Sexy Suit: A Cocky Hero Club Novel

by Croix, J. H.

  “That’s the point,” he said with enough deliberateness that I felt like he had a bit too much control in the situation. I never did like a man having the upper hand.

  I let my fingers trail across his chest and bit my bottom lip. “You might be driving me crazy, but I can return the favor.” I dragged my hand across his belly and cupped my palm over the hard ridge of his arousal. Ryan let out a low growl as I boldly squeezed. “You know, I never knew a man could wear a suit this well,” I murmured, appreciating how well his slacks defined his cock. Not that I would have expected anything less, but Ryan was clearly well endowed.

  I deftly undid his belt and fly in a hot second, discovering that he wore fitted boxer briefs. As I slipped my hand over his blatant arousal, he let out another hissed breath through his teeth.

  “Enough,” he ordered.

  I giggled because it was fun to rile Ryan up. He was so suave, so alpha, so controlled that there was something particularly decadent about snatching his precious control out of his hands.

  He spun around, lifting me against him as he sat down on the couch with me a bundle in his lap. “Oh, this is perfect!” I exclaimed.

  My knees fell to either side of his hips as I straddled him, and my skirt rode up around my hips. I was wearing a pair of wool tights underneath, which did little to disguise the heat of his arousal when I pressed down over it. Pleasure pierced through me in a jolt. I was slick with arousal, and my clit was swollen. Nothing more than the subtle pressure of him against me nearly pushed me over the edge.

  That little burst of pleasure gave Ryan a moment to regain control. He tugged at the buttons of my blouse until it fell open. His lips pressed like a hot brand in the valley between my breasts. He wasted no time flicking the clasp of my bra open, roughly cupping one breast and leaning forward to catch my nipple with his teeth. The warm suction had me spearing my fingers in his hair and crying out as I arched into him.

  Frantic to feel more of him, I yanked at the buttons on his shirt, not caring that one broke loose and disappeared into the cushions of the couch. Ryan’s chest was simply glorious, lightly dusted with dark hair and all hard muscles. His skin was warm to the touch as I mapped the muscled planes with my palms.

  He lifted his head, pinning me with his intense gaze as he lightly pinched one of my nipples. I squirmed on his lap.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I gasped when he flexed his hips slightly as I rocked mine into him.

  “So do you,” he murmured.

  Because he was strong, and apparently also very efficient, Ryan lifted me and yanked my skirt and wool stockings down in one quick motion. “Fuck, Addie. You’re killing me.”

  “That’s not my plan,” I managed to tease.

  His eyes swept up and down my body, his look downright dirty. Reaching out, he hooked his finger over the elastic edge of my panties and tugged me between his knees. When he leaned forward and dropped hot kisses over my belly, heat radiated through me at every point where his lips met my flushed skin.

  He lifted his head, his eyes almost level with mine with me standing and him seated. “I didn’t expect you to have a thing for black lace.” His voice was low and taut and sent a shiver through my entire body.

  I was quivering with need and shifted my thighs to ease the ache building there. “I have a thing for lace,” I finally choked out.

  Ryan’s fingers teased over my belly before dipping down between my thighs to cup my mound. “I didn’t know I did. Until you.”

  I meant to say something, I swear I did, but then he shoved my black lace and silk panties out of the way and stroked his fingers through my folds. I let out a little moan just before he sank two fingers in my channel. I almost came right then. I clung to my control—what little I had—because I didn’t want to climax, not yet. I wanted the full experience with Ryan buried inside of me.

  “Don’t,” I gasped as my hips rocked into the next stroke of his fingers.

  He stilled immediately. “Okay.”

  I was confused for a moment before I realized he thought I was trying to stop the entire encounter. “I don’t mean we’re stopping,” I clarified as I reached to free his cock from his boxer briefs. “It’s just I don’t want to come until you’re inside of me.”

  Ryan’s breath drew in sharply. For a long moment, all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat thundering through my body.

