Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening) Page 7

  Typical jackass.

  I could feel my nipples harden through my cold, wet, white shirt, and, in all fairness, I guess I couldn’t blame him for looking. I too wanted to see what he had working under his clothes. I would just help him undress so he doesn’t get pneumonia, then call a cab and wait in the living room.

  Right after I see him naked.

  “Can you sit up? I’ll help you with your shirt,” I offered. He shook his head again and I sighed. I should have known he was going to make this difficult. With my knees on the bed at his side, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and shuffled it up his chest and back. He arched a little to help and I struggled, but I finally managed to get it up to his shoulders. He did a slight ab curl, lifted his arms and I whipped the shirt over his head.

  I looked down at his chest and froze.

  Holy shit! Is that normal?

  He was muscular; more muscular than any man I’d ever laid eyes on. Not that at eighteen years old, I’d seen many muscular men in the flesh, actually only one, but...

  Holy shit!

  In a shirt you could see every bulge in this guy’s body, but without one...

  Da-yum!

  Raging horny hormones, please meet, fuck me upside, downside and twice sideways.

  Salt-n-Pepa were singing "Whatta Man" in my head while the little devil on my shoulder was bent over in her mini skirt, ass in the air, saying...What. A. Man. Indeed.

  I fisted my hands, because I really wanted to run my fingertips between the creases of his abs. No guy should be allowed to look like this. If I licked him, really quick, would he notice? If he was drunk enough, he might not even feel it.

  Then I wondered if Missy did that to him already.

  Then I remembered he fucked my mega-slut cousin.

  Get a grip, Mia!

  I sighed again, something I couldn’t seem to stop doing. Missy always got the good ones. I knew it was only because she put out faster than the man could unzip his pants, but it was still a bummer.

  This guy shifted and I looked up and straight into his green eyes, eyes so light they probably should have been blue, surrounded by long, thick black lashes that should be outlawed, and asked, “What’s your name?”

  I didn’t feel like calling him hot stuff or lover boy anymore...even if he was that and then some.

  “Adam,” he mumbled.

  Adam...

  Even his name was sexy. Adam. It was easy and smooth, and the way he said it was like a caress over puntang.

  Yes, puntang.

  “Adam, what?” I pushed.

  “Bryant,” he answered.

  “Well, Adam Bryant, I’m Mia Dayes. Nice to meet you. Now that we have that formality out of the way and know each other on a personal level, are you wearing boxers under your jeans?”

  I didn’t wait for him to answer before I climbed back off the bed, and lifted one of his legs to remove a tennis shoe. Then, I moved to the other leg and did the same. By the time I finished, he still hadn’t answered.

  I looked up to see he was starting at me again and I raised one eyebrow questioningly.

  “I’m waiting, Adam Bryant. I don’t mind helping you out of your jeans, but I want to make sure you’ve got something under them that’ll cover your man junk. I stopped liking surprises when I was ten, so if you’re not wearing boxers, I’d like to be prepared. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm still gonna check out what you're selling, but I have no intention of buying...if you catch my drift.”

  He frowned a nanosecond before his eyes widened in shock, which I thought was interesting. He didn’t look like a man who’d be easily shocked. After another few seconds of silence and staring at me like I had two heads, he finally lifted his arms and laced his hands behind his head. His abs pulled taut from the movement and his biceps swelled.

  My stomach was doing crazy somersaults and the little devil on my shoulder was lifting her mini skirt and shimming out of her panties, but somehow, I managed to not jump him.

  “I’m wearing boxers, Babe, but the way you’re looking at me…I really fuckin’ wish I wasn’t.” He paused, never taking his eyes from my face and muttered, “Go for it.”

  I rolled my eyes and got down to business.

  I started with the button and zipper. When both were undone, I snaked my fingers through the belt loops at his sides and tugged. Adam lifted his hips so I could draw them down his legs and there was no missing the huge swell at his crotch near my face. I ignored it and quickly rid him of the jeans.

