“You’re a fool. Nobody could see us back at the store other than maybe So’s bro.”
Strong, resilient—even after her mini breakdown, Addie was a rock, more powerful than I could have guessed. Sure, I wondered if sarcasm and joking were like her cover-up. But then again, we all had our ways of coping.
“Wonder if So’s mom’s name was Ho,” she whispered, voice all rough and sexy.
Fighting the laughter in my throat, I whispered back, “Or maybe he had a sister named Flo.” I grinned, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m going Gigolo for the dad, Piccolo for the sister, and Bob for the other brother.” She shivered, finally resting her cheek against my chest. Both of her palms were on my thigh, rubbing back and forth in a maddening line.
“Bob?” I managed to get the word out, my cock so hard against her leg I was sure she felt it.
She leaned her head back and lifted her chin, our eyes meeting. With her mouth tipped up on one side, looking sexy as sin, Addie was like an offering from the gods. One no man would ever be able to refuse.
“Bob the oddball.”
I shut my eyes, rubbing my forehead against hers. “The oddball, huh?”
One of her hands lifted off my thigh to run through the back of my hair. Her fingers were like silk—soft, smooth. “Every family has one. The one member that’s out of place and doesn’t belong. The Bob of the group. Like me.”
My throat burned. She was giving me a hint, and it tore me up inside. What happened in her past to make her feel like she didn’t even fucking belong in her own family?
Not wanting to push her, I kissed the spot to the right of her lips. “I like you as a Bob.”
She grinned, letting her fingers trail lower into the collar of my shirt. “Minus the penis, of course.”
“Thinking I’d go penis for you, sweetheart.”
A full-on belly laugh rumbled through the air, just as a plane roared overhead, coming in to land. Addison jumped at the sound.
“Is it supposed to be so low?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, not even bothering to look. I had something more important I needed to study.
As the loud roar of the plane continued, my need for this woman only intensified, faster and harder than I’d ever known before. Like a rocket to the gut, a plane to the head, a sledgehammer clobbering away at my soul. Looking at Addie made everything right. Kissing her made everything perfect.
She turned back around to face me, and I went for it, growling low in my throat as I hitched her body up over my lap, her legs now straddling mine. No time to waste, not a moment too soon. If I didn’t get inside her, I’d lose my mind.
Chest to chest, I went right for the bottom of her shirt, only letting her lips go to speak. Needed her words, her commitment to this before I took it further. Nothing was sexier than a woman saying yes.
“I need you like water, baby, but I’m not gonna do anything ’til you tell me you need me too.”
Panting, she pulled back, only to grab the hems of her sweater and the T beneath to throw them up over her head. Her lips twitched, and her eyes were heated, playful, and gorgeous. “If this doesn’t tell you what I need”—she wrapped her bare arms around my back, urging my shirt up this time, her nails scraping over my flesh—“then you need a serious lesson on what a woman wants.”
I didn’t need any lessons. Just needed the right woman to tell me how and when to—
“Make love to me, Collin. Right here.” Her whispered request stirred something inside me. Maybe it was the L-word she used. Maybe it was the desire in her voice or the honesty in her eyes. But it was something I knew damn well I’d never let go of.
“Fuck yes.”
I spun her over, pulling her beneath me, stomach tight. Not thinking about where we were or how exposed this made us, I reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open with a flick of my fingers. My knuckles grazed her pretty stomach, and I moved my mouth down, needing to taste the smooth skin. Just below her belly button, I kissed a curve, loving how she wasn’t shy with her body and instead arched her back and urged me lower.
“Gotta take my time with this.” Worship her like she deserved.
The broken stalks of corn nearby blew in the breeze, rustling around us like perfect music for the perfect night. The low buzz of the plane engine still echoed in the distance, sounding almost like the vibrations coming from inside my chest. Our blanket had bunched beneath us, the scratchy material nowhere near perfect enough to serve this moment. But then Addie shivered, urging me closer with her hands on my forearms and making me forget about details.
I leaned back and slipped my own pants off, gritting my teeth as the sting of cold air hit my back. “Jesus, it’s cold out here.”
She rolled her eyes, finally succeeding in pulling me closer. But instead of telling me I told you so like she probably would’ve normally done, she brought my face down to hers and kissed me. Kissed me so slowly that the goose bumps on my arms were no longer caused by the cold.
Groaning, needing to touch her all over, I reached back and lifted her leg, trailing my fingers from the back of her knee, up her thigh, and down all over again.
When I’d gotten my fill of her legs, I spread them wider with my thighs and devoted the next few minutes of my time to her round, supple breasts. She hissed against my lips, pulling away to throw her head back, almost like the sensation was too much. Her hard nipples were like pebbles beneath her bra—couldn’t wait to get them in my mouth. Grinning against her neck at the thought, I kissed her throat, still enjoying the torture as I grazed over each of her nipples with my thumb.
Damn sure I was gonna take my time and make her remember this.
“Please, Collin. I can’t… I need…” Knowing I’d teased her long enough, I rolled over onto my side, making sure not to let her go. To do what I wanted next, she needed to be near me, facing me, as close to me as I could physically get her.