  Then, he was reaching to yank out his wallet, a condom packet falling on the couch as he did. In a matter of seconds, he’d rolled it on and was drawing me back toward him. I could’ve tried to argue the point I was in control, but I so absolutely wasn’t.

  I wanted Ryan, so fiercely, I couldn’t see or think beyond it. All I knew was I needed to be fused with him and to find the sweet release I craved.

  With our shirts torn open and both of us still half dressed, this was a rushed, messy encounter, and I didn’t even care. His hands gripped my hips lightly, stopping my motion as I began to move.

  “What?” That single word question came out demanding. Desire was driving me, and I needed to seek relief.

  “I didn’t want to rush this, but you’re not giving me much choice,” he murmured.

  “We can take our time next time,” I gasped, and I felt the press of his cockhead teasing at my entrance.

  “Is that a promise?”

  Although his words held a teasing hint, I sensed he was dead serious.

  “Absolutely.”

  I meant it too. Because this might be crazy, but I knew I was going to need more than just this to burn Ryan Blake out of my system.

  With his eyes hot on mine, Ryan eased his grip. I slowly lowered down, letting out a satisfied hum as he filled and stretched me.

  I couldn’t look away. With him watching me, this moment of joining was incredibly intense. The look in his eyes was so intimate I almost couldn’t bear it.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ryan

  Addie’s wide, dark eyes held me ensnared. I didn’t want to look away, and I couldn’t even if I’d tried. With every echoing beat of my heart, I felt more connected to her in this moment than I’d ever felt to anyone.

  I wanted to trick myself into thinking it was merely the hottest sex I’d ever had—and it most definitely was—but it was so much more. When she sank down over me, sheathing me in her slick, clenching core, our physical fusion sent sensation upon sensation careening through me.

  She let out this little breathy hum, and it was like a whip lashing me, driving me to sink deeper and deeper into her even though I was already buried to the hilt. I meant what I said—that I hadn’t wanted to rush this, but it was a force well beyond my control.

  I’d always been inclined to set the tone and pace of any sexual encounter and usually had no trouble keeping my grip firmly on the reins of control. Yet, with Addie, everything was scrambled, and I felt as if I were skidding out of control.

  I had no idea what a turn on it would be to experience her sassy attempt to take control. Fuck. It was downright intoxicating and only strengthened my resolve to try to retain what little control I had.

  Addie rose up slightly, almost pushing me over the edge. I gripped her hips more tightly, savoring the generous give of her flesh under my fingers. The downside to never letting myself get involved was I tended to end up in these acquaintance-with-benefits relationships with high society types who wouldn’t dare let any curves develop. Little did they know, I loved a woman with curves. Addie had them in spades. Her lush breasts bounced slightly as she shifted. The feel of her nipples, puckered tight and brushing against my chest was enough to drive me mad.

  “Easy,” I murmured when she wiggled impatiently.

  She let out a gasp before leaning forward to press a hot kiss along my jawline and nip my neck before lifting her head. I could see the frustration flashing in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

  “Impatient?”

  “I should think that’s obvious,” she murmured whe
n she wiggled again.

  This time, I let go, letting my head fall back when she rose up and sank down, sheathing me inside of her again as her slick channel rippled around my cock.

  I watched while she set a steady rhythm, biting her lip, a little whimper escaping as I flexed just enough to create friction right where her clit rubbed against me. Our angle was such that there wasn’t much for me to do. Every motion was a slow pull and glide as she sank down over me again and again and again.

  She gasped my name when I grabbed her waist, bringing her down rapidly while I flexed into the roll of her hips. I’d never cared, not one bit if a woman cried my name in passion. Yet, when Addie did, I fucking loved it.

  My release was threatening, as my balls tightened and electricity bundled at the base of my spine. As she rose up, I reached between us, pressing my thumb right where we were joined. When she came down, she cried out, her entire body going taut, and her pussy clenching hard around my length.

  When Addie shuddered and cried my name once more, I finally let go, my own release slamming through me so hard, and abruptly, it was a damn good thing I was already sitting down. By the time my consciousness flickered through the tumult of sensation, Addie was curled against my chest with her chin tucked into the side of my neck. The feel of her breath gusting softly across my skin was the first thing I noticed when conscious thought broke through the haze of desire.

