The Sweetest Love (Love Conquers All Book 5)

by Victoria Wells

  By now Roxy had stopped trying to fight the tears as they freely flowed down her face. She didn’t resist her mother’s arms wrapping around her shoulders in an attempt to soothe the hurt. “How do you think I felt watching my mom working two, sometimes three jobs to keep a roof over our heads? How she would sometimes not eat dinner because there wasn’t enough food for the two of us! And buy her clothes from thrift stores because she wanted new things for me! Where were you?” she yelled, an emotional mess.

  That’s when Reba lost it, too, and began to cry. Oh Lord, her child was drudging up memories of a life she would gladly repeat if it meant having her Roxy. She’d work the long hours getting minimal pay, go without food to make sure her baby was fed, and even wear second hand clothing. The only shame she did have was subjecting her child to a life of struggle.

  “I–I’m sorry,” Harold stammered, his face twisted in sadness and regret.

  Wiping away the tears, Roxy’s arm went around her mother’s slender waist. “Oh, don’t be sorry Mr. Harold. My mother was everything and more to me than you could ever have been.”

  Letting go of her mom’s waist, she took a step toward her father. “But I am sorry for you because you’re older now with so many regrets. I know that’s why you’re here…”

  Strangely enough she gave him a sad and regretful look that mirrored his own. Why couldn’t he have been a man and come into her life when she was that eight-year-old little girl willing to give her daddy a little girl’s love? No, he had to wait until he was ready to be loved by her. Well, too bad for him. He’d waited just a little too late.

  “Yes! That’s why I’m here now. I’m trying to make this thing right,” he desperately pleaded.

  Roxy let out a deep, remorseful sigh. Even though her father had been a complete jerk, it really wasn’t easy being the one turning her back on him. “You can never make up for not acknowledging me as your flesh and blood.”

  Walking over to the door, she held the door knob. “I’m not that eight- year-old anymore. I don’t need you for a daddy.”

  Chapter 25

  The loud banging on the door startled Adam out of his sleep. Leaning over, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand. The clock resting on it read 11:45 p.m.

  Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he swung his long legs over the bed. “I’m coming,” he growled at the constant banging.

  Opening the door, he was surprised to see Roxy standing there, her eyes swollen and red like she’d been crying all night. Oh man… dinner didn’t go so well, was his first thought.

  Reaching out, he pulled her inside the house. “Roxy, baby what’s wrong?”

  “I–I didn’t know where else to go,” she began, her voice trembling as fresh tears began to well up.

  Taking her by the hand, he led her over to the sofa. Tenderly rubbing his large hand against her cheek and then kissing her forehead, he gently prodded. “What happened tonight? Did something go wrong at dinner?”

  Shaking her head, she told him that dinner had gone fine.

  “Then what’s got you so upset?”

  The last thing he expected her to say was, “I met my father tonight.”

  He wanted to smash something when the welled-up tears began to fall. “Come here baby,” he gently coaxed as he pulled her on his lap. “What did he say to you?”

  Adam tenderly brushed his lips against her temple as she told him about Harold showing up at her mom’s house. He attentively listened as she spilled everything that transpired.

  “Adam, I just can’t get over him thinking that it’s okay to just walk back in my life.” Shifting in his lap so that she was looking directly at him, she went on talking. “You know I never screamed and yelled like that before in my life. It was like something deep inside of me needed to get out.”

  He kissed her smooth cheek; it was moist and salty. “That’s because it did. You needed to confront him for not manning up and taking care of you. Babe, I’m so proud of you.”

  Her voice was an anguish whisper. “At least he was honest enough to tell me he didn’t want me.”

  Even though he had been honest, it had nonetheless, hurt Roxy to the core that her father viewed her as an intolerable inconvenience. How could a parent not want what was a part of him? He didn’t even try to stick around to see if after taking one look at her precious tiny face, if something in him could love her… just a little bit. As long as she lived, the memory of him looking her in the face and admitting she had meant absolutely nothing to him would forever be etched in her heart.

