Chapter Twenty-Eight Jaxson

T hanksgiving. A time of year I used to detest, but after the last six weeks with Madison, the idea of family and being with someone doesn’t seem as bad as it used to. Though regrettably, my relationship with my parents hasn’t improved at all. And every time I get pissed about something my mother says or how she acts when I make an attempt, Madison finds a way to correct my mood. Who knew Madison could give head the way she does? There’s no way in hell anyone would be able to stay mad at her with that mouth.

The moment we pull up to Mrs. Kendall's home—after an urgent request by Kylie for everyone to get together—I contemplate what it would be like to have a home like this with Madison. A thought that had recurrently crossed my mind over the past few weeks. Every moment spent with her causes me to like the idea more and more.

I mean yes, we’ve only been seeing each other a short while but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with her… forever .

Glancing over to Madison, I take in the loose curls of her hair that fall down around her shoulder to meet the deep blue knit sweater she is wearing paired with a pair of denim jeans that made me groan with desire the moment she walked out in them back at her apartment. She’s gorgeous, and at the same time so different from the girls I’ve been used to associating myself with.

She has an air of natural beauty about her that makes her stand out in a crowd.

And more so, she doesn’t try to be someone she isn’t.

“Oh look, there’s Sam!” Madison says excitedly as she opens the car door. “Sam!”

Sure enough, Sam and Asher step out of a blue sleek rental car. Their eyes find us quickly as Sam smiles and makes her way towards Madison. Arms wide open as the two women embrace causing me to let out a sigh of irritation.

I should have known that what Madison and I had wasn’t going to stay quiet for long. It only took a week before Sam knew and then Asher was texting me. Thankfully though, it’s where it stopped. It isn’t that I’m ashamed to have people know that I’m seeing Madison. It’s just that I don’t want what happened to Sam and Asher… to happen to us.

The thought of having a media frenzy on our hands isn’t something that interests me. I don’t want to share Madison with anyone just yet. I want us to be able to have time to enjoy ourselves without all the attention.

Stepping out of the car, I join Madison, Sam, and Asher on the sidewalk where they stand talking. Asher’s eyes meet mine as a small smile crosses his lips. “Hey, man. Looking good.”

He clasps my hand and brings me in for a quick hug before pulling back. “You as well. How’s everything been going with the season?”

“Oh, you know…” he shrugs. “Same shit, different day.”

“I bet.” I reply, turning to see Knox standing at the front door staring at us. “Knox.”

Madison and Sam turn to face Knox as he steps out the door towards us. “About time you guys got here. Dante keeps putting me to work, having me help him set shit up. ”

“Set things up?” Sam remarks as she takes Madison’s hand and the two women enter the house leaving me, Knox, and Asher out front.

“Well, that’s one way to get rid of them.” Asher chuckles, shaking his head.

“Careful, Ash. If Sam heard you… she’d have your balls.” I reply with soft laughter. Watching as his eyes widen slightly as he turns to me.

“And someone else already has yours dangling around her neck from a chain.”

At his words, I notice Knox’s brows raise slightly as his lips turn up into a small smirk. But I don’t give him a chance. Clearing my throat, I shove my hands into the front pockets of my slacks.

“Better not keep them waiting…”

Asher laughs as I walk past him and Knox, making my way into the house just as Madi and Sam had. The last thing I want to do is go into details with anyone about my private life, and Knox wouldn’t let something like that go. Not that he probably will let the comment Asher just made either.

The moment I step inside, I’m blown away by the finished changes. The house isn’t completely done, but from what I can tell… Kylie is. Every single room a shade of various colors while murals of our town and other aesthetics littered the walls. “Oh, wow…”

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

Turning to my left, I spot Dante standing in the doorway of the garage with a glass of something in his hands and a smile on his face as he admires the work Kylie had done. “She really is. She’s done amazing work with this place… Mrs. Kendall would be proud to see it.”

His eyes meet mine with a slight nod. “Indeed. Wait till you see what she’s going to reveal to you guys today. Come on, the girls are in here.”

Following him into the garage, I catch sight once more of Madison. The laughter escaping her throat as she talks with Sam and Kylie is captivating. Hell, everything about her is, honestly.

It’s like she has a natural glow of happiness that radiates off her, infecting everyone in the vicinity.

“Hey you.” I whisper softly in Madison’s ear as I take a seat next to her. Her eyes meet mine as a smile spreads across her lips.

“Bout time you joined us. ”

Kylie stands making her way towards a covered painting within the middle of the room, clear hesitation in her face as she takes deep breaths.

“Kylie, you’re a great artist,” Sam says, grinning. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll love it.”

So, we’re here for a painting? Would have rather stayed in bed with Madison.

“Is it another dick pic?” Madi asks hopefully, her eyebrows raising as she gently shoulders Sam, whose eyes are wide. “You know which one I’m talking about, right?”

What the fuck?

What fucking painting is Madi talking about? And why is she excited over another man’s dick? The jealousy that slowly bubbles within the pit of my stomach isn’t new. I’d felt the same way when I saw her leave with that one guy on a date from her bakery.

However, Sam doesn’t make me feel any better when she nods with laughter. “The guy is ripped and lying naked in bed except for the sheet partially covering his giant—”

“Madison, please!” Kylie exclaimed, looking absolutely mortified. Though I don’t miss the smug look that crosses Dante’s face. Which tells me everything I need to know.

The painting was Dante. That’s fucking nice .