  I glanced down. Her cheeks were flushed. My eyes traveled further down to where one of her breasts was pressed against my chest with her skin dewy in the flickering light from the fireplace. With her blouse open, her bra hanging to the sides, and her skirt hitched around her waist, she looked like a complete mess. So did I.

  I certainly wasn’t prone to being so enthralled by a woman that I fucked in a rush on the couch with my clothes barely off.

  But then, this was Addie. There were no rules when it came to her. I threw them all away.

  Case in point: when I heard the sound of Barnable’s claws clicking down the hallway and going quiet as he padded into this room with the carpet muffling the sound, that should’ve been my cue to gracefully and dispassionately untangle us. Instead, I let my fingers sift through her silky hair and said, “I think we have company.”

  Addie giggled and lifted her head, turning to glance over her shoulder. Looking up, I saw that Barnable appeared more curious about the fire than us as he waddled over to stare into the flickering flames.

  Addie looked back at me, and my heart gave a rib cracking kick. She bit her lip as her eyes searched my face. “Is this when I should graciously get dressed and leave?”

  “Absolutely not. We still have dinner. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

  The following morning, my awareness came in fragments as I came awake. The soft curve of Addie’s bottom pressed against my arousal. My hand at rest on her belly. The easy rhythm of her breath, quiet and steady as she slept. The scent of her winding around me as I breathed her in where my head was resting on the pillow behind hers.

  I thought I couldn’t have experienced a deeper sense of intimacy than our rushed, intense, and explosive encounter last night. Yet, waking up beside her with winter sunlight spilling through the windows and angling across the bed held a more profound sense of intimacy. It had an almost mundane quality to it. Because what could be more simple, and necessary than sleep? The vulnerability it took to actually fall asleep with someone else was something I’d never contemplated.

  Although my arousal was rather insistent, I didn’t want to act on it. Maybe another time after I’d had more than one night tangled up with Addie sound asleep at my side. But this morning, I didn’t want to ruin the moment, didn’t want to let my lust, ever-present when I was near her, to overtake this moment.

  Because I couldn’t help it, I let my palm lazily caress over the sweet curve of her hip and back up her side. I traced my fingertips along her collarbone before I brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss on her cheek. I was startled out of my hazy awareness when I felt motion at my feet on the bed.

  Lifting my head, I was greeted by the site of Barnable’s cheerful face with his chubby little paws resting on the foot of my bed as he peered over the edge of the mattress. My body shook lightly with my chuckle, and Addie murmured something.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  She rolled over in my arms, promptly stealing my breath. Fuck me. Addie was gorgeous on her own, this bright spot in my life I’d never expected. Yet, Addie unguarded in the morning was shockingly beautiful.

  Her dark hair was tousled against the white pillows, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from sleep with the crinkle of the pillowcase imprinted on one cheek. She gave me a lazy smile, and my heart responded with several deep thumps.

  “Is that Barnable?”

  I tore my eyes from hers to look back at him. Although I couldn’t see his tail, I presumed he was wagging it because the mattress was vibrating slightly from his excitement. His face disappeared from view with his claws clicking on the floor as he rounded to the side of the bed where Addie was resting. His head popped up immediately beside her.

  “Yes, as you can see,” I replied, smiling at her.

  She reached over, scratching her fingers behind one of his ears. “Fortunately, he can’t quite jump on the bed.”

  “Is that fortunate?” I countered.

  Addie shrugged as she rolled her head back to look at me. “Probably. As it is, I spoil him rotten. If he could get on the bed, I wouldn’t be able to keep him off, and then he’d think he owned it.”

  I chuckled, giving in to the temptation to brush my lips over hers. It felt as if a jolt of electricity passed between us. I forced myself to draw back, scrambling to get some control.

  Barnable gave me an assist when he let out a soft woof. I rolled away from Addie, mentally shocked at the sharp edge of reluctance I felt. When my feet hit the cool hardwood flooring, I took a deep breath, willing the need pulsing through my body to dissipate. Barnable proved to be good at throwing cold water on that by scurrying around the bed and licking my feet.

