Page 45 of Hot Route
“Happy birthday, Mads,” he says, hugging me before he drains almost an entire tumbler of whiskey in one go.
“Louis? Tanner, you didn’t have to spend this much. Holy shit!” I say in amazement, with absolutely zero intention of giving it back.
He laughs and shrugs his shoulders like giving this extravagant of a gift is just another day for him. Then again, as Blaze has made me wildly aware of today and many days before, it kind of is. “It’s the least I can do for the reason my main target is back to his old self.”
I laugh, sticking out my hip to support the weight of the box. “I don’t think I can take credit for that.”
“Oh, I think you can.” He winks at me before he gets up, slapping Blaze on the shoulder before walking off.
I turn, furrowing my brows as Blaze takes the box from under my arm and sets it down on the table before grabbing me by the hand and pulling me through the door into the house. He just chuckles as I wonder exactly how much Tanner knows about our situation.
“Come on. It’s my turn to give you your gift.”
I dig in my heels, stopping. “You already have. This dress? The shoes? This wholeparty?This is my gift, Blaze. I don’t need anything else.”
We’re completely alone in the house as he turns, pushes me up against the wall, and presses his lips to mine. It’s not a romantic kiss. He’s not trying to apologize for going against my wishes and throwing this huge party when I said I didn’t want anything. He’s kissing me like he just needed to. Like he couldn’t wait another second to taste me.
I couldn’t either.
He pulls away entirely too soon, placing another quick kiss to the tip of my nose before taking my hand in his and leading me out the front door where a brand-new Mercedes G-Wagon sits, wrapped in a giant pink bow.
I stand there, dumbfounded for several seconds before I can come up with an outward reaction. Unfortunately, that reaction is to run inside, up the stairs, and into my old room, slamming the door just as I see Blaze hitting the landing in front of me. Hebursts into the room and finds me looking out my closed balcony door as the party goes on below.
“Baby,” he says, closing the door, shrouding us in darkness, save for the moonlight filtering through the glass. I hear him close the space between us, but I can’t bring myself to turn around.
“It’s too much,” I say, unable to stop the tears from flowing. “All of this. I don’t need it.I don’t need you to buy me all these crazy gifts, Blaze!” I yell, feeling myself starting to spiral. I’m not really even sure what I’m upset about. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to just having things handed to me that I didn’t earn. Maybe I don’t want him to think he needs to buy me things to make me happy. Or maybe it’s because, with every act of kindness he shows me, I fall more and more in love with him.
I expect him to be gentle and try to talk me down. But he knows me better than that. He knows what I need.
“Bend over,” he commands. “Hands on the glass.”
I freeze, looking back at Blaze with confusion all over my face. If I wasn't staring right at him, I'd assume he had smoke coming from his ears by the anger in his voice. His gaze burns into me, making me squirm from the intensity.
"I swear to God, Madison. If you don't bend the fuck over right now and put your hands on that glass, I'm going to make you regret it. If you'd like to sit down painlessly this weekend, I suggest you obey my orders.Now," he says through his teeth.
I submit, leaning forward and placing my hands on the tinted glass door. He smooths his hands up the back of my thighs, bringing the bottom of my dress up over my hips. My crying has turned to panting as he kneels down behind me, pulls my black lace thong to the ground, and places a soft kiss to my exposed pussy. I barely even register the feeling before it’s gone.
He stands behind me, using two fingers to trace the outside of my entrance before sinking them inside me. My release isalready building slowly as he moves in and out of me. I’m so wet from his dominance already. My body reacts to his touch even when my brain is still reeling.
I hear the quiet purr of his zipper as he lowers it. The sound makes my pussy clench around his fingers as he uses his foot to kick my legs apart. Blaze doesn’t waste a single second, thrusting his hard cock inside me, allowing my body no time to adjust before he’s fucking into me. It hurts, but I need this.Weneed this.
Wrapping his hand around my throat, he covers my back with his body, continuing to thrust. “Do you know how fucking nervous I get every time you leave the driveway in that piece of shit car of yours?” he grits out. “I sit here just hoping you make it back to me in one piece. I’m fucking sick of feeling that way. So, if I want to buy you a new car for every day of the goddamn week, I fucking will. And you’ll drive it. Do.Thrust.You.Thrust.Understand.Thrust.”
“Yes!” I cry out as I begin to tighten around him.
“Good fucking girl, baby,” he says through his teeth. “Now, come for me.”
He stands straight and slaps my ass hard as I do exactly that, orgasming around him as he grunts out his release at the same time.
My legs are shaking as he pulls out, still supporting me with an arm around my waist before lifting me behind the knees and carrying me to the bed. He lays next to me, pulling me into him and kissing my forehead. With that, I feel a shift between us. I wonder if he feels it too as I decide whether or not I should lay it all out on the line. When he pulls back and looks into my eyes, I can’t stop myself.
“I love you, Blaze.”
He gently presses his fingers under my chin, lifting it before placing a sweet kiss to my lips.
When he doesn’t reply, nerves wash over me. “I know it’s crazy and it’s really soon. And maybe you don’t feel the same way I do,” I ramble on, feeling more and more desperate as the seconds tick by. “I’ve been trying so hard not to fall for you. To keep things professional. Nobody gets me like you do, Blaze. Nobody cares for me the way you do. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by saying it first, and before I was sure you felt the same, but —”
“You didn’t,” he cuts me off.