  That’s when I decided not to ignore anymore. I let my eyes travel up his thick thighs and the large swell between his legs. No way could I even imagine being taken fully by him.

  Is it real?

  My eyes traveled up his strained abs, his muscular arms, and up to his face. He had a strong jawline, no scruff, but I could tell it would only take a day for it to grow. He had high chiseled cheek bones and a tiny dimple in the center of his chin that I wanted to kiss. His hair was cut short, clearly with clippers, not with a razor, and it looked soft to touch. The color was jet black, and if he let it grow, it would be crazy thick.

  Our eyes met and the blue specks in his green eyes sparkled.

  “Like what you see?” he taunted and I grinned. It took a lot to embarrass me so he’d have to try much harder than that.

  “Yes, actually, the view’s quite nice from where I’m standing.”

  “Same here, Freckles,” he responded and my belly fluttered. His use of Freckles like an endearment was a little unnerving. Nobody ever liked my freckles and I wasn’t particularly fond of them myself. I couldn’t resist touching my nose to cover them. Normally, one coat of concealer would cover them up, but I’d been in the sun lately so they were a lot more noticeable.

  “Don’t do that,” he ordered deep and low.

  I dropped my hand.

  “Ummm... okay. I think we’re done here. I’m sure you can help yourself into bed.” I paused, glanced around his room and my eyes hit the closet. “Would you mind if I borrow a shirt? I’ll memorize your apartment number and return it or mail it back, I promise. I just don’t want to leave here in what I’m wearing.”

  His eyes hit my chest again and I tilted my head to the side.

  “Eyes up, Romeo.”

  “Take whatever you want,” he said, and for some reason, I didn’t think he was talking about only a shirt. I ignored him. It was the only thing I could do so I didn’t get myself in trouble...with the guy that fucked my cousin.

  I have to keep remembering that.

  I made it to the closet, which, I might add, was not a walk-in. I shuffled through the shirts until I found a red one with white U of H lettering and tagged it off the hanger. I kept my back to the bed and took off my wet t-shirt to replace it with the red one. I’d only just managed to cover my breasts, before something crashed into my back.

  “What the hell?” I called out, just as my front slammed into the hanging clothes.

  Chapter Six

  Adam Bryant

  Her hair smelled like coconut. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, because I never wanted to forget the smell. What did she say her name was again?

  Maria? Mina? Shit, I just wanted to call her Freckles.

  Mia!

  I felt Mia’s soft body stiffen in my arms and I didn’t like that.

  Not one bit.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked softly, instead of crazed, which was a little surprising considering I’d just slammed into her back. I’d tried to make the maneuver smooth, but failed epically.

  “I think you should stay here.” I didn’t know why I wanted her here, I just did.

  “Adam --” Shit, I loved hearing her say my name.

  “It’s late and taking a taxi this late in Houston isn’t safe. Just stay and I’ll take you home in the morning.” If anything, she stiffened more. Then, all was silent. I didn’t know what she was thinking about, but I wasn’t going to wait for her to answer and I wasn’t giving her a choice.
I picked her up and she let out a squeal. I carried her to the bed and threw her in it. I climbed in behind her, or more like fell in bed behind her, and I wrapped my arm around her waist before she could escape.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She sounded out of breath, probably trying to figure out what just happened. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t know me and was probably freaked.

  “I just want you to stay here,” I admitted again. She lay quiet and stiff as a board for at least a full minute. I pressed my face into her neck and held on tight in case she tried to flee.

  “You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she said, but she didn’t sound scared. She sounded like she was only stating a fact.

  I nodded against her neck. “I know.”

  “Well, you’re touching me,” she snapped.

  “I know.”

  She sighed, defeated, but this time, she had a good reason to feel that way because she was. I felt and heard her take a deep, calming breath and then she exhaled loudly.

