GTFO of My Head

Chapter 8

For the first time since she'd met him, Brady completely let loose once he got on an ATV. They tore through the forest and Maddie had to keep the throttle wide open and risk imminent death to keep him in sight. By the time they followed the guide to the pub and doffed their helmets, she was glad to escape back to their rental and the hot tub. Brady, on the other hand, was energized by the roar of the engine and the speed and spent a large part of the evening pacing, talking to members of his band, his agent and producer.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he crawled into bed with her and urged her awake with frantic caresses and then took her, briskly, fiercely, bringing her to an orgasm that left her sobbing and trembling in his arms as he quickly fell into a deep slumber.

The next day, as was often the case in the rainforest, it was foggy, damp and cool, perfect for curling up on the sofa under a blanket watching old movies, eating junk food and napping. There was no writing and neither of them brought up the fact that they weren't keeping up with that task.

Waking up the following day Maddie once again found herself alone but when she searched the house she didn't find Brady at the piano or in the hot tub. He was down in the studio headphones on, eyes closed. She was about to turn and go back up the stairs when he opened one blue eye and then reached his hand out towards her. She approached hesitantly and as she reached him, he pulled her down onto his lap as he slid the headphones down to his neck. She could hear the music but didn't recognize it.

"Whatcha listening to?" she asked as he hit pause on his phone.

"Some ideas that Ronnie...the guy that will be producing the album, sent back based on what I sent to the Label," he explained. "Do you want to have a listen?" Maddie shook her head.

"I will when it's done. Like when you finish the album, I will totally want to hear it but not while you're in your process," she explained. He frowned and she shrugged. "They aren't my songs...if you know what I mean? They're yours now and you should have them sound the way you want them to and it's easier for me to separate myself from it if I don't get involved in the recording process," she clarified. He seemed to agree or at least didn't dispute it as she tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but he locked his arms around her and held her on his lap.

"I made a reservation at Il Caminetto for tonight," he informed her. Maddie twisted to crane her neck to look down at him.

"Oooh fancy," she responded with a smirk.

"Have you ever been?" he asked, looking put out.

"Not the one here no. I have been to the one downtown, once, with some of my friends," she admitted. "The food was out of this world. I wanted to lick the plate, but I restrained myself," she added with a mischievous grin.

"I didn't want to make it too late, so if you're gonna get something to wear, tick tock," he informed her, giving her a gentle push off of his lap, and then adding a gentle slap on her ass as she got up.

"Good thing I made an appointment to get my toesies done," she pointed her foot at him and he laughed.

"And you didn't ask me if I wanted to join you? I'm hurt," he grumbled but the sparkle in his blue eyes gave him away. She flipped him the bird as she headed for the stairs.

In fact, there was more than just a pedicure in her near future. She had made an appointment in the Chateau's spa for a full treatment, head to toe, followed by an appointment at Bach in the village to find something to wear.

"Well that was a cryptic text," Max replied as he answered Brady's call.