Temptation

24 - Hero

I crawl out of bed at 10AM, making sure I do not wake Madden. I have to untangle my right arm from underneath her head. Once I'm free, I throw the blanket over her small body which appears looks fuller now than when I first met her. My distractions while she eats seems to be working.

I open the apartment door and DJ is there waiting for me. He tells me that the gym is empty but argues with me about working out. He tells me that I shouldn't workout with the concussion. I ignore his opinions even though he is right. He is forced to follow me to the gym. Only wearing my boxers, I have to sneak back into the bedroom where my girl sleeps peacefully. My girl, I love being able to call her that. I silently forge through my drawers to quickly put on a pair of black Nike shorts and a black under armour long sleeve then meet DJ in the hallway. I double check the apartment door to make sure it's locked then head down to the gym. My workout is later than I normally go so I expect to run into some people on my way down, but the apartment building seems to be empty. DJ reminds me that it's a Wednesday morning which implies that people are working, and their children are in school.

DJ may be my bodyguard, but he also doubles as a friend who just has the luxury of protecting me from screaming girls all the time. He stands outside the gym while I work out. As I walk on the treadmill because I can't do much more with my concussion and I'm too stubborn not to workout, memories of last night surge my mind. Her naked body against mine in the shower, my cock touching her skin and hardening at the sight of her—and there she is. At the door of the gym, and she rushes through. Looking at her face, I see worry. I look past her at DJ, and he shrugs his shoulders, giving me a smirk. He knows I'm in shit. My girl comes over to me on the treadmill and pulls the emergency plug from the machine. "What do you think you're doing?" She asks, her voice stern and I'm completely turned on. I try to come up with something other than I'm walking but she's too quick. "You have a concussion that means no working out!" "You sound like my mum," the words come out sour. "Plus, you were willing to work out last night," I wink. She rolls her eyes at me and she places her hand out, suggesting me to follow her back to the room and I cannot deny her. I take her hand and follow her to the apartment; DJ follows closely behind us.

Once we are alone in the apartment, she is quick to check up on my health, asking me every concussion question she can remember from what the doctor had asked me the day in the hospital and then she gently pulls my hair on the back of my head to check my stitches. Her worry for me is extremely attractive, my heart cannot contain itself inside my chest. She gives me a thumbs up, and I take her thumb into my mouth. The action is bloody weird, but the message is received. She places her hands on my cheek and her soft lips meet mine. A gentle touch that turns into pure passion. When I reach behind her to grab her tiny ass with intention to carry her to the bedroom, she playfully swats my hand away. "No working out," and I sense the sarcasm but also her worry. I plant a kiss on the tip of her nose, as I've noticed she adores and then throw her over my shoulder. Her laughter fills the room as she begs me to put her down; I lay her down on the couch and tell her to sit still so I can make her breakfast. I have a small headache, so when I get into the kitchen, I grab myself a bottle of water. Not paying attention to my surroundings, Madden comes from behind me and lifts my shirt from my body and over my head. Her hands tracing the tattoos on my arms. She whispers in my ear from behind me, "What's this one for?" tracing the tree with the tire swing on my forearm. I turn to face her, and she still is wearing my t-shirt that she's tucked into the front of some skimpy pink shorts she must have brought with her. "This shouldn't be on anymore." I tug at the shirt. "Well that doesn't answer my question." She says to me. Looks like this shirt won't be coming off until I tell her. She moves past me to start the coffee. I grab her waist from behind her, "In London, when I was a boy at my mum's house, we had this tree that had this tire swing. It never had any leaves and every time my mum would be shooting up or just when she was high, I'd spend hours outside on the swing. It was my escape, until she sold the swing for less than 5 pounds to another family just to get herself high." A tear falls from her eyes, I wipe it away. "Do not feel my pain for me babe." I kiss her lips to show her I'm fine. All the years of my mum being high and all the pain I felt as a child is hidden deep under many walls, I built years ago. She sniffles, "Let me help you with breakfast." Thank fuck. "Blimey. I thought you'd never ask. I can't cook for shit."

I kick my shirt that's on the floor to the side and I lift Madden on to countertop. I reach over her to grab two mugs and fill both with coffee. "Cream is in the fridge." She says to me as if she lives here. Although, she is the one who stocked it. I grab her the cream and she pours way too much cream in her coffee and hands it back to me. I take mine black and she takes her's white. We sip our coffee together, her little ass resting on the counter and my shirtless body between her legs. I put my mug down beside her, and run my long fingers up her leg, stopping myself at her mid-thigh. I lean in towards her lips but move past them to whisper into her ear. "Have you thought more about LA?" I can tell that she's rolled her eyes at me. She lifts my head from her neck, "All night. Never thought I could get any crazier—" "You're not crazy." I assure her. My fingers still clenching her thigh. She looks into my eyes with excitement and also fear and she softly says to me, "Let's pack my shit up tonight." It takes me a second to process her words and then I realize that she's fucking coming to LA with me. She's going to live with me in LA. I can feel the blood running through my veins pulsing; this isn't excitement this is on a whole other level.

Suddenly, I'm more attracted to her than I've ever been which I never thought that to be possible. "Let me try something. Stop me if it's too much." She nods her head up and down.

I kiss her and I don't stop. I move my fingers slowly up her leg, going under her panties and I slide one of my long fingers into her, moving them to pleasure her. I remove my mouth from her's to hear her heavy breathing and the moans that follow. She grabs the hair on the back of my head, and I squint in pain, she covers her mouth and tries to get an apology out. In the moment she forgot about my head because of the pleasure I'm causing her. I continue to move my fingers inside her, waiting for her to orgasm on my fingers. Her legs begin to tense, she throws her head back and her eyes squeeze shut. My cock hardens at the sight of her cumming at my movements. She lets out one last breath, and I remove my fingers from inside her. I give her a kiss on the tip of her nose, and I turn to the sink to wash my hands.

She pulls her panties back into place and steps off the kitchen counter. She wraps her arms around my waist, cupping my junk in her hands. I grab hold of her and turn to face her. "Let me be the one who satisfies you today. We have time." I want her to feel the pleasure today, I don't want to take that away from her. She removes her hand from me and hands me my coffee. The coffee is now cold, so I pour it out and fill it up with some more. "So, breakfast?" I say to her. She laughs along with me.