“You do, Addy. Not only does your dad know my reputation, you do as well. And it fucks me to say it, but that reputation was earned. I don’t deny it, I won’t make excuses for what I’ve done in the past, mainly because I don’t regret it. I was young, single, and never lied to a single woman I’ve been with. I will tell you that, since I’ve been in Georgia, I’ve only been with one woman—you. Haven’t touched anyone else, haven’t thought about it, didn’t want it.”
“You haven’t?”
Her wide eyes and disbelief pissed me off more than Brady thinking I’d fuck Addy.
“Did you miss the part where I told you I fell in love with you before I spoke a single word to you?” I snapped.
“Are you mad?”
“Gettin’ there, baby.”
“Why?”
“Seriously?”
Addy flinched at my biting tone, then served up her own attitude when she responded, “Yes, seriously. I can’t imagine why you’d be mad at me being surprised you haven’t slept with someone in, I don’t know…months and months and months.”
“Adalynn—”
“Don’t growl at me, you caveman.”
That was it.
I was done.
I surged up, Addy let out a squeak, and I flipped her on her back, pinning her to the bed.
“Serious as shit, woman—you think I’d fuck another woman knowing I’d found The One?” I gave her my weight and she wheezed something illegible. But I didn’t give her a chance to repeat herself before I went on. “You think I’d fuck some random chick when I knew I was gonna make my play for you, knew I’d found someone special? Finally after years of living with nothing, I found something—someone who made me want to be better. You think I’d seriously stick my dick—”
“No,” she rasped and I propped more of my weight on my elbow. “Not when you put it like that.”
“And me telling you I took one look at you and fell for you wasn’t enough?”
“I’ve been told that before,” she whispered. “Twice. The first one left me after he took my virginity and gave me some lame reason. The second bided his time, got me into bed, told me I was frigid and not very good at it, and…it um…ended badly. However, both told me they were in love with me. But obviously, they weren’t.”
I felt my chest cave in at the humiliation and embarrassment she couldn’t hide. I also got the sense there was more to the story than the second relationship ending badly, but I didn’t question her because she looked positively mortified.
Motherfuckers.
“Now why do you look mad?”
“I’m not,” I told her and stared down into the most amazing pair of green eyes. Christ, she was beautiful—every inch of her—but it was her eyes that did it for me.
“You look like you are,” she pushed.
“Okay. I’ll amend. I’m not mad at you, I’m pissed as fuck at both those assholes. But more, I’m pissed I only have a shot at shoving Jake’s teeth down his throat, and not the other idiot, too.”
“You can’t—”
“Shh. I can and I will. First, because he’s going to understand that you’re off-limits and that understanding is gonna come direct from me. Seeing as he’s a douchebag idiot, he’s gonna puff his chest and square up. Something I’m looking forward to him doing. Thankful even, that he’s gonna provide me with the golden opportunity to teach him a lesson about how to treat women.”
“He didn’t—”
“I don’t know how he treated you when you were together and I don’t ever wanna know. But in the end, he made you feel insignificant, he made you feel bad about yourself, he threw a precious gift you gave him in your face and he did that in the dirtiest way a man can do to a woman. He tarnished something special and beautiful. So, yes, Addy, he did. And years later, it’s still fucking with your head. And don’t deny it, because you’re lying under me, and instead of knowing that you are sexy as fuck, beautiful, crazy-good in bed, you’re looking up at me like it’s the first time you’ve heard it.”
“Because it is.”
Jesus Christ.
How was that possible? It pissed me off Addy didn’t understand her allure—not her sexual appeal, her innocence, her beauty—none of it.
“You look madder,” she whispered.
I was wrong.
Now I was done.
Done as in, I was done talking.
It was time to show her.
“Shirt off, baby.”
I lifted to my knees, her hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she tore it over her head. Then I took in my fill. My eyes roamed, eating up every inch of skin she’d revealed. Soft, silky skin I couldn’t wait to touch and taste. But first, she needed to know a few things, so maybe I wasn’t done talking.
