All for Maddie (18 page)

“Sign your name, Whitley.”
Alex demanded, standing up. I didn’t like his tone. I didn’t like him thinking
he could just spring this on me and expect me to just jump through hoops for
him.

“No Alex, we need to talk
about this. You can’t just have papers drawn up and expect me to do what you
say. I need to think about this.”

“There’s nothing to think
about. She’s my child. She’s going to carry my name. I want it changed before
she starts preschool next month.”

“She’s your child? I
distinctly remember being the one to carry her. I gave birth to her. I woke for
the three o’clock feedings. I’m the one that sat up with her when she was sick.
I am the one that
—
”

“Sign the fucking paper,
Whitley!” Alex interrupted my rant with a quiet, angry tone through gritted
teeth.

I signed my name, kissed
Maddie on the cheek, and walked toward the sound of Regan’s car horn.

“Ugh, your brother is
impossible,” I told Regan as I slammed her car door.

“Maybe we should end our
shopping trip with a drink,” Regan guessed.

“No, that will just make him
worse. I’d rather go spend his money.”

That was exactly what I did.
I didn’t
need
everything I bought. I didn’t need the three pair of
shoes, two purses, or the new winter coat. I spent out of spite. I would teach
him. Not really, he didn’t care. He had never said one word about what I spent.
I tried to spend enough to piss him off. It didn’t work. We had our hair and
nails done, and I was home to cook supper by five o’clock.

“I’ll see you Thursday,” I
told Regan after our eventful day of shopping.

I gave Alex a dirty look as
he walked to the car to carry my bags. I didn’t need his help. I didn’t ask for
his help.

“You can just lay them on my
bed. Thanks,” I said, picking Maddie up.

“Let’s go make some
spaghetti.”

“I not wike it.”

“Yes, you do. You love
spaghetti.”

Maddie sat on the island in
the middle of the kitchen while I cooked and played with her. Alex locked
himself in his room which was fine by me. I didn’t want him around me. He just
forced me to sign over my name for his. I wasn’t talking to him. I also wasn’t
looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner at his parent’s house. My dad and Dana
would be there too, and once again I would pretend that Alex and I were this
happy little couple and I would get to sleep in his bed. Great, I couldn’t
freaking wait.

Alex came out for supper and
we spent the entire meal talking to Maddie and avoiding conversation with each
other. I bathed her and put her to bed with a bedtime story before bathing
myself and going to my room. I talked to my dad for a bit and then searched the
internet for online schools. Maybe I did need to lose myself in something,
anything. I would have loved to learn more about what Alex did. I was
definitely intrigued by what he did, but I would never let him in on that
little secret. That would mean spending time with him. I wasn’t that desperate,
yet.

Alex knew I was pissed. He
apparently didn’t care. We never discussed the name change at all, not that it
would have mattered anyway. It was done. Maddie would go from Madelyn Rae
Bradshaw to Madelyn Rae Wesson as soon as the papers were signed by the judge.
It was finished. I couldn’t change it if I tried. We spent the next few days
ignoring each other until Thanksgiving morning.

I bathed Maddie and pulled
the top of her hair back with a cute little turkey barrette, put on her new
dress and little black shoes. She was adorable. I sent her out to her daddy
while I dressed. I too wore a short black pencil skirt with a white, very
expensive cashmere sweater thanks to Alex’s credit card. I dried my hair,
blowing it to part on the side and curled loose curls at the ends. I topped it
off with makeup, perfume, long silver earrings, and three inch black stilettos.
Turning to the full length mirror, I gave myself a snarl of approval. I looked
good. I looked damn good. It was too bad I couldn’t go to that biker bar after
dinner. I’m sure one of those guys was as good as Jaron in bed, if not better.

“Mommy pretty too,” Maddie
said as I emerged.

“Wow. Yes, she is,” Alex
said. “I mean, yes, mommy looks nice too,” he rephrased. I smiled. He couldn’t
cover it up. I already heard the wow factor in his tone the first time.

My dad was running late and
was going to meet us at the Wesson’s. Alex put Maddie in her seat and told her
not to go to sleep. She refused a nap and there wasn’t time to fight with her.
I knew five minutes into the drive she would be out, and knowing Maddie, she
would be a whiny butt for the rest of the day.

