Chapter 13

Will makes his way to the bathroom. Once done, he bypasses the dining room and heads into the kitchen, leaving both a very confused Maddi and Foster in his wake. He hears the door open behind him and he sees Foster. Will continues to wheel his way to the liquor cabinet. He places a hand on his arm rest and attempts to push himself up, as he reaches for the door. Unfortunately, he cannot reach it, "Foster, get me down some scotch."

"You can't drink, Will," Foster replies, now leaning against the counter beside him.

"I can do what ever I want," Will attempts to reach again, "I am your boss and you will do what I say. Get me a drink, now."

"Imagine that your me," Foster reaches up, get out the scotch, opens it, and takes a swig, "Now you've had a drink."

"Foster stop being cute and hand me the bottle," Will sticks his hand out.

Neither hear the door open, "If you give that to him, you're fired."

Both turn to see Maddi, as she makes her way towards them. Her short floral skirt bounces around her thighs as she gets closer. Will swallows. Her white shirt is tight against her skin and a small chain is balanced between her breasts. And her floral pumps…Will turns back to Foster, "No, but I will fire you, if you don't hand me the bottle now."

Foster doesn't need to think before he hands the bottle to Will. Quickly, he opens it and begins to chug it down. Neither of the other two attempt to stop him this time. Once it is drained he closes the bottle and places it on the counter, before placing his heads in his hands.

"I'm giving him ten minutes before he falls back dead," Foster announces.

"You gave him the bottle," Maddi replies, "You get to plan the funeral."

Everything still hurt. Ellie lied. She did not love Will. She was not pregnant with his child. Will was not going to be a father. Everything was a lie. Will points to the cabinet again, "Hand me another bottle, Foster."

"Will," Foster places a hand upon Will's shoulder, "What is going on?"

"Nile isn't her brother," Will replies, he looks down at his lap.

"And you're drinking because?" Maddi heels click closer and stop in front of him.

"He's the father."

"Bloody hell," Foster lets out, followed by a silence. Foster then reaches for the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of marshmallow vodka, something he keeps for himself here. Quickly he takes a swig, before passing it to Maddi. She looks at it hesitantly, before taking a sip herself. Will, then, takes it from her hands and places it on the counter, "She can't drink."

"Neither can you," Maddi's French voice answers for Foster. Both of the men ignore her statement.

Foster turns now to Maddi, "it's getting late, can you watch him?"

"She doesn't need to babysit me."

"Yes," Maddi replies. At that Foster leaves and Maddi moves over to where Foster once stood. She takes the bottle, which Will had put down, and takes another swig. Will crosses his arms across his chest. His eyes reach hers and the world slows down. Maddi takes one more drink before placing it back down, "That's basically pure sugar."

"Disgusting," Will's arms move to the arm rests.

Maddi leans towards him for a second and then leans back, "Are you okay?"

"No."

"Will you be?"

Will pushes himself up and off of the wheelchair. He leans upon the counter across from her and places one hand upon her cheek, "I'm going to kiss you now. Please stop me."

"Stop you?" Maddi questions grabbing the collar of his black button down, leaning closer.

"Yes," he replies, pulling her mouth up towards his as he leans down. Maddi pulls him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, as she rises to the tops of her toes. Will begins to trace her lips with his tongue, attempting to break through. She willingly accepts and opens her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore inside. Then summoning his strength, he wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her up onto the counter.

Maddi's nails scrap against the back of his neck, sending a jolt down towards his groin. Will lets out a moan, causing Maddi to smile against his lips. In response, he travels his lips down to her chin, her neck, her collar bone, and back to neck, in search for a sensitive spot. He lands on a vein, which causes one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard- Maddi moans. He feels another jolt, making his dick erected. He couldn't believe only her moans caused such a reaction.

Will's hands travel around her small waist now. He pulls at her white shirt, dragging it from her skirt, and up to just under her bra. Maddi gasps, as his fingers dance around her stomach, and lands on her bare sides.

His heart is beating erratically and he prays she doesn't hear. He never thought this would ever happen. And yet, here she is, his hands on her bare skin, and her lips against his. None of his dreams could ever compare to this moment.

Suddenly, Maddi pulls away. Will watches as her hands leave his neck and reach for her shirt, pulling it all the way off, revealing a red lacey bra that matches her now smeared lipstick. Will's hands immediately itch up towards the wire. Slowly, he runs his hands underneath her breasts, as his eyes search for hers.

"Maddi?" He's not sure how to ask, what to ask.

"Please, mon amour," Maddi's fingers trace the buttons on his chest, and yet he feels as if her hands were burning their way onto his skin, "Don't stop now."

"We should," He replies, taking her hands and placing them back around his neck, "While I still can. Maddi. Please."

