by CJ Roberts
Zach said something to Adam, but I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my head. My sex rushed dose after dose of liquid heat as I spasmed around Adam’s fingers. I looked at his chiseled profile. He was carrying on a conversation with Zach, but I saw the slightest upturn of his mouth. Yes, he’d felt me coming.
“It was good to see you, Adam. Nice to meet you, Katelyn.”
I smiled the best I could, but my lips trembled. When Zach left, Adam turned to look at me.
“That was a mean trick.”
“You seemed to enjoy yourself.”
“But I can feel—”
“That’s the point.” He withdrew his finger from me, then came back with two. “You have me so hard all the time.” He thrust deep and I did moan that time.
Patrons continued to pass by, many of them waving or acknowledging Adam in some way. His eyes stayed on mine, his fingers buried deep in me and yet, the world kept spinning none the wiser.
He clasped my nape in his free hand. “You are mine. Anywhere I want. Anytime.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
I heard the slight ting of metal over the loud music. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but when I opened them, I saw Adam unclasp his belt and pull his hard cock out. In one quick motion, his fingers slipped from me and he sat me on his lap.
He positioned the hem of my dress so that it was covering my thighs, but beneath me I felt his erection prod at my opening. He moved my panties aside once more, pushed my hips down and buried himself to the hilt.
I stifled a scream, almost coming again. I glanced around nervously, wanting to make sure nobody knew what was going on, but to anyone who passed us by, it would look like I was just sitting on my boyfriend’s lap.
“Hey, Adam!”
I saw a younger man amble this way. Blond and obviously wealthy—trust-fund wealthy, from the looks of it. Before he reached us, Adam bit my earlobe.
“You have the sweetest, tightest little cunt, Katelyn.”
He gave a quick thrust and I gasped. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist while the other reached for his drink. With all the poise in the world, Adam took a long swallow of liquor, as if I wasn’t currently impaled on his cock.
“Gary, how is the stock business treating you?” Adam said.
“Not as good as it’s treating you, I hear.” The guy went on about someone “losing their ass” due to poor investing. I was too distracted to pay attention.
“This—” Adam moved his hips slightly. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. “—is my girlfriend, Katelyn Gunn.”
Trembling smiles were my forte tonight because speaking was too difficult. Partly because Adam was inside me and I was on the verge of coming again, and partly because he’d called me his girlfriend. He had said it to that other white-haired guy and now this man. I liked the sound of it. Tonight was the first time I had heard it out loud.
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Gunn.”
“A-and you.”
Adam tilted his hips and I closed my eyes, trying my damnedest to focus my breathing. But no matter how much I fought it, Adam was going to make me come again, and he knew it. So he adjusted, sending more of those hot tingles racing through me. His cock pulsed inside me. Every nerve ending was sparking against the feel of him sealed deep within my body.
Adam continued talking to Gary as if he wasn’t fucking me right there in front of him. The pressure built. My heart banged against my ribcage and goose bumps coasted over my skin. I gripped his thigh. His hand tightened around my waist.
Somewhere around mergers and acquisitions my body erupted. A powerful orgasm blazed through me. My pussy flexed and released around Adam’s cock. My inner walls slickened further. It took everything I had to look like I was sitting normally and not experiencing mind-blowing pleasure that had me wanting to throw my head back and scream at the intensity of it.
Gary didn’t seem to notice. He was babbling about something—
I felt the unmistakable hot jet of Adam’s release. He was coming, deep within me, while Gary continued to talk.
When Adam was spent, he stole a look at me and smiled. I was beyond dazed, spastically thrumming, and he was grinning, in control.
“It was good to see you again, Gary.”
“Oh, yeah, you too.”
It seemed like Adam had given the guy an abrupt dismissal…mostly because he had. Adam signaled for two shots and when they arrived, he slid out of me, repositioned my panties, and tucked himself back inside his pants.
“Give me your hand.”
I did as I was told, limp and staring like a mindless fool. He took my hand and placed it palm up on the table. Then he reached down and dabbed a finger in my soaking entrance. Soaking from him.
He trailed his newly wetted finger along my inner wrist. “Take your shot, lover.”
I looked at him. The sun itself was burning behind those blue eyes. I was entranced. Keeping my gaze fastened on him, I licked the salty taste he’d left from my wrist, then swallowed the shot whole. I gave him a saucy smile and his jaw clench with renewed heat.
“Delicious,” I rasped.
He cupped my chin and kissed me hard. Adam had laid down the challenge, and I had risen to the occasion. I felt proud, hot, happy. The part of me that was used to being caged and afraid was gone. In its place was Adam. His essence was branded on every nerve, every cell.
His tongue ravaged my mouth. I realized what true addiction really felt like.
15
I was on test duty. Midterms had come and gone, but Professor Martin seemed to have an affinity for pop quizzes. The class had finished in record time. I tried calling Megan to let her know I was on my way home early today.
