Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening)

by LeeAnne, Lynda

“You’re big. Give me a minute,” she whispered, and fuck if that wasn’t what every man wanted to hear.

  I grew so hard I almost felt sorry for her.

  I could barely see her with the light shining through from the windows, but what I could see had me captivated.

  Her hair was wild and wavy, like a mane and I wanted to tangle my fingers in it. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her full lips were slightly parted. Her heavy breasts and the perfectly pink tips were beautiful and called out to me. My mouth watered. Her stomach was flat, but she was thick, like my woman should be.

  “You belong to me…all of you,” I growled, and my fingertips pressed deeper into the soft flesh at her hips. Her eyes opened and locked on mine.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Adam,” she admitted as she lowered her body over mine. Her breasts crushed against my chest, her hands wrapped around my neck and she kissed me. Never breaking eye contact.

  “My heart, Mia,” I breathed against her lips. I cupped her face in my hands and she started rocking herself on me. I lifted my hips to go deeper. She picked up the pace. My hands went back to her hips and I pressed down on her as I lifted myself higher. Her mouth hit my neck and she licked me and bit me and I could hear her uneven breathing in my ear.

  She rocked herself faster and when I met her pace, her nails sunk into my shoulders.

  “That’s it, Baby,” I groaned.

  “You make me crazy,” she said breathlessly, and with how her insides were tightening around me, I took crazy as a good thing.

  “Back at you, Baby. Now, give me your mouth.”

  She lifted her head, slammed her mouth down on mine and our tongues tangled, caressed and fought for possession. I could feel her everywhere and I needed to go deeper. I wanted to devour her.

  She moaned, “I’m coming.”

  Thank fuck.

  I felt her grow wetter and her insides clenched around me like a vise. I was ready to explode, but I wanted her to finish first.

  “Come with me,” she breathed in the middle of her orgasm, and I didn’t fight it. I gave in. I groaned and pumped twice more, before slamming her hips down on mine as I spilled inside her.

  We were both panting when it was over and Mia collapsed on top of me like a blanket.

  “I’m exhausted,” she whispered.

  I chuckled, “I bet.”

  She grumbled, “You’re supposed to say you’re exhausted too.”

  I smiled and let my hands travel down her back to squeeze her ass. “Baby, I’m fuckin’ wiped.”

  I felt her smile against my chest as her hand traced circles over my heart.

  “That’s better,” she whispered, and I lay there feeling full and whole again. I caressed her back until I felt her breathing deepen and her body grew heavy. I thought to move her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so I snagged the covers on the side she'd been sleeping on and flipped them over us both. I hugged her to me until I fell asleep.

  My eyes flew open and my arms automatically tightened around Mia’s waist when I felt her body jerk. “What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, as I looked up at her face. My voice was rough with sleep and I was hot from Mia's body. She hadn't moved an inch since falling asleep last.

  “I thought I heard something, but I’m not sure. Sorry,” she muttered and rested her head back on my chest.

  I glanced to the nightstand and exhaled. Eight o’clock in the morning.

  Then I heard what Mia must have heard. Banging on the front door. I growled.

  “Told you I heard something,” Mia muttered as she lifted her head again.

  “Fuck ‘em,” I said as I gripped Mia’s ass and squeezed, ready for my morning fill. I had gone too long without her.

  “Adam! I know you’re home so open the door!” I heard Lex shout from outside the house and Mia’s body stiffened. “Don’t make me use my spare key! Layla wants to see you!” she continued and about a million ways to kill Lex flashed through my mind.

  “Bitches be crazy,” I muttered to myself.

  “Who is that?” Mia asked as she crawled off me, and I hated the loss, but something about knowing Mia was finally going to finally meet my sister-in-law and my niece made me anxious.

  “It’s Lex. Get dressed, Freckles. I’ll introduce you,” I said as I jumped out of bed.

  “But… I don’t have anything to wear,” Mia said with uncertainty and I spoke as I dressed in navy blue track pants and a white t-shirt.

  “You look good in anything. Just put on my clothes from last night. We’ll go get your stuff from your apartment later today.”

