Maddie Gets in Trouble

MADDIE GETS IN TROUBLE

Maddie

" O h, um…" I stumble over my words as the waitress sets another hard cider on the table in front of me.

I want to tell her I didn't order another one and that I've probably already had too much, but I don't really want to deal with the uncomfortableness of sending it back.

Elouise gestures at the drinks as a new glass of wine gets placed before her. "I ordered another round when you were in the bathroom."

"In that case." I lift a shoulder.

Elouise laughs. "Cheers to getting drunk."

I tap my glass against hers. "This is nice."

My smile is already a little lopsided, so I know I'm well on my way past tipsy.

As I tip the bottle to my lips, my eyes focus on the cluster of pink diamonds on my left hand.

Of course one wedding band wasn't enough. Axel had to get two, surrounding my pink diamond-encrusted engagement band with even more twinkling jewels.

When I told him it was ridiculous, he said it was perfect. That no man could miss it .

Axel.

My husband.

Just thinking of his possessiveness makes me swoon.

"Hey, Elouise."

I blink at the sound of a male voice I don't recognize.

"Hi, Alex." Elouise greets the man by name.

Okay, not a creep, then.

"Alex, this is my friend, Maddie." She nods to me, and the man gives me a bright smile. "Maddie, this is Alex, the new fourth grade teacher. And his lady, Steph."

I've clearly had too much cider since I didn't notice the woman beside him.

To be fair, we're sitting at a high-top table in a very busy bar, and there are lots of people here. And that's the excuse I'm sticking with.

The pretty brunette waves at me. "Nice to meet you."

I wave back. "You too."

"They just moved here," Elouise tells me. "We'll have to do a triple date sometime."

"Definitely." Alex nods. "But we'll let you two enjoy your drinks. I promised my lady I'd get a martini in her hands before ten, and I'm running out of time."

Elouise laughs her goodbye, but I'm back to blinking.

Ten?

Once Alex and Steph have moved a few feet away, Elouise leans over the table. "Her brother is a professional—"

"Did he say ten?" I interrupt.

"Huh?"

"That guy, uh, Alex. Did he say it was ten o'clock?" I reach for my purse.

"Oh, maybe." She pulls a face. "I didn't realize it was that late."

"Me either," I mumble, pulling my phone out.

Elouise is getting her phone out too.

Elouise's brother-in-law dropped us off a few hours ago, and our husbands are planning to pick us up.

I bite down on my lip when I tap on the black screen of my phone. It doesn't react.

I told Axel I'd call him when we were ready to leave.

"It's nine fifty-five," Elouise helpfully tells me.

I told Axel I'd call around nine.

"Oh dear," I whisper.

Elouise snickers.

I look up at her from my dead phone. "What?"

"I think you're in trouble."

"What?" This time, I whisper the word.

Elouise tips her head toward the bar's entrance.

Slowly, I turn to look.

At first, I just see the sea of people. Faces blurring together under the dim lights.

Then I catch the movement of a man heading toward us.

He's grinning. His eyes are wide with humor. And he's not Axel.

I swallow, my heart rate jumping with each beat.

Because behind Beckett is my very angry husband.

And holy hell , he's so fucking hot when he's mad.

Overheating, I pick my cider back up and lift it to my mouth.

Keeping my eyes locked on Axel's blue ones, I tip the bottle and swallow down the cool liquid.

My husband narrows his eyes, his brow doing that furrow thing. And that, mixed with his salt and pepper hair, his tattooed, barrel-chested body—encased in a black shirt and jeans—make him literally irresistible.

I can't resist him.

I won't.

And knowing his mood, how close to the edge he is, I know it will only take a tiny push to break his control.

Axel's heavy steps stop beside me.

I set my empty bottle down and lift my chin to meet his gaze.

Before he can speak, I reach out and place my hand flat against his chest.

Letting the mischief I feel slide across my features, I smile up at him. "Hi, Daddy."

Axel

This little brat of mine.

Elouise snickers from across the table, but I keep my eyes on my woman.

Leaning into her hand, I lift my own and grip the back of her neck. "Wife."

Her fingers dig into me. "Yes, Husband?"

"Show me your phone."

Maddie rolls her lips together. It's a movement of guilt, but it still goes straight to my balls.

I see her phone on the table, so I grab it with my free hand.

As I expected, it's dead.

"Baby Doll." I lean in close so only she can hear me over the crowd. "For every missed call and text that went without a response in the last hour, I'm denying you an orgasm." I tug her face a little closer to mine. "And Maddie, it's a lot."

I can feel her swallow, the pad of my thumb rubbing up and down the side of her neck.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"You scared me," I tell her what she already knows.

Her expression softens, and she repeats her words. "I'm sorry."

