Chapter Fifteen Jaxson

“ J axson, please…” The sound of Madi begging beneath me as I thrust into her over and over again is music to my ears. A pleasure almost as intense as the feeling of her tight wet pussy wrapped around my cock.

She’d come to me in the middle of the night. Crawled into my bed, begging for me to claim her. Begging for me to make her scream. Her lips wrapped around my cock, bringing it to life before I pinned her to the bed—fucking her into submission.

The sound of sirens in the distance wakes me from my sleep. My eyes shoot open, a low groan escaping my throat at the realization that once again, I was dreaming. Dreaming about Madi and everything I want to do with her. It doesn’t matter how much I try to push her out of my mind, I can’t. She’s like a record playing over and over again in my head that refuses to turn off.

Reaching down, I grasp my hard cock in my hand. Its attention the result of Madi’s gorgeous body flashing through my mind. My hand slides up and down my shaft as I close my eyes, picturing her once more. Picturing her straddling my waist. Her slick wet pussy gliding over my cock again and again and again.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. Coming hard as a deep groan escapes my throat, the mess of my pleasure erupting over my chest as I give it one more slight stroke to make sure everything has been released. My breath comes in heavily as I open my eyes to meet the ceiling.

Why do I keep thinking about her?

The thought is one that has come through my mind, more than once over the last few days. It can’t be a coincidence that she’s in my dreams, can it?

Just as my mind starts shifting to the images in my dreams once again, my phone rings. Part of me hoped to see Madison’s name but instead, it’s Caitlin. “For fuck sake.”

Seeing her name is like dumping an ice-cold bucket of water on my head. The arousal I once had is long gone as I slip from the bed and make my way towards the shower to clean up. If Caitlin thinks for one second I’m going to answer her call, she’s dead wrong.

By the time I finish getting ready, I ponder over what to do for the day. It’s already close to nine in the morning. The idea of seeing if Knox needs help at the house crosses my mind, but then so does breakfast. Which means the bakery, and a chance to see Madison again after last night.

She looked stunning last night, even if she was in tight blue jeans and a t-shirt with her mom’s logo on the back of it. It’s the Madi I saw every day when we were younger. The Madi that loved to be ready for anything, and being practical was how you started that.

Not to say she didn’t like getting girly with Kylie and Sam every now and again. I can’t recall how many times the three of them had us waiting forever in high school for them to finish getting ready.

Without a second thought, I grab my keys off the nightstand and head out towards the bakery. The drive is not as far from the hotel, and the moment I pull up I spot Madi’s car parked in the parking lot. Knowing that she’s here excites me in a way I never realized before.

“Jaxson?” The sound of Allison’s voice pulls my attention towards the back door of the building the moment I step out of my vehicle. Her eyes light up as she places a black garbage back in the dumpster before making her way towards me. “Oh, I thought it was you!”

Madi’s mom quickly wraps me in her embrace, the smell of cookies and bread wrapping around us both as she pulls back dusting her hands on her apron. “Are you here to see Madi?”

Am I?

“Uh, yeah. Actually, I am. I was going to grab breakfast and see if she wanted to hang out when she’s done.”

She gives a wave of her hand as if to dismiss me, before gesturing me towards the door. “Nonsense. Sneak in through the back and surprise her.”

When Allison gives you an order, there’s no arguing with her. I follow behind as she instructs and sneak in through the back door of the kitchen. Madison’s gorgeously curvy body is turned away from me as she vigorously stirs whatever mixture she has in a large silver bowl.

I hadn’t anticipated approaching her like this today, but when an opportunity arises you take it.

“I’m sorry that the time you selected isn’t good enough for you anymore…”

Stopping in my tracks, I watch her. When she moves to the right slightly it allows me to see the phone to her ear before she props it up with her shoulder. “Yes, I know, but unfortunately we work based off the booked times. We can’t fast-track that for you just because your daughter-in-law decided to start the party two hours earlier.”

The moment I come around the silver metal island she’s working on, her eyes connect with mine, widening with surprise as she continues to speak with the client. The extra time allows me to fully take her in. Black and pink apron, leggings, and a pink bakery t-shirt with her hair thrown on top of her head covered by a hair net.

Regardless of how she’s dressed, she’s gorgeous. No wonder she’s been haunting my dreams. And now that she’s completely covered in flour from head to toe… fuck me.

“What are you doing here?” she asks the moment she hangs up the phone. “Did you come to see me… or for my mother’s cooking? ”

“Hmm…” I take a moment to consider, a mischievous smile crossing my lips. “Well, I mean your mom’s cooking is the best I’ve ever had, after mine…”

The sound of a phone ringing disrupts our conversation as Madi groans softly and glances down at the screen. “Give me a min, it’s Sam.”

