Chapter 11
Luca
Ihad my hands in Addison’s hair as she knelt in front of me, the bad idea between us just increasing with every taut breath.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I can stop.”
She looked up at me, those doe eyes wide, and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. She still had on that little dress she had worn, the cardigan she had put on over it when she first arrived was long gone. She’d stripped off my shirt the moment she kissed me, and somehow we were back in my bedroom, all thoughts of promising never to do this again firmly out the window. It felt so right, so why would it be wrong?
I was pretty sure there were a few songs about that. Ones that told me that I was making a mistake, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was her.
“Please? This is one thing we never got around to doing.” And then her hands were on the button of my jeans, and I swallowed as she undid it and freed me.
My cock sprang out, hard and ready. I was always hard around her, even before our first kiss.
I had gotten good about ignoring it though, because it wasn’t something that I was supposed to think about. She wasn’t someone I was supposed to think about.
I didn’t think there was any going back now.
“Be a good girl then, and suck my cock. I want you to swallow it whole. I want it to touch the back of your throat. Can you do that without gagging? Are you going to have to be very careful?”
“I guess you’re just going to have to see if I have a gag reflex or not,” she muttered before she took me in hand and I groaned, keeping my hand in her hair. She thought she was going to be the one that controlled this, but no, it was going to be me. Just like every other time we had been in bed.
It was the damn hottest thing ever, and she was going to get used to me.
Because I wasn’t backing down.
She slid her hand up and down my cock, keeping me steady, as I slid my thumb along her cheekbone and over her plump lips.
Her mouth parted and I slid my thumb inside.
“Suck.”
She did, her tongue twirling around the tip of my thumb. I slid it in and out, mimicking what I was about to do to her, and then I pushed forward, the tip of my dick pressing against her open mouth.
“Swallow.”
She opened her mouth and I slid deep inside, one small thrust, and then another. She hummed along me, hollowing out her mouth as I pressed deep, reaching the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and I pulled away, tugging on her hair.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded, my cock still in her mouth, so I moved forward, loving the way she swallowed, taking me deeper.
I wrapped her hair around my fist and began to move again, this time faster. Her hands dug into my hips as she bobbed her head. I forced her to stay still, needing to control the action so I didn’t hurt her as I went deeper. She hummed along me, her tongue going flat to take more of me as I kept moving, sliding my cock down her throat. She was so beautiful on her knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes wide. When my balls tightened I pulled out, my cock sliding along her lips, leaving them puffy, wet, all mine.
“I want to come inside you, not down your throat. Can you handle that?”
I didn’t give her time to answer, instead I pulled her up and crushed my mouth to hers, needing her.
My hands moved, pulling the dress over her head and tugging her panties to the side.
She was quickly on her back, legs around me as I tugged her bra down, but not completely off. That way her tits were pushed up and I could cup them, rolling her nipples between my fingertips before sucking hard. They pebbled, reddening into the colors of cherries.
I hovered over her, sliding my fingers in between her wet folds.
“You’re already so wet for me. Do you want this cock? Do you want me?”
“Luca, please.”
She panted out the words and I growled, sliding my cock against her lower lips. She was swollen, aching, and I pressed my thumb along her clit, rubbing small circles.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
I leaned forward and slowly slid deep inside. She was tight, so tight I had to grind my back molars together so I could maintain some sense of control.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
“Luca, I need you to move. Please.”
I smiled against her mouth, loving this.
Loving the fact that this felt familiar and new all at the same time.
I kept kissing her as I slid in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster.
I pressed her knees up to her shoulders, going deeper than before, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her chin lifting. I took that as permission as I kissed up and down her throat, biting gently on her shoulder.
When she started shaking, I played with her clit again and she came, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I moved then so I was sitting at the edge of the bed and she was straddled over me.
The movement pushed her face right against mine and I kissed her, needing her taste, just needing her.
Everything was happening so fast, and I knew if I wasn’t careful I was going to fall. But was that so wrong?
I had fallen before, and had nearly broken, but I wouldn’t let that happen again.
Not with her.
Not with Addison. My Addison.
I slid deep inside her again and let her rock her body over me, breathing into each other, leaning into each other.
And when she came for the second time, I followed, filling her, marking her as mine. I didn’t care if it was ridiculous and annoying and growly and absurd.
I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to claim her and mark her and let everyone else in the world know that she was mine.
I was such a territorial jackass, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Her body shook as we both came down from our orgasms. I smiled, running my hands up and down her back.
“You okay, baby?”
“I don’t think I can move.”
I grinned and kissed her gently before standing. She let out a small squeak, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her, still balls deep, to the shower.
“Luca, don’t drop me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. Either of you.”
The seriousness of the situation seemed to take hold, but we didn’t say anything. I turned on the shower and blocked her from the cold water, needing the icy chill to help me calm down. It didn’t matter that I had just come. I was still hard as a rock inside her.
Thankfully the water helped, and I set her down.
“Will you stay the night?” I asked as I lathered soap over each of us.
She took the loofah and washed me, the act gentle, far more intimate than we had been before.
“Okay. I’d like that.”
I smiled at the admission before I kissed her again. When I laid her in bed, I just held her.
“We should stop doing that, you know.”
I smiled, even though I knew she couldn’t see me.
“You’re right. It’s very wrong.”
“And probably going to be a huge mistake in the future.”
“Totally.” I kissed the top of her head. “But I don’t regret it. I don’t regret you, Addison.”
Her grip on my waist tightened, before she relaxed.
“Same. Same.”
And as I lay there with her in my arms, I finally relaxed.