  “Adam! Layla and I are in the house! You better not come out naked!” Lex shouted again and I shouted back, “I’ll be right down! Don’t come up here!” I walked to the bathroom.

  When I walked back out, Mia was still sitting up in bed with the covers up to her neck, and she looked scared to death.

  I froze.

  "Freckles, you okay?"

  She shook her head. "Why are you so comfortable with this? Isn't Lex your girlfriend?"

  My brows met in confusion and I had to think about her questions. Where would she get -- it hit me. When I'd taken her home from the grocery store, I'd been with Lex, and when Mia had alluded to Lex being my girlfriend, I hadn't corrected her because I was pissed that she'd told me she had a boyfriend.

  "Mia, Lex is my sister-in-law. Layla is my niece."

  She mouthed, "Oh," with her lips, but she still didn't move.

  "Come on, Freckles, get dressed and come meet them."

  "But... I don't think that's such a good idea. Do they know who I am?"

  "It's a great idea, and they're about to find out. Just get dressed," I rushed as I headed out of the room not wanting to give Mia any more time to argue.

  I jogged down the stairs with a little more pep in my step.

  “Ohhhh…Momma is soooo mad at you!” Layla shouted as soon as she saw me coming down the stairs. I grinned, and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I scooped her up and kissed her forehead.

  “Missed you, Squirt.”

  “I’m not a squirt,” she pouted and my grin grew bigger.

  “Where the heck have you been?” Lex asked next. “I’ve called you a million times, Trish has called you a million times and so did Lan... if you can believe it. We’ve been worried about you and you’re acting like you won the lottery. What’s going on?”

  “I’ve been with Mia --”

  “Who’s Mia?” Lex snapped and just as I opened my mouth to answer, I heard a sweet, “I’m Mia,” said from the stairs. I twisted my neck and saw Mia standing halfway down the stairs, but she looked pale.

  My grin died.

  “Freckles, everything all right?" I asked, but her eyes wouldn't meet mine. They were stuck on Layla.

  "Sorry, yes, I'm fine," Mia said so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. Then she looked at me a nanosecond before returning her gaze back to Layla in my arms.

  I looked at Layla and my heart rate increased. I squeezed my eyes shut because I couldn't believe I forgot.

  Layla looks just like me. Why didn’t I warn her?

  When I heard Mia finish her descent down the stairs, I opened my eyes and she was standing next to Lex.

  "Hi, we never really got a chance to meet properly. I'm Mia," she said in introduction as she held out her hand to Lex, who stared at her hand in shock.

  "Lex, you might want to close your mouth," I suggested, and at the sound of my voice, she snapped out of her daze and shook Mia's hand.

  "Sorry, I'm Lex. It's really nice to meet you."

  "I'm Layla," Layla chimed in and Mia twisted her neck so fast I thought it might snap, but a smile played on her lips.

  "Hi, Layla," she said softly. "It's really nice to meet you. You're a very beautiful girl."

  "Thank you, you're beautiful too," Layla said quickly. "I want your freckles."

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Mia Bryant

  I was so light headed, I thought I mi
ght faint. It was uncanny how much Layla looked like Adam... she could possibly be his twin, with long black hair and amazingly bright eyes, but hers weren't greenish-blue. They were amber. She had to be around six or seven and the moment I saw her, I nearly had a heart attack.

  "So, Munchkin, you wanna tell me why your mom is soooo mad at me?" Adam asked and Layla's nose scrunched up.

  "'I'm not a munchkin," she huffed. "And Momma said she's been calling you and calling you, but you wouldn't answer. Daddy told her it's 'cause you have woman problems... What are woman problems?" She tilted her head to the side and studied Adam's face. I couldn't help but grin. I looked at Adam; his eyes were already on me.

  "Layla," her mom scolded.

  "Trust me, beautiful girl... you're gonna be the cause of many woman problems for some poor boy in the future. I pity your dad--"

  "Adam," I heard growled in warning from the front door and my eyes flew to find the voice. I sucked in a breath so loud I knew the whole room heard.

  Holy shit!

  “Hi, Daddy!” Layla chirped.