After setting her phone down, I reach into my pocket and pull out a rose-gold battery pack, charged and ready with a mini cord attached.

I ordered it for her last week when I caught her with five percent battery. It's just lucky timing that it arrived today.

"Plug it in," I demand.

While she plugs her phone in, I turn my head to look at Elouise and Beckett, neither of whom is making any sort of effort not to stare at us. "Elouise." She just grins at me. "Nice to see you two. But I'll be taking Maddie home now."

Beckett looks like he's trying not to laugh, but I ignore him and turn back to my lady wife.

"Ready?"

Maddie's mouth opens on a puff of air. But instead of replying, she drops her gaze to the front of my jeans and nods.

I tighten my grip on her neck.

Naughty girl.

Maddie

I quickly put my phone and new charger into my purse and wave a goodbye to Elouise and Beckett.

Elouise tries to subtly fan her face, but I think she's just as tipsy as I am because she's very obvious about it.

Beckett leans down and says something in her ear, and I swear I see her eyes roll back.

I snicker.

"Let's go, Wife."

Axel's voice rumbles through me.

God, my husband is so hot.

Axel holds out his hand, and I take it, letting him help me off the stool.

I waver just a bit, and Axel slides his hand up my arm until he's holding my shoulder.

With his free hand, he takes my purse. "You good?"

"Mm-hmm." I run my palms down my skirt, smoothing it out.

The silver silky material falls back into place, landing just below my knees. It's a bit fancy, but I paired it with a scoop-neck white cotton tank top to tone it down. And I left my long dark hair down in its natural state of wild waves.

I may have dressed up and gone out for girls' night. But really, I dressed for Axel.

Even if my phone hadn't died, and I hadn't gotten in trouble for being unreachable, I was still planning to end the night with Axel between my legs.

And as he leads me out of the bar, with his hand on my lower back, I thank myself for wearing a cute underwear set tonight and not the stretchy shorts I originally took out of the drawer.

I sidestep a man who moved into my path and bump into Axel's side.

He slides his hand up my spine until it's back on the back of my neck.

I sway.

He firms his grip, holding me upright.

But it's not the alcohol making me unsteady on my feet. It's Axel.

And as I pass through the doors and out into the night air, I know there's no way I'll make it all the way home without touching Axel.

Axel

I don't know what the hell that skirt is made out of, but every time Maddie puts it on, all I want to do is rip it off.

She's too close in front of me for me to get a good look at her, but the shiny material is thin and does nothing to hide the way her ass jiggles with each step.

Using my hold of her, I guide Maddie across the parking lot.

As we walk, I take a deep breath of the fresh air.

I knew where Maddie was going to be. I always do. But if this damn woman can't keep her phone charged, I'm going to have to get her a tracker necklace. Or, better yet, something injected into her body.

When her phone went to voicemail, I knew exactly what had happened. But I still gave her time.

Time to realize her phone had died and to plug it in.

Time to realize what time it was and to find a way to call.

Time to avoid punishment.

But she didn't do any of those things.

And when I called Beckett to tell him I was going to hunt down our wives, he said he'd join me.

I felt some consolation seeing her already looking at her phone.

But it was too late.

Maddie spots our car and turns herself toward the passenger door of the matte black Charger.

When she stops, I take one more step forward, pressing my body against hers.

I lean around her and grip the door handle. And the minx arches her ass against me, giving away the fact that I'm already hard.

"Brat," I growl against her ear and pull the door open.

She takes her time getting in, and when she finally settles in, I lean my head down into the car. "You have twelve minutes to sit here quietly and think about what you've done. And when we get home, I'm tossing this skirt up. But I'm not letting you come, Baby Girl. Not tonight."

Maddie

"Buckle up," Axel grits out, then shuts my door.

And fuck me, I'm panting.

Panting.

I swear every word falls out of his mouth and lands on my vagina.

And not letting me come… I shift in my seat. We'll see about that.

I have twelve minutes to convince him otherwise.

Axel

The street outside the bar is empty, and I pull out of the parking lot and head toward home.

The interior of the car is quiet.

Just filled with our breathing.

Until I hear the click of a seat belt.

"What are you—" I glance over as Maddie turns toward me. "Maddison Faye Richards, Buckle your seat belt."

Maddie shifts, then reaches across and slides her hand up my thigh.

I should stop her.

I should.

But I don't.

She slides her palm across my lap until she's cupping my dick.

"Maddie," I grunt.

Her fingers move to the button of my jeans.

"Baby Girl." She pulls the zipper down. "What are you doing?"

Maddie shifts again until she's practically kneeling on her seat. "I'm showing you how sorry I am."

She pulls my dick free of my boxer briefs.

I should be demanding that she sit up. That she put her seat belt back on. But the feeling of her hands on my bare cock is making my brain short-circuit.

