Always Wanting (Consumed, Book One 1)

by Alex Grayson

  He pistons his hips, repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. With his hands in my hair, he forces my mouth to meet his thrusts. I’m on my knees with him commanding and dominating me. This side of him is erotic as hell. I love that he has a rougher side, just as much as a soft side.

  My hand is no longer stroking him. He’s moving his hips too fast. I use one to grab onto his ass and dig my nails into the tight flesh there. Blue gathers all my hair into one fist and brings his other hand to my throat, gently wrapping it around the column.

  “Mmm…” he groans. “I feel it every time I hit the back of your throat, Abby. Do you like me fucking your mouth?”

  I open my eyes, which have slid closed, back to him. He’s gazing at me with wild blue ones. His jaw is tight, and I can see he’s barely holding onto his control.

  I don’t answer his question, as my mouth is still full with him, but he sees my answer in my eyes. Retracting my nails from his backside, I cup his balls and give them a tug. They are drawn up, so I know he’s close. I’m close as well. My body is starting to convulse, and I swirl my fingers around my clit, then plunge two fingers inside. In and out I pump. Using the palm of my hand, I grind it down on my clit at the same time I fuck myself.

  My pussy clamps down on my fingers, and my body spasms as I’m pushed over the edge. Tiny sparks of electricity form in my belly and rush straight to my pussy. My hand leaves his balls and grabs his ass again, where I pull him forward and bury his cock in the back of my throat while I cum all over my hand. One of my favorite things to do is to have Blue in the back of my throat when I come.

  The first spurt hits and I greedily drink it down. I’ve never been big on swallowing, I’ve never cared for the taste before, but with Blue, I could quickly become addicted. I pull all the way back out while he’s still coming and jack his cock with my hand. Holding my mouth open with my tongue out, strings of cum hit my tongue. He grunts as his release comes to a slow stop, his hands still in my hair.

  We’re both panting wildly and staring at the other. That was some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.

  “Fuck, baby, that was good,” he says through his heavy breathing.

  “It was incredible,” I agree with a huge smile.

  “Get up here.” Releasing my hair, he helps me to my feet and crushes his mouth against mine. Knowing he’s tasting himself has my body tightening again.

  The kiss is short, but no less hot and aggressive. After he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine and murmurs, “How in the hell did I ever get so lucky as to meet you?”

  My smile slips away, his words hitting me hard in the chest. He says he’s lucky, but I think I’m the lucky one. I’m a fucked-up sex addict. I could easily ruin what we have going. Blue’s confidence in my ability to not sleep with another guy is something I still don’t get. There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to stop myself. There’s no way for him to know that, either. I just hope I’m strong enough, and his lucky comment stays true.

  Because I know if I fail, it’ll shatter him, and destroy myself too.

  Chapter Eleven

  Colt

  I park my truck and both Abby and I get out. There’s a cold breeze in the air, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders and draw her into my warmth. We walk up to a small diner, and I’m just about to open the door when it’s opened for me. I’m surprised when I see Asher and Poppy walking out, hand in hand.

  “Hey, man, what’s up?” Asher greets, holding out his hand.

  Pulling my arm from around Abby’s shoulders, I return the shake, then pull her back into my side.

  “Nothing much.” My eyes go to Poppy, to see her smiling. “Hey, Poppy. Asher still treating you good?”

  “The best,” she answers in her sweet voice, before both her and Asher look to the woman in my arms. “Abby, I’d like you to meet Asher and Poppy. Asher’s a friend and business associate of mine. They just got back from their honeymoon a few weeks ago.”

  “Oh, wow,” she exclaims, smiling and holding her hand out for them to shake. “Congratulations!”

  “Thank you!” Poppy replies happily, while Asher returns her smile.

  “Where did you honeymoon?”

  “Texas.” Abby can’t hide her disappointed look. Poppy laughs and explains. “It’s where our relationship started. I wanted to go back to where it all began.”

  “Well, technically—” Asher starts, but is stopped by Poppy’s slap to his gut.

