Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening) Page 6

  "Oh my God," she breathed, panting.

  Her thighs tightened even more and her legs lifted. She dug the heels of her feet into my back, turning me more the fuck on, and I was done. I needed her to come now and fast, because I needed inside her more than I needed my last breath.

  "Come on, Baby," I urged, talking against her already sensitive flesh, breathing on her as my fingers massaged her sensitive core…and that was it.

  She came undone in my hands.

  Her body tensed and her back arched off the bed. I knew I’d have indentions, possibly bruises on my back from her heels.

  "Adam!" she called out as she rocked back and forth against me and came hard.

  Her muscles clenched around my fingers, and when I felt her climax finish, I refused to give her an opportunity to calm down. I wasted no time crawling up her body. I put my face right in front of hers, she was breathing hard and a single, lone tear slid out of the corner of her eye.

  I kissed it away.

  I framed her face with my hands and locked eyes with hers, staring deeply into the dark green depths that held power over me. There was always something behind her eyes...trouble, probably…I wasn’t sure, but they always captivated me.

  I reached down between our bodies, never took my eyes from hers and caressed her again. She inhaled a sharp breath and I placed myself at her entrance.

  I pushed the tip in and my neck strained from holding back. Mia closed her eyes.

  "Look at me, Baby," I ordered and to my surprise, her eyes flew open and hit mine.

  "You're not leaving me. I won't let you," I informed her and pushed deeper.

  She shook her head and whispered, "Please don't."

  "No. I own you," I growled and her eyes widened. "Just as much as you own me," I finished and filled her completely.

  I caught Mia’s whimper with my mouth as I pushed in and out. I felt her tug on the cuffs and I opened my eyes, but I didn’t pull back.

  "I want to touch you," she murmured against my lips and I decided I wanted her touch, too.

  As soon as I had her uncuffed, I threw the key back on the stand, covered her body once more and entered her again. Mia wrapped her arms around my back.

  “You taste so damn sweet."

  I wasn't going to last long and I needed her to come again.

  I pumped harder and faster, and then her mouth was at my neck.

  "Fuck," I hissed, my hips grinding down against hers. A sheet of sweat covered both our bodies.

  "Oh God, keep going. Just like that," she urged against my ear, and my body was at her command, but it wasn't going to last long like this.

  "Hurry, Baby, or stop touching me," I muttered, trying to hold back, and luckily, it was only a moment later that she fell apart, calling out my name, digging her nails into my back, her body withering beneath mine and I followed her orgasm with my own, groaning into her mouth as I devoured it.

  When it was all over, we were both breathing hard and I felt Mia's heart pounding in a rhythm that matched my own. I dropped my forehead on her shoulder and fell on top her. I held myself up by my forearms, trying hard not to let her take all my weight.

  Mia's arms embraced me fully as her fingers drew lazily on my back, and emotions I wasn't used to nor liked over took.

  "I missed you, Freckles…I missed my wife," I whispered before kissing her shoulder. Her body trembled and I knew my words hit somewhere deep. I rolled to my side and took her with me. Her cheek pressed to my chest and I felt the wetness on her face like a knife to my skin.

  She'd never be like this if it weren't for me. She’d cried more tonight than she had the whole year and a half we’d been together. I'd fucked up so badly with her that I truly had no right to want her back, but there was no way I could give her up again.

  I wasn’t an idiot. I knew this was reality and not a fairytale. I knew that there was a possibility our marriage still wouldn’t work out between us, but the possibility of that happening was slim to none.

  I’d make sure of it.

  I just had to convince her.

  "Shhhh...don't cry, Baby. No more crying. We'll fix this...I'll fix us," I vowed and squeezed her as tightly as I could without breaking a rib. She probably regretted what just happened - the sex - but it happened. There was no taking it back and it didn't matter if she could. She wasn't getting away from me now.

  I wanted to say more, but I couldn't without breaking down myself, and I would never let that happen...not again.

