Paige in Progress (Reluctant Hearts #3)

by Brighton Walsh

  It isn’t until I hear the sound of the shower turning on that I realize he’s brought us into the bathroom, and I reluctantly tear my lips away from his. “This isn’t the bedroom. What are you doing?”

  “Taking a shower. We didn’t exactly get washed off, because someone wanted to play.”

  “Oh, sure, blame me. You were the one who—” I cut off in a gasp as Adam’s hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my already hard nipple through the material of my sports bra. “God, why are we still wearing clothes?” I push away from him so he can set me down on my feet, and then it’s a flurry of discarded clothes as I strip him and he attempts to help me do the same.

  “Jesus, how the hell do you get this thing off?” he asks, tugging at my sports bra after he’s already divested me of my shorts and panties. “It’s glued to you.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s your fault. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t soaking wet,” I say, trying to tug it over my head, but I’m trapped in a cotton prison.

  Adam makes a satisfied noise in his throat and takes advantage of my arms being confined over my head by the soaked cotton. Reaching out, he traces gentle circles around my nipples with his finger, and I pause my efforts, arms crossed over my head as he plays with me.

  “You know how hot you look, standing here completely naked with your hands bound over your head?” He leans in, brushing his mouth over my chest, licking a line straight up between my breasts. “I could do anything to you right now, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

  Sweet sparkling Christ, if he keeps talking like this, I’m going to come before he even touches my clit. I start working harder to get the drenched cotton off me while he continues to torture the ever-loving shit out of me. When I finally tug off my sports bra enough to free my arms, I toss it to the other side of the room and wrap my hand around his cock, thick and hard and straining for me.

  “I wouldn’t mind binding your hands, either.” I squeeze his shaft, and he reciprocates, pinching my nipples between his fingers, pulling a low moan from me.

  “In the shower, Paige.” He reaches down and pulls my hand off him before turning me around and slapping my ass. “We didn’t get in here last time, and you better believe I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.”

  Does he know I’ve been thinking about it, too? It must show on my face, because he smiles and stalks toward me until I’m in the small tub, the warm spray at my back. He reaches around me and grabs my body wash, squirting some in his hands, then lathering them up. Watching him watch me is nearly enough to make me come. His eyes are…hungry. Bouncing to every inch of my skin on display as he follows the path his soapy hands take. Over my shoulders, down to my breasts, my stomach, then between my legs. His touch is fleeting, though, quiet whispers when I need a megaphone. I roll my hips, trying to entice him to go right where I want him, and make a frustrated noise when he doesn’t.

  “You need me, Paige?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, and he’s all I can hear…all I can see. His tall, hard body is in front of me, blocking out everything else, his arms banded around me. He runs his hands up and down my back, rinsing the soap from my body, and while it’s sweet, almost reverent, I don’t want either of those right now. I want fast and hard and a little dirty.

  Standing on my tiptoes, I nip at his ear. “Reach between my legs and find out.”

  His chuckle is pained as he drops his forehead to my shoulder. Then he turns his head and brushes his lips along my neck. “If I do that, I’m going to want to fuck you, and I didn’t bring a condom in with me.”

  “Why didn’t you say that? Let’s hurry and get the fuck out of here.” I fumble behind me and grab the body wash, intending to squirt some in my hand and reciprocate. Instead, he snatches it from me and washes himself in thirty seconds, rinsing before he turns the water off. He yanks the shower curtain open and grabs one of the two towels I have hanging on hooks. With quick strokes, he wipes me down, squatting on the floor and lifting each of my legs to dry them before standing up and wrapping the towel around me. After the other is secured around his hips, I don’t have time to step out of the tub before I’m airborne as he lifts me into his arms and carries me into my bedroom.

  Amusement in my voice, I say, “I could walk, you know.”

  “We’ll get there faster this way.”

  “Aw, you in a hurry?” I trail a finger down his chest, chasing a water droplet, and smile when his eyes meet mine.