  “You, hush.” She looks back to Abby. “It’s a long story. Maybe I can tell you about it someday?” She finishes, looking questionably at me, like she’s waiting on me to tell her that Abby will be around for her to tell the story to.

  “Maybe one day,” Abby supplies, before I get a chance. If I have any say so, Abby will be around for a very, very long time.

  “How’s the ass?” I ask Asher, keeping my face straight.

  Asher’s glare meets mine, and I can’t help but laugh at his expression.

  “Fuck you,” he grunts.

  Poppy giggles, while Abby looks at me strangely. I bend down and kiss the top of her head, murmuring, “I’ll tell you later.”

  “How’s the new system working?”

  “Good. Just like all the others you’ve put in for me.”

  One of the new companies I’ve recently taken over had some hackers break into their computer systems and steal vital information. With Asher’s new internet security program in place, there’s been no more incidents. Of course, I knew there wouldn’t be. Asher is damn good at creating impenetrable firewalls.

  “Are y’all going in to eat?”

  “Yeah, we’re meeting some friends of Abby’s,” I respond to Poppy’s question. I look down at my watch. “We’re actually running a few minutes late.”

  I shake Asher’s hand and the ladies make tentative plans to meet up in a few weeks for lunch. I like knowing that Abby is inserting herself into my life by making plans with a friend of mine. And Poppy is the perfect one. I don’t know her that well, but she seems sweet and kind, something I think Abby needs in her life. She has her own friends, and they are very close-knit, but I’m hoping over time, Abby will open herself up more.

  Walking into the diner, Abby spots her friends right away, like she knew where they would be. My eyes zero in on the brown-haired man, currently sizing me up. I hold his stare as we make our way over.

  The tall brunette, who I know is Ava, gets up from her seat and hugs Abby, while the blond guy wearing Aviator glasses, Tegan I presume, stands and grabs another chair and sets it at the end of the booth.

  “Guys, this is Blue—well, Colt to y’all. Blue, this is Ava, Tegan, and Nathan.” I can hear the nerves in Abby’s voice.

  I shake hands with Ava and Tegan, then turn to Nathan. Neither of us hold out our hands for the other for several seconds. Feeling Abby stiffen beside me, I give in and offer my hand. He looks at it for a moment before taking it. His grip is firm, a little too firm for a normal handshake, so I assert my own dominance. His lips quirk up into a smirk before releasing it.

  Ava and Nathan take a seat on one side of the booth, while me and Abby take the other side. Tegan sits at the end.

  “So, Colt, what do you do for a living?” I turn to Ava and see her looking at me curiously. I’m sure it’s not every day that Abby brings a guy to meet her friends. Actually, I’m pretty sure she never has.

  “I invest in companies that need monetary help. With my money, they can produce the products and services they need to get off their feet.”

  “So, you’re a shark,” she states simply.

  I look at her in confusion. “What?”

  “Oh, you know, a shark. Like the television show Shark Tank. People come on there with new products they can’t afford to produce on their own, and ask the sharks to invest in their company for a share of the company.”

  “Something like that,” I reply, having not a clue what show she’s talking about.

  “Cool!” Her smile is big, like
she just discovered some big secret.

  The waitress walks up to take our drink orders, and tries to hand each of us a menu.

  “I don’t need one,” Tegan says.

  “Me neither.” Ava shakes her head.

  “I already know what I want.” Abby refuses the menu as well.

  She doesn’t even offer one to Nathan when he doesn’t acknowledge her presence.

  “I’ll take one.” She hands me a menu and walks off. “You guys come here a lot?” I question.

  “Yep. They have the best patty melt around,” Tegan remarks.

  I nod and look down at the menu. Abby’s leg brushes against mine, and I glance at her to find her eyes narrowed. I follow her line of sight and see Nathan glaring at me.

  “You got a problem?” I set my menu down on the table and lace my fingers together on top of it.

  I understand his need to protect Abby, and I appreciate that she has a friend so loyal to her, but his dagger-like gaze is pissing me off. I’ve done nothing to warrant it.