  Adam gently laid her against his chest. His strong arms closed around her violently quivering body. “Shh… baby,” Adam soothed as gut-wrenching sobs were ripped from her soul.

  The broken, wounded animalistic noises tore at his heart as she repeatedly moaned, “He didn’t want me.”

  Needing to buffer this suffering, his strong arms tightened around her like a protective shield. Next, he lovingly kissed the top of her head. “I want you baby… I want you.” Adam lovingly repeated this like a mantra; his hand stroking her tear-streaked face, followed by lips peppering her forehead, cheeks and mouth with butterfly kisses.

  Emotionally spent, Roxy buried her face in Adam’s chest, inhaling the clean scent of his recently showered body. She hadn’t had much confidence in that tiny voice tugging at her bruised heart whispering, go to him… go to him now. The second he opened the door and took one look at her, his assessing dark eyes full of concern, it confirmed she hadn’t been led astray. This ache in her heart would no doubt be with her forever. But one thing she knew for certain… she would never forget how Adam had been her rock.

  Adam wanted to get his hand around Harold’s neck for just thirty seconds. That’s all the time it would take to snuff the life out of him. It killed him to see Roxy tore up like this. There had been only one other time he’d seen her so broken. It had torn him up then and was tearing him up now.

  His large hand lightly stroking her back, he murmured, “You alright?”

  Roxy tenderly kissed his bare chest before looking up at him. “Yes, thank you,” she said softly before going back to her resting place on his wide, solid chest.

  Oh man. Why did she do that? Adam’s manhood immediately became hard beneath her bottom. Her lips were so warm and soft against his skin; his body had no choice but to react to her delicate touch. “You’re welcome. And don’t do that again.”

  Her eyes did a seductive flutter as old as time as she looked back up at him through long lashes. “Do what? This?” she murmured kissing his chest again.

  Growling, Adam threaded his fingers through the back of Roxy’s loose hair, pulling her head back until her face tilted up mere inches from his. “Didn’t I tell you not to do that again?” he drawled out in a voice thick with need.

  Before she could respond he slanted his mouth over hers. The kiss was anything but gentle, and that was okay with Roxy. She met every demanding stroke of his tongue and wasn’t shy about taking over the kiss with demanding strokes of her own.

  Breaking the kiss, she straddled his lap. Placing butterfly kisses along the muscular column of his neck, she moaned as she settled the center of her pelvis over his rigid manhood. He was so hard and she wanted, no needed to know what he would feel like inside of her. Her panties became moist at the thought.

  Wrapping his hands around her firm bottom, Adam squeezed and pulled her closer against his erected penis. Her soft, moist lips had felt good against his chest. They felt even better teasing his neck.

  ‘Oh damn. I’m taking you home,” Adam threatened, squeezing her bottom again.

  Roxy giggled. She’d just treated him to her tongue gliding up his neck in a slow, long sensual lick. “Noooo, I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you… all night.”

  Say no more. He stood and commanded, “Wrap your legs around me.”

  It didn’t take long for Adam to strip Roxy of her skirt and blouse, leaving her in a red lacy bra, matching panties and black stilett
os. His manhood twitched from the visual stimulation.

  She’d be the perfect Victoria’s Secret model. Her legs looked as if they went on forever.

  Sitting on the edge of the king size bed, he stretched his hand out. “Come here.”

  The heated look in his eyes had Roxy wanting to run the few steps it would take her to place her hand in his. But instead of taking her hand, he glided the palm of his hand over her soft belly. She let out a shuddering breath when the other slid to her breast and squeezed. The lace acting as a barrier between his skin and her pebbled nipple was surely going to drive her mad.

  “Roxanna, you are so beautiful,” he huskily murmured as his hands worked at removing her bra. His mouth watered as her breasts sprung free. Licking his bottom lip he cupped a breast in his hand. Like a hungry babe, he latched on and began to suckle.