  He lays me down in the middle of my bed, my legs hanging over the side, and braces his hands next to my shoulders as he lowers his face to mine. “Considering you’ve put me in a constant state of blue balls since I’ve been back home and no amount of jacking off will alleviate them? Considering I’ve thought of little else than what it’s like to be buried inside you? Yes, I’m in a hurry. ”

  It isn’t like it’s been a secret, how he’s felt. He’s been open and transparent about it since he got back, but hearing him say it so directly loosens something inside me, and I melt further into the mattress. Reaching out, I snag the towel from his hips and toss it somewhere across the room, eyeing his cock as it bounces free. Fuck Jason and his Hall of Fame dick…if anyone could get in there, it’s Adam. He’s long and thick, pre-come beading at the tip of his flushed head. Swiping my thumb to gather the wetness, I wrap my hand around him. “What are you waiting for, then?”

  He groans and closes his eyes, pumping his hips into my waiting fist. After a few thrusts, he stops and moves out of my grasp. “I’m in a hurry to fuck you, Paige, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to rush straight to the moment I sink deep inside you.” He flicks my towel open, letting it pool at my sides, exposing me to his hungry gaze. Then he leans down, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before he descends and sucks one tip into his mouth. The pressure is feather light, just the faintest brush of his tongue over my peak, but it nearly sends me shooting off the bed.

  I reach out, grab his shoulders and try to pull him closer to me. “Oh God. Harder. Suck them harder.”

  Instead of doing what I ask, he pulls away completely, and I let out a frustrated groan. He waits—doesn’t move or speak—until my eyes flutter open. “Don’t tell me how to get you ready for my cock. I remember exactly what you need to have you dripping. So lie back and enjoy it.”

  Glaring, I snap, “I’m not enjoying anything right now, because you’re being a dirty, rotten teas—” I cut off in a gasp as his mouth closes over my nipple and he sucks hard at the same time his hand travels over my stomach, fluttering from hip to hip until lowering it and swiping a single finger through my slit. “Oh God, I lied. I’m sorry. Don’t listen to me. I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying this so fucking hard.”

  His chuckle heats my chest as he breaks away from my breast, his lips trailing all over my body—a hundred different places, and yet never where I want him—until he drops to his knees on the side of the bed, his broad shoulders braced between my spread legs.

  I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at him, watch him tracing a finger through all my wetness, his eyes focused on my pussy. “Do you know how much I wanted to lick you in the shower? How bad I wanted to get on my knees for you?”

  I fight the urge to grab his head, shove him forward and tell him to get busy, because I remember the last time I tried that, he took everything away. Instead, I grip the sheets to keep my hands from delving into his hair. “Why didn’t you?”

  He looks up at me, his normally pale blue eyes darkened with lust. “Because I don’t want anything to dilute the taste of your pussy. I’ve dreamt about this every fucking night since December. Now throw those legs over my shoulders so I can get to work.”

  He doesn’t even give me a moment to comply before he does it for me, tossing my legs over his shoulders and lowering his mouth to me. He moans after the first swipe of his tongue, the sound getting lost with mine when he fuses his mouth to me, devouring me whole. My arms shake with the effort of holding myself up, but I re
fuse to drop back on the bed, because watching Adam with his face between my legs is just about my favorite view in the world, especially when he lifts those eyes and looks right at me as he continues to work me over with his magical tongue.

  A whimper escapes my mouth when he pulls away, grabbing one of my hands and placing it on the back of his head. Puffs of air whisper across the wetness he’s coaxed from me. “Show me how much you love it when I lick your pussy,” he says, his voice gravely and low. “Shove me where you want me, pull my hair, whatever you need. I can take it.” He drops his mouth to me again as he reaches up, engulfing my breasts with his hands, pinching my nipples between his fingers. Holy shit, I’m almost there. He’s had his mouth on me for less than a minute, and I’m already about to come.