  It was Adam’s brother.

  Landyn.

  I couldn’t believe that in my current state of shock, I actually remembered his name. There was no mistaking the resemblance. He was a slightly younger version of Adam. They were almost the same height, but Landyn looked a tad bit taller, maybe because of his hair. It was inky, and jet-black, just like Adam’s, except Landyn’s was longer and messy. His eyes…oh my God, they were an a-freaking-mazing citrine color. He had a square jaw like Adam, but his was covered in scruff and he didn’t have a cute little dimple in the center of his chin.

  But he was still sexy as fuck.

  He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, and Adam was wearing a white t-shirt and track pants.

  Oh, goodness gracious.

  Landyn was carrying a baby girl dressed in a frilly pink dress, and don’t ask me why, but that made him a zillion times hotter. All big and muscular and badass looking, holding a tiny, fragile, little angel in his arms.

  My eyes watered at the sight.

  “Freckles,” I heard Adam call out in a tone that wasn’t all too happy, but I didn’t face him right away.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Mia, Baby, what the fuck,” he snapped and I faced him then.

  “Sorry. There are two of you,” I snapped back and it sounded a lot like an accusation, as if it was Adam’s fault I was ogling his brother, which of course, it was.

  His eyes narrowed and I narrowed mine back.

  “Well, that was fast,” Lex muttered and I turned away from Adam’s angry face to look at her. I also noted that Landyn had walked further into the house, close to Lex. “It took me a while to realize they were brothers, but in my defense, I had a lot going on at the time. Mia, this is Landyn, my husband,” She nodded in his direction.

  He shifted the little girl in his arms, but didn’t stick out his hand. Actually, he was looking at me like he didn’t like me very much at all.

  “Nice to meet you,” he rumbled, but he didn’t sound like meeting me was nice, and I watched his eyes take in my outfit with disgust. I froze, remembering I was in Adam’s baggy clothes and looked like a slob.

  “Landyn,” Adam growled low in warning, and I didn’t look at him. I was embarrassed and I wanted to disappear into thin air.

  “Princess, why don’t you go to the back room and watch TV for a few minutes while the adults talk in the kitchen?” Lex asked, looking at Layla and Layla agreed with a quick “Yay” as she wiggled her body so Adam would put her down.

  “Can Laura come too?” Layla asked with big sister concern, which I thought was so damn cute.

  “No, Babe, she’ll stay with us for now so you don’t have to watch her, okay?”

  “Okay,” Layla shouted so fast she nearly cut Lex off.

  As I watched her run down the hall, I thought it was a good thing the TV was in the family room at the back of the house, just in case things got heated. Landyn and Adam sort of looked like they were about to throw blows.

  “I can’t believe you were that pissed off at Trish for marrying Tony that you ran out on her wedding so you could come back here to fuck her,” Landyn sneered furiously.

  I was so taken aback by his words my chest tightened and heat pricked my skin. I wasn’t that ugly, but he was still looking at me with disgust. Who the hell did he think he was? And who the hell was Trish? Another one of Adam’s women I was sure.

  I straightened and hissed, “Who the hell do you think you are?”

  He glanced at me like I was nothing, but Adam’s brother or not, I refused to cower.

  “Landyn,” Lex hissed in warning, before glancing at me with remorse.

  I wanted to kick his ass!

  “Brother,” Adam said, and the acidity in his tone hinted at violence. “You better watch your goddamn mouth around my wife. She called, I jumped. I didn’t give a shit about Trish’s wedding,” Adam finished and I was certain all the air was sucked out of the room.

  I felt all eyes hit me, but I kept my narrowed eyes on Landyn.

  The fucker.

  “Say that one more time,” Landyn demanded, his voice a bit softer, and Adam didn’t hesitate.

  “Mia’s my wife, so stop looking at her like she’s a whore. You of all people know exactly what one looks like, so you of all people also know that she doesn’t look like one.”

  I heard Lex’s gasp, and I closed my eyes and wished myself somewhere far, far away.

  “Maybe I should just go back upstairs while you talk to your family,” I offered.