  My throat was tight from holding back my own tears, and I wrapped my body around hers like poison ivy and tangled my legs with hers as though it would protect her somehow.

  I had no idea how much time ticked by, but it felt like hours before she finally stopped crying. I wondered if she had fallen asleep, until she moved to roll over without saying a word. I let her go, but as soon as she hit her other side, I wrapped myself around her back, threw my leg back over hers and held her firmly against my chest.

  "What are you thinking about?" I asked in her ear, petrified to hear the answer, but what she said shocked the shit out of me.

  "I was thinking about how we first met, and how you shoved yourself into my life…my heart. My world began and ended with you," she whispered and I squeezed my eyes shut.

  I didn’t know what to say, though I really didn’t want to say anything at all.

  I always said the wrong thing anyway, but nothing I could say would relay just how important Mia was to me. So, I held her and I kept holding her until I felt her body relax. Then I held her tighter, knowing I was never letting her go. She’d probably hate me at first, but in the end, I’d make her love me again.

  Just like she used to…

  Chapter Five

  Eight years earlier…

  Adam Bryant

  Twenty-Three Years Old

  Whose bright idea was it to do this? And who the hell got fucked up only two days before they were about to start the police academy?

  Oh yeah...me.

  I am such a dumbass.

  I groaned.

  The room was spinning, people were everywhere, but I couldn’t make out their faces anymore. I didn’t even know who half of them were, and my head was throbbing because the music was. I swear to God, if they played Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” one more time, I was going to punch a hole in the fuckin’ speakers. Good thing the apartment complex was full of college students and they were all here or else the cops would have been called long ago.

  My buddies were dancing...more like grinding against chicks’ asses in the living room. They were a disgrace to men everywhere. I had no damn idea why they didn’t just stop wasting their time and get down to the real grinding.

  I shouldn’t have come over here, but it’s kinda hard to turn your friends down when they throw you a party for graduating. Before coming here, I'd had a talk with myself and I'd told myself, “Self, do not end up shit-faced.”

  But what happened? I got shit-faced.

  And I was so...fuckin’...drunk that the wall between the kitchen and the living room had to hold me up.

  “Dude!” I heard called from my back and I twisted my neck - not the best move when the room was still spinning. Johnny walked up and stood right next to me.

  “What’s up?” I asked...or at least I think that’s what I asked. I heard my voice and felt my mouth move, but who the hell knew. I swiped a hand down my face in effort to clear my vision and it worked long enough to see Johnny was grinning and jumpy, both of which were never good signs. He was hyper and I was not in the mood for hyper.

  “Missy came. I know you just hit that, like, a week ago, but you mind if I get in there, bro?” He clapped his hands together in excitement and I rolled my eyes.

  Fuckin’ Johnny.

  I shook my head a little, again, not a good move. Sloppy seconds or not, Johnny didn’t give a shit as long as he got him some. And Missy would give him some and more…I think.

  “It was a one-time thing, Johnny. I
really don’t care one way or the other. Have at it.”

  “Excuse me,” I heard hissed from really close by and cringed before turning my head to face the seething female in front of me.

  Missy.

  She leaned in and hissed, “You slept with me last weekend and you’re done with me? Just like that you’re ready to pass me off to your friend?” She shoved me in the chest and I stumbled back, right into something solid; soft, but solid.

  “Son of a biscuit,” I heard screeched at my back as arms wrapped around my waist. The cup that had been in the hands holding me up soaked through the front of my shirt and jeans. The cup hit the ground just as I took a step forward to keep myself from falling further back.

  I looked up at Missy just in time for her to slap me. I rocked back against the person at my back once more.

  "Fuck," I hissed.

  “You bastard,” Missy shouted and I flinched, because her voice echoed over and over in my head.

  “What's your damn problem? You knew the score. You knew it was just sex,” I managed to mutter...I think.

  I felt movement at my back and the arms around my waist shifted. My free arm was lifted and then landed around small shoulders. I looked down as a head covered in wavy, red hair popped out from my side.

