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  “Okay?”

  She nodded. “Love it.”

  “I thought you might be too tender from earlier.”

  “I feel great. I want it hard.”

  “Hold your legs for me, okay? I’m going to try something. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  Oh hell yes. He’d never once disappointed her when he tried something. She nodded eagerly.

  His strokes were deep and straight, and oh so hard. He pulled out completely several times driving her to blissful moans. Her pussy was starting to protest its emptiness. That was why she thought being filled with two cocks at once would be spectacular. Already, her vagina was jealous because her ass was getting all the attention. Adam slipped two fingers into her emptiness and tugged them in and out with the same rhythm he was using to take her ass.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Another finger joined the first two. She screamed her encouragement, rocking with him to work against his hand, his cock.

  “More!” she demanded.

  He rotated his hand and filled her more. Most of his hand—all four fingers—plunged in and out of her clenching pussy. It sucked at his hand greedily, wanting still more. She fleetingly hoped he’d fist her, but before she could beg him to do it, his thumb brushed her clit and she exploded into a million pieces of blinding ecstasy.

  Her body was still seizing with the hardest orgasm of her life when he pulled out, stripped the condom off and positioned the head of his cock over her trembling lips. He pumped himself twice and let go, his fluids squirting into her mouth and across her face. She was breathing too hard to suck the head of his twitching cock, but she rubbed him with her trembling lips, wanting to give him at least a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her.

  He collapsed on the bed beside her. Madison straightened her legs, smiling because she could still feel that he’d been inside her, in her naughty, wet hole. She licked his salty cum from her lips, pleased he’d remembered to give her what she’d asked for.

  “Fuck, Madison. You’re too hot for your own good.” He groaned. “For my own good.”

  She’d never had a man call her hot before. Pretty. Sweet. Cute, even. But never hot. She squirmed around on the bed so she could rest her head on his heaving stomach and traced the narrow strip of hair on his lower belly with one finger. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “I’ve never come that hard before.”

  “I’m glad I satisfied you.”

  “I had no doubt. You never disappoint me.”

  He placed a hand on the back of her head and pressed her face against him. “I do love you, Madison Fairbanks. I wish this night would never end.”

  She wished that too.

  Using Adam as the sexiest pillow in existence, Madison had almost drifted to sleep when the phone rang and shattered the tranquility of the moment.

  Adam groaned in protest. “Don’t answer that,” he said. “It’s probably Shade. He can’t sleep unless he bitches me out right before bedtime.”

  “It’s almost two,” Madison said. “It might be an emergency.”

  She scrambled across the bed and lifted the receiver. “Hello?”

  “Oh, hey there, baby,” a man said in a grizzly voice. “Is my son around?”

  “I think you have the wrong number.” Madison knew for a fact that Adam did not associate with his father. It had been his father who’d gotten him addicted to drugs in the first place.

  “This isn’t Adam Taylor’s room?”

  Her forehead crinkled. “Yeah. This is Adam’s room.”

  “Well, let me talk him,” he said loudly. “I need him to get me something special on his way home.”

  Adam sat up beside her on the bed. “Who is it?” he asked.

  She wasn’t sure how it was possible, but . . . “It’s your father.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Fuck. Why did the old man have to ruin everything? It wasn’t enough that his father had run off Adam’s mother, ruined his childhood and introduced him to drugs. Nope, he had to call his hotel room at two o’clock in the goddamned morning and make his unwanted presence known to Madison. So much for getting rid of the bastard before Madison could find out his toxic existence was back in Adam’s life.

  “What do you want?” Adam said into the phone.

  “Cocaine,” his dad answered in his two-pack-a-day rasp.

  “I’m not getting anything for you. We’ve been through this.” No matter how many times he told his father that he was clean now, the man didn’t believe him. He thought Adam was holding out on him.

  His father clicked his tongue. “What good is it to have a rock-star son if he doesn’t share his prime drug sources with you?”

  Adam couldn’t bring himself to look at Madison, because even though she’d said he never disappointed her, he knew this would.

  “I have to go,” Adam said.

  “Will you be home tomorrow?”

  “Yeah.” His stomach twisted in knots, Adam hung up.

  “When were you going to tell me he was back in your life?” Madison said in her calm, professional voice.

  Damn it. Adam shrugged, turned off the TV and switched off the lamp on his side of the bed. “Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.”

  “Adam!”

  “I’m working on getting rid of him, all right? Give it a rest.”

  “I’m not going to give it a rest. Is he the real reason you didn’t want me to visit you in Austin?”

  He plumped his pillow and stretched out on his side with his back to her.

  “Don’t you fucking shut me out, Adam.” There was no calm professionalism in her tone now.

  “I don’t want to talk about this.”

  “You told me he was out of your life. Did you lie to me about that too? How can I believe anything you say?”

  “That wasn’t a lie. He was out of my life. He came to visit a few months ago and he’s been staying at my place ever since.” He impersonated his father’s grating voice to say, “About time you were good for something, boy. You rock stars have access to all the best drugs. Do your daddy a favor and get me some choice cocaine. Been way too long since we snorted a line of blow together, son. It’ll be just like old times.”