* * *
Addison left early the next morning, since she hadn’t brought a change of clothes. And I knew that she hadn’t on purpose. Because if she even thought about a future such as that, this would become real for her. And while it was real for me, I knew that this was all way too much for her to accept in one go. So I wasn’t going to make it an issue.
If I did, then I would lose her before I truly even had her.
I knew both of us well enough to know that.
“Where is your head?”
I looked up at Colt and laughed.
“I have no idea right now. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just wondering when you were going to hand me the paperwork that I needed. You doing okay, buddy?”
I shook my head. “I think so. Hell.” Colt sighed and leaned against the doorway.
“You and I have been friends for what, a decade? Since you were a wee babe not even old enough to shave those tiny chin hairs, or even have pubes. Now you’re a big boy and about to have a baby of your own. Times sure have changed.”
I scowled at my friend.
“Are you serious right now? That’s what you’re leading with?”
“I’m just saying. We’ve been friends for a long time.”
“You had to mention my pubes. I’ll have you know they grew in.”
“And I’m very proud of you. Go you and your pubes.”
I knew that none of the staff were back here, and it was quiet in the morning at our office, but I still cringed.
“We should probably stop saying that before we get sued for harassment or something.”
“You’re probably right. However, you want to tell me what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting crazy for a few weeks now. And while I appreciate that you finally told me that you and Addison are having a child together, I would love to have more information. Like, how long have you two been together? When did it start? How are things going?”
I ran my hands over my face, annoyed with myself for letting things get so crazy and entangled. But what else was I supposed to do? That was life.
“Colt…”
“Don’t Colt me. I work far too many hours, just like you, and I suck at people. But we are friends, even if we don’t hang out every weekend because we hang out and eat lunch together every single fucking day here. I just didn’t realize how close you and Addison were getting. So talk to me. I’m in the mood to talk about feelings. This will never happen again.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. Because that was true. Colt did not like to talk about feelings, except maybe with his husband. And even then, I wasn’t sure.
“My head is in the clouds right now, probably because I slept past my alarm.”
“Because of your girlfriend staying the night at your house? A girlfriend I didn’t know about?”
I laughed. “Your fishing is more like sending tiny little bombs into a lake and seeing what pops up. You know, what floats.”
“Well, what’s floating? I feel like I should say that to you from now on. What’s floating, Cassidy? Tell me all the details. Before I quit caring about your feelings. Because I’m about to do that.”
“I still don’t know how you landed a catch like Dane.”
“I’ll have you know Dane loves me for who I am. Grouchy asshole and all.”
“Well, I love you too. Just not like that.”
“I know. I’ve never been on your radar. But that’s fine, you weren’t on mine. You were too young. Too innocent. And, you know, you had Ashleigh.”
I had known Colt long enough that he and his husband Dane had met Ashleigh. And they both grieved with me when she died.
It seemed like forever ago that it had happened. That I had lost my one and only girlfriend.
How the hell was that even possible? The one girlfriend I’d ever had, the only person I had ever been with before Addison, was Ashleigh. And she was gone in a blink of an eye and there was no taking that back.
There was no finding a way through that grief. Though I had somehow. And I knew moving away from Portland had helped.
Now I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next.
“Losing Ashleigh was probably the hardest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and that’s a lot, considering my family.”
Colt took the seat in front of me, and steepled his fingers in front of him.
“I know. I watched it happen. Your parents are a piece of work, and I always liked you and Ashleigh together. But you’re not the kid that you were when you were with her, you know.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Grief changes you. I saw it with my mom when dad died. She was a completely different person before his death, and then after. When she got married again? I thought I would hate the guy. But he made my mom smile. And it took a while for my mom to smile again, so I was happy to see it.”
“I remember you telling me that, vaguely, when I was trying to get through the grief.”
“You don’t get through it, you wade through it, you sink and you drown and then you find your way up to the surface again. And look at that, another floating metaphor.” He winked, and this was the Colt that I loved. He was an asshole, but he got you. And once you were his friend, he never let you go. Even across states. “I’m glad to see you with Addison though. She makes you happy. Although, you look a little growly right now. So, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
I shook my head, aware that my brothers might know about the whole fake fiancé thing and the pregnancy, but they were so tied up in their own worlds, for good reasons, that I was afraid to tell them the truth. Because I didn’t even know my own truth.
“I know I’m not that man anymore. And honestly, I’ll always think of Ashleigh. Always wonder what we could have had. But I have been ready to move on for a while now.”
“That’s good. You’re moving on with Addison and having a baby. That’s goddamn amazing, man.”
I smiled brightly, I couldn’t help it. “I know right? I’m going to be a dad.”
“Well, that’s going to be one scary thing. We’ll figure out the hours for the practice. We’ll make it work. That’s why it’s just the two of us. Because we’re not going to be corporate snobs that don’t let men have time off for their kids or something. We’ll find a way to make it work.”
I grinned. “I never had any doubt.”
“So. You and Addison. You’re going to give me any details?”
“I don’t know really what to say, other than we’re trying to figure it out.”
“Trying. So, you went all the way up to the mountains to help her and pretend to be her fiancé, and yet you’re not even going to tell me if she’s your girlfriend or not?”
I cringed. “I think I was better at pretending to be a fake fiancé than wondering if I’m a real boyfriend. Now isn’t that a kick in the ass?”
“Excuse me?”
My eyes darted up at the open door that I had forgotten we hadn’t closed, and all the blood drained from my face.
Because I knew that nasally voice. I had heard it a few times over that weekend.
Mrs. Harrington-Wells III.
I had never gotten her first name as she only went by her husband’s, a.k.a. Addison’s boss. And from the way the woman fumed, she knew. She had heard it all.
I’d just made a gigantic mistake that was going to ruin everything. Addison was going to kill me.