  “Oh, chill the fuck out, Missy. Jeez! You had your tongue down some other asshole’s throat at the club last night, so stop acting like you didn't bring this on yourself,” the red head chimed in.

  Other asshole?

  I was drunk, but I still knew she meant that I was one of them.

  Missy gasped. “You’re sticking up for him? You’re my cousin,” she shouted at the redhead and I winced again. God, her voice was awful.

  “I’m not sticking up for him. I’m just tired of you acting like a raging bitch. Always trying to get attention. Every damn day it’s something else with you. We can’t ever just go somewhere and have a good time, without you screwing up the night.”

  “Oh really,” Missy hissed, eyes narrowed, “If you have such a problem with me, then you can get the hell out of my apartment. I never wanted you there to begin with!”

  “Fine! Good! I’ve been looking for another place to stay anyway,” Redhead roared back, and for some reason, her voice didn’t bother me half as bad as Missy’s. I couldn’t see her face, but I’d bet money it was as red as her hair.

  I felt her neck turn against my arm as she faced Johnny. “Can you come take your friend please? He's heavy and if I let him go, he’s going to fall on his ass…or his face.” I hugged her shoulders tighter and her soft breasts pressed firmly against my ribs. She was a tiny thing.

  At my movement, she looked up, her eyes met mine and my breath caught.

  Drunk, seeing double, maybe quadruple, didn’t matter...I fuckin’ saw her.

  For a second, I thought I might throw up, but I swallowed past the queasiness, looked up, caught Johnny’s eyes and narrowed mine threateningly.

  Johnny scowled, glanced at the redhead, then back at me, then at Missy who was glaring at all of us.

  “You know what? Screw you all,” Missy snapped and then whipped around and stomped off.

  Johnny's head followed Missy's back and he muttered, assumingly to the redhead, “Sorry, Babe, no can do. Catch ya later.” I felt her little body stiffen as Johnny took off running after Missy.

  "You have got to be kidding me! He's your friend,” the redhead shouted after him in disbelief.

  A moment later, I heard a female shout, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Which only meant Johnny had caught up to Missy.

  My eyes went back to the redhead. That's all I could see. That’s all I wanted to see.

  Red. Everywhere. Lots and lots of red.

  “Well, this sucks ass,” she muttered and her eyes lifted to mine. “Do you have any other friends here who can take you home? Or maybe someone I can call to come get you?”

  My eyes immediately took in her light, flawless, porcelain skin. I narrowed my eyes to focus on the light dusting of tiny, barely visible freckles on her perfectly straight, small nose. She looked like...a goddess. Her eyes were big and dark green, and something about them held mystery. They were darker than the green in mine, almost emerald. She had a round face, rosy cheeks and full, heart-shaped lips. Her hair was red, but not too bright or too dark; it was the perfect shade. It was thick, long and wavy.

  Fuck me, I wanted to shove my face in it.

  “Hey, you okay? You’re not going to throw up or anything are you? Because if you are, I’d rather be out of the line of fire,” she finished through a grunt, as she shifted her feet and my arm on her shoulder. I realized then that I was leaning into her far too much and I was heavy. I had to be close to a foot taller than her too.

  “I don’t get sick, Babe, and I don’t have any friends here,” I lied. I had a shit lot of friends here, but I was going to make sure it was her that took me home.

  “Well, looks like we’re both out of luck. I don’t have a car, Missy was my ride, and you’re in no condition to drive.” She paused, glanced away and pursed her pretty pink lips as if deep in thought. I wanted to lick them.

  She looked back up.

  “I could call a cab, I guess. Where do you live?” She stared at me and I wondered if she knew I hadn’t taken my eyes off her face since having seen it. Maybe I was just trying to focus. Maybe she wasn’t as beautiful as I thought and I was just overly drunk and seeing things. Maybe she’d be one of the chicks I woke up next to and instantly regretted waking up at all.

