Newly Exposed

by Meghan Quinn

  Slowly, Solo covered her mouth and started laughing. I knew exactly what she was looking at. It was my mom’s favorite picture, and I had no clue why. I was caught off guard in the picture, shouting something to a friend, showing off my braces and head gear. I was wearing tight denim jeans that rode high on my waist and I was wearing a shirt with Elmo on it that was tucked into my jeans. I was the epitome of nerd, and my mom thought it was the best thing ever.

  “Oh, my God, this is my best day,” Solo said, as she grabbed her phone out of her purse and took a picture of the picture.

  “Hey,” I snapped, as I took her phone out of her hands and quickly deleted the picture. “Nice try.”

  “Oh, come on, I have to show that to the guys.”

  “If you ever want to see me naked again, you will keep that picture as a memory and your memory alone, that’s it.”

  “Adam…” Solo turned red again.

  I grinned like a fool, while my mom patted Solo on the shoulder.

  “Honey, we know you’re fornicating,” my mom assured again.

  “But he doesn’t have to talk about it, especially in front of his mom,” Solo replied, clenching her teeth and staring daggers at me.

  “Yeah, I do, when it’s that good,” I added with a wink.

  “Jesus,” Solo muttered, as she shook her head at me.

  “Oh, honestly, Adam. Can’t you see you’re torturing the girl?”

  “She likes it.”

  “We’ll see about that later, Mr. James,” Solo threatened.

  “I’m not scared of a little old muffin,” I said, grabbing the photo album from my mom. Memory time was over.

  “You will be when this muffin goes stale on you.”

  “Oh, good one,” Aunt Sarah said, as she held out her fist to Solo.

  Gladly, Solo fist bumped my Aunt Sarah, which freaked me out. I didn’t think my Aunt Sarah even knew what a high five was, let alone a fist bump.

  I pointed to all three women, who were giggling, and said, “I see what’s going on here…you only wanted me to bring Solo here so you could gang up on me even more. How is that fair?”

  “It’s not,” my mom told me. “But it doesn’t matter if it’s fair or not, because it’s time you realized that the women in your life will always be right.”

  I tossed the album in the dresser drawer and sat down next to Solo, placing my arms on her legs and leaning forward. Her hand went to my head again, stroking the short strands near my ear.

  “Damn, outnumbered. I can see dad laughing at me now.”

  “He is,” mom confirmed and patted my arm.

  A long yawn escaped my mom’s mouth before she covered up and apologized. I could tell she was getting tired, and the excitement of meeting Solo took a toll on her, so I decided to end our visit.

  I stood up and grabbed Solo’s hand. “Looks like you need a nap, Mom, and don’t argue with me,” I added, before she could convince us to stay. “I don’t want you wearing yourself out.”

  She nodded and then turned to Solo, who was still sitting next to her. She held out her arms and said, “Come here, honey.”

  Solo wrapped her arms around my mom’s frail body and she gave her a deep hug.

  When my mom pulled away, she gripped Solo’s face with her hands and said, “You take care of my little boy, okay? You’re just so perfect for him; make sure he treats you that way,” my mom winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

  “He already does, Mrs. James,” Solo replied, and then gave my mom one last hug before getting off of the hospital bed. “I’ve had a great time; it was such a pleasure meeting you.”

  “It was, dear. Please come by again, you were the highlight of my day.”

  “We will,” Solo said, as she gripped my hand and looked up at me with a grin.

  We said our goodbyes to Aunt Sarah and then walked out of my mom’s room and out of the hospital in silence.

  Once we reached my car, I walked Solo over to her side and opened her door for her. Before she got in the car, I pressed her up against the passenger side and kissed her lightly, while holding her chin with my finger and thumb.

  “We need to talk about something,” I said, working my lips up to her ear.

  “What’s that?” she breathed heavily, as I worked magic with my lips. My hand ran down to her hip and pressed her against the car, while trying to stay away from lifting her dress up and feeling her skin.