“You know what I see?” Addy didn’t answer but I didn’t need her to. “Pure beauty. Soul-deep beauty. The kind you cannot create with the shit women put on their faces and in their hair to glam it up. The kind you can’t fake. Pure of heart and mind. Straight up good and clean.”
I heard her swift inhale and continued. “You know what else I see? The woman who was made to be mine.” My hands went to her waist and my thumbs skimmed the soft skin of her stomach. “Made to enjoy my touch.” I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into her belly button before I licked all the way to the curve of her breast, over the swell, and circled her nipple. “Made to enjoy my mouth.” I traveled to her other breast, pulled that nipple between my teeth, and softly grazed it until she arched her back, silently asking for more.
When she finally made that sexy-as-fuck mew I loved so much, I pulled away. “Made to moan for me. Do you get it yet? You weren’t meant for them, you were made for me.”
I was then seriously fucking done talking.
13
Luxurious.
I was floating on a cloud—a soft, fluffy, luxurious cloud. My head was tipped back in offering, Trey’s mouth was on my throat, and he was moving slowly, lazily, gently. And both his hands were engaged in the action. One was resting on the side of my neck, his fingers wrapped around the back and pressed deep, his thumb softly skimming under my chin—a gentle command to stay as I was.
His other hand had slid up from my hip and was now cupping my breast, that thumb was also softly skimming, only it was skimming my nipple.
All of it sublime. His heat, his weight, his touch, his mouth—perfect. All of it was also lazy, gentle, slow—in other words, pure torture. Trey was taking his time like he’d cleared his schedule for the next week for the sole purpose of driving me mad. He was in the mood to explore and to do it at his leisure.
Trey shifted down and my legs automatically opened to make room for him. This movement caused friction between my legs, and without meaning to I lifted my hips, needing more.
I heard his chuckle as he brushed his lips over my nipple and continued this torturous event until my back bowed and I let out a frustrated groan.
“Hm,” he hummed and swept his mouth over my nipple, featherlight.
“Trey.”
He didn’t reply.
He didn’t give into my non-verbal demand to get the show on the road.
He didn’t engage his tongue or his teeth.
He just continued at his pace, doing what he wanted, not giving me what I wanted.
It occurred to me there was a way I could get what I wanted—all I had to do was take control. I brought my knees up, planted my feet on the bed, and bucked my hips while twisting. This maneuver failed when Trey gave me more of his weight, effectively pinning me down. It also had the unfortunate side effect of bunching my shorts, which gathered in the perfect position to rub exactly the right spot. The unfortunate part was it felt so good, I did it again, which had the adverse reaction I needed and slowed Trey down.
Apparently, I wasn’t above begging. I found this out when I did just that—begged.
“Please, Trey.”
“Slide your hand in your panties.”
Say what?
“Hand in your panties, Adalynn,” he repeated.
I didn’t think I vocalized my query, however, my anxiety-addled mind was in a haze so maybe I had. When I didn’t move, Trey made the decision for me. His hand found mine, guided them to my chest, placed my palm on my breast, and used his over mine to slowly steer them down over my ribs, my belly, then into my shorts and panties.
He didn’t stop there. Together, our fingers glided over my clit, not pausing even when I moaned and shafts of electricity shot through me. He didn’t slow until he reached his destination, and even then he used our fingers to tease my opening until I felt another gush of wetness surge. Through all of this, Trey remained silent. I, however, was beyond silence and was now panting my groans.
“More, please.”
Trey dipped our fingers through my excitement and pushed in. If I hadn’t been so turned on I would’ve been embarrassed at how wet I was. However, I was beyond that, too. Further, I was so far gone I didn’t wait for him to start moving and took over fingering myself. I adjusted so my palm rubbed my clit as my finger moved in and out and tangled with his.