No answer.
I sent a quick text to Adam.
Done early! Thinking of you. Can’t wait for tonight.
I’m always thinking of you. I look forward to it, too.
Have you packed all necessary items?
You mean my pajama pants? Yes.
The blue ones, right?
Yes. But a man starts to wonder when his girlfriend is so adamant about him wearing clothes as opposed to not…
Those PJ bottoms get me all hot. I only want you to wear them so I can take them off…with my teeth.
In that case, I’ll buy twenty more pair and wear nothing else.
I’m sure your business associates would love that.
I’m the boss. I do what I want.
I know you do.
You love it. See you soon.
I giggled. Our sexy-texting had made the walk home fly by. I fished the keys from my purse, unlocked the dead bolt, and opened the door. The house was dark. I heard cursing. A man.
“Megan?”
Something broke. Panic swept through me. A shadowy figure raced at me. Before I had time to react, he pushed me hard into the wall.
A splitting pain shot through the back of my skull and the whole world went dark.
“Kate…Kate, honey, look at me.”
“Megan?”
I forced my eyelids to flutter open and was greeted with a screaming pain pounding from the back of my head. I looked around. I was on the couch. Megan was in her little pink robe hovering over me.
“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?”
Reality hit. “Meg! We need to get out of here, there was an intruder—”
“I know. He’s gone.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. I was in my room. You must have spooked him. I saw him run out and knock you against the wall.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Adam’s voice boomed from the doorway, and instantly he was kneeling beside me.
“I’m fine. It was a burglar, I think.”
“Jesus Christ.” He cupped my face and kissed my lips, softly, though I could tell he wanted to do it much harder.
“I’m really okay. Just a bump on the head.”
He moved to examine it. “I want you to come home with me.”
“It’s really okay. We’ll get some new locks and everything will be fine.” I tried to keep the terror out of my voice, but it was there. Having a stranger break into my home left a violated feeling deep in my gut. I wish I had been able to see his face. But all I had registered was that he was barreling toward me.
Adam looked over at Megan. “Are you okay?”
She folded her arms over her chest and nodded.
Adam’s blue stare was back on me. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He went to the front door and fiddled with the doorknob and dead bolt. “The lock is not broken.”
He moved to the windows, checking them all. None were broken or even open. All were locked. After going through the entire apartment, he was back at my side. “Nothing looks like it was disturbed. Did you leave your door unlocked?”
“No, we always lock it.” I had to unlock the deadbolt, right? I was certain I remembered doing that. “But Megan was here.”
Adam’s eyes darted to her. “Where were you?”
“I was changing in my bedroom.”
“And you didn’t hear him.”
She swallowed. “N-no, I didn’t.”
Adam looked at me, then back at Megan, then me again. “I don’t want you staying here.”
“Adam, this is my home.”
“It’s not safe. I want you to move in with me.”
“Whoa, what?” I sat up and my head throbbed harder.
“I was going to ask you anyway, but this just proves my point that it’s necessary.”
I gingerly felt my scalp where I had hit the wall. I wasn’t bleeding, but I didn’t have the energy to rationalize why moving in wasn’t a good idea—or to fight with him.
“It’s too soon, Adam. If we don’t work out, I’ll have to—”
“If we don’t work out? What the hell do you think this is?”
“I thought we were dating. Am I wrong?”
“Yes. We’re together. All the time. I want you and not just for now.”
My brows shot into my hairline. I looked at Megan, who looked just as stunned as I felt. If ever I needed her opinion telepathically, this was it.
Adam frowned and looked over his shoulder at Megan. “Can you give us a few minutes, please?”
Megan looked at me, silently asking if I wanted her to stay. “It’s okay,” I whispered.
She nodded. “I’ll just be in my room if you need me.”
“Thanks.”
Once Megan shut her door, Adam’s focus was back on me. “Move in with me.”
I shook my head, my jaw flapping because I was still unable to pick it up off the floor. Adam and I had been doing great lately, but there was still a long way to go. For instance, his opening up to me at some point. I wanted him. The thought of not being with him hurt my chest, but moving in was a big step. It could prematurely ruin things before we had a chance to get it right.
“Adam, this is…it’s just not a good idea right now. We’ve just gotten to a place where we’re stable…kind of. These things take time. I’m still learning how to do the relationship thing.”
“Are you happy when you’re with me?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m happiest when I’m with you. Stop running and finding excuses. I want you to move in with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I can take care of myself, Adam.”
“I can take care of you, too.”
For some reason, the urge to cry was coming on. Had I thought about the long term with Adam? Yes. But this felt like it was a move because he was worried. I didn’t want him to want me out of obligation. That was how I’d ended up at my aunt’s house all those years ago. I didn’t want to make a choice that would end up hurting even more in the end, and possibly costing me Adam.
“Will you just stay with me tonight? Please. My head hurts. I just want you to snuggle with me.”
His features softened. “Do you have any ibuprofen?”