  Abby jerks beside me and a second later, I see Nathan wince. I almost laugh when I realize she kicked him under the table.

  “Knock it off, Nathan,” she hisses, drawing the attention of the others.

  He bares his teeth, but he drops the look almost immediately. “I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

  “And you automatically think I’ll hurt her?” I raise my brow.

  “You know her… situation. You also must know she hasn’t had a good track record with good guys. They either want to sell her body to other men because they know she needs sex, or they look at her with disgust when they find out.”

  My eyes swing to Abby’s, who’s shooting her own dagger-like stare at Nathan. This is news to me. She never told me she’s been approached to sell her body. My blood turns to lava at the thought of some asshole asking her to prostitute herself. I want to find something and destroy it with my fists. What the fuck is wrong with people?

  “What the hell is he talking about, Abby?” I growl.

  “Nothing. It only happened a couple times, years ago. I refused, and one of them didn’t like it. He tried forcing me into a car, but Nathan was there to stop them. You’ll be pleased to know his face wasn’t recognizable when he was done with him.”

  I reach under the table and grab her hand. She may try to hide it, but I can see the pain in her eyes. She’s been hurt so much, and having someone ask her to sell her body was a new low for her. I remember my comment the first night we had sex, about her selling herself, and shame slams into me. I was such an asshole. No wonder she looked so hurt. She should have done more than slap me. She should have kneed me in the balls. Twice.

  I look back at Nathan, my respect for him going up a notch, knowing he fucked the guy up that came at her.

  “You don’t know me, and have no reason to believe me, but I give you my word, I won’t hurt her.”

  “You’re right, I don’t know you. Your word means nothing to me, but if Abby’s happy, that’s all I want. But, the first sign that you’re fucking up, what I did to that guy will look pretty compared to what I’ll do to you.”

  I hold his stare, not backing down. As much as I want to bristle at the threat and leave the imprint of my fist on his face, I know he has to make it. Abby is his friend, and he obviously cares about her. I just hope it’s in a pure, friendly way.

  I nod, but I now have my own point to make.

  “Fair enough, but now it’s my turn to make something clear. She doesn’t need you anymore.” I hold my hand up to stop his retort. “In bed,” I clarify. “I’ve got her covered from now on. When she needs someone, I’m there, no one else.” I look over to Tegan to make sure he gets my meaning as well. His answering smirk and chin lift says he does. I bring my eyes back to Nathan. His temple is pulsing and his jaw is hard.

  “Just make sure you are there for her,” he says harshly.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Abby says loudly, slapping the table in front of her. “Both of you, stop.”

  My hand slides from hers, and I place it on her bare thigh. Goose bumps appear on her legs. She looks over at me, her eyes still hard, and I lean down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. Her expression softens, which is what I was aiming for.

  Someone sucks in a sharp breath. When I pull back and look across the table, I see surprise on Ava’s face. Nathan’s is blank, but I can tell he was taken by surprise by the kiss as well. I smirk at him. Neither says anything about the kiss.

  The heavy atmosphere lifts after mine and Nathan’s heated exchange. I understand his point of view, and I think he gets mine. I know I’ll need to prove to all of them that I’m in this for the long haul, and not because I can get sex on a regular basis from Abby. Luckily, Ava and Tegan seem to be warming up to me pretty fast. Nathan stays quiet during most of dinner, unless he’s asked a direct question. I’ve gathered from the few times I’ve been to Silver Technologies, that this is his normal behavior. He’s a quiet and watchful person. I remember Abby mentioning that she, Nathan, and Tegan were in the sexual addictions support group. I wonder what his addiction is?

  Tegan seems like he’s more open and friendly, even a jokester at times. Ava, on the other hand, who I learned she met at a bar years ago, I can’t figure out. She’s seems nice enough, but I get the sense she’s just as hard as Abby, maybe even harder, she’s just better at hiding it. One thing I do know is that these four have a very close friendship. I also know that they are who helped keep Abby sane. I’m grateful for that.