"Will," Maddi leans forwards and places a quick kiss upon his lips, pulling away too quick for his liking, "Don't make me beg."

That decides it for him. This beautiful girl in his arms should never have to beg. So what if he hates himself in the morning. So what if she hates him as well. She should not have to beg. Will moves to pick her up again, placing weight on his other leg…then lets out a groan. He quickly drops his hands, places them on either side of her, leans forwards, and places his head against her chest.

"Are you okay?" Maddi asks, carding a hand through his hair.

"This is ridiculous," he replies, "This must be a sign. We shouldn't."

Maddi quickly picks his head up, forcing his eyes to meet hers. Her pupils were enlarged, probably matching his. She places another kiss, upon his lips. Her other hand comes up to his head and holds him tightly against her. This time it is her tongue that pushes its way into his mouth. Quickly, Will pulls her close, her heat now against his abs. Her hands travel from his hair to his shirt, attempting to unbutton it. Will takes this opportunity to take the elastic from her hair, something he fantasized about doing. His hands quickly travel through her curls.

Maddi pulls away again, "Will, mon amour, please take me to bed."

"Are you sure?" Will asks, in contradiction of his erection's request, "This is nothing like…I would want for you. I'm basically crippled, Maddi. I'm basically drunk. I'm me. You shouldn't want this. Or at least, not like this."

"Will," Maddi replies, her fingernails now skimming down his bare chest, "Get in your wheelchair. I don't care, how it happens, as long as it is with you."

He doesn't have to be told twice. Once he sits he pulls her into his lap- her heat now firmly pressed on his erection, causing it to push against his zipper. She grinds against him, causing a moan to escape both of their lips. Will removes his hands from her waist and places them on the wheels of his chair, "Darling, keep that up and we won't make it to my room."

Maddi giggles at that, but follows his instructions. Quickly he wheels them up to his room. They shut the door behind them and make their way to his bed. Will watches as Maddi stands up and pulls down her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, reveling matching red lacy underwear. Will wanted to pull them off with his teeth. Hell, he is going to.

Will pushes himself from his chair as Maddi crawls her way to the top of his bed. He quickly sheds his shirt off his arms and his pants off as well. Without the luxury of being able to crawl in after her, he limps over to the side, and sits himself next to her.

"Are you really sure?" he asks one more time.

"Really?" She replies, straddling him once more, "I'm literally wearing just my little to nothing in your bed and your asking me if I'm sure?"

"Well?" he inquires. In response, she grinds against him. His hands go to her waist, as he moves his pelvis up a few times, trying to get more fiction. Her head rolls back, revealing her neck to him. He brings her closer, wrapping one arm at the small part of her back and the other on the top. Then, he finds the sensitive vain on her neck and begins to suck hard. She moans in response, humping harder and faster against him.

Will can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm, and forces her to stop. Quickly flipping them around, so that she is now underneath him. His hands travel to the clasp of her bra, and quickly undoes it. Then hesitantly, pulls the fabric away from her chest and off her arms. He keeps his eyes on her, watching to see if she becomes uncomfortable at any moment, before looking down.

"God," Will whispers, "You're so damn beautiful."

He can feel her heat up at his compliment and watches her pale skin turn red. Will the lowers his mouth onto to hers, embracing the feeling of having her skin against his, before lowering his lips down. His tongue traces the vain down her throat to her right hardened nipple. He takes her into his mouth, licking and sucking, causing her to moan in satisfaction. Before moving on to the left, he bites slightly onto the nipple. In response, she pushes up towards him, causing him to groan. Will gives similar treatment to her left nipple, ignoring the pain in his knee, loosing himself in the bliss of finally being with the woman he loves.

After that, Will's lips and tongue travel their way down her stomach, circling around her outie belly button, before reaching his destination. Just as he had planned, he holds down her hips with his hands and removes her underwear with his teeth.

Once back up, he doesn't waste time, pleasuring her. His right middle finger begins to circle her clit, as he holds her down with his left hand. He then drags his hand down her folds, and he feels his dick throb.

"Love," he calls her, as he places a finger back on her clit, rubbing counterclockwise circles, "You're so wet."

Will leans his head closer, her smell intoxicating him, and replaces his finger with his tongue. He listens to Maddi curse in French, as he begins to eat her out. His tongue travels down, tracing her entire pussy, before sticking it in.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet, love," he says, sticking his tongue back in. All Maddi can do is moan in response. He feels her begin to shake and quickly places his fingers on her clit, pressing down hard, while his tongue continues to go in and out of her.

"Will," Maddi gasps out, as her first orgasm washes over her. Will kisses his way up her stomach, her chest, her throat, and to her lips.

