Maddie's Bet: Sex With a Stranger Read Free

body seems to be tingling. It’s starting where his hand is resting and quickly moving to more intimate areas.
    “By me!” This last, very short, very direct statement is said with such authority that both Rocky and I immediately look down at the table.
    “Sorry, Jake…I wasn’t poaching on your territory. I was just making sure none of this riffraff here bothered the lady.” Having said that, Rocky slowly rises and walks away with his tail between his legs.
    He must be at least fifty pounds heavier than Jake. I feel like I can call the man dressed in black that now, even though there have been no introductions as of yet. And even if some are made, only limited information is going to be limited given. He may have come to my rescue, but I still have my reservations, and I think now is a really good time to leave.
    So I start to rise. Jake has retaken his seat and is staring at me as if I’ve slapped him in the face. “You were right, okay! I was an idiot to come here. I need to go!”
    “So that’s the thanks I get for rescuing you? You just get up and walk out?”
    Oh, now he’s done it! “Rescue me? You’re the one who deserted me! Left me alone to prove a point: to prove I needed protecting. Well, I don’t! Not from you or anyone else here! I’m out of here!”
    Again he stops me from rising out of my seat. His hand gently grabs my wrist. “I’m sorry. Please stay for a while. At least let me buy you another drink.” Geez…a hot body and a sensitive side; I don’t stand a chance.
    “I don’t know. I should go. I’m not comfortable here. I don’t usually come to bars like this. I’m just making a fool of myself.” He’s staring at me, I can feel it, but I can’t look at him. If I do, the tears I can feel coming are going to fall and I’ll look like an even bigger fool. So much for my free holiday—I knew it was too good to be true! And where is Sherry anyway?
    “She’ll be a while yet.” Great, he’s inside my head again! “So you might as well stay here. I’ll behave, I promise. Well, mostly!” This last statement earns him a slight grin. “There you go! I knew you could do it!”
    “Do what?” It doesn’t really matter what the answer is. I’ve weakened and looked into those eyes, and now I’m lowering myself back down into the chair. I don’t remember it being this close to his, though. I’m sure that our thighs weren’t touching before. The tingling is so much more intense. And yes…it’s in all the right places! Oh boy! What would it feel like to be naked and…no, no, no! Not going there! This isn’t me, remember! But I suppose it won’t do any harm to catalogue the feeling for later use with my battery-operated friend.
    “You smiled; it lights up your face and makes me want to kiss it.” Oh, here we go. Doesn’t he know I own a mirror? But that’s right; he can’t see that under all this makeup, and the dim lighting helps. The real me is hidden. The real, plain, nondescript me. Great! Now my self-pity session has the tears threatening again. “You don’t believe me,” he says in puzzlement.
    Before I know it his hand is in the back of my neck, fisting my hair, and I’m being devoured. Oh, and what a devouring it is. His lips are soft but commanding. I’ve lost all control. His tongue has already entered my mouth and is tangling with my own. When did that happen? When did I become so easy? Where is my self-control? I’m kissing him back like I won’t survive if I don’t! When did my arms wrap themselves around his neck? I can’t ever remember a kiss feeling like this. I feel like I’m going to self-combust. I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to—this kiss is life! His head tilts slightly to the side, giving him greater access. That’s it, I’m gone—I’m his for the taking! Oh no! Stop! I start pushing on his shoulders. I don’t have the strength, but somehow he knows and breaks the kiss.
    “Believe me now?” He’s looking at me like I’m