Wanting to see more, to feel it all in my hands, I reached behind her back and flicked the clasp of her bra off. Like a cat, she hissed as I scooted closer, never lifting my lips from her skin. I pulled her bra straps down over her shoulders and tossed it on the blanket to my right.
“Goddamn perfect.” Even in the dark, I could see the outline of her dark nipples, the curves of her rounded breasts. I kissed the top of each one, licking, tasting, until my mouth closed over a nipple.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, thrusting her hips against mine. I growled at the pressure and lowered my hand to her ass, feeling the back of her tiny panties.
Never relenting, I sucked on her nipples and caressed every inch of her backside, slipping my hand beneath the material to squeeze and thrust against her. Harder than hell, needier than I’d ever been, I said, “Fuck this slow shit. Need you. Now.”
Feeling crazy, I slipped off her panties, then my own underwear, and pushed her onto her back, all wide eyed and naked flesh. I wanted inside her so bad I could taste it.
“Can’t go slow, not anymore.” She whimpered, sucking on my neck, my chin.
I reached for my jeans, needing no other sign. She was feeling the same way as me. Hovering over her with one hand propped by her face and my cock resting against her bare thigh, I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and searched for a condom.
Max—the good guy he was—had restored my supply the second he’d seen me and Addie together. Said I’d need it eventually, saying I was an idiot for not being prepared for the inevitable. And even though I didn’t believe I’d ever get this lucky, I’d always hoped, knowing my attraction for Addie was an explosion in the making.
And now, here I was, seconds away from getting exactly what I wanted. With the woman of my dreams.
The blanket moved down, leaving her ass exposed against the damp, snowy grass and my knees on either side of her waist. My chest hurt just looking at her—knew she was the
only one I’d ever want this bad again.
“Gotta fix the blanket. Don’t wanna—”
“No.” She brought my forehead to hers, nibbling on my chin. “I don’t care about that. Just…please.”
I shut my eyes, taking in her words, then pulling back to meet her gaze. And seeing her silent nod, her heated gaze, I lined up my cock and drove inside her, finding my home once and for all.
Chapter 29
Addison
There’s this place before euphoria—sexual bliss, orgasmic perfection—where you think nothing and everything at the same time. Words you can’t contain, like “Oh my God, yes… Please, harder.” And then there’s the moment you call out your partner’s name: “Collin…” But what I was fast learning as a woman with little sexual experience is that being with the right person can bring on the euphoria from the first moment of connection. Because the second Collin slid inside me, I wanted to come.
My hands were on his back, holding him in me, scratching at his sweaty skin, his tight ass. The moment of connection was almost too much, yet not enough. Collin was inside me.
Collin, my boss. Collin, my friend. Collin, my lover.
The last thing I wanted was to rush this moment and find the end so soon.
One stroke, then two, his body knew exactly what to do to mine. Hips upon hips, skin upon skin, lips upon lips, sweat, cold, hot—I was a mess of need, and damn, it was too fast, too good, too right.
His lips grazed over mine, slow, steady, like he was barely in control.
“You’re so tight.”
One thrust—hard. An ache so deep in my body that I wanted to scream.
“Loving your sweet pussy, but it’s been so long for me. So fucking long…”
He groaned. Another thrust, this time me pushing hard against his hips.
“Never gonna want another like I do you though. Never.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head at his words. They were so honest, and scary, and the most real I’d ever heard.
I pressed my feet flat on the grass, and he slipped a hand beneath my neck, lowering his mouth down over my chin, my neck, worshipping me. The wetness beneath me on the grass served as a reminder of the raw moment—and no matter what, I’d never, ever regret it.
Over and over, he thrust against me—inside me. The ache subsiding, bringing a delicious sensation of sparks throughout my body.
I scraped my hands over his backside, and he cried out, “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” Reaching down between us, he pressed a thumb against my clit. Sweat slicked between our bodies, the cold wind an unexpected blessing.
With a growl, he sat up, fighting mad as he straddled me across his lap. The position forced my legs wider, pushing him in deeper. And then his hand moved faster, as if this alone was his reason for moving us. My breasts rubbed against his chest, and I looked down, watching him move inside me.
“Beautiful.” Like me, he was looking down at our connected bodies, a grin on his lips. But when he met my stare, his face grew tighter, his pace increasing.
I moaned, I called out his name, and in turn, he moved his fingers faster and pressed his forehead against mine.
He didn’t kiss me after that, just held my gaze as he rocked me up and down and held a thumb over my clit. There were things unsaid in his stare, a promise I was dying for, but now wasn’t the time for commitments.
And then it happened. He groaned. I groaned. He thrust harder.
“Addison.” He lowered his chin to his chest, pressing his forehead to my lips. “Sweet. Addison.” He tightened his hold, and then I came—so hard I screamed. The night air capturing my sounds. I was dying the sweetest death by orgasm ever. And it was the best way to go.
Soon after, he followed me and dropped both hands to grab my backside as he finished. Filled with awe and wonder and magic, I watched him bite down on his lip, watched him welcome the ache I’d just found.
And that was the moment I knew I’d fallen for him.
Hard.