"How was that?" he asks, leaning on his good side, as his fingers still rub her clit.

"It was…" Maddi looks at him, the light back in her eyes, "I have no words."

He leans forward and kisses her on the tip of her nose, "Wanna do it again?"

At that Maddi nods her head, with a large smile forming on her face. Will's middle finger, then finds her entrance.

"This time it may hurt a little," he warns her.

"I trust you," she replies, placing her hand upon his cheek, bringing her lips to his. They kiss, as his middle finger enters her. She gasps at the sensation, but he quickly covers it, as his tongue enters her mouth. He waits for a sign, before he starts moving his finger in a curling motion. As he does this, his thumb rubs he clit.

Slowly, he enters his ring finger in, waiting for her walls to stretch, before continuing the motion. Once Maddi moans, be begins to pick up the paste, getting her closer to her second orgasm. This time he was going to watch. When it finally happened, he knew he was a goner. Never before had he been so in love with someone in his entire life. Never did he think watching a woman cum would be one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen.

"You're gorgeous," he tells her. She wraps her arms around him in response, and straddles his waist, now switching who is in control. Maddi leans down and repeats what he had done to her- kissing down to his throat and finding a sensitive spot before sucking. He openly groans, wanting nothing more than to make love to her, as cheesy as that sounds.

Maddi moves away from his throat and up to his right ear. She sucks on the lobe fore a second, before whispering words that almost made him cum right there- she was done with foreplay, she wanted him inside her now.

Will agrees and Maddi makes way of his boxers. She hovers above his erection for a second, before sitting back on his waist.

"We can stop, love," He says, quickly trying to fix what had ever suddenly occurred in her.

"No," she replies, hovering once more, this time grabbing his cock and holding it at her entrance. So slowly, she slides his tip in her. He then grabs hold of his own dick, as she places her hands upon his shoulders. He could so easily push up, but he doesn't. It seems has if hell has frozen over twice, before she lowers herself down a little more.

"Darling," He says, causing her eyes to snap to his, "let me take control."

"But your knee?"

"Is already beyond repair," he replies flipping them over. Maddi's arms circle his neck again, as he brings her legs up to wrap around his waist. Slowly he pushes into her some more and waits for her to adjust, before pushing the rest of the way, breaking her hymen. Maddi's eyes open wide at this action, before quickly shutting. Will cautiously, wipes one of the tears the had formed and traveled down her cheek.

They stay like that, neither moving. Will couldn't believe how much control he had. Then again, her tears, were helping him from having his way.

Suddenly, Maddi moans and pushes her hips up. She does it again and this time he allows himself to meet her. They go about this painfully slow. Meeting each other for each thrust. He places his lips upon her, while the pace remains hesitant.

Maddi then moves her lips away from his and tells him, "faster."

He complies easily. Will picks up the pace, pushing deep in her at a faster rate- still too slow for his taste.

"Faster," she says again, causing another moan from Will, as he begins to create the friction he desires. He can feel his orgasm approaching, but he tries to hold off, wanting her to cum first. Once she does, he finally releases. Never had he cum so much. He stays in her for a second, before slowly sliding out of her. He lays on his good side once more, pulling her close against him. For the first time in what has felt like forever, Will felt at peace.

"I love you," he whispers into her hair, before he finds himself in dream world, reliving the experience.

Will wakes up the next morning, still naked in his surprisingly empty bed. His stomach drops and his heart hurts. His eyes open and he quickly stands up. He limps over to his bathroom. Nothing. He then limps back to his closet and pulls on a pair of sweat pants before making his way out of his room.

He knew this time it wasn't a dream. He knew it couldn't be. It felt too real. Her strawberry shampoo smell was still on his pillows. There is no was he could have faked that. Will limps to her room. If his knee could talk, it would scream in agony.

He opens the door, to find it just as empty as his room. He walks in and calls out her name once. No response. Quickly, putting more pressure on his bad leg, he makes his way to her closet to find it empty, not just of her, but of everything. He places as hand against the wall for balance and begins to panic.

Rapidly, he makes a resolve and runs out the room and down the stairs to the dining room. Maybe she could still be here. Who he finds is not Maddi, but Foster.
"Where is she?" He demands.

"Maddi?" Foster looks up from his newspaper, with confusion evident on his face.

"Yes."

"She left maybe an hour ago," Foster replies nonchalantly, "Apparently, she got her ticket changed for an earlier time. I'm surprised she didn't wake you to say goodbye. You two didn't fight last night when I left?"

Will doesn't reply. His knee finally gives out and he falls to the floor. He places his head in his hands. The only thing coming to mind was guilt and regret. She must have realized what had happened and resented him. Will couldn't breathe.