  “Hell no, this is your house. They don’t like what I have to say, they can get the fuck out.”

  “Adam, stop it. They obviously have no idea what you’re talking about,” I hissed. “And you’re the only one who needs to watch his mouth. There’s a little girl in the room.” I took a quick glance at the girl still in Landyn’s arms, but her eyes were the only ones not on me.

  I met Landyn’s horrified stare. “You don’t have to look so surprised. I know I’m not half as pretty as most of the women Adam’s been with…or your wife for that matter, but you could at least have the decency to keep your repulsion to yourself.”

  If possible, his eyes widened further and, a moment later, they turned angry.

  He turned to Adam and growled, “Is she fuckin’ kidding me?”

  But it was me who answered, “No, I’m not kidding you. I know I’m not much to look at, but you don’t have to be so blatantly rude about it.”

  “Are you for real?” Lex asked in a whisper. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “What she said,” Landyn seconded, still growling.

  I stiffened further. “I didn’t say that to fish for false compliments. I’m just tired of you glaring at me like you can’t believe Adam would actually marry someone who looked like me.”

  “Babe, do not put words in my mouth. I’m actually thinking the exact opposite. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous like my wife said, and I’m just trying to figure out how in the hell Adam pulled someone as hot as you. I thought he might have tricked you into marrying his cocky ass, but I’ve just come to the conclusion you’re just as bat-shit crazy as he is.”

  My eyes flew to Adam who was already glaring at me and his expression promised an ass kicking. “We’re talking about this shit later,” he warned.

  Oh shit.

  “Okay, okay. She’s gorgeous, but explain how she’s your wife? When did you get married? Did you go to Vegas or something and not tell anyone,” Lex rambled.

  “We’re really married,” I answered through a sigh before Adam could open his mouth. “I met him when I was eighteen. I got pregnant and got married at nineteen, he was twenty-three. He cheated on me, I lost the baby at four months and I left him. He refused to divorce me… still does.”

  “Damn it, I didn’t cheat on you, and stop talking about divorce. I hate that word,” Adam growled and I waved his argument away with my hand.

  “Semantics.”
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  “It’s not semantics, it’s a fact, Mia.”

  I decided to change the subject. “Who’s Trish?”

  His eyes veered to look at Lex quickly before they came back to me. “She’s Lex’s best friend. And before you ask, no, I haven’t fucked her or touched her in any way. We’re friends.”

  I rolled my eyes. “But you tried to get in her pants, I’m sure. And it’s nice that you call all vaginas friends. You’re like the puntang master. Really, you should start your own talk show.”

  “Mia --”

  “I’m so lost…I think I need to sit down. Can we sit down?” Lex asked, looking longingly toward the living room. Landyn looked just as baffled.

  “Can’t sit in there, Babe. Mia cut up the couch, and there might still be glass on the floor,” Adam said in a voice filled with amusement.

  I glared at him.

  “You cut up the couch?” Lex asked low and breathy. I shrugged with nonchalance.

  “I picked that couch out with his mom. It brought back some bad memories and Adam was being a jerk.”

  “But…broken glass?” Lex continued to ask in confusion.

  “I threw a picture frame at his fat head.”

  “Oh. My. God,” Lex replied and to my surprise, Landyn grinned.

  “I like her,” he said to Adam and Adam scowled.

  “Wouldn’t matter if you didn’t. She belongs to me.”

  That made my tummy flutter, but it was still irritating. “I really wish you would stop saying that. I don’t belong to you. I’m not a toy,” I said.

  He moved so fast I didn’t have time to react. He stalked to me and when he got close enough, he yanked me to his chest, framing my face with his hands when he was done.

  “You’re right, you’re not a toy. You’re my wife.” His greenish-blue eyes gazed into mine as one hand fell away to pick up my left hand. I was breathing hard when he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss to my ring finger, before entwining our fingers. My whole body sighed. It was sweet and I had no response to Adam’s sweet.

  Landyn cleared his throat. “Should we leave?”

  “No, we’re making breakfast for the girls. We’ll talk more in the kitchen,” Adam answered quickly and let me go.