  “So you’ve been doing drugs with your father again?”

  He hadn’t, but guilt clenched his gut as if he had. He shook his head. “No, but he has drugs stashed all over my house. I hope to fucking God my parole officer doesn’t decide to drop in for a visit. The only reason I didn’t do any jail time last year is because I agreed to see you. If they find drugs in my house, I’ll do time behind bars for sure.”

  “Adam, you have to get rid of him.”

  Adam flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He still couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. He couldn’t handle the disappointment he feared he’d see in her gaze. Or the mistrust.

  “Ideally, yes. Realistically, the man does whatever the fuck he wants to do. That will never change.”

  “I could try talking to him. Does he even realize how much trouble he can get you in?”

  “Does he care, Madison? Does a man who shoots up his thirteen-year-old son with heroin as his rite of manhood care about anything but an altered state of mind?” Adam had broken down the first time he’d told Madison about his thirteenth birthday. And then he’d cussed her out for making him cry. And then he’d cried again. It had been his first step to healing and the first time she’d held him. Maybe that was when he’d fallen in love with her.

  “I could turn him in when you’re out on the road,” Madison said. “You wouldn’t be the one to get busted then. He would.”

  “I don’t want him in jail. Has jail ever helped an addict? It just turns people with addictions into criminals with addictions.”

  “I can help him the way I helped you, but you’re my priority. We have to keep him away from you until he’s clean.”

  He sighed. “Madison, I don’t want you to get involved. This is a family issue.”

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p; “That’s bullshit!”

  He didn’t argue. He knew it was bullshit, but he didn’t want her to get involved. He had this situation under control.

  “Adam,” she said, “you had to know if you told me, I’d get involved. It’s my job. No, more than that.” She slapped his belly. “It’s who I am. I have to help.”

  “But it won’t help anything, Madi. For an addict to become clean, he has to want it. And my father loves his lifestyle.” Loved it more than his wife and his son.

  “Sometimes we have to force them to want it.”

  He shook his head at her. “You don’t really believe that. You’re too smart to believe you can force it.”

  She released a heavy sigh. “Will you at least let me talk to him? Try to reason with him. For your sake.”

  Adam rubbed his left eyebrow with the side of his index finger. He always got a headache behind his left brow when he was stressed. “I’ll talk to him,” he said, “and if he won’t see reason, I’ll let you try to gain his cooperation.”

  Madison pursed her lips and then nodded. “Okay. I trust you’ll do what you have to do to get him out of your house. I do know some good counselors in Austin. If you want, I could have someone—”

  “I’ll handle it.”

  Her entire body was tense as she struggled to maintain her composure. Adam knew it was killing her to leave this up to him, but he also knew his father, and the man wasn’t ever going to change. The best thing would be to get him to move out. If threats didn’t work, maybe bribes would.

  Adam suddenly found himself buried beneath Madison and enveloped in her tight embrace.

  “This must be so hard for you, sweetheart,” she whispered and kissed his temple. “I know you were just coming to terms with him being out of your life for good. Do you want to talk about it?”

  He drew a deep breath into his heavy, aching chest. “When it’s over.”

  She rose up on her arms and gazed down at him, nodding in understanding. “Okay. Day or night, I’ll be here when you need me.”

  This. This is why he loved her with every particle of his existence. What would he ever do without her? He wished he’d told her the instant his father had darkened his doorstep. He didn’t have to go through this alone. He had Madison. Madison who understood him. Madison who helped him find his way. He’d never had anyone to depend on before. It was both terrifying and a huge relief to realize that she was there for him when he needed her. “I love you,” he said. “How can I ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me?”

  She kissed him gently and stroked his hair back from his eyes. “You already have. In just three words. It’s enough.”

  He tugged her against him and pulled the tangled sheets to cover their entwined bodies. She switched off the lamp on her side of the bed and snuggled closer to his chest. “I love you,” she whispered in the darkness.

  His heart swelled. If only he could hear those words from her every night before he closed his eyes. She was right—three words were enough. But as her hand stroked up and down the bare skin along his spine, he realized he’d hadn’t yet had enough of her body.

  “That feels nice,” he said. “I hope you weren’t actually planning on getting any sleep.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  A loud banging pulled Adam from a deep sleep.

  “Get the fuck out of bed,” Shade bellowed from the hallway. “We were supposed to leave an hour ago. Are you even in there?”

  Adam reached for Madison’s sleeping body and tucked her against his chest. Nope, he thought. No one’s home.

  “You didn’t have another fucking overdose, did you? If you don’t open this door, I’m calling an ambulance.”

  “Go let him know you’re all right,” Madison murmured. “He’s worried about you.”

  Adam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”

  He stumbled out of bed, his thighs, buttocks and lower back protesting their strenuous workouts from the night before. He stretched as he crossed the hotel suite, not bothering to find clothes on his way to the door.

  He yanked it open. “Did you not see the do not disturb sign?”

  “It’s after noon.”

  “So?”

  “So we’ve all been ready to leave for hours. Everyone is waiting for you. As usual.”