I was right and Alex had to
carry her in sleeping once we arrived, both praying that she slept for a while.
Connie opened the door to a spare bedroom off the living room and Alex laid her
down. He had to lay down with her after removing her coat when she woke. He
rubbed her back and hummed while she decided she was still tired and fell back
to sleep.

I went to find Regan who already
made me a drink of something. I was going to need it. I had to sleep in the
same bed as Alex. Maybe I shouldn’t drink.

My dad and Dana got there
about an hour before dinner. Dana joined us in the kitchen while the men stayed
away watching football. Trenton was in and out, but I think she liked the
football game more than she cared about the cooking, drinking, and chatter
going on in the kitchen. She reminded me a lot of myself at her age. She was
quite the tomboy; Regan hated it.

“Hey, Vince,” I said as he
came in for a beer run.

“I’m not talking to you.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because I got elbowed for
checking out your skirt. I’m not looking at you either,” he added, taking three
beers from the refrigerator.  

“You weren’t checking out her
skirt. You were checking out her ass. What color is her skirt?” Regan scolded
her husband.

Vince looked at me sitting
behind the island. He couldn’t see my skirt nor did he have any idea what color
it was.

We all laughed as he put his
head down and walked away, busted.

I absolutely loved Alex’s
family. They were so down to earth and I loved that they made my family feel so
welcomed in their house. It was just too bad that Alex and I didn’t like each
other, although you would have never guessed it. Alex was very attentive to me
the entire day. He was actually driving me crazy. He even went as far as
running his hand up the inside of my leg nonchalantly, while we talked around
the turkey dinner. I moved my hand to his, picked it up, and moved it from my
leg. It was unnecessary, nobody could see him. I didn’t want him touching me. I
was still pissed about the whole name change that I had no say over.

He even wrapped his arms
around me when we were cleaning up the kitchen. I know it was the alcohol, but
I actually pressed my ass into his crotch as he did. I was playing with fire. I
had to sleep in the same bed with him. Maddie needed to be between us. Yes, that
was the plan. I needed Maddie to keep me from the alcohol induced horniness.

It was almost ten before we
left his parents. Regan was drunk and yelling at Vince for something that
happened three days before. I laughed, finding it hilarious, then again that
was probably the multiple drinks that I had too.

Maddie didn’t save me at all.
Alex carried her to bed and put her pajamas on her while I sneaked into my own
room for clothes. I talked to my dad briefly before we all said goodnight and
turned in. I hadn’t seen Alex walk upstairs. I thought he was still with
Maddie. Walking upstairs, I pulled the sweater over my head, leaving me in a
black camisole, my skirt, and heels. I covered my breasts when I opened the
door to find Alex in bed. Shirtless.
Shit!

His eyes scanned my body as I
ignored him and walked to the shower. I pulled my hair back not wanting to wash
it and took a quick shower, covering myself with lots of flannel. I didn’t
speak to him as I crawled on to my side of the bed.

“You okay?” he asked.

Okay? What did that mean? I
turned over to look at him. Damn, I couldn’t look at him. Why did I roll over?

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I
be?”

He shrugged his shoulders and
looked at me with some shitty ass sexy expression. No, not sexy. It was the
alcohol. That’s what it was. He made me change my daughter’s name without
consulting with me first. There was nothing sexy about Alex Wesson.

“I just know how you get when
you’re intoxicated.”

“I’m not intoxicated,” I
lied, the room was spinning, just a little.

“And you don’t have any other
needs that need tended to?”

What? Was he really
suggesting…. No, surely not.

“No, my needs are just fine.
Thank you very much.”

“We don’t have to have sex.
You could just let me take care of the ache.”

Well, hell, I didn’t have an
ache until he said that. I instantly felt the pulsating and the dampness
between my legs. I laughed, it was the only emotion that made sense.

“My ache is fine too. Turn
the light off.”

“Would it make you feel
better with the light off?”

“Alex, you are not touching
me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I think you do.”

“You’re crazy. Go to sleep.”

“Let me see.”

“See what?”

“Let me touch your pussy and
see if it needs to be satisfied.”

“And how are you going to see
that?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I can
tell.”

I was frozen in shock when
Alex came to his knees and removed the covers. I wanted to knock him off the
bed and stop him. My pulsating sex wouldn’t let me. He stared into my eyes with
a look that entranced me. I couldn’t stop him. I even raised my hips when he
placed his hands in the elastic of my pants and slid them down. He smiled, I
wasn’t sure if he was smiling at the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties or the
fact that I shaved.

