Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

Once she was inside, he grabbed her chin and gave her one more kiss. “You know where to find me.”

Confused, aroused, and frustrated, Madison drove carefully back to her house. A mile out of town, she saw lights in her rear view mirror. Dread weighed down her spirits as she pulled her vehicle to the side of the road.

Tom’s vehicle pulled up behind hers. He got out and stomped towards her. Guilt flooded her as she remembered ten minutes earlier.

Madison rolled down her window but Tom yanked her door open. He leaned over her, caging her body in as he looked down at her so she saw his anger shining bright in his eyes.

“Enjoy the rest of the party?” he taunted.

“I…”

She didn’t get any further as his mouth swooped down on hers. The kiss was brutal and so were the hands that held her head to him. As his tongue invaded her mouth, Madison tried to fight, telling herself it was wrong, but she couldn’t fight her or him. She wanted him too. Her body and mind wouldn’t cooperate, and she kissed him back just as forcefully.

He growled in the back of his throat and nipped her bottom lip. She tasted blood before his mouth covered hers again.

His hand travelled up the inside of her thigh, and she tried to open her legs farther, but she still had her seatbelt on. When his fingers pushed against her sex through the material, her hips bucked.

He laughed against her mouth before his hands reached the seatbelt. He released the seatbelt before he unhooked her pants with only two fingers. He pushed the material aside until he was touching her wet bare mound.

The first touch of his fingers had her gasping and moaning as his mouth lowered from her mouth to her neck. He quickly penetrated her throbbing pussy, causing her to grab his arms and throw her head back.

How long had it been since someone had touched her? She couldn’t remember, couldn’t think, as Tom’s fingers plunged in and out in short strokes.

Her body tightened as her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. “Tom…”

His mouth left her neck and returned to hers. He thrust his tongue inside matching the same tempo as his fingers.

Pulling and grabbing at him, Madison let him finger fuck her until she exploded. Her climax came hard and powerful, making her cry out his name over and over.

Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her.

“You’ll only come for me Madison, do you hear me?”

She nodded, drained and spent.

He removed his hand from her pants and brought it to his mouth. As he licked his fingers clean, his eyes held hers. “Drive carefully,” he warned before shutting her door and stomping back to his own car.

Madison sat in her truck, her breathing laboured and tears stinging her eyes. What in the hell was she going to do now?

Madison woke up tired and cranky. Dreams of Dante and Tom had followed her all night. She was with one then the other, or she’d be with Dante and he’d turn into Tom. A headache throbbing in her temple caused her to get up to take two aspirins and make a pot of strong coffee.

The dogs scratched at the door, and she opened it, letting cold air in. They took off, snow flying under their feet as they ran into the woods. Madison laughed and watched her babies. They could always bring a smile to her face.

Leaving the door cracked, she paced restlessly and waited for the coffeepot to fill. The first sip relaxed her shoulders, and by the time the first cup was gone, her headache had dulled.

After refilling the cup, she stepped in front of the big picture window and looked over the snow covered ground.

Belle came bounding out of the woods. Taz quickly jumped her, sending her rolling in the cold white mess. The two played-jumping on each other’s backs, chasing, and wrestling. Finally tired, they started back towards the house. Before they reached the stairs, their ears perked up and they ran back into the woods, barking.

Madison stuck her head out the door and called them back, but they ignored her and went farther into the trees. Sighing, she pulled on her snow boots and jacket over her pyjamas.

Continuing to call her dogs, Madison followed their tracks deep into the woods. She found them circling and sniffing footprints in the snow. Madison frowned at them, feeling her temper raise.

There was no hunting in these woods. She would have to call Tom and have him check them out to make sure traps weren’t set. She’d go crazy if one of her dogs got caught in a trap from illegal hunting.

Thinking of calling Tom brought flashes back of last night. His mouth on hers and his hands in her pants on the side of the road. What had they been thinking?

Madison could only contribute her behaviour to going without sex for too long. She’d decided that was what was messing with her-not the two men. You couldn’t have the exact feelings for two different men. Angie was right; she needed to get laid.

Whistling, she got the dogs to follow her back to the house. Once inside the warmth and comfort in her own home, she smiled. She loved the home she’d made for herself. Its furniture was worn and used, but it was hers. Her large, open living room had a fireplace that she and the dogs loved to sit in front of. She’d turned the dining room into an office with book shelves and a computer desk. Looking around, she was happy and content. At least with this part of her life.

The ringing telephone drew her away from her thoughts.

“Hello.”

“ Madison!” Angie’s excited voice came over the phone.

Madison looked at her watch. It was only eight in the morning-the store didn’t open for another two hours. “Hey, Angie.”

“The store was broken into!”

“What?”

“Mike next door just called and said the front door was busted. I told him to call the sheriff, and I’d call you. I’m headed over there, but I stayed at Chad ’s last night.” Which meant she was farther away than Madison.

Taking the cordless phone with her, Madison scrambled into the bedroom. She tore off her pyjama bottoms and yanked on a pair of jeans.

“I’ll meet you there,” Madison told her friend before hanging up quickly and yanking an old Denver Broncos sweatshirt from her closet.

With both dogs loaded in the front seat next to her, Madison drove carefully into town. Biting her bottom lip, she worried over the inventory that could be lost. She had insurance, so that would take care of most of her books, but Angie handmade all the candles they sold there, and they had a computer in the back with all their business information on it.

Pulling onto Main Street, Madison could see Tom’s SUV parked in front of the store. Two deputies were outside the store when she parked. She left the truck running as she hurried towards the store to get a look at the damage.

Deputies Kyle and Greg looked at her as she approached. They sent her small smiles, which she tried to return.

Madison took a deep breath before walking through the door that had all the glass broken out. The lights inside were on and Tom knelt in front of a display case that had been smashed.

He turned when he heard her walk inside. “ Madison.”

She took in the mess. Books were knocked off the shelves. The snow had ruined the ones by the door. Glass was everywhere, and it looked like every candle in the place had been smashed. All the display cases had been either opened or broken.

Tears pricked at the back of her eyelids as she had the overwhelming feeling of being violated.

Tom stood and walked towards her with long strides. His expression was fierce as he reached her and held her arm. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, still studying all the damage.

“Maybe you should wait in your truck,” he offered.

“No. No. I want to see.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears.