Alpha Billionaire Series
The Right Choice Chapter 8

GAVIN

I couldn't get her clothes off fast enough-or mine. I never thought Madii would let me swoop in and sate my l**t like this, but whatever had gotten into her, I wasn't complaining. The minute I leaned in to hug her, and I smelled the scent of her shampoo on her hair, I needed her. And when I had laid her down on the couch and felt her lips against mine, I knew she needed me too; she just hadn't known it at the time.

"F**k, I miss you," she panted, attempting to get my fly open. After I let her hands loose, it was the first place they went. And I was elated that she had responded this way. I hadn't planned on this happening, but once it started, I didn't want it to end without both of us getting release. I stood, taking the waistband of her panties and jeans in my grip and pulled upward. She laughed as she fell back, her feet popping into the air as her pants pulled free. She lay there looking up at me as I opened my fly and yanked my pants off, then my shirt. For so long I'd only seen tears and sad eyes, but the lusty way she took me in reminded me of how amazing this woman was.

Madison was the type of woman who could push every button I had simultaneously without batting an eyelash, and she took pleasure in it. Just thinking of the way she made my body feel had my d**k dripping. And it wasn't just how she made me c*m. She did things to my mind, made my heart race, made me forget where I was and even who I was. I'd get lost in her every day if I could.

"Don't just lay there. Take your shirt off, or I'm going to do it. And if I do it, I'm going to use it to tie you up and do bad things to you." Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jo bn ib.com. Visit Job nib.com to read the complete chapters for free. I tossed my clothes to the side and Madison scrambled to free herself from her shirt. She had it up over her head, but her arms were still trapped in it when I wedged myself between her legs. "Ah, too late."

With one hand I held her arms over her head, and the other I grabbed her left breast, squeezing it. She moaned, arching her head back as I lowered my lips to her nipple and sucked, then pinched it between my teeth. The hiss of pain mixed with pleasure hit my ears, telling me she was pleased, and the scent of her arousal screamed at me to taste her. But not yet.

Bringing my attention back to her lips, I kissed her, then took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "You've been holding out on me." I playfully scraped my teeth along her skin while simultaneously grinding my cock against her moisture. I felt it slide around, searching her folds for entrance. "I know you've been missing me. Why haven't you come begging for this sooner?"

A firm tug on her hair made her whimper loudly, her hands scrabbling across my back as she attempted to position her pussy for me to slide into it. "Fuck, Gavin. God, I need you inside me."

"Ah, but I'm in charge, remember?" I deftly wrapped her t-shirt around her arms a few times, ensuring she could not free herself. Then I brought her arms lower, pinning them between us. I kept my grip on the shirt firm.

"Yes, you're in charge... Oh, that's tight..." She winced as I pinned her arms down, but her hips still rolled beneath my body. "F**k... please. I want you in me."

"You'll get it. Just be patient..."

I stole another kiss before slowly crawling backward, keeping my hold on the shirt that bound her arms. She had shaved, her firm clit eliciting a strong sensation of hunger in me. I flicked my tongue across it, tasting the liquid cocaine her body produced. I couldn't resist. I was addicted, diving in and thrusting my tongue inside her. She tasted like salted honey, and the way she shuddered when my stubble scraped along her inner thigh made me grin.

"Fuck, Gavin. Eat me..." Madii raised her hips again, pushing against my face, so I pushed back, sucking at her and stimulating her clit with my tongue. Her body writhed despite how I held her down, until she freed her hands and reached forward. She ran her fingers through my hair and grasped at me, pulling me into her. I looked up, seeing her head back with a lust-filled smile across her face. I could feel her movements around me, her tight muscles, squeezing at my tongue as I explored her.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped her, and I became more aroused, reaching down and stroking myself. I wanted to penetrate her, but more than that I wanted her to feel amazing, so I continued working at her pussy, sucking her and enjoying her juices. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, but I didn't relent. Even as her gasps of pleasure grew louder and more frequent, and her hips pushed harder into my face, I continued.

"I'm going to cum," she moaned. "Oh f**k, I'm going to c*m."

As she said it, I immediately stopped and grabbed her hands, forcing them away from her clit, denying her the orgasm. "Remember, I'm in charge here." I smirked and looked at her pleading eyes. She pouted and attempted to rub herself once more. I gently moved her fingers away with each attempt, knowing she had been right on the edge. Even the slightest breath across her p***y may send her into climax, and I wanted to control that.

I took hold of both her ankles, folding Madii in half like a pretzel, then placed her hands on each of her ankles. "Tell me you're my good girl."

"I'm your good girl." She gripped her ankles and held her legs like that.

I stood up, and stroked myself, looking at her lying on the couch, slippery and wet for me. I stepped forward and rested my dick on her pussy. Madii thrusted upward trying to get me to penetrate her but was unsuccessful. "Who's good girl are you?" "I'm yours."

"Whose?" I smeared my c**k in her juices, sliding it across her tender, hardened clit. She twitched with each pass, whimpering.

"Yours, Gavin, I'm your good girl. Now stick your dick in me, and fuck me, please!"

I pressed myself against her, watching her face as the length of my rod buried itself into her body, striking the back wall of her p***y. Madii gasped as I climbed on top of her and leaned into the thrust. She let go of her ankles, wrapping her arms around me. She gripped me tightly with each thrust, almost gasping. Her hand brushed against my hair, and she kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. She tensed up, and I felt her body squeeze me as her coil snapped.