She walks away, talking casually on the phone as I finally take in the rest of Allison’s kitchen. It’s far from the kitchens I have back in New York, but it’s still something. I haven’t been back here since high school, but I can instantly tell it’s been remodeled since then. Stainless steel appliances, large ovens, and multiple cooling racks. Everything is pristine, though currently covered in flour. And stacks of cupcakes sit cooling on the side table where Madison was working.

By the time Madison comes back, her brows are narrowed and she’s shoving her phone angrily into her pocket. Whatever Sam had called her about obviously has ticked her off. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Shit just went down with Asher and Sam.”

The confusion and worry in her eyes makes my forehead crease with concern. We’d only seen them last night and everything was fine as far as I could tell.

“What happened since last night?”

She shrugs, leaning against the steel table before running her hand over her face. “Sam called me freaking out. I guess the reporters caught wind of things with Asher, and now she and her company are plastered all over the news. Claims that she is using him to bring her company up, and that he is cheating on some girl back in Chicago with her. He denies it and I guess he is flying back to Chicago to play damage control, but she doesn’t know what to do.”

Madison wasn’t lying when she said shit was going down. I know all too well how bad the paparazzi can be when it comes to being famous. I’d dealt with them after the entire situation with Caitlin spiraled out of control. Though, it was never as bad as what Madison was just explaining.

And knowing Asher, he’s losing his shit over it.

“Does she need anything?”

“I don’t know,” she mutters under her breath before her eyes look up and cast towards the back door. “I told her that she could stay with me for a day or two if she wanted, but she didn’t seem to want to go that route.”

“Well, if she doesn’t… you shouldn’t be stressing yourself out over it.” While Madison is a very forward person and the first to usually tell you what’s on her mind, she also takes everything to heart and worries about everyone around her. The last thing she needs to do is take on the burden of someone else’s problems. We’re not in high school anymore. “Sam’s a big girl. She will figure things out for herself.”

She sighs heavily, nodding before she turns around to the mixing bowl in front of her and the cupcakes to the side. “You’re right… I shouldn’t.”

“I am always right.” The comment is laced with sarcasm that causes Madison to give me a sideward glance with a smile.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Now, does the famous Chef Jaxson Rivers want to put his skills to the test by helping me frost these cupcakes?”

I can’t help but cringe at her question. Desserts are the bane of my existence and the reason why I always delegate those tasks out to other people in my kitchens. No matter how good I am at cooking, baking and desserts never turn out well if I get my hands on them.

“No, no,” I laugh, shaking my head with my hands up in front of me. “I don’t do desserts. And you won’t want me to touch them… unless I’m eating them of course.”

The laughter that erupts from her is infectious and brings a smile to my face every time I hear it. It’s like there is a light that shines from her, enveloping everyone around. “Don’t feel bad. I can’t cook anything that isn’t a cake, cookie, cupcake, brownie, or other baked goods.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.”

I hear Allison laugh before she walks towards where we are giving me a side glance. “Ask her what happened to her Ramen the other day.”

“Ramen?” I question, turning to Madison who grimaces as she looks at her mother.

“It wasn’t my fault… Well, not entirely. I pushed the wrong button on the microwave.”

“No,” Allison replies, turning to face her. “You put styrofoam in the microwave and then you hit the wrong button. Hence why I had to buy a new microwave. ”

The banter between Allison and Madison is a wonderful sight to behold. Though I can’t help but feel the small pit of envy filling me at how I wish I had the same relationship with my mother. Before I can even make a comment on Madison’s ramen noodle fiasco, my phone rings and I pull it out to see my agent’s name across the screen. “Hello?”

“Jaxson!” he says enthusiastically from the other side. “I’m glad I caught you. It’s important!”

“What is it?” I reply, the frantic sound of his voice making my brows furrow.

“The producer from World of Foods… He called yesterday and left a message wanting to do a second interview. My stupid secretary didn’t think it was important to give me that message, something I’ll have to deal with later.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, my mind swirling over the possibility of having another chance to prove myself with him.

“Yes, and he is in your hometown… right now. I don’t think anyone expected him to jump on a plane when my secretary told him where you were… unless it’s not really an interview and he’s more so ready to film a show.”

Shock fills me as my eyes go wide and my mouth drops open. Rander West is in Willowcreek!

In a panic, I move from the kitchen towards the main dining area of the bakery. My mind is rolling over what I need to do, and where to find him, only to come face to face with Rander West himself.

His lightly graying hair and piercing blue eyes are staring at me with a wide white-toothed smile, his arms wide open as he approaches me. “And to think I was just coming to get coffee from the best place in town!”

“I’m hopping on a plane right now!” My agent calls out through the phone. “Don’t agree to anything until I get there.”

Though even with his words I can’t process what’s going on. My mind is completely blank as I stare at the guy in front of me. Just in time to hear Madi’s sweet voice come up from behind me.

“Jaxson, what’s going on?”