  “If I agree to stay here, it’s only because I forgot that I have nowhere else to go and I can’t afford to stay at a motel. And just so we’re clear, I’m not having sex with you. From what I overheard, you fucked my cousin last weekend, and I was never one for sharing. I like my toys shiny and new from the box. You’re more than shiny, but you’re definitely not new from the box. I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

  My body turned to stone. Every muscle in my body strained and my hold on her waist tightened even more.

  Did she just call me sloppy seconds? Nobody’s ever called me sloppy seconds. What the fuck?

  I lifted my head and narrowed my eyes on the profile of her face.

  “Did I ask you to fuck me?” I growled, because it actually fuckin’ stung that she threw that shit in my face. The fact that I really fuckin’ regretted sexing up Mia’s cousin pissed me off even if, at that time, I had no idea who this little redhead was. The fact that I didn’t remember much of the sexing up of her cousin pissed me off even more.

  And when Mia’s emerald-green eyes hit mine, I instantly regretted every bitch I’d ever had sex with.

  “No, you didn’t ask me to fuck you, but I don’t know you, and I wanted to get that straight before I decided to stay.”

  Like she had a choice...

  “Whatever, Babe. Just go to sleep. The room is still spinning.” I pressed my forehead back against her neck, closed my eyes and snuggled in deeper. Yeah, my big ass body snuggled into her little one and it fit perfectly. And she was soft and smelled like coconut. And the shirt she wore now only covered her breasts. Her stomach was bare. I lifted my hand and let my fingers graze the smooth skin there, but it only lasted a few seconds before her hand stopped mine.

  “You shouldn’t do that.”

  “I know.”

  “If I let your hand go, will you stop?”

  “Nope.”

  “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

  “Yep,” I answered and pushed my hand out of hers to continue grazing. I felt her turn her head away from me and her stomach tightened. This went on for minutes - at least that’s what it felt like - but every time I tried to let my hand travel further up, or further down, she slapped my hand away and I hated it.

  But finally, I couldn’t resist the pull anymore and sleep consumed me.

  Mia Dayes

  Finally!

  I waited...and I waited…and even in his sleep he held me tight. I knew he was out by the way his body relaxed and his breathing grew deeper and louder.

  This is the most bizarre night of my life.

  I should have fought him more. Actually, I should have left him on the sofa in the living room and hauled ass out here, but I really had nowhere to go. Missy was pissed, but when wasn’t she? She wouldn’t be getting over this any time soon either...not that I cared. I just needed to figure out what the hell my next move would be.

  I lifted Adam’s arm off my stomach and tucked it between us carefully. He took a long, deep breath and I froze, hand in the air and waited until his breathing resumed to normal. I tugged softly on my hair that he was laying on, and when it was free, I managed to slide off the bed without him moving a muscle. I straightened my shirt and without looking back, I walked to his dresser and shuffled through them until I found a pair of gray sweat pants with a drawstring.

  Again, without looking back, I walked from the bedroom to the living room. When I got there, I walked to the lamp, turned it on and took in my surroundings. Other than a slightly torn leather sofa, a matching recliner, two end tables - both with lamps sitting on top - and coffee table, the room was empty. No decorations of any kind. I didn’t even see a T.V., which I thought was odd for a guy. Didn’t they watch sports and drink beer all the time?

  I turned and faced what I assumed was supposed to be a dining room and I walked to the small, round, four chair breakfast table that sat under a flimsy looking chandelier. Stacks of paperwork sat on top, as well as a number of baseball caps, but there was one single sheet of paper that sat alone. I picked it up, scanned the contents and realized it was an acceptance letter to the Houston Police Academy. The letter started with “Dear Mr. Bryant” and I realized then that he’d lied to me.

  That was his party we’d been at. I’d known going there that it was for someone who’d just graduated and got accepted into the academy.

  Why did he lie about not knowing anyone at his own party?