  I didn’t even let myself turn to look at Addie again because her tousled, sleepy temptation would be too much. After I tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, I finally glanced her way to see that she had tugged on the T-shirt and spare sweatpants I’d lent her last night after our encounter. They were definitely too big for her, but she rolled up the sweatpants and tied the T-shirt in a knot at her waist. I never thought I’d give a damn about seeing a woman wearing my clothes, but something about Addie in them sent a jolt of possessiveness through me.

  “Do you mind if I wear these for my walk home?” she asked when she looked up.

  Wordlessly, I shook my head, ignoring the pounding of my heart and the urge to stride around my bed and yank her back into it.

  “Coffee?” I asked when I thought I had myself under control.

  “I’ll never say no to coffee,” she teased. “After that, I need to get going because Barnable needs breakfast.” She paused, cocking her head to the side. “What was the surprise?”

  For a moment, I didn’t know what she was talking about, but then Barnable licked my foot and jogged my memory. “Oh, I want to take you to the rescue program. I thought maybe we could walk some of the dogs.”

  Addie’s smile was like a ray of sun beaming just on me. “I’d love that.” Her tone was soft and wondering, and my heart thudded in response.

  Not much later, the sound of the front door clicking shut behind Addie when she departed with Barnable at her side echoed in the entryway. I heard my phone vibrating on the kitchen counter as I strode back down the hallway. Lifting it, I saw Hazel’s fifth text, this one, Are you OK? I’m getting worried. You’re never late to the office.

  Hazel stood on the opposite side of my desk, her fingertips resting lightly on the surface. “Glad to see that you’re perfectly okay. Mind filling me in on why you were late? I try not to pry in your personal life,” she said this pointe
dly. “But I get worried. You have never actually been late to work.”

  “I do apologize, Hazel.”

  Hazel had been on the phone when I arrived, so I quickly got settled in my office and started plowing through the emails that never seemed to end.

  “Is everything okay?” she pressed.

  “It’s fine, as you can see,” I said with a shrug as I tapped save on my computer keyboard.

  “I see that you’re fine, but you do seem a little… Well, I don’t know how else to put it, but you seem off.”

  “I went out with Addie last night,” I finally said.

  While Hazel rarely commented, she did tell me when she liked people, and she’d loved Addie when she met her.

  Hazel’s lips quirked in a smile. “Oh really? Is that why you’re late?”

  “Yes. I was only an hour late. I usually get to the office at seven, so arriving at eight isn’t exactly an emergency,” I said drily.

  “For you, it is. I hope you take Addie out to dinner again.”

  “You do?” I didn’t even care that I was taking Hazel’s bait.

  “Yes, but don’t you dare hurt Addie. I like her.”

  I chuckled. “I don’t intend to. I like Addie too.”

  Hazel flashed a smile and turned to leave my office when the phone rang on her desk. I surprised myself with my next comment.

  “I called the attorney. He wasn’t my father.”

  Hazel stood completely still for a moment before turning around slowly, her eyes searching my face.

  “It’s a relief,” I added. “You don’t need to worry about me. But what I didn’t realize was that he also wasn’t Colin’s father.” Hazel didn’t look surprised. “Did you expect that? Because I didn’t.”

  I watched as Hazel closed her eyes, her shoulders rising and falling with a deep breath before she opened them again. “I’m not shocked. Your parents were miserable. Your father—well, I suppose he wasn’t your father—was a cold, distant, and emotionally abusive man to your mother. She initially dealt with it by seeking relief in an affair with a man who I suspect is the father of you and Colin. But when your father found out about her affair, he threatened all kinds of things. The only thing he wanted was money. Your mother stayed in the marriage to give him that and protect everything else. I’m sorry she didn’t have the strength to cut her losses. Keeping the company under her control meant staying married. That’s what she did because she didn’t want your father to get it all. She wanted something for you boys, and that company was her father’s to begin with.”