Addicted

by Claire Adams

  "There's a great ice cream shop down here. Did you save room?" I asked her as I pulled her closer to my side. The hordes of people in the streets were kind enough to let us pass through, but it was impossible to do so without brushing by twenty people on the way.

  "Room for ice cream?" She smiled up at me. "Who doesn't save room for dessert?"

  "I like you more already." I squeezed her hand and turned down an alley to our right, the place a little scary, but with all the crowds behind us, it would be fine.

  "Do you always take your dates down dark alleys? I guess your mother didn't teach you anything, hm?" She snuggled in closer, and I couldn't help but groan internally as her breast pressed against the back of my arm. It was horrible of me, but I wanted so badly to know the color of her nipples, if she enjoyed having them adored and worshiped, if she made sounds when being pleasured.

  "Date? Is this a date?" I chuckled as she gave me a look my mother would be proud of. This was a girl I could take home and have my family go ga-ga over. They all would, especially my youngest brother. His obsession with redheaded woman was almost too much. A sense of propriety rose up in me, and I forced it back, not yet ready to allow any strong feelings to guide my actions where Vivian was concerned. I had just met her, and we were simply on a fun date. Nothing more.

  A dark shadow moved in front of us, pulling from the wall. I pulled Vivian roughly behind me, not thinking twice about protecting her from anything that came at us.

  "You got any spare change, man?" A raspy voice resounding from under the dirt-stained hoodie the man in front of us wore.

  "I don't. I'm sorry, man." I took a step back and held onto Vivian's hand, though it put me at a bit of a disadvantage not to have both of my hands in front of me.

  "That sucks. You rich fuckers and your credit cards nowadays." He took a step toward us and pulled off his hoodie to reveal a weathered face with a long jagged scar across his cheek.

  Vivian gasped behind me and pressed herself to my back.

  I turned my head to the side, but never let my eyes off the guy. "Turn back and run. I'll meet you in the hotel."

  "Fuck that. I'm not going anywhere without you." She released my hands and started to move around me as I blocked her.

  "Stop it. Get back," I barked at her as the guy pulled a knife and lunged for me. My father had been a cop all of my life, and one thing he made sure to do was to teach my two brothers and me how to defend ourselves.

  I spun out of the guy’s trajectory and grabbed his wrist, twisting hard until he dropped the weapon. Pushing him against the wall, I put my knee in the back of his leg and gritted my teeth.

  "Not happening, dude. I don't have cash because I don't carry it. I should put your ass on the ground for attacking me and my girl." I worked to not breathe in the horrid odor of his soiled clothes.

  "I'm getting a cop." Vivian turned and jogged back down the dark alley, her white dress and shimmery hair almost making her look like an angel fleeing the scene.

  "I'm sorry, man. You don't know what it's like. You have your fancy clothes and your beautiful wife and...and..." The guy didn't get to finish as Vivian turned the corner with a cop next to her.

  I released the man and moved back as the cop went into action, handcuffing the guy’s wrists behind his back.

  He glanced over at me as he pulled the creep from the wall. "No more dark alleys. They aren't safe here. Got it?"

  "Of course. Thanks for your help." I wrapped my arm around Vivian's shoulders and glanced down at her. "I'm sorry. That was stupid."

  "It's okay. I'm just glad you weren't hurt. That was fucking scary." She ran her fingers down her face. "I'm thinking ice cream another time. I need my bed and a good love story on TV."

  I forced a laugh and moved us out of the alley back into the fray. I wanted to make a joke about joining her, but from what I could tell, it wasn't the time. She was shaken, and I should have been. The adrenaline pumping through me wouldn't let me feel anything but a deep need to protect the beautiful girl tucked against my side.

  We walked into the hotel and I released her, enjoying the slight look of disappointment on her regal features.

  "Thanks for going with me. That was the best meal I've had in weeks, and the best company I've entertained in years." I rolled my shoulders, feigning meathead masculinity. "Kinda nice to show off my self-defense skills too."