* * *
I darted up from my pillow, eyes bleary as I searched the room. My chest grew tight as the sunlight spilled in from an unfamiliar window. But before I could let myself relax and enjoy the fact that I was sleeping in Collin’s bed, a cry sounded out. Chloe’s.
In only Collin’s T-shirt, I scrambled out of bed and went straight to her room. Only, the door was open, and she wasn’t inside, her screaming coming from the living room. Panic washed over me, and I darted down the hall, the ache between my thighs reminding me I’d done more than just sleep the night before.
Instead of finding a burglar or whatever crazy person my mind was conjuring up, I found three men in different states of dress, all nailing and pounding something kind of resembling a piece of furniture. Chloe, on the other hand, was not crying, but squealing in excitement as she sat in her high chair, watching the three men.
Too exhausted to speak, I stayed back and watched the show before me unfold.
“No, you dumbass. When it says flat head, you use a flat head.” Collin.
“Screw you. You wanna do this yourself, then do it. I’ll gladly sit on the couch and watch this shit show unfold. God knows Max’ll have it fucked up in no time.” Gavin stood up, running a hand over his face.
“You’re just in a piss-poor mood because I made you get up and go Black Friday shopping with me, so piss off.” Max.
“Will you two guys just shut up? You’re gonna wake up Addie.”
I grinned, hiding my lips behind my hand. Lordy, Collin was sweet—respectful and always thinking of others. It’s just one of the reasons I was so attracted to him. Yes, he did suffer from an occasional case of dickhead-itis when he got all domineering on me, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle.
Not to mention that just looking at the guy made me hotter than a sauna in the middle of the desert. With the simple bunching of his shoulders as he hovered over his white instruction manual, he stole the air from my lungs. Dressed in black boxers, no shirt, and… Oh hell, were those scratch marks down his back? I cringed.
“I don’t get you, man.” Max sat back on his heels. His eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, and he had on a pair of dark glasses, making him look one half sexy nerdy and the other half naughty sinister. Short, spiky, black hair stuck up all over, but it was still coated with gel from the night before. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of black gym shorts. “You have this hot-ass woman in your bed, yet you still sleep on the couch and choose to wake up early on a Saturday to put furniture together.” Max sighed, lowering his chin to his chest. “You’re making my cock hurt just thinking about it.”
“Don’t.” It was one word, nothing more. But the second Collin said it to Max, I knew he meant business.
Confusion pulled my brows together. He hadn’t slept in the bed with me? How had I not noticed him getting up to leave?
“It’s called respect, you idiot. She was exhausted, and I couldn’t ask her to go home so late.” Collin sighed.
“Well, shit. I’m thinking you need to get on that before—”
Collin slammed his tool on a piece of wood. “For God’s sake, Max. She’s Chloe’s fucking nanny. Leave it alone.”
My jaw clenched, anger at the forefront of my emotions. I took a step back into the hallway and leaned my shoulders against the wall, stealing the quickest, sharpest breath I could inhale. There, in the narrow, empty space, I tried to pretend Collin wasn’t actually denying me. It had to be more of a mistake with his words is all.
Benefit of the doubt, Addie. Give him the benefit of the doubt.
“But didn’t you say the two of you—” Gavin.
“Can we put this thing together and just stop with the chick talk? My head hurts, and Chloe isn’t gonna last much longer in her high chair.” I knew the sound in Collin’s voice. I could hear the exhaustion and
annoyance too. I just wished I knew why. Was it because of me? Of what happened between us?
I turned to go back into his room, get dressed, and leave, thinking I’d overstayed my welcome after all. But before I could get too far, Gavin’s words stopped me short. “What’s on your back, man? Nail marks?”
I shut my eyes, hands clutching the bottom of Collin’s shirt.
Chloe’s squeals grew louder, her toys clattering on the floor at the same time. My head snapped in her direction, and her eyes, wide and gleaming, were locked onto my face. In all her baby excitement, she threw her arms out toward me, and I cringed and waved in response. It was pretty much a safe bet that three ex-military men would catch on to my spy tactics, but then again, what did I have to lose?
I looked around the corner once more, finding Gavin behind Collin, who was now standing.
“Nail marks?” Max narrowed his eyes and moved in closer to see. “Where?”
“His back.” Gavin grinned, pointing down at the marks.
“Well, hell. Now it all makes sense.”
My stomach dipped, nerves eating at my insides.
“What?” Collin circled around to face them both, rubbing the back of his neck at the same time.
Max tapped a thumb against his smug smile, while Gavin scrubbed his hand up and down his face.
“Do you guys mind?” Collin’s shoulders bunched and stretched as he reached forward to grab a shirt off the end table.
“Well, well, well. The dirty dog fucked her after all.” Gavin looked up at the ceiling. My stomach coiled even tighter, and I pressed both hands against my throat.
Were they mad? Disappointed? I held my breath, not realizing how much I wanted their approval until that moment.
Collin moved toward Chloe, eyes narrowed as he picked her toys up off the floor and set them back on her tray. “Didn’t fuck anybody. I don’t plan to either.”
Max folded his arms over his chest. “You’re lying.”
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