  Roxy’s knees buckled. His moist mouth tugging on her nipple felt so incredible. The sensitive nub between her legs began to pulsate from his gentle nibbling. She sighed and held his head in place when he switched to the other breast, giving it the same sweet torture.

  Easing his hand into her panties Adam groaned. She was so slick and wet. First he slid one and then two fingers in. She was super tight. His manhood throbbed at the thought of being buried deep inside her tight walls.

  “Adam.” Her voice came out floating on a musical note. She was going to soon die from the triple pleasure of his mouth suckling, licking and nibbling at her breasts, his thick fingers gliding in and out, while his thumb stroked her nub. She knew she was nearing completion when the first wave hit her, causing her body to buck. He must have known it too. His free hand tightened around her waist when the second buck came.

  “Oh my gawd!” she yelled as Adam’s sharp teeth clamped down on her nipple and the pressure of the strokes deepened. Her finger dug into the thick corded muscles of his shoulders for support. The intense pain intertwined with pleasure was so deep, she didn’t know where one began and the other ended as it pushed her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

  After the last shudder left her body, Adam withdrew his fingers. Expertly he slid her panties down her legs. He chuckled when he had to help her lift one leg and then the other to kick them out of the way. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to go to sleep on me.”

  Standing on wobbly legs from her slumped position over Adam’s shoulders she reached between their bodies to caress the huge bulge in his pajama bottoms. She was definitely impressed by the thickness and length she felt through the cotton fabric. “And miss out on this… I don’t think so,” she sassed.

  Slowly standing to his feet, in one quick motion he snatched his bottoms down and kicked them over by Roxy’s discarded panties. He was rather cocky when he grinned at her. “You sure about that?”

  Her eyes became wide as saucers and her mouth watered. Yes… watered. That thing should be against the law! If he had all of that when he was back in high school, no wonder so many little hoochies were running after him.

  Comfortable in her nudeness, she sashayed to the bed. Now was the time to put some of that stuff written in Essence, Vogue, Marie Claire and the like, to test on how to please your man in the bedroom.

  Not bothering to take her stilettos off, she climbed in the center of the bed. Propping herself up on her elbow, her eyes roamed over Adam. A slight shudder went through her as she took in his dark heated gaze. He wanted her real bad. Next her gaze traveled down his muscular chest and abs, stopping at his impressive manhood. Her eyes remained fixed; a sexy little smirk dancing along her full lips as she seductively stroked her bare thigh. “Baby, I’m more than sure.”

  Adam slowly nodded his head, not saying anything. Going over to the night stand he retrieved a condom and sheathed himself. He didn’t bother to turn off the lamp when he got into bed with her. He wanted to see her face when she screamed.

  He gently positioned her on her back before placing a hand on each side of her head. Hovering above, as he nudged her legs wide open with his knee. Leaning farther down, he slowly outlined her succulent lips with the tip of his tongue. The large bulbous tip of his manhood grazed the center of her opening. The timing was perfect as he plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and his throbbing manhood in her moist core at the same time.

  If his tongue hadn’t been dipping and twirling, she would have surely bitten it off. He stretched her, filling her to capacity. The painful invasion was sensually exquisite. It didn’t take long for them to establish a rhythm as old as time.

  Adam gripped Roxy’s hips, lifting her slightly off the mattress, tilting her pelvis for a deeper penetration. She couldn’t help purring, “Ooooh,” as his long, thick length slowly withdrew to the tip and then slowly went back in to the hilt.

  “You like that baby?” he whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

  “Mmm-hmm. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop and Roxy loved every minute of it.

  Adam knew every time he hit her sweet spot from the soft moan followed by the tiny hitch in her breath. His lovemaking was slow and deliberate. He didn’t want to take her hard and fast their first coupling. But the way she sheathed him like a tight leather glove was making it hard to control taking her that way.