  She popped me in the chest playfully and moved in front of me before lifting to her toes and kissing my cheek. "Let's not test those skills again. I didn't like that part very much."

  "I know. I was teasing." I touched the side of her face as my blood lit on fire. "I want to kiss you, but you know that, don't you."

  She pulled out of my hold and smiled. "Yeah, but it's best if you didn't. A week wouldn't be enough."

  "I agree with that." I let my eyes drag down her. "No way I can talk you into coming up for a quick tour of the penthouse?"

  "Not for a million bucks. Neither of us would survive a tour. Besides, I've had far too much excitement for one night."

  "Then tomorrow. You have my number now. Text me and let's see if our schedules align?" I was pushing, but damn if I couldn't help myself. Every part of me wanted to spend the night in her arms, and her refusal didn't seem to dim that desire, but only make it worse.

  "Sounds good. Thanks again, Easton. Good night." She turned and walked toward the elevator.

  I stood in stony silence and watched her until she disappeared into the sea of bodies. The need to catch up with her, kick everyone off the elevator, and hit the stop button was almost overwhelming. It would feel so damn good to press her against the wall and run my hands over her curves while tasting the skin of her neck, the tops of her breasts.

  Growling low in my chest, I turned and moved toward the stairs efficiently. My body was in need of a long release. It was far overdo, and Viv had sparked something inside of me that wasn't going to lie down and obey with just a long night of sleep.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I let the elevator scene play farther in my head. I would tug her dress up and make love to her mouth as I rocked my hips forward, grinding my cock against her tight stomach as she cried out for me.

  The soft skin of her upper thighs and the bottom curve of her rear would be delicious as I turned her around and moved to my knees, tugging her dress up and pressing my tongue against her.

  By the time I made it to my room, my heart was racing, my body screaming for me to call her and demand that she come up to my room. It wouldn't go over well, but if she beckoned to me, responded by showing up, there's nothing I wouldn't do to bring her pleasure over and over again.

  I typed in the room code wrong three times before finally getting the fucking door open.

  The responsible part of me tried hard to chastise myself for talking with Vivian about my company, about connecting any part of our futures together, but I wasn't having it.

  "Even if she is bat-shit crazy and hiding it well, I want more of her." I shut the door and worked to get my shirt off as I headed for the shower. Damn if I wasn't panting as I stripped myself and climbed into the shower. Reaching for the soap, I lathered up my hands and pressed my back to the cold tile as a yelp lifted from me.

  How I'd gone from not wanting anything to do with her, to pulling her into the center of my darkest fantasies was beyond me, but I was too far lost to need to think on it.

  I tightened my hand around the tip of my cock and jerked my hips forward, imagining how tight she would be. I wanted a bit of tension, a fight to take ownership of her, and something told me that she would put up the exact experience I was looking for.

  Groans filled the shower as I worked myself to the edge and stopped. Turning, I slid one hand up the shower and closed my eyes, fondling my sack and tugging softly as I imagined her on her knees, her dark blue eyes showing me how hungry she was for more of me.

  I pressed forward, crying out at the tension my grasp created. It was nothing compared to the vivid colors of
the vision playing behind my closed eyelids. "Take it, Viv. All of it, baby. Show me how much you want it."

  I could almost feel her hands sliding up my thighs as I watched her take my cock into her pretty mouth, tilting her head and forcing more of me inside of her. Sharp nails dug into my lower stomach and I rocked myself in and out of her mouth until I was breathless and dizzy with desire.

  She pulled back, her lips puffy and swollen as she licked at them sensually. "I need you to fuck me."

  "Yeah you do." I grabbed her hair carefully and tugged her up, loving the way her big breasts bounced for me. "Turn and press yourself against the shower. Hope you like it deep."

  "I like it any way you're giving it." She stood and slid her hands up the shower wall, arching her back as I reached out and grabbed onto her hips and pressed myself against her.

  "I'm gonna cum," I groaned and pressed myself into her, my hand tightening on my cock as I worked to bring myself to orgasm.