  “Oh God, Adam.” I pull him tighter to me, sliding my fingers into his hair and clutching it hard in my fist. His answering groan shoots straight through me, and I drop my head back on a moan. “Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this.”

  He removes one of his hands from my breasts and trails it down my body, over my stomach, the outside and then inside of my thigh, until he reaches exactly where I want him to be. I can’t tell anymore if it’s his tongue or his fingers that are driving me crazy—probably both—but I don’t care. Whatever he’s doing, I need more of it.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, my body arching closer to him. “Oh God.”

  And then he slides two fingers inside me at the same time he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I’m gone. I arch off the bed, a scream ripped from my throat, as I come all over his tongue. Adam continues pumping his fingers into me, his tongue slowing as he wrings every last drop of my orgasm from me.

  I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sets my feet on the floor and leans over me, his mouth wet from making me come. “Don’t move.”

  Huffing out a laugh, I mumble, “Like I could…”

  He leaves the bedroom and walks in a moment later. I glance toward the doorway in time to see him roll a condom down his length, and I never thought I’d be sad at the thought of getting fucked, but I really wanted him in my mouth.

  “What’s the pout for?” he asks as he hovers over me, his hands resting on either side of my shoulders.

  “Just wanted to reciprocate.”

  The smile starts off slow, creeps over his face until it’s swallowed as he lowers himself and kisses me. “Next time,” he says against my mouth. “I can’t wait anymore to be inside you.”

  He presses our foreheads together as he grips his cock with one hand and slides it up and down before rubbing it back and forth against my clit, watching every bit of what he’s doing to me. When I arch toward him, groaning, he makes a satisfied noise in his throat, and if I were in any kind of coherent state, I’d give him shit for it. As it is, I’m barely a functioning human being while I wait for him to fill me. He takes one more pass through my slit before lowering his cock to my entrance and pushing in. Even though he made sure I’m positively drenched, he pumps in and out slowly, until he finally works his whole cock inside me, and I’m reminded just how fucking huge he is. And exactly how perfectly we fit together. “Fuuuuck.”

  He blows out a laugh, his mouth resting against mine, before he traces my lips with his tongue. “Christ, you feel so good.”

  With excruciating slowness, he pulls out of me and pushes back in, doing this a couple times until I reach around and grip his ass, digging my short fingernails into him. “I know you’re sort of getting off on being in charge here, but I’m going to need you to move faster before I hop on top and take what I need.”

  He chuckles and pulls almost all the way out of me. “Are you doubting I can give you what you need, Paige? I know we were only together the one night, but I thought we did this enough then that you’d remember exactly what I can do to you.” To punctuate the statement, he pushes all the way in, swiveling his hips in a way that puts him in contact with my clit at each pass. He hums deep in his throat, lowering his head to brush his lips up and down my neck before scraping my skin with his teeth. “See? Your pussy’s already squeezing my cock. And I haven’t even started.”

  And then, holy hell, he starts. He pulls back, slamming his hips into mine, and his hands are everywhere. Gripping my hips and pulling me to him, reaching up to cup my breast, trailing down my stomach until he can circle his thumb around my clit, and I don’t even have time to register I’m about to come before I’m exploding around him, my hands clutching at his forearms.

  He grunts through my climax, thrusting into me as he continues teasing my clit. “You feel fucking perfect, coming around my cock.” His hips work faster, thrusting into me with abandon, as he slips his other hand around my neck and into my hair, pulling my head toward him and capturing my lips in an all-consuming kiss.

  I slide my tongue against his, gripping his shoulders as I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him into me at the same time I lift my hips from the bed. We break away from the kiss on a moan, Adam’s forehead dropping to my chest. I lick the shell of his ear, then whisper, “Feel how deep inside me you are?”