  The couple languished in their tender lovemaking, enjoying every measured movement of their sweat-drenched bodies. Time seemed to stand still as they stroked and caressed each other in the most intimate ways.

  Roxy was the first to feel the quivering in her lower abdomen. She tried to fight it, tried to prolong the pleasure, but she couldn’t. Adam was making it very difficult as he ground against her sensitive nub, sending tiny shockwaves throughout her most secret parts.

  “Oh my… Oh my…” she breathed out, digging her nails in his back and wrapping her legs tight around his waist.

  Adam’s voice came out raw and strained as every muscle in his body became tense. “That’s it baby. Come with me.”

  As if on his command Roxy’s body splintered in a million pieces, crashing the both of them into wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

  Rolling over on his side, he brought Roxy with him. Gently brushing her hair from her face, he tenderly kissed her swollen lips. This moment felt so right. She felt so right, in his bed and in his arms.

  Roxy returned the kiss. Adam exceeded every one of her expectations. Neither one of her previous lovers had ever come close to making her feel this way. For one thing, after the sex was over with she always rushed out of bed, ready to send them on their way. But with Adam, it was different. She never wanted to leave the shelter of his arms.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” he whispered against her ear.

  Reaching up, she stroked his lean, square jaw. Should she be honest and tell him what’s on her mind… in her heart? Would she scare him off? Would he think she’s trying to get too close, too fast?

  When she tried to ease out of his space, he pulled her back. This made her feel so good, giving her courage to be completely transparent. “I know this might sound crazy, but us being together like this feels so natural.”

  He let out the breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding. For a second he thought she may have regretted giving herself to him. “No babe, it doesn’t sound crazy. I was thinking the same thing.”

  Letting out a soft yawn, her eyes drifted. The last thing she wondered before sleep swiftly overtook her was if Adam was falling in love with her, too.

  Chapter 26

  Roxy nervously glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard of Adam’s car. Her plan had been to get up by five, head home to shower, get dressed and be to work on time. But that plan went out the window as she tried quietly sneaking out of Adam’s bed. “No Adam,” she weakly protested the whole while spreading her legs in a welcoming invitation as he settled between them.

  Squirming in her seat, her body began to tingle while reminiscing on their early morning tryst. The things he did to her just a couple of hours ago had her definitely hooked on his loving.


  After making love she washed her face and brushed her teeth with the travel toothbrush she carried in her purse. Kissing Adam goodbye, she wished him a safe flight with a promise to cook him dinner when he returned from his trip next week. Two minutes later she was banging on his door. Somehow on the ride over to his place last night she’d gotten a flat tire. And now she was going to be an hour late for work. This was not good.

  If she had known she was going to stay the night, she could have brought a change of clothes. Instead she had to rush back to her place to shower and get a fresh change of clothes. Maybe later she’ll talk to him about leaving a change of clothes at his place.

  “Why you over there fidgeting?”

  “I’m not fidgeting,” she lied, refusing to look over at him, because if she did she’d be ready to straddle him and ride him the rest of the way to work.

  Adam chuckled. “Yes, you are.”

  Playfully swatting his arm she pouted, “I’m going to be late because of you!”

  The beginnings of a lazy grin danced at the corners of his full lips. “I didn’t hold you against your will.” Cocky as ever, he shrugged a broad shoulder. “You could’ve gotten up and left.”

  This time she did punch him in the arm. “Adam, you are such a dirty dog,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

  How was she supposed to get up? Especially when he was giving her the sweetest love with each deep stroke, making her want him more and more.

  Adam chuckled. Roxy turned her back to him to look out the window. He knew it was her attempt to hide the flushing in her face. “I thought you liked dogs.”

  Roxy’s lips twitched at the corners. I am not going to laugh at this fool. It was hard to keep the smile out of her voice. “Shut up Adam and get me to work already.”