“Do not stop.” Trey’s gruff demand sent tingles down my spine.
Then he roughly yanked his hand out of my panties, sat up, and jerked my shorts and panties down. He did not need my help doing this. In a flash, they were magically gone and his hands were on my thighs, opening me to his gaze.
Holy freaking-A.
All I was doing, all he could see, would’ve freaked me the heck out if I hadn’t caught the look on Trey’s face. It was the first time since he told me what he saw when he looked at me that I’d come out of my daze long enough to focus on his face.
There was hunger for sure. Desire, absolutely. He liked what I was doing and he liked what he’d driven me to do. But more, there was pure, unleashed affection. It made his already handsome face infinitely better. Knowing that all of it was for me—the best.
“Do not stop.”
Oh, yeah, right.
I’d been so lost staring up at him, I’d forgotten what I was supposed to be doing. Not because it didn’t feel good, but looking at Trey with his face soft, his eyes gentled, knowing what I knew—how he felt about me, what he saw, and what he wanted—was way better.
That was, until he shoved his lounge pants down and his rigid dick sprung free. My mouth watered and my hand between my legs moved faster.
“Christ, you’re so fucking hot, I don’t know what to do with you.”
My gaze locked on his and I watched with no small amount of attention as Trey started stroking himself. He did this slowly, like he was taking the week-long vacation he’d set aside to drive me mindless and was now inflecting the same torture upon himself.
“When you look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, I want to hand you the world. But, baby, when they darken and turn wild, knowing all that beauty is just for me, you make me lose my mind.” His other hand left my leg and he cupped his balls, giving them a not-so-gentle tug, eliciting a groan from him that made my inner muscles spasm. “You’re gonna finger yourself for me until you come.”
Freaking, freaking-A, that’s hot.
So incredibly hot, my back bowed so deep my hips left the mattress and my eyes drifted closed.
“No, baby, watch me.” My eyes snapped back open and I hazily took in Trey’s sexy smile. Sweet mother of all things holy. “Watch me stroke my cock.” Slowly, my gaze dropped to his hand and I watched. No, I didn’t watch—I was riveted. So engrossed, I wasn’t paying attention to the show I was putting on for Trey, totally enthralled at his instead. Long, firm glides, stopping every few strokes to thumb the tip before he started again.
Then I saw the bead of moisture leak and that was so freaking out-of-this-world hot, I snapped. I don’t know what came over me, except that I was so turned on watching him while he commanded me to touch myself while he watched. Instinct and need washed over me and I rubbed harder and faster until my climax built. I slid my finger out, added another, and went deeper. I was nearly there, so close I was pulsing, preparing to shatter any moment, when Trey broke the silence.
“Goddamn beautiful. Give it, baby.”
And I gave it. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My hips bucked and my fingers stilled as my orgasm rolled over me. Seconds later, Trey pulled my hand away and in one rough thrust, he was inside of me. My ass was off the bed, he was still on his knees, his hands gripped my hips and he drove in and out while holding me where he wanted.
Holy shit.
“One more.”
“Can’t.”
“One. More.”
Each word was punctuated by a thrust. I didn’t think it was possible but at that moment, hearing his coarse, desire-filled tone, I’d give him anything, including the impossible. Somehow, someway, I’d give Trey everything he wanted.
But in the end, I didn’t have to give anything. He took it.
“Silk,” he grunted. “So goddamn slick and tight.”
Trey lifted me higher. I felt my pussy start to flutter and it was building again. This time better. So much better than what I could give myself. He must’ve felt it, too, because a low groan rumbled from him and he pounded harder.
“Trey.”
“Fucking Christ, Addy.”
I righted my head and blinked to clear the fog, needing to see him as he took me over the edge. And that was all it took for the throbbing to turn into pulses that tore through me until my body seized and fire seared my skin.
“Fuck,” he groaned through gritted teeth.