“Whatever,” Madi shrugs, catching me off guard as I furrow my brows. “I tried to get her to sell it, but she won’t budge. And she won’t tell me who the model is either! His face is hidden so I can’t tell, but who cares? I mean, the man has the body of a God, that’s all I need to know.”

For emphasis, Madi clutches her neck in mock ecstasy. The whole conversation finally crosses a line that forces me to still before getting up from my seat. “Excuse me.”

If I didn’t leave, I was bound to explode. The fact that the woman I’ve literally spent the last six weeks with is acting that way—and over a painting that’s actually modeled after Dante—is ridiculous. What… am I not good enough for her?

The moment I step into the hallway, I hear her remark to the others.

“Chefs don’t like to hear someone praise another chef.”

You’re fucking damn right .

And the fact she doesn’t even seem to think something like would bother me makes me wonder if perhaps I’m rushing things. Though, if I am perhaps I need to come across a little clearer for her.

Because there’s no way in hell I’m fucking letting some nobody take her away.

The small realization that filming is about to conclude and I’m going to have to go back to New York, nags at the back of my mind. I’d managed, with Travis’ help, to get a new manager into the restaurant that Eric was bringing down. But the problem was, they couldn’t do everything alone.

And leaving Madison here… isn’t an option.

I have to convince her to come with me.

The plan is to be in the city for the Christmas holidays. With the relaunch of Charcuterie Bar and Grill on New Year's Eve, as well as a few events around the holiday time that require my attention. Like the wedding of the Mayor’s daughter. My company was supplying the food for the reception which was taking place in my main restaurant, Skyline. And the last thing I want is another bad review because I’m not there.

“Jaxson?” Madi’s soft voice pulls me from my thoughts as I turn to see her walking towards where I was standing by the car. “Why did you leave?”

“I didn’t feel like listening to you boast about how much you want another man.”

As much as I wanted to tell her the painting was Dante. Part of me doesn’t think she realizes it, which makes it sting slightly less.

“Are you being serious?” she spits out, her mouth wide as she stares at me with disbelief. “It was just a painting.”

Stepping towards her, my hand comes around her throat as I pull her towards me. “I don’t give a shit if it’s just a painting. The only cock I want you thinking about is mine.”

“Jaxson—” she whispers as I stare down at her. “It was a joke…”

Tilting my head to the side slightly, I can’t help the smirk that falls across my lips. “Really? Just a joke.”

“Yes… are you jealous?”

Is she seriously asking me that ?

“I don’t get jealous.” It’s a lie. I do get jealous there’s just no way in hell I’ll admit that to her.

Letting my gaze slide quickly to the house, I ponder over the current situation Madison and I are in. If she really wants to think about another man and the length of his cock then perhaps she will have interest in one down her throat. “Get in the car.”

“What?”

“I said…get in the car.” I reply, raising a brow as she steps back from my grasp and turns to the car.

Walking around the other side, I climb into the driver's seat as she climbs into the passenger side. The door closes as she turns to me, while I slide back the seat in the car before undoing my belt and zipper. “Show me how much you were joking in there, Madison.”

She stares at me slightly taken aback as she glances around outside the car. “Where… here? In broad daylight?”

What the hell does broad daylight have to do with anything ?

“Yeah, why not?” I reply with a shrug of my shoulders. “Live a little.”

The moment she frees my cock and her lips wrap around the head, all I can do is moan in satisfaction as my head falls back and my eyes close. “Fuck…” If there’s one thing Madi knows how to do besides baking, it’s giving head. And the way she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock as she slides her hand up and down my shaft is beyond intoxicating.

Glancing down at her, my cock thick and hard within her mouth, I watch as her head bobs up and down, over and over again, as she takes me in, inch by inch. One hand on the steering wheel, the other slips down to wrap within the strands of her hair. My balls tighten within my pants as I part my lips, letting a soft moan of pleasure escape me as I feel my climax nearing.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it.” I groan. “God, you’re fucking amazing.”

A few seconds later, I can’t contain myself. I come hard, exploding into her mouth as she sucks down every last drop, making sure to polish my cock off in a way that the traces of my pleasure are invisible to see.

When her eyes finally meet mine, I can’t help but pull her towards me, crashing my lips against hers. When I said I wanted her to prove it to me, I wasn’t meaning like that. I don’t want her to think that all I want is sex from her, because that isn’t the case. I want her, all of her .

“You’re amazing, cupcake.”

She smiles softly against my lips before pulling back to fix herself in her seat. Her smile not quite meeting her eyes as she wipes her mouth and puts on her seatbelt. “Why don’t we head to the apartment? Pajamas and a movie sound amazing right now.”

Though she pushes a smile on her face, that might make anyone else think she’s okay. I know her better than that. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replies with a nod. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Grasping her chin lightly, a smile plays across my lips. “Why don’t we go back to your apartment and do something that doesn’t involve sex?”

“Really?” She replies, her eyes widening slightly. “Like what?”

“Like watch a movie in our pajamas… take out food. I don’t care. All I want to do is spend time with you.”

My words seem to strike an accord with her as her smile brightens and she nods. “I’d really like that.”

It isn’t exactly what I would typically do, but for her, I’d do anything at this point. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and every moment with her is a moment I don’t want to waste. As her eyes turn back to her window, I pull from the driveway and start our journey back to her apartment. My hand sliding to take hers with a gentle squeeze as the car sets forth down the road and out of the neighborhood.

Regardless of everything that’s transpired today, one thing has been made very clear to me. I can’t go without Madison. And one way or another, I have to convince her to come to New York.