  I shuddered as I lowered to my knees and lost myself in the fantasy, bleeding out the passion that I'd tucked away for companionship.

  Something told me I'd found it, but the thought alone scared the hell out of me.

  Chapter 11

  Vivian

  "Wake up, sleepy head." Casey's voice pulled me from a dream about my parents getting a divorce. I stifled the need to cry and pressed my face into my pillow. I slept like shit the night before.

  "Go away," I mumbled, not communicating in a way that she could hear me at all.

  "Get up! It's almost ten and not only am I starving, but I want to hit the strip today! Let's not mention the fact that you own me all the deets on your date with Easton last night." She jumped onto the bed next to me as I rolled onto my side and smiled.

  "It wasn't really a date, though he treated me like a princess." Warmth burned my cheeks, and I forced my eyes open.

  "He is interested. I can see it all over your face. I told you that he was into you." She poked at me, and I swatted her away.

  "I think he's just a horny guy looking for a good lay." I rolled onto my back and giggled as she poked at me some more.

  "A good lay? Are you a good lay? You know that Jackson is going to be missing out now that you're finally moving on." She turned to lie on her back and pulled the covers up around both of us. "Did you guys sleep together?"

  "What? No." I turned to pin her with a stare. "I wouldn't sleep with someone on the first date."

  "Ugh. Such a prude." She teased me. "Did you at least let him kiss you?"

  "Nope. I kissed him on the cheek, but he wanted to kiss me." I smiled so hard I thought my cheeks might crack. There was no hiding from Casey or myself just how much I was starting to like the handsome businessman.

  "How do you know?" She turned on her side, facing me and snuggled up next to me like she'd been doing our whole lives. "Did he tell you?"

  "Yeah. He said, 'you know I really want to kiss you', and I said no." I turned on my side to face her. "Besides, he's just a traveling, career-focused kinda guy. He's not looking for anything more than a few kicks, and honestly, I'm not looking for anything right now."

  "Whatever. Are we seeing him again tonight?" She brushed my hair from my face. "I think we should."

  "I don't know. I'm not sure that's a good idea. I had four drinks last night, and it took everything inside of me not to take his invitation to join him in the penthouse." I lifted my eyebrows and spoke with snooty authority.

  "He invited you to the penthouse?" She sat up and slapped the bed dramatically. "What in the world? So fucking unfair."

  "I'll ask him if you can take my place tonight." I pushed at her. "Get off my covers and I'll get up. We can grab a breakfast sandwich at the coffee shop downstairs and get to shopping."

  "Yes on all counts. Sex, food, and shopping. Get to it. Hook me up with the billionaire playboy, or try to. I think he's far too into you for any hope for me." She moved off the bed and worked to tame her crazy blonde locks.

  "Those do sound like a great combination." I got up and tugged my tank top over my head before walking to the dresser beside my bed and pulled out a couple of tank tops, a bikini top and some shorts. "We were almost mugged in one of the back alleys too. That was interesting in the wrong sort of way."

  "What?" Casey's voice turned to steel. "What do you mean you were almost mugged?"

  I turned as I worked the bikini top over my breasts. "Some guy asked for our cash and when we didn't have it, he pulled a knife. Easton took care of it quickly. It was scary as hell, but pretty impressive to watch him put down the threat so fast. He said his father had been a cop his whole life."

  "That's fucking scary, Viv. Now that you're okay, it's hot, but no more dark alleys. Okay?" She moved toward me and put her hands on her hips, demanding my compliance.

  "Yeah, I agree." I turned and tugged my two tank tops over my head. "He works for a critique company. He mentioned something about them looking for more food critics. It would be pretty cool to get an interview, if nothing else, from this crazy encounter."

  "Then sleeping with him is out. You know that, right?" She moved up beside me as she tugged at the strings at the top of her bathing suit top. "Can you tie this for me?"

  "Yeah, turn around." I worked on it as I thought through her words. She was right, of course. If things started to progress between me and Easton, then working for the company would be off the table, not that I had a prospect of doing so yet. Relationships never lasted. The last thing in the world that I'd be comfortable with would be working alongside him and hating each other.