  “Back in the hospital, you said you hated me…that needs to be addressed.”

  “You know I don’t hate you,” she said, as her fingers played with my belt loops.

  I pulled my lips away from her soft skin and looked her in the eyes. “Then tell me how you feel about me,” I asked, on pins and needles, hoping her little confession wasn’t only an in-the-moment type of thing.

  “You tell me first,” she said shyly, as her fingers glided up my shirt, sending a tingling sensation through my body from her touch.

  I nodded and ran my hand up to her cheek, where I cupped it. “After watching you interact with my mom and Aunt Sarah, and how much they love you, and how much you fit in to our little family, it all confirmed the fact that the moment I first saw you in the casting office, I knew I was going to end up falling in love with you.”

  Her eyes softened at my confession as her fingers slipped into the waistband of my briefs, barely coming in contact with my skin. I sucked in a deep breath at her touch and the way she looked at me, it was almost all too much.

  Taking a deep breath, I said, “I love you, Solo.”

  She pulled me in close so our noses were touching, and she said, “Damn, Adam, how could I not be in love with you? You make it impossible.”

  Laughing under my breath, I kissed her nose and said, “Then I’m doing my job.”

  I kissed her lips, melted into the softness of her body, and held the woman that captured my heart while expressing to her how much she mattered to me, how much she affected me. Her kisses tore me apart from the inside out, leaving me breathless and begging for more.

  “Do you have any plans tonight?”

  “No,” she shook her head as she looked up at me through her eyelashes.

  “Good, you’re all mine. Get ready to be naked, muffin.”

  “Only if you do that cannoli thing again.”

  “Ahh, you liked that, did ya?” I asked, while nudging her and wiggling my eyebrows.

  “God, you’re annoying,” she said, as she pushed me away and got in the car.

  I laughed to myself as I went around the car and got in. Little did she know, I would do any damn thing to her that she wanted. I was at her mercy.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Solo

  I developed a routine of waking up wrapped in Adam’s arms, having sex in the shower, going to work, daydreaming about Adam all day, going home to find Adam waiting for me, and then spending the rest of the night with him. That routine has been on repeat for the past two weeks, with the occasional visit from Adam at work because he had a photo shoot with Zia.

  He’s taken pictures for some upcoming book covers, mainly a baseball series that zeroed in on his abs in those hot, tight baseball pants. They were pretty steamy pictures, actually, ones that I might have saved to my desktop. Adam complained for days after that his abs hurt from having to flex them for hours on end, but really, he just wanted me rubbing him up and down, not that I was opposed to the request, I just saw right through him.

  Nolly and Blaze were surprisingly still holding strong, which confused me, because Blaze didn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy, but he gave Nolly a key to his place. He was still a douche in my book, but I pretended to like him for Nolly’s sake. I felt us drifting apart ever so slightly because of the relationships we were now in, nothing too serious, but we were due for a girl’s night.

  Tonight would be perfect for a girl’s night if I wasn’t in one hell of a shitty mood that was going to make me less than stellar company, thanks to the fact that I hadn’t had my Adam r
outine for the past two days. Zia had me out on location with Scout up in Napa Valley, which would have been a perfect place to go to with Adam, but unfortunately, I had to go with Scout, who was actually pretty good company. He at least kept things light and didn’t rag on me for texting Adam all day.

  I was excited to get home and fall into Adam’s arms, but he told me last night that he had to go to some family event down in San Diego, so I wouldn’t be seeing him for two more days, hence my shitty mood.

  My heart was sore, knowing that I wouldn’t be seeing Adam. It was almost pathetic how dependent I was becoming on the man. My day was brightened when I heard from him, I craved his text messages, and I stalked the man on Facebook and Instagram, wondering if he’d posted anything new. I was always let down, though, because the man was terrible with social media. So instead, I just stared at the pictures he’d posted previously, like some kind of obsessed stalker. It was unhealthy how obsessed with the man I was, but what kept me breathing, kept me moving forward was the fact that the man had the same exact obsession with me.