  “Shit, Paige, you can’t— Christ, you’re gonna make me come. Fucking hell.” He groans as he pushes in as deep as he can, holding himself still as his cock jerks inside me. I run my fingers up and down his back as he shudders against me, his breath harsh puffs against my breasts.

  After a few minutes of silence, only the sounds of our labored breathing filling the room, I say, “Well, I guess we both know what happens when we’ve got six months of build-up between us.”

  He chuckles as he lifts his head enough to look down at me. “That’s not just months of build-up, buttercup. That’s us. Give me a minute and I’ll prove it to you in round two.”

  TWENTY-ONE

  paige

  A couple days later, I’m getting ready to leave the station for the day as Tanner steps into my…well, office isn’t exactly what I’d call this corner I’ve been shoved into, but it is what it is.

  “Hey.” I glance over at him as I pack up my stuff. “I take it you got the call from Mom, too?”

  He takes his phone out of his pocket and turns the screen toward me, showing me the seven missed calls and multiple texts. “Uh, yeah, you could say that.”

  I blow out a deep breath and reach down to grab my purse. “I get that she’s worried about Dillon and how he’s handling everything, but harassing him is only going to piss him off.”

  “And that’s where her great master plan comes into play. If she harasses him through us, she can feign innocence.”

  Snorting, I roll my eyes and stand, following Tanner toward the elevator. On our way there, Jared passes us, offering Tanner a head nod. “Hey, man.”

  Tanner returns the greeting but doesn’t stop to chat, for which I’m eternally grateful. I’ve managed to avoid the asshat since our last encounter, and it’s been a strategic move on my part. Mostly because I’m not sure I can control my tongue around him, and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chances at that full-time position.

  Pushing the button to call the elevator, Tanner slides a look to me. “What’s the scowl for?”

  “What scowl?”

  “The one you just wiped off your face. The one that suddenly popped up when what’s-his-face showed up.”

  We step into the elevator, thankfully the only two people in here, and he pushes the button for the main floor. “I think you mean Jared. Or, as I prefer to call him, that asshole.”

  He narrows his eyes at me and crosses his arms, planting his feet shoulder-width apart. Uh-oh, I’ve evoked the pissed off cop stance. “Okay, what’d that asshole do?”

  The elevator doors open and I wave him off as I step out and head toward the front doors. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  Tanner easily keeps stride, and I don’t have to look at him to know he’s got his Protective Brother face on, angry glower and all. “The fuck it’s not. If he’s done something to you, I need to k
now about it.”

  He extends his arm, pushing the main door open for me, and I slip my sunglasses on as we make our way to our cars. “I promise you, you don’t.”

  “Punky…”

  “You make it really damn hard to be a grown woman, you know that? I don’t need my brothers to come to my rescue all the time. I can do that shit just fine on my own.” We get to my car and I settle back against it, crossing my arms as I stare at him.

  “If you took care of it, what’s the harm in telling me about it?”

  “Because I know you, and I know you won’t drop it.”

  “Jesus Christ, Punky, just fucking tell me!”

  “Oh, okay. Since you asked so nicely…”

  “You are such a brat.”

  I reach up and pat his cheek. “And you love me for it.” Tanner doesn’t even crack a smile, and I roll my eyes. “Fine. But you are not doing anything to him, got it?” I stab my finger to his chest until he concedes with a nod. “He asked me out. I said no. His delicate ego was damaged, and he said I’m only here because of you.”

  “That asshole.”

  “See? Told you.”

  “I’m going to—”

  “Do nothing.”

  “But—”

  “Nothing. I’m serious, Tan. He really thinks the only reason I have an internship here is because you called in a favor, and you doing anything to him for what he said would only prove his point.”

  He clenches and unclenches his jaw, his arms crossed against his chest. He’s pissed, and I know this is absolutely killing him not to be able to do anything about it. But finally, he relents with a nod. He reaches around and opens my door for me, waiting until I get in before he braces himself on the top of the car and leans into the open space. “Just for that, it’s my choice for dinner tonight.”