  "You're awfully quiet." Casey moved away from me and worked to get her sandals on. "What are you thinking about?"

  "Lots of things. He's the perfect guy from what I can see, but so was Jackson. It's just crazy how you can be with someone every day and yet not really know them at all." I pulled my bathing suit bottoms over my hips followed by my short shorts. "Does this look too slutty?"

  "Not at all. You look like a dancer with those long-ass legs. Almost too hot." Casey sat down on the edge of the bed. "You know that not everyone is like Jackson, right? Not all men cheat."

  "I want to assume that, but having just gone through this shit, it's hard to think about trusting anyone." I ran my fingers through my long crimson hair before pulling it into a playfully high ponytail. "I'm just going to stay by myself for a while and see what happens. I don't need to get connected to this guy, Case. He told me that he travels fifty weeks of the year."

  "So travel with him." She shrugged as I rolled my eyes at her. "What? It could work."

  "It's not that easy, and besides, it's just a spring break fling type thing."

  "What if it turns into more?" She got up and picked up her wallet. "It's a possibility, and you know it."

  "It's not going to. Honestly. There's nothing to be worried about. I'm not." I pulled my purse strap over my head and fixed it to lay across my chest. I was lying as best I could about being interested in Easton. Just the nice dinner the night before had me itching to see him again. Saying no to his kiss and the so-called tour of his penthouse had been the hardest thing I'd done in a while. Denying myself anything after all of the shit I'd been through seemed like a travesty, but it was to protect the future. My ego wasn't going to handle much more in the way of men shitting on me, so I would avoid them as best I could.

  "You ready?" Casey opened the door and smiled. "I have money to burn and bacon to eat."

  I laughed and walked out into the hall, tucking away the hope that Easton would call. Casey and I needed a vacation, and this one had all the promise to be great.

  We made our way down to the small cafe on the ground floor of the restaurant and got in line behind the other hundred people that had our same idea.

  "Smells good." I glanced down to Casey as she picked up a menu.

  "Yeah it does. I want us to check into that Thursday night event at Black's Beach that everyone keeps talking about. We can take the rental car if you want. Might be better
if we did." She turned her attention back to me.

  "Yeah, I'm down with us checking it out. Not sure what the hype is all about, but if it's a bunch of naked people dancing on the beach, I'm out."

  "What if it's hot naked guy's night?" She wagged her eyebrows as the elderly gentleman in front of us turned and awarded us a scathing look.

  "Don't mind her. Her elevator doesn't go all the way to the top." I touched my head and smiled at the guy as he grunted and turned back around. "No on the naked man conga line."

  She laughed and snorted as we moved up in line. "Alright, but I still want to check it out. You should see if Easton is free to go with us. Ohh...you should see if he has a friend, or maybe a twin brother?"

  "Two brothers from what I gather, and both of them are younger than him." I shrugged. "There might be some promise there if you're interested."

  "I'll need to see pictures of course, but I would sign up mighty fast if they look anything like your boy." She waved at the older guy in front of us as he turned and gave her another look. "Hi gramps."

  "Casey." I nodded toward the cashier. "You're up next, mister."

  "Thank God," he barked and moved up to order.

  Casey shook her head and handed me the menu. "People nowadays. You can hide your attraction to the idea of a hot sweaty body, but we all have it. Period."

  "Yep. I'm getting the double bacon stacker. What are you getting?"

  "The triple dong sub." Casey crossed her arms over her chest as I let go of a sharp laugh.

  "Stop it. What's the matter with you?" I moved up to the counter as the guy in front of us walked off.

  "He just reminds me of my dad with all of his damn rules, and that horrible look of disdain that I'm not good enough. That I don't measure up." She shrugged and turned her attention to the cashier. "I'll have the special, but I need ketchup on the side."

  "No problem." The girl turned her attention to me. "You, miss?"

  "I'll have the same and a double bacon stacker. Add a glass of orange juice for both of us too, please." I pulled out my wallet and extended my card to her.