  With a sour mood, I walked into my place and saw Nolly sitting on the couch with a Bloody Mary in her hand and a celery stick hanging out of her mouth.

  “Bloody Mary at this hour?” I asked, as I set my stuff down in the entryway.

  “I was craving tomato juice,” she shrugged. “How was your trip?”

  “Fine.”

  “Doesn’t seem like it,” she said, as she chomped down on the celery with her front teeth.

  “I’m not in the best mood. I was counting down the minutes until I came home, and now Adam is out of town.”

  “Obsess much?” Nolly asked, as she fiddled around on her phone.

  “I’m pathetic; I know,” I admitted.

  “Well, I think your night is about to brighten up,” Nolly said without looking at me.

  “Why’s that?”

  She just nodded her head toward my bedroom, and then went back to playing with her phone.

  Not caring that I left all my stuff in the common area, I ran to my bedroom and opened up the door. The lights were off, which upset me, because I half expected Adam to be sitting on my bed, waiting for me, possibly naked...no, hopefully naked, but that wasn’t the case. So much for an overactive imagination.

  I went to reach for my light switch when a disco ball turned on and started spinning in circles on the floor. From a speaker that was set off to the side, the Star Wars opening theme music started playing and the light in my bathroom turned on, shining light from all the crevices of the door.

  Giving myself privacy, I shut the door to my bedroom, and couldn’t hide the giant smile that was taking up residence on my face as I waited in anticipation for what was going to happen next.

  The disco light in my dark room was making it look like I was in space, and the music coming from the speaker was only exciting me more; I needed to know what was going to happen next. I was so impatient.

  The door to the bathroom slowly opened and the light beaming from the overhead lights in the small room shone through, casting a shadow on the person there, who I could only assume was Adam. From his back, he brought his arm forward in front of him, holding something long.

  He walked toward me and lit up the now apparent light saber in his hand, casting a green glow on his deliciously barely clothed body. I couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he was dressed up as Han Solo with the black vest and blue pants with boots, but of course no shirt, just the way I liked him.

  Continuing to walk toward me, he started reciting the opening text of Return of the Jedi, making me laugh even harder.

  Stopping right in front of me, he lifted my chin with his plastic light saber and said, “Sexy, right?”

  I shook my head in humor and said, “You know Han doesn’t have a light saber, right?”

  “Uh, durr, Solo,” he said, as if my comment was totally moronic, making me laugh even harder. “But I can’t possibly bang you all the way to Tatooine holding a light saber and dressed up as Luke Skywalker.”

  “And why’s that?”

  “Because,” he stepped behind me and pulled something off the hook that hung off my bedroom door and then held it in front of me. “Princess Leia can’t possibly have sex with her brother.”

  A burst of laughter escaped my mouth as I looked at the shit eating grin on Adam’s face as he held up the gold bikini that Princess Leia wore when she was Jabba the Hutt’s prisoner in Return of the Jedi.

  He then bent down under my bed, grabbed a flat box, and brought it up to my view.

  “I even got you cinnamon buns for the full effect.”

  I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears were rolling down my face from how ridiculous but overly sweet Adam was. He was so unpredictable, and I loved that about him. I never really knew what was going to come from him next.

  “So, what do you say?” he said, as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “You’re so ridiculous, but I love you.”

  “You know how to hit a guy hard,” Adam said, as he held his heart with his light saber in one hand and the cinnamon buns in the other.

  “Can you put those things down and kiss me?” I asked, getting antsy from not being able to be held by him.

  Laughing, he put everything down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his bare chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, under the vest so I could feel his skin, and tilted my mouth up to his.

  “Did you really have a family thing?” I asked, inches from his mouth.

  “No, I needed to throw you off. Did it work?”

  “Yeah, I was depressed that I wasn’t going to be able to see you tonight. I’ve missed you.”