  “Did you hear me, hot stuff?” she asked, tilting her head to the side; my eyes fell to her mouth.

  “I uhhh...I live here, in the complex. Across the courtyard,” I told her and when I lifted my eyes, hers were on my mouth where they lingered. When she met my eyes, she sighed as if in defeat and I had no idea why. She had no reason to feel defeated...I’d let her cute ass win at whatever the hell she wanted.

  “All right. I’ll take you home and call a cab from your place. But you better not try anything,” she warned, while I wondered how she could sound serious and cute at the same time, like she honestly thought she could hurt me.

  I grinned. “I promise I won’t touch you.”

  Another lie.

  She frowned.

  Her eyes hit my mouth again; they lingered and my grin grew bigger.

  Her eyes came back to mine and she hissed, “Missy...lucky bitch.”

  She looked away and started us toward the front door, and to my surprise, none of my idiot friends said a peep to me on the way out. Guess they were all busy...or about to get busy.

  I was pretty sure I could have handled the walk without leaning into her as much as I was, but I liked the feel of her against me. Plus, it was drizzling outside and the slower I made her walk, the wetter she got and the more see-through her white top became.

  Asshole.

  I was such an asshole. I guess she’d pegged me right from the start.

  When we finally made it to my front door, she looked up at me with eyes that could bring me to my knees.

  “Please tell me you have the key,” she said quietly. I shook my head, reached out and opened the door. She paused before helping me inside.

  “You don’t care about anyone breaking in?”

  “Nope, I got nothing worth stealing. Someone wants my used up shit that badly, they can have it.”

  “Ooo-kay...where’s the bedroom?” she asked. I halted my steps in the middle of the living room. She jerked to a stop and our eyes met. It only took her a second to read my mind and she shook her head and snorted.

  “Unh-uh, no way, lover boy. You can stop with the dreamy bedroom eyes. I’m helping your ass to bed and then I’m leaving. You’re gonna have to find another toy to play with,” she said through a chuckle.

  Well that sucks.

  I wanted her in my bed. I wanted her red hair spread out across my pillow while I possessed her body. But maybe it was for the best. With all the alcohol in my s
ystem, I was pretty damn sure my performance would disappoint.

  She cleared her throat.

  “Right. Bedroom. Down the hall, first door on the right.”

  She led me there; through the living room, down the hall and past the restroom. She walked in my room, stopped right at the bed and let me go. I twisted and threw myself back, flat on the bed, legs hanging off the side.

  She walked closer and I watched her study me, caressing me with her eyes.

  “What do you sleep in?” she asked in an odd tone, and maybe slightly uncomfortably. When my brows met in confusion, she continued, “You’re wearing my drink for one, and two, you're wet from the rain. You’ll get sick if you stay in what you're wearing. Do you have pajamas or shorts or something that you sleep in? I could bring them to you before I leave.”

  I shook my head. “I sleep in my boxers, but I don’t want to move.”

  I could if I had to, but I didn’t want to.

  "Are you really that drunk or are you playing me?"

  I just shook my head.

  “Oh boy,” she breathed.

  She had a little sling type purse contraption around her shoulder that crossed to her side. She took it off and set it on the night stand. Without hesitation, I felt the bed compress when her knee hit the mattress and her weight came down next to me. My eyes traveled down her face to her wet shirt and I saw everything.

  Her full, plump breasts, tips puckered...Shit.

  Maybe I wasn't too drunk.

  Mia Dayes

  Eighteen Years Old

  What the heck are you doing, Mia? You should NOT be doing this.

  It was wrong in every sense of the word. It was like I was taking advantage of this guy, but the way he was looking at me, somehow, I knew he wouldn't mind. He’d probably even love to be taken advantage of. He was eyeing me like he wanted to eat me alive and I knew why. His eyes weren’t on my face, they were glued on my chest, specifically my breasts. He wasn’t even trying to be sly about it like most gentlemen would be if they got caught staring. No, he was openly and blatantly fucking me with his eyes.