  Adam supposed everyone but him was looking forward to spending a night at home in Austin. “Yeah, all right. I’ll be right down.” He closed the door and rubbed his face with both hands. He wasn’t sure what time he’d finally fallen asleep, but he remembered the orange glow of dawn seeping into the room from around the edges of the black-out curtains.

  “Did he say it was after noon?” Madison said, bolting upright in the middle of the bed and trying to focus on the clock on the nightstand.

  Hair tangled, nipples red, lips swollen, marks on her chest from his sucking kisses, mascara in dark half-moons beneath each eye, Madison looked positively well-fucked. Adam was seriously considering adding another layer to that look.

  “I’m going to be late for work,” she said as she collapsed in an exhausted sprawl on her back. Adam stepped on a half-eaten bag of chips. The wrapper crinkled, and the chips crunched beneath his foot as he returned to the bed.

  “I’m not sure how my dick is even functional this morning, but it would very much like to show you a good morning.”

  She groaned and threw a pillow at him. “I don’t think I can open my legs to accept its good morning.”

  “I’ll just bend you over the back of the sofa then.”

  She cringed. “We have to go.”

  He knew she was right, but that didn’t mean he had to accept it was time for his interlude with Madison to end. He climbed onto the bed beside her and drew her against him. “Just let me hold you for a few more minutes,” he whispered into her hair.

  She snuggled closer.

  His eyes opened and closed lethargically.

  A loud banging started Adam awake some time later. “What is taking you so long?” Shade yelled from the hallway. “There are other people on the planet too, you know. The entire world doesn’t revolve around you.”

  “We fell asleep again?” Madison said in a slurred voice. “What time is it?”

  Adam tilted his head back and squinted at the glowing numbers of the alarm clock. “One oh four.”

  “Shit!” Madison struggled out of the tangle of his arms. He helped her free her legs from the knotted sheet and watched her stumble around the room looking for her clothes. He knew the hesitance in her steps was his doing. Rock on.

  “Adam, get dressed.” She threw his jeans at his face.

  She fought to get her bra in place and then slipped her dress over her head. It gaped open in the back.

  “Where are my panties?” she said.

  He grinned. Right where he’d put them.

  Hands on her hips, challenging glare on her face, she pursed her lips at him. “I can’t wear this dress without panties. All it would take is a gust of wind and . . . ” She lifted her skirt, and he caught a glimpse of her mound.

  His cock twitched to life, drawing her attention.

  “Don’t you dare get a hard-on, Adam Taylor. I’m supposed to be at work in forty-five minutes, and the entire band is waiting for you so they can leave.”

  “What can I say?” He shrugged. “You’re a worthy distraction.”

  The corner of her mouth twitched with the hint of a smile, and her cheeks pinked in a most beguiling blush.

  Adam heard the suite’s door unlock.

  “Thank you,” Shade said to a harassed-looking maid. “I think he’s dead in here or something.”

  “I’m not dead,” he assured the maid, whose eyes widened when she noticed him lounging on the bed sporting a half a hard-on. “Just naked.”

  The maid gasped, hurried from the room and shut the door.

  “I’m so sorry, Shade,” Madison said, holding the front of her dress against her chest with one hand. “We accidentally fell
back asleep.”

  Adam’s gaze drifted to the tops of Madison’s thighs and the hint of her luscious bare ass peeking just beneath the hem of her skirt. She was right about needing her panties.

  He supposed he could no longer avoid the inevitable. He had to say goodbye to the spot of radiance in his dark existence, find out what the fuck Shade’s problem was once and for all and bribe his father into moving to Amsterdam. Or maybe he’d just sleep on the tour bus tonight and continue to practice avoidance.

  Adam tugged the pair of lavender, satin panties from the pocket of his jeans.

  He held them up with one finger. “Looking for these, Madi?”

  She turned in his direction, her eyes widening when she saw what he was offering her. Blushing furiously, she snatched the tiny garment from his hand and rushed into the bathroom.

  “You know, the only reason we even stayed in Dallas last night instead of going straight to Austin is because we all knew how much you need to see that woman,” Shade said.

  Adam’s face fell. They knew? How could they know? “So you should have just left me here to find my own way home.”

  Shade nodded. “Yeah, I realize that now. I keep hoping you’ll learn some consideration for others, but you’re a lost cause.”

  Adam didn’t care what Shade thought of him. “I don’t need a sermon. Thanks.”

  “Julie’s birthday is today. I missed her party because of you,” Shade said.

  Adam’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He knew how much Julie meant to Shade.

  “I didn’t realize,” Adam said.

  Shade didn’t say anything. He just left Adam sitting in the center of the crumpled bed, feeling like the most self-centered asshole on the planet.

  Adam was sorry. So sorry. Why hadn’t he told Shade he was sorry before Shade had turned his back on him again?

  Hands trembling, Adam got dressed. He recognized the craving crawling along his skin. He knew this feeling. This gnawing hunger. This need for something to numb his pain, his troubles, his worries. His father would have any mind-altering substance he wanted waiting for him at home. All he had to do was ask. Take. And he could create the illusion that everything was right in his world.