Baddest

Chapter 15

You know how guys will brag that they're going to fuck you so well you won't be able to walk the next day? Colson Baker could rightfully make a woman that promise. He will fuck your shit up. I had a few moments where I winced at the aches I felt while getting dressed. It was the best pain though, and that doesn't even make sense when you say it out loud.

Pull up that skirt, I could be the punisher and make that hurt

My outfit wasn't the slightest bit fancy, but it was me. My favorite pair of jeans, and a band tee. It was something I would rock any day of the week. I do worry that Colson may find it boring, but it was better to be myself. I hope.

"Ay, sugar spice? Are you and that gorgeous ass ready yet?" He calls from outside the bathroom where I was getting ready.

I slip my phone into my pocket, smooth out my hair and give my makeup a quick check before opening the door.

"So impatient." I say as I walk out to see him leaning against a wall, texting on his phone.

He looks up at me and smirks. "Oh, and you're patient? I remember a certain needy, whiny girl who I couldn't give my dick fast enough in the shower not so long ago."

My face heats up and I look down at my feet, fidgeting with my hands. "That was entirely your fault..." I mumble out of embarrassment. He wasn't wrong though.

He holds out his hand, which I step forward to hold in mine. He pulls me over to him and lifts my chin, his eyes piercing through mine. "I like you all needy for me, sugar spice. So I'm okay with it being my fault."
He leads me to the suites private elevator. "Security's gonna meet us downstairs, then I have sound check and shit for the show tonight."

"Are you sure it's okay that I tag along?" I ask as the elevator doors open. His arm wraps around my waist as we wait to reach the first floor.

"You know it's my show right?" He laughs. "I'm gonna make sure I send you home happy, so your ass is gonna come rage at my show tonight, like it or not."
I mean, I'm already deliriously happy. My body is sore from amazing sex, I've came more intensely than I ever had in my entire sex life. Yes, Madison was a very happy girl.

"I'm excited to be there, obviously!" I giggle and nudge him playfully. "I'm just making sure it's okay. I don't want to invade your space or distract you."

The elevator reaches our desired floor. "You better distract me tonight. I want to be captivated by that ass. With you in those jeans, I'm already daydreaming." He says as he leads me out of the elevator.

Every woman needs a Colson. What I mean is, every woman needs a man who makes them feel as sexually empowered and as attractive as Colson makes me feel. He says these smooth as fuck things that make me feel like an irresistible goddess, and I love it so much.

Security escorts us to the exit, and would you believe the paparazzi were still waiting there? They immediately begin snapping photos, screaming questions. It's so invasive, and highly annoying. Some fans are there, they're excitement to see Colson brings back memories. I used to be them, I had sat outside a venue after a show many times to just catch a glimpse of the amazing Machine Gun Kelly. Now here I am, his arm around me and walking together.

His fans aren't like the paparazzi, they scream words of encouragement and love. Sure they're curious about me, us, whatever we are. For the most part they just want him to know they admire, love, and respect him. That his music means so much to them in all sorts of different ways. They're loyal, they're family.

Colson makes sure to get me into the car first, then quickly gets in as well. "I'm always happy to see the fans, but the paparazzi always fucking ruin it."