  I put the letter down, walked back down the hall to the bathroom, which was surprisingly decent seeing as it appeared Adam lived here alone. It wasn’t the cleanest, but it also wasn’t disgusting. I did my business, changed into the enormous sweat pants and cinched the drawstring as tight as it would go, before heading back out. I walked into Adam’s bedroom and saw that he was still in the same position I’d left him in. I folded my jeans and placed them on the dresser before setting my white Keds on top. I carefully tagged a pillow off the bed and then I quickly scanned it for an available blanket or sheet, but he was lying on top of both. Since I didn’t know where he kept spares, I just went back to the sofa, sunk into it and passed out.

  Chapter Seven

  Adam Bryant

  I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes. Fuck, it was bright! I didn’t move. I didn’t dare move. My stomach rolled, and any sudden movement, I’d surely throw up.

  I groaned again.

  What the fuck did I do last night?

  I took a chance and glanced at the bedside clock, but I couldn’t see the time because there was a glass of water blocking the view. And, when I got my eyes to focus, what looked to be two pills sat next to it.

  Did I put those there?

  I lifted a little and read the time. Seven in the morning. Thank God, it was only Sunday.

  I swiped a hand down my face to clear it, waited a minute and then sat up. My stomach rolled again, but I managed to keep it under control. I stood up, walked to the bathroom and silently wondered how in the hell I’d gotten out of my clothes. I took care of business and then took a shower.

  By the time I got out, the bathroom was fogged and I felt only slightly better, but at least I was fresh. I wrapped a towel around my waist, walked back to my room and froze in front of my dresser.

  What the hell?

  I grabbed the small, white, feminine tennis shoes, eyed them suspiciously, dropped them on the floor and picked up the jeans that sat folded underneath the shoes. I immediately wondered who the hell was supposed to be in them. I glanced around the room and didn’t see anyone. I dropped the jeans to the floor, opened my drawer, pulled out a pair of shorts and slipped them on.

  I walked out of the room, down the hall, into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks, because there she was. The owner of the chick jeans and shoes was laid out on my couch sound asleep. And, I might add, wearing my favorite red t-shirt and gray sweats. They swallowed her.

  I walked closer until I towered over her, and then I knelt down.

  Fuck...


  She was gorgeous and I made her sleep on the couch?

  Way to go, asshole.

  She was on her side facing me. Her hands were tucked under the pillow, under her cheek. Her red hair fanned out across the pillow and her pink, heart-shaped lips were slightly open. I lifted my finger, ran it across her bottom lip and her lips pressed together. Then she shifted and I pulled back automatically and wondered what the hell my problem was. Why would I touch her?

  I watched in fascination as she pulled up her knees and brought them to her chest. Her arms slid from the pillow and her hands snaked between her thighs as if warming them up. I touched her check and she shivered.

  Her skin was freezing.

  I kicked her out of my bed and didn’t give her a fuckin’ blanket?

  No fuckin’ way.

  I shook my head at the thought. She had to have moved out here on her own. I’d never have kicked this face out of my bed. In fact, if my memory would come back clearer, I was pretty certain I made her stay with me...tucked into me...or me tucked into her until I passed out.

  I drank in her features quickly once more, before standing and slowly making my way back to the bedroom; I still felt light headed.

  I yanked the blanket off the bed a little more forcefully than I should have.

  Mia Dayes

  Oh my God, something smelled delicious. I stretched, but my body stiffened when my hands came in contact with something soft over my head. I knew instantly I was on a couch. My heart picked up speed, my eyes flew open and I scanned the area quickly. Luckily, my memory of the night before came back fast and sharp.

  But why am I covered with a blanket?

  “Oh good, you’re awake,” a deep voice said and my eyes shifted to the direction it came from. My already fast pumping heart went into overdrive as I watched a shirtless Adam walk out of the kitchen and head my way. I sat up, pressed my back against the arm of the couch, and quickly tried to wipe the mascara from under my eyes. I crossed my legs just as he sat down in front of me.