Cannon (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 5) by Lane Hart (simple ebook reader txt) 📕

“Jesus,” my brother mutters.

“Shut up,” I mutter.

“Well, is Roman right?” Conrad asks. “Did Madison ever reject you other than in the very beginning when you tried to ask her out?”

I try to think back. And the first time I touched her, like really touched her, how she bent over the bathroom counter, wanting me to finish what we started, and I turned her down. No wonder she was so pissed at me that night. And then, after we slept together, it was all me saying we should keep our distance and not fool around again.

“She rejected me hard at first. But after that, I kept putting on the brakes. I sort of rejected her. Twice.”

“So maybe you should at least give her a chance to make up her own mind instead of doing it for her,” Conrad says to me.

“He’s right,” Roman agrees. “Now, what are you going to do to not only make her forgive you for hurting her, but ask for another chance?”

“I wish I had a fucking clue.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Madison

When the poll results come across the television screen at the watch party around eleven that night, I can’t believe my eyes.

I won.

Not by much, but I actually won!

When I do the math in my head, I’m not even all that surprised to find that I only won by four-hundred and eight votes, nearly the same number of people who came to the Savage Kings MC event.

Everything is moving in slow motion as I try to take it all in – champagne being passed around in glasses, me hugging people, like really hugging them, people congratulating me. It’s all great but still feels a little empty without Cannon.

Someone in the crowd bangs a fork against their glass to get everyone’s attention. “To Madison,” a smooth masculine voice says, making me feel so warm and happy inside that I have to see if the voice belongs to the man I expect.

I turn around and there is Cannon on the stage in his usual attire – tattered jeans, his leather cut, and a black t-shirt underneath since the days have been warmer. “Congratulations,” he says when he catches my eye. “The city doesn’t deserve a woman like you, but we’re still lucky to have you.”

By the time he’s said just those few words, I’m already up the steps and almost to him.

“Cannon, what are you doing here?” I ask as he grins at me. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I’m not drunk,” he says. I grab his arm to pull him backstage. By the time we’re in the dimly lit area alone, he’s frowning. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to celebrate with you. I hated thinking of you with someone else tonight, and I never want to have that thought again even if you’re not ready to be seen in public with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You got me off the stage as soon as you could,” he explains, gesturing with his glass to the audience.

“Because I wanted to talk to you without everyone watching us,” I tell him. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in weeks!”

“Harlen told me to leave you alone until after the election. I don’t like him, but he was right. You didn’t need me to distract you from winning. I wasn’t sure if I could do this, if I could make a fool of myself in front of everyone and then have you turn me down. I still had to take the chance...”

“So why exactly are you here?” I ask to make certain.

“I’m here because I want to be with you every day, every night, not because someone is after you but because I love you.”

“You love me?” I say in shock, and he nods. “I-I love you too,” I tell him honestly.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“But just not enough to love in public yet? I get it, Madison, I do. It sucks, but I understand.”

“No, Cannon. It was so stupid for me to worry about what people would think about you or us together. I don’t care anymore! I just want to be with you. You have no idea how much I missed you –” My sentence is interrupted when his mouth comes crashing down on mine.

Then, his strong arm is wrapped around me, and I’m drowning in his scent, his touch, his kiss. I missed everything about him. I want to get both my hands on Cannon, but one of them is still holding the stupid champagne glass.

Cannon quickly realizes my problem. He lifts the glass from my hand and then kisses his way down my body, through my cream-colored skirt suit, until he can sit our glasses on the floor. On the way back up, he uses his mouth again, stealing my breath.

“God, I missed you so much,” he says when he’s standing up again, his lips moving up my neck, to my cheek and then my lips again.

“I missed you too,” I say, finishing my earlier thought.

“And you won. You fucking won, Madison!” he says as he pulls back to look at my face again.

“Thanks to you and the Kings,” I tell him.

“It was fate,” he says as he walks me backward until my back hits a wall. “I needed you, and you needed us.”

“I need you, Cannon,” I correct him as I run my fingers up underneath his shirt and vest. “Just you.”

Cannon

As soon as Madison tells me she needs me, we’re like crazed animals, grabbing and undressing each other. I rip her suit jacket off, but don’t tear open her shirt because it would ruin the buttons and remind her of the night in her townhouse. I don’t even take her skirt off. She just undoes my pants while I get a condom out. I hike her skirt up, yank her body up the wall with my hands on her ass, tug her panties to the side, and then I’m sliding home inside of her.

“God, Madison,” I groan as soon as I slam deep inside of