"Do it, please, Gavin. I need you to cum in me!" Madii moaned, and I could feel the pressure of my own release building. I forced myself into her one final time, pushing as deep as I could go. She gasped as the end of my d**k pushed against the opening to her womb. My o****m came, hot seed spilling out inside her body. I collapsed on top of her, her hands stroking the hair on my head and her legs slowly easing back to a more natural position. We lay there, breathing heavily holding each other, still locked together as we

were.

"Shit, I missed you." My breaths came in heavy pants, my face buried in her hair. She ran her fingers down my back, lightly scratching with her fingernails. We were both moist with sweat.

"I love you," she whispered. I thought I heard her sniffle, but my heavy eyes-weighed by lust-induced giddiness-wanted to shut. It wasn't even that late, but sleep called to me. So, balancing myself on one arm, I pulled out, and turned her on her side, then cradled her there.

I had come to tell her that it was time to make her decision. I needed reassurance that things were going the right direction, some sort of acknowledgement that me standing up for her to my mother was the right thing to do. But this-hot s*x that reminded me how she caved into me and chose me-it was enough to confirm what I knew. She was mine.

Madison reached up and pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and together we situated it across our bodies. She didn't say a word to me, though I could hear her soft crying. Knowing her, she was feeling one of two things: emotional connection to me, or remorse for what we'd just done. I didn't want to know if it was the latter. I didn't want to argue with her.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, she stirred and beckoned me to her bed where we'd be more comfortable. Still not sharing her thoughts with me, I simply held her until we fell back to sleep. My stomach growled loudly upon waking up next to her, so I decided to make her breakfast. Letting myself out of the bedroom, I found my clothes on the floor by the couch and dressed, then headed for the kitchen.

In her fridge I found the ingredients for a terrific breakfast, so I set to work. Bacon and eggs, toast and jam, orange juice, and a cup of coffee-two creams, two sugars-rested on the table when her bedroom door opened. I expected her to slowly amble out and sit down to enjoy a meal with me, but her rushed movements and raised eyebrows told me she hadn't planned on eating.

"Is everything okay?" I stood with a butter knife in hand, ready to spread jam on her toast as she grabbed the coffee and kissed me on the cheek.

"Late for therapy... I'll call you. Lock up when you leave." Madison slurped a drink of the scalding liquid and winced before setting the mug back down and rushing out the door. I stood there gawking, disappointed and slightly frustrated that I'd gone to all the work to prepare this meal for her and she just up and left. Being the loving supportive fiancé was difficult when you craved attention your partner was giving to someone else.

Defeated, I tossed the knife into the sink and began deglazing the pan. The least I could do was clean up so she didn't come home to a messy kitchen. I was about to dump her plate of food in the trash and do dishes when the door opened up. My eyebrows-along with my hopes-raised, only to drop as soon as I realized it was Violet.

"Oh, I didn't know you were here." She smirked at me, waggling her eyebrows. "Had a good night?" Violet meandered into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Looks like you're eating for two, alone?" She peered up at me. "Uh, yeah. Madii was running late. You can eat if you want. I doubt she will eat it cold later."

"Sure, Gavin. But only if you sit and eat with me." Violet slid the plate of food I'd prepared for Madii in front of herself.

I joined her, sitting across the table, but not feeling like eating anymore. Violet devoured the food as if she hadn't eaten in days and I wondered how she kept her trim figure. I picked the food, deciding to eat a slice of bacon. "You know, she really loves you. She's just torn. Right?" Violet spoke with her mouth full, a trait I found to be a bit obnoxious, but as the sister of the woman I loved, I tempered my disgust.

"Yeah, I think I know." The bacon was cold, and a bit too done, but I ate it anyway.

"I don't think you know." She eyed me as she shoveled more food in her mouth. Thankfully she chewed and swallowed it all before she spoke again. "When we were kids, our grandma gave Madii this awful sweater. So, fucking ugly, but it was grandma. She had to wear it. She'd put it on top of some other shirt she liked, and when she got to school, she'd take the ugly sweater off."

Stumped, I watched her eating, trying to decipher what she was saying to me. I couldn't stomach eating any more bacon, so I dropped it on the plate and opted for orange juice. At least it was still cold.

"I don't understand," I said between sips.

"Drew is the ugly sweater, man. Madison does things because of pressure, or obligation that she'd rather not do, just so she won't hurt people she loves. She cares about Drew's family, and I believe she still cares about him, but she loves you." Violet's lips pursed and she cocked her head. "Drew is the ugly sweater she takes off to have what she wants. She's obligated to take care of him for whatever reason in her mind."

As Violet continued to eat, I sipped the OJ and thought about what she said. With everything I knew about Madison, I believed Violet was right. Madison had told me more than once that Drew being in that bed was her fault. So, what if she was staying with him because she felt so guilty that he had the accident, she felt obligated to care for him until he was better?

The plate nearly empty, Violet stood and picked it up. "Thanks for breaky!" Scraping the remnants into the trash, Violet placed the plate in the sink and disappeared, leaving me to my thoughts. I had to replace a way to show Madison that she was not to blame, and Drew's accident was not her fault. She needed to take off that ugly sweater for the last time and stop doing things she felt pressured to do and choose what she wanted.