His eyes closed, his head tipped back, and I watched the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. Trey Durum’s big, muscular body shuddered and trembled, totally unmasked and open. Long moments later, I was still staring up at him, reveling in the splendor of Trey giving me a gift, one he hadn’t given the first three times we’d been together, one that even in my limited experience I knew was huge. When his eyes opened, they immediately found mine. And it was then I watched the second most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed—Trey Durum laid bare. Not a shred of pain was to be seen. No guilt. No shame. No anger. Just him.
My breath caught, my belly melted, and I frantically memorized every nuance. All the light that he hid behind the shadows. The beauty he’d unveiled. Every shade and hue that couldn’t be seen when his darkness blotted out all the color. Everything. I tattooed it on my soul so I’d never forget.
That moment was what I’d fight to keep. That shine in his eyes that said he was happy, deliriously so. I would fight to earn that look.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
To my surprise, he did not shut down the way I thought he would.
His response was heartbreakingly honest.
“Only for you, Adalynn.”
He knew what he was showing me. And he knew I understood how precious his gift was.
Oh, yes, I was going to fight until he showed that shine to the world.
14
The next morning, I yanked my tee over my head, turned to leave, and froze.
The bed was made. Not like I normally “made” it, but well and truly made. Comforter pulled up and straight, pillows fluffed and arranged neatly. Then my gaze drifted to the suitcase. Then I thought about what I’d found in my shower that morning—Addy’s shampoo, conditioner, and something called “body scrub” the bright pink label proclaiming it contained sugar. Being as I was a man and I’d never had woman-shit in my shower before, I had no clue the significance of the proclamation, nor did I understand why a woman would want to slather sugar over her skin. Though, having felt Adalynn’s silky smooth skin, I fully appreciated the effects and would stock her up so she never ran out. Her electric toothbrush was on the vanity, plugged in and ready for future use. There were two hair ties, five bobby pins, lotion with a pump top, a small green screw top bottle that claimed to be “eye cream” whatever the fuck that was, and lastly, her brush. All of that in my bathroom.
The bed was made—by Addy. And h
er suitcase that still needed to be unpacked was on the floor near the outrageously huge armoire that I’d yet to figure out its proper use.
Bottom line was, I liked Addy’s things being in my bathroom. I liked seeing her belongings in my bedroom. But I’d fucking love it if she’d unpack and stay indefinitely.
On those thoughts, I exited a bedroom that had never felt like anything but a huge room, in a huge house, in a luxury community that I sure as fuck didn’t belong in. But that morning, the first morning I’d woken up to a soft, warm Addy cuddled to my side, that huge room felt like something more. Like it was ours. Almost like a home. And from the moment my eyes opened, I wanted to give this huge house to her. I wanted her to fill it with our kids. No, I wanted her to fill it with her laughter—her happiness.
I made my way to the kitchen and more warmth spread. Addy was at the stove with her back to me. That sight filled me with the same unnamable emotion I’d experienced seeing her stuff in my shower. It had nothing to do with her cooking, it didn’t even have anything to do with her wearing a tight pair of workout pants that molded to her ass. It was just her in my kitchen.
Before I could call out my greeting, she set down the spatula and reached for her phone. With her back still to me, she finished what she was doing and set it on the counter beside the stove. Ringing filled the vast space; she was calling someone. I hadn’t moved, not because I was being nosy but because I was moved by some unnamable emotion her mere presence elicited.
It was unfortunate I didn’t tell her I was there.
A man’s deep voice replaced the ringing and that warmth turned into fire.
“Addy,” the guy cooed.
Fucking cooed. At my woman.
“Bass. Hey. Sorry to call so early but I need to cancel.”
Bass? Was that the guy’s name?
“What’s going on, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart?
What. The. Fuck?
“I had some stuff come up. I’m really sorry. We’ll do lunch after next week’s class.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Still motherfucking cooing.
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