t make it; we’re sure of it.”

  “Yes, this thing he’s doing isn’t convincing anybody. I give him another month, and he’ll fold,” Travis said and took a swig of his beer.

  “I give him another week. That itch is going to need to be scratched, and poor Chase will be on the prowl again,” Lance said.

  Chase grinned. “You are wrong. I already had an itch, and Madison’s been scratching it every single damn day—and night—since last Wednesday.”

  The laughter ceased.

  “You didn’t,” Travis said. All had disbelieving eyes, staring at him.

  “I did as I said, and you idiots don’t believe me. I’m feeling her. She’s a good girl. She’s the remedy to my promiscuity.” Chase’s tone was serious, but the other men didn’t seem like they were buying it.

  Their dad broke the silence. “Hell, I’m in. I’ll match each million if that means you will take time to get to know this girl. However, I want to up the ante a little.” The four guys turned to their dad. “I’ll match each million if there is a wedding that follows. Meaning, if after six months you’ve won, and you and Madison make it to that altar, I’ll give you three million for a wedding gift.”

  Chase looked at his father and then each of his brothers. “It’s on, because as I said—and have been saying since I walked through that gate—Madison is the one, so you guys may want to secure my money now, because in six months, I’ll have you three losers’ money, and, Dad, I’ll expect my check no later than the reception. Now, I’m going to get me another beer while you losers talk about me behind my back.”

  Chase went inside to the fridge and grabbed another beer and made sure he stopped and kissed Madison and whispered something in her ear to make her smile before he went back out to rejoin the men.

  “Wow, you’re grinning hard. What sweet nothings did he whisper in your ear?” Deena asked.

  “None of your business.” Madison blushed as she diced the tomatoes. The women were preparing dinner while the men did what they usually did if they weren’t grilling—nothing. Madison was on salad duty, while each of the other women tended to a different dish.

  “Come on, Madison, you have to share. In this circle, we tell it all,” Gina laughed.

  “No, I can’t say what he said,” she giggled.

  “Don’t be afraid to speak in front of me, chile,” Chase’s mother said. “This is the safe zone, and with the Storm men, there are always hot topics up in this kitchen.”

  Madison blushed. No way could she repeat what Chase said about licking her until she “came like an ocean.” She continued to hold back. “I can’t.”

  “Look, Miss Madison, you are the first and only woman who has shared this kitchen with us that is attached to Chase. Now spill!” Tasha demanded. “We want to know what he said.”

  Madison eyed the women, all waiting. Her heart raced. She took a big gulp of her wine. “He said he wants to lick me until I come like an ocean,” she blurted with her eyes locked on the tomatoes she was dicing.

  “Oh, I remember those nights of being licked until I couldn’t move,” Gina said.

  “Shit, remember? What happened to those nights?” Deena asked. “Travis still does that and, boy, does he do it so well.”

  “I’m not saying that Lance doesn’t anymore, just not as often or as long as he used to. Hell, we be trying to get all we can get in before one of the kids come crying at the door,” she laughed.

  “That’s your fault, Gina,” Tasha added. “I told you from day one to put your babies in a crib in their own room. All that sleeping with you only gets worse, and you’ll never get it in with kids that can’t sleep in their own damn beds.”

  “I know that’s real,” Chase’s mother agreed and then sipped her wine. “Never did one of our boys sleep in our room. As they got older, we’d make sure there was a friend, relative, coach, or somewhere they could be on the weekends, so Legend and I could have the house to ourselves. Girl, back then, we’d stay naked the entire weekend. And when we finally got Chase off to college and them blue pills were invented, we would lock ourselves up in this house and screw all over the damn place,” she shared, and they all roared with laughter. “I’m serious, and still to this day, we get it going. It may take a little longer to get it warmed up, but it be damn sho’ hot by the time we get to it.”

  The girls were rolling by now. They were slapping high fives and clanking glasses and enjoying the conversation of love, marriage, and sex.

  After a while, Deena asked. “So, do y’all think Chase has really changed? I mean, Madison, no offense, but we never thought a woman could hog-tie that one.”

  “Well, I don’t know, Deena. We just started dating. Things are still new and good. He seems genuine enough to me, though. All this talk about him being a dog and a player, I just can’t wrap my head around it, because with me, he’s romantic, gentle, and attentive.” She smiled, gazing off.

  “Let’s hope it’s not an act. I mean, my brother-in-law is sweet in so many ways, but he and commitment do not live in the same space.”

  “Well, I don’t know what to make of it, ladies. Like, can you guys tell me something good or something positive about him? I’m always reminded of this ‘stranger’ you speak of, but Chase isn’t like that with me.”

  “Yes, ladies. Come on, be nice. This is my son we’re discussing. I’ve never defended any of my children, but I’ve always wondered when he’d meet someone like you. Don’t let them scare you, Madison. Chase has the potential of being just as great as his father and his brothers. It just took him a lot longer to come around. My other sons had a little dog in them too. I used to stay on them about finding a wife, and they just happened to find my beautiful daughters-in-law before they turned thirty.

  “Chase . . . It just took him a little longer to want to settle down, and if he is treating you well, don’t let what everyone else say stop you from getting to know him; just don’t be a fool. If he starts to act up, kick his ass to the curb,” she said. They all laughed.

  “I guess you’re right, Mom,” Tasha said. “Maybe he has decided to settle down, and if not with you, Madison, I hope this is a start for him because that playa—” She stopped when the guys walked in. They all approached their woman, and as a team, they all grabbed them by the waist, gave soft kisses, and barked that they were hungry. Mrs. Storm threw
them out of her kitchen, instructing them to wash up because dinner would be on the table soon. All smiles at the Storm table as they watched Chase and Madison closely. The brothers still shook their heads and didn’t believe that Chase was genuine. They knew he was a fraud.

  The women were suspicious too and wondered how long it would take before he broke Madison’s heart. They all departed, and every Storm man made love to his woman that night, including Legend. The women dozed off in their man’s arms with smiles on their faces, and each of them knew they were lucky to have them.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Three months later, Chase and Madison were still going strong. The salon renovations were just about done, and only a few minor details needed to be finished.

  “Baby, this is nice,” Chase said. “It turned out so well.”

  “It is, isn’t it? I can’t wait until the grand opening, baby. I’m so excited.”

  “You should be. You’re going to have a successful place here.” His phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket. Madison got a glimpse at his screen and saw it was Hope.

  Again.

  “I thought you told her to stop calling you after business hours, Chase?”

  “I did. Hold on.” He stepped away. Madison rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Hope Gardener was a problem for her, but not for her man, apparently, because he wasn’t doing anything about the damn after-hours calls.

  Madison went over to the laundry area and went back to opening boxes of towels and putting them in the cabinets that hung over the bowls. A minute or two later, Chase came back.

  “What was it this time?” she asked. “I mean, I know you’re in charge of the budget for her and her family’s new car lot, but it’s getting out of hand, Chase. You don’t want me to handle it.”

  “Excuse me?” he asked with a brow raised.

  “You heard me,” Madison snapped and grabbed the box cutter to open another box.