  By the time we’re done eating, Abby seems more comfortable than I’ve ever seen her. It’s nice seeing her this open. Her friends bring that out in her, and I hope one day I can too. I know over time I can, and it’s time I know will be well worth putting in.

  The waitress brings the bill, and I pull my wallet out to pay, at the same time Nathan pulls his out. I see the words on his mouth before he even says them. “I’ve got it.”

  “You get the rest, I’ll take care of me and Abby.”

  He wants to protest, I can see it plain as day on his face, but one look from Abby has him relenting with a sigh.

  Overall, I think it went well. I’ve got a lot of ground to cover with Nathan, but I’m confident I can get him to see I have no intentions of leaving or hurting Abby.

  “You and Colt are coming to Blackie’s on Friday, right?” Ava asks, once we’re standing outside, getting ready to say our good-byes.

  “I’m not sure…” she stops and looks at me.

  We met at Blackie’s, and I’ve told her of my abhorrent dislike of the place. Of course, my main issue is the owner, and his place in my sister’s life. Even still, if it’s something Abby wants to do, I can overlook the bastard for a few hours. Maybe I’ll get lucky and won’t see him at all.

  Every night, since we agreed to see where this was going, we’ve stayed at my place or hers. It may do us some good to get out of the house.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “I do.” She leans up on her toes and feathers her lips across mine. Pulling back, she says, “It’s Ava’s birthday. We always go out and celebrate at Blackie’s.”

  “Well, then, count us in.”

  “I knew I was going to like you,” Ava chirps happily, giving Abby a high five, then a hug and kiss on the cheek.

  “See ya, man. Take care of our girl.” Tegan holds out his hand for me to shake. I grip it, thankful I have at least two of Abby’s friends on my side.

  Nathan stands back from the others as he watches the exchange between me and his friends. The scowl isn’t quite as pronounced, but it’s still there. Abby walks up to him and pulls him in for a hug. I hate watching as his arms wrap around her waist. I keep my eyes on his hands to make sure they stay where they are supposed to. I’m still not sure if he has a thing for her or not, but I don’t think he does. It still sparks my ire that he’s seen her naked body and has touched her intimately.

  His eyes stay on me, but when she murmurs somet
hing in his ear, he pulls back and looks down at her, his brow furrowing. After a few quiet words that only they can hear, his eyes flicker to mine, before going back to hers, and he nods. She smiles at him, then walks over to me, where I throw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to my side.

  “You ready?”

  “Yep,” she answers.

  We wave good-bye one last time and make our way over to my truck. Instead of taking her back home like we had originally planned, I decide to make a pit stop. I pass by the exit that leads to my place and continue south on the interstate.

  “Where are we going?” Abby asks, her neck craning as she watches the exit sign go by.

  I pick up her hand and kiss the back of it, before placing it on my thigh. “You’ll see.”

  “A surprise, huh? I like surprises.” She laughs, the unencumbered sound doing something to my insides.

  “I hope you like this one.”

  Twenty minutes later, we’re traveling down a gravel road and pass by a sign that says Sweet Valley Park. I drive by several vehicles that are parked in the picnic area. Abby watches as kids play on the playground. Her face carries a pained look, but I know it’s not from cramps, it’s from looking at the kids. We haven’t talked about the future, but from the look on her face, I can tell she wants children.

  I pull to a stop beneath a tree and reach back for a button up shirt I have on the back seat, before getting out and walking around to her side.

  “What is this place?” she asks, after I open the door and help her from the truck.

  “It’s not very popular. I don’t know if it’s because people don’t know about it, or if they just don’t care to come here for some reason, but I come here sometimes, just to sit back and relax. It’s beautiful here.”

  I step behind her and slip the sleeves of the shirt up her arms to ward off the chill. Grabbing her hand, I lead her to a bank of trees and thick, tall bushes. She looks around as she follows behind me. I pull back several branches and gesture for her to step through. She gives me a skeptical look, which I return with a smile, and steps past the branches. Her sharp indrawn breath alerts me that she sees the beauty just as I much as I do.