  He gripped my face with his hands and said, “Aw, muffin, I missed you too. But now that I’m here, how about you go get changed, huh?”

  “Is this some boyhood fantasy I’m about to fulfill for you tonight?”

  “Yeah, pretty much.”

  “Fair enough,” I said, as I turned to grab the bikini. “I’m not wearing the cinnamon buns, though.”

  Laughing, he pulled me back into his chest and lifted my chin. With precision, his lips landed on mine and started nibbling away, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core. In a matter of seconds, he could turn me into molten lava with just the slight touch of his lips. It was crazy how much I needed this man in my life.

  Gently pulling away, he smiled at me with that dimple of his and said, “Go get changed, muffin. I have some plans for us tonight.”

  “Okay,” I started walking toward the bathroom when I turned and said, “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here.”

  “Me too, muffin.”

  In the bathroom, I quickly changed into my outfit and laughed at how ridiculous Adam’s fantasy was, but I would do pretty much anything for my man, so I went all out. I put my hair in a high ponytail and braided the loose strands, just like Leia had it in the movie. I looked in the mirror and thought how much I actually looked like Carrie Fisher with my dark hair and dark eyes. Adam’s mind was going to explode.

  With a brave heart, I opened the bathroom door and found Adam sitting on the bed, playing around with the light saber. When he looked at me, he stood straight up and dropped his saber to the floor. His eyes lusted after me, ate me up, and made me feel so damn desirable that I thought I was going to combust on the spot.

  “Holy fuck,” Adam said, as his hands ran through his hair while he walked toward me. “I mean, holy fuck, Solo.”

  I giggled and did a quick spin for him.

  “Do I live up to your fantasy?”

  “Are you kidding? Fuck!” he said again, not being able to express himself any other way. He grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him. He made me spin again in his embrace, taking one more once over. “I’m so fucking hard.”

  I laughed and looked down at his crotch. Damn, he really was.

  “Umm, I had plans to watch Return of the Jedi, but I think I’ll have to put that on hold because I need you…now.�
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  Before I could say anything, Adam swept me up in his arms and carried me toward my bed. He placed me gently on the comforter, on the edge, and just looked down at me as his hand ran over his mouth.

  “Fuck, I have no clue how to begin.”

  “Let me help,” I smiled, as I leaned forward and unbuckled his pants, freeing his erection from its confines. His cock, clearly hard with a little dot of pre-cum at the tip, stared me down and enticed me. So, I braced myself on his thighs, leaned forward, and lightly licked his tip, reveling in the way I made him quiver from his toes to his head.

  “Christ, just…Christ,” he breathed out.

  “Grab my hair, Adam.”

  With his eyes wide, he wrapped his hand around my braid and guided me closer to his erection. Obeying, I opened my mouth and practically swallowed his cock down my throat. A feral moan escaped Adam’s mouth as his head flew back from the pleasure I was giving him. His hand pulled on my hair, so I loosened my hold and allowed his cock to ever so slowly pull out of my mouth until just the tip touched my lips.

  Through my eyelashes, I could see his chest heaving and him slowly losing control. I let my right hand travel down his thigh until I cupped his balls. He spread his legs for me a little more for better access, which I took advantage of. I ran my hand up the back of his ass and let my finger drag along his crack until I came back to cup his balls. I wasn’t much of an ass person, but with Adam, it was different. He had the most perfect ass I had ever seen, and I couldn’t help but touch it.

  “Fuuuck,” he drawled out, as I rolled his balls in my hand and licked around the head of his cock. Another shot of pre-cum found its way onto my tongue, letting me know that I was doing my job just right. “I can’t; you have to stop,” he breathed as he pulled me to my feet.

  “I don’t want to,” I said, as I pumped him hard with my hand.

  “No,” he stepped away with a raging hard on. I had never seen him so big.

  My heart beat rapidly in anticipation, just waiting to see what he was going to do next…waiting for his touch that would turn my skin into molten lava.