He stopped looking into my
eyes and moved them to my pussy. My heart was beating out of my chest, my
breathing was erratic, and I just wanted him to touch me. He moved his fingers
around my pubic bone, to my inner thighs, and then to my lips where he softly
ran his fingers up both sides.

“Spread your legs for me,” he
rasped, not looking up to me.

What? I couldn’t do that.

“Do it,” he demanded. I did.
I slowly raised my knees and opened myself for him. I could have sworn I heard
him gasp as he looked down at my very exposed sex.

“You’re wet. I can see it
without even touching you. You want me to touch you, don’t you, Whitley?”

Are you kidding me? He was
going to make me answer that?

“Answer me, Whitley. Do you
want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yes,” I managed to say.
Jesus yes, I wanted him to touch me. He smiled that same victory smile that
almost sent my foot into his chest. That is until I felt his fingers slide up
my very wet slit. I moaned and closed my eyes. Maybe if I didn’t watch, it
would make it easier. That’s what I did. I didn’t watch. I think that
intensified the sensations. I could feel what he was doing to me. I didn’t need
to see the lust in his eyes, or the tantalizing gestures his fingers were doing
to me.

I arched my back and cried
out when I felt him slide a finger deep inside, while he spread my lips with
two fingers. Shit, I wanted to open my eyes when I felt what I knew was his
tongue on my swollen nub. I didn’t. I kept them closed. Son of a bitch, I was
going to come. I didn’t want to come. It was too soon. I wanted to enjoy it
longer. I felt his fingers slide out of me and spread me with his thumbs. He
stroked his tongue from the back to the top several times before focusing once
again on my clitoris. That did it, and I lasted maybe thirty seconds. I grabbed
his hair with one hand and the headboard with the other as I screamed in
agonizing pleasure. He continued to stroke me lightly with his tongue while I
came down, quivering from my embarrassing high.

I was taken aback again, when
he moved up my body. Shit, was he going to fuck me? I didn’t want him to do
that. He moved up and kissed me, intensely kissed me. I moaned in his mouth as
I tasted myself on his lips. Okay, maybe he could fuck me. He didn’t. He got up
and walked to the bathroom. I knew what he was doing when he didn’t return for
at least ten minutes.

I laid there unable to move,
due to the shock factor going on in my mind. What did I just do? I quickly
pulled on my pants, covered myself, and rolled over when I heard movement in
the bathroom, or was that a moan?

 Alex treated me no different
the following morning. I woke to an empty bed and walked downstairs to my
family sitting around the table having coffee. Maddie was sitting on her dad’s
lap eating a bowl of cereal. He smiled up at me, but it was nothing more than
his fake smile for my dad and Dana.

  I poured coffee, kissed
Maddie on the head, and sat with them. We spent a lazy day just lounging around
the house and playing with Maddie. My dad and Alex watched football, while I
read quietly to Maddie on the end of the couch later in the afternoon until she
fell asleep. I think Mommy may have napped a little too. I woke to my feet
across Alex’s lap and his hand around my ankle. My first reaction was to jerk
away from him, but then I remembered my dad and Dana were there. My arm was
numb from Maddie sleeping on it. It felt like it was going to fall off.

 I carefully sat up, sliding
her to the sofa which landed me sitting right beside Alex. Again I wanted to
move his hand that had landed on my leg. I looked over to him and he smiled. I
smiled a what-the-hell smile back.

  “I’m going to take a
shower,” I said, excusing myself. I walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of
juice, and leaned up against the counter. I didn’t like the feelings
transpiring between Alex and me. I cautiously watched him walk right up to me,
pinning me against the counter and his body.

 “Alex, what are you doing?”
I asked. He smirked.

  “I can’t help it. You’ve
been walking around in these pajamas all day, and I know what’s under them.
It’s driving me crazy.”

 “I have panties under them
now.”

   “You’re a liar.”

   Shit.

  “I do.”

Alex didn’t even ask and I
didn’t stop him. He lifted my shirt and pulled out on the elastic of my pants,
exposing my lie.

 “Do you not sleep in
panties?” he asked, looking down.

“No,” I said with a shaky
voice.

 He smiled.

 “Alex, we’re not having
sex,” I assured him.

  “We don’t have to. Just let
me do what I did last night. That’s plenty for me.”