"This isn't safe," I say, even as I feel her breath on my dick.

"Better get us home quick, then," Maddie says, then she wraps her lips around the head of my cock.

I look to the angel and devil on my shoulder, needing a voice of reason.

But they're in the sixty-nine position, face fucking each other, so… road head it is.

I slam my foot down on the gas.

Maddie

The car accelerates, throwing off my balance.

I shift with the movement, and Axel's cock slides to the back of my throat.

He groans at the same time I do.

I tighten my hand around the base of his dick and hold him still as I slide my head back up.

"Christ, Maddie."

I feel the car go even faster, and I twirl my tongue around the head of his dick.

"Goddamn death of me," Axel grits out, then he' slides his hand into my hair.

His fingers tighten, causing that perfect pull on my scalp.

I lick the drop of precum off his tip.

He groans and uses his hold of my hair to push my face down.

I suck more of his length into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.

"Fuck." Axel pulls my head back up until just an inch of him is inside my mouth. "Relax your throat."

It's my turn to groan as dampness floods my panties.

I love when he gets like this.

I open wider and do what he says, relaxing my muscles.

But he doesn't shove my head down.

Instead, his hold on my hair loosens.

Confused, I start to pull up.

But then it happens.

The car turns.

We're going fast.

Faster than we should.

Axel should have braked for this turn.

But he didn't.

I grip Axel's thighs as momentum has me moving forward, pushing Axel's dick deeper down my throat than it's ever been.

Axel makes a sound that I'll remember for the rest of my life.

His cock is too big to swallow like this.

It's too thick.

Just too much.

And yet.

As we fly through the turn, I loosen my grip on his thighs, softening my elbows, and I take him a little deeper.

"Fuck!" Axel bellows into the car, and I feel us straighten out.

He grips my hair tightly, pulling me off his cock.

"Breathe, Baby."

Axel

Maddie gulps in a breath.

"You're taking me so good." I smooth my hand down her hair. "So fucking good."

Maddie strokes a hand up and down my length.

My speedometer is telling me to slow down. But the fucking throbbing in my balls is telling me to hurry up.

I press my foot down a little harder, making us go a little faster.

Maddie

I can tell he's close.

I know his tells.

The way his body is tense.

The way his words are barely more than a growl.

The way his cock is throbbing.

I wrap my lips around his length again.

The urge to try and make him come before we get home is too strong to resist.

Axel

Swear to god, she's trying to suck my soul out of my body.

My hand itches to slide down her back, to bunch up her skirt. To shove my hand inside her panties. To see if she's as primed as I fucking need her to be.

But our driveway is in view.

What should have taken twelve minutes took us eight.

Maddie

Axel releases my hair as we start to slow.

We're home.

I give his dick one final suck, then pull my mouth off his length.

There's only one light on above the front door. But the moon is bright tonight, illuminating our beautiful A-frame log home in the middle of the woods.

We come to a stop in front of the house, and instead of pulling into the garage, Axel puts the car in park and turns the engine off.

"Out." Axel shoves his door open.

I scramble to follow.

Axel is already at the hood of the car.

His pants are still undone, and he's gripping his cock, stroking it slowly. "Hands on the hood, Maddie."

My whole body is trembling, and I practically collapse forward, the metal warm under my palms.

Axel grips my skirt and tosses it up so it's bunched across my back.

"Remember, Baby Doll." Axel tugs my panties down my thighs, and the lacy fabric drops to my feet. "No coming tonight."

A booted foot presses against the inside of my ankle, and I widen my stance as far as I can. And I know I'll be disobeying that command.

One hand grips my hip. "You did so good taking me in your throat. Now relax that pussy." Something blunt brushes against my entrance. "And take everything."

I open my mouth.

And Axel shoves his hips forward.

I'm so wet.

So fucking turned on that he slides in easily.

I cry out, my arms buckling, and I go down to my elbows.

He feels so good.

I feel so full.

And I can't resist…

I shift my weight onto my shoulder and reach my hand down the front of my body.

Axel

Maddie's pussy is pulsing around me.

I'm so close.

The ride here got me so fucking close.

I slam my hips forward.

Over and over. Faster and harder.

And then I see it.

Her arm shoved under her body.

And I know she's disobeyed me.

I flex my fingers on her hips. "Are you rubbing that little clit? Are you being a bad girl?"

Her head nods.

I drag my cock out. "Tell me you're sorry."

Her muscles start to flutter around me, and I know she's seconds away.

"Tell me, Baby." I bring my palm down on her ass cheek.

"S-sorry, Daddy," Maddie chokes out.

And when I shove back in, my wife does what she's not supposed to do. She comes.

And she drags me over the edge with her.