“In the kitchen cabinet by the sink.”
Adam stood, got the pills and a glass of water, and brought them to me. Once I took them, he scooped me up and took me to bed. He kissed my forehead.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he murmured.
I believed him, but I was in too much pain to think about it.
He gently placed me on the bed and I scooted down, finding the edge with my foot the way I always did. I thought I heard him growl, as though he was furious. He took off his clothes and climbed in behind me, wrapping himself around me and pulling my back into his chest.
The delicious smell of his skin helped calm my mind. I tried not to think about what had just happened. Tried not to think about the familiar feel of my head being bashed in.
Adam tucked a curl behind my ear. “Did she come in at night when you were sleeping, and attack you?”
The question made my chest tighten. I ran my foot along the edge of the mattress.
“Not always at night. She’d lock me in my room for hours, sometimes days at a time. I tried to stay awake, but it was like she knew. The moment I fell asleep, she came in, yanking me up by the hair…the face…”
Adam stroked my hair softly.
“I don’t know what I did to make her so angry. I got the most scared when she pinned me down and dug her nails in my throat.” A sob broke deep in my chest. I had never said any of this out loud.
Adam pulled me tighter against him.
“She told me once when she was choking me that I had ruined her. Not just her life, but her. I learned that if I knew where the edge of the bed was, I would be able to jump off it before she got to me, and try to make a run for it.”
Adam exhaled harshly. “Do I scare you?”
I rolled over to face him. “No.”
He ran his thumb along my lower lashes, dabbing the tears away. “But you run from me.”
I nodded, because it was true. From the moment I’d met him, I knew Adam was something I could never obtain fully. And over the last several weeks, I realized that I had fallen in love with him, opened myself to him, and he hadn’t given any part of himself back. It scared me. Made me feel like this state of bliss I was in would never be permanent.
“At some point, you’ll break my heart, and it will hurt. Now or later, it will happen.”
He cupped my cheeks. “Yes. I’ll fuck up, hurt you, and make mistakes.” His eyes were searing when he said, “But I’ll never abuse you.”
16
Despite Adam’s grumbling, I had gone to work today. I had a bad headache, but it was time to move on. Megan said she’d file a report with the police, but nothing had been stolen or damaged aside from the backside of my skull.
Between Adam’s move-in proposition and the recent head trauma, my brain was neither functioning fully nor able to tackle big life choices at the moment. We were safe, the locks changed, and that was that.
It had been a long day. Adam called and texted relentlessly to check in on me. The walk home in the crisp air felt good against my face. When I came to my front door, ready to kick off my shoes and relax, I was greeted with red tape and a sign that said Undergoing Construction.
Megan was outside stomping her foot and talking to Phil, our landlord.
“What is going on?”
“I’m sorry, ladies, but you’ll need to find another place to live for the next month or so.”
“What? Why?”
Megan glared at Phil and I followed suit, utterly pissed off. “We’ve never missed the rent, and you haven’t given us any notice.”
“I’m sorry, we were bought out and the new owner found black mold. Due to health risks, it has to be removed and your whole apartment is undergoing construction.” Phil handed Megan and me an envelope. “All the documentation is in here, as well as a check that will cover all living expenses for you girls for the next month.”
I looked down the hall. “No one else is being forced to move?”
“Nope. Just us,” Megan snarled. “Apparently our apartment is the only
one with this severe case of black mold.”
“We’re just trying to keep you girls healthy.”
Megan opened her envelope and when she yanked out the check, her eyes went wide, then turned into pissed-off slits. My gut churned and a nagging sense of doom crept through my pores.
“Phil, who bought this complex?” I asked.
Megan shoved the check back into the envelope and didn’t give Phil a chance to answer. “Take a wild guess!” she barked.
A slow simmering rage began to boil as the dots connected. I returned my attention to my landlord.
He looked bewildered, tentatively glancing between Megan and me. “Kinkade Enterprises bought it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yelled, storming into Adam’s office.
His secretary and the entire security staff knew me by first name now, so this time I got my dramatic entrance.
He sat back in his chair. “Good evening, lover. Something the matter?”
“Don’t give me that crap! You’re kicking me out!”
“Do I need to remind you of what happened last time you stomped in here in this manner?”
“You bought my apartment complex and are kicking me out because I didn’t agree to move in with you right away.”
“I’m looking out for your health. The renovations should be done in a month, at which time you’ll have your newly updated apartment back.”
“Is there even black mold?”
His face was like stone. “There was something black on the wall.”
“I’m sure there is. Simon drew on it with crayon two years ago.”
“I felt it needed further investigation.”
I shook my head. “Oh, really? And how does this work now, huh? All my things are in an apartment I can’t get into, because you’re throwing a tantrum about living together.”
He sat back in his chair and threaded his fingers over his lower abdomen. “It looks like you are the one throwing a tantrum. I gave you and Megan plenty of money.”