Chapter 36
FLETCHER
“Fuck, baby. God, right there,” I gasped out, arching beneath Adam as his hips drove forward, his cock striking that spot that made stars dance across my vision. I fisted my hands in the sheets with a soft cry. “D-Don’t stop! Please!”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” Adam growled and redoubled his efforts. His body crashed into mine, again and again. I threw my head back on a broken moan and dug my fingers into his shoulders. My thighs shook as he drove me closer to the edge.
And then I was there, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. My body shuddered beneath Adam’s thrusts, my muscles clamping around his cock and milking him.
Adam growled my name, the sound raw and rough and sexy as hell.
He fucked into me, hips snapping, cock swelling as his knot tied us together, and heat spilled into me.
“Ohhh, fuck…” Adam collapsed on top of me, both of us still twitching from the aftershocks.
I laid beneath him, my breathing heavy. Adam’s hot breath against my neck made me wish, so damn badly, that he’d open his mouth and sink his fangs into my skin, to mark me, claim me…but that was a pipe dream. I could never have that.
Not in this lifetime.
“I love you,” he whispered into my skin, and I whimpered his name, my fingers fisting in his hair. If he only knew how much I loved him. How much emotion was caged inside my heart, dying to break free. To lock myself tight inside Adam Sinclair’s soul and never come back out again.
“I love you too,” was all I could say.
After cleaning up, we lounged in bed together. My fingertips played over Adam’s soft skin while he scrolled through menus on a delivery service app.
“What sounds good?” he mused, colorful images of Italian dishes in all their pasta-filled glory slipping down the screen.
“Chinese,” I replied without thinking. I absolutely loved Chinese food—all Asian-style food, honestly—but it was never something any of my foster families ever splurged on, growing up.
It was usually pizza or burgers, if we even went out at all.
Too many mouths to feed. “Chicken fried rice sounds good.”
Adam hummed. “I could chow on some beef lo mein. Maybe some sweet and sour chicken, or General Tso’s as well? I’m feeling a little zesty.” He laughed.
I slapped his bare chest, shaking my head. “You’re a dork.”
“But I’m your dork,” he singsonged in reply. “Just imagine—eating right out of the carton, snuggled up in bed, watching some garbage TV show. Then, later…” He waggled his eyebrows, and it was my turn to laugh, my cheeks growing warm.
“I like the sound of that.”
Adam put the order in and we laid together in bed, just sharing idle chit-chat.
It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang.
I sat up in bed, glancing over at Adam, who didn’t seem the least bit willing to move from his comfortable spot. As if to prove my point, he stretched, languid, and then curled his arms around the nearest pillow, tucking it to his chest.
“Why don’t I get that,” I teased him, sliding out of bed and reaching for the PJ pants laying on the floor. I stuck one leg in, then the other, and tugged them up over my hips. Then I snatched Adam’s hoodie out of the laundry basket, gave it a sniff test, and pulled it on over my head.
Raking my fingers through my sweat-damp, sex-rumpled curls, I headed downstairs, humming to myself. Mmm, just a few more steps between me and a big ol’ carton of chicken fried rice with extra egg. My favorite.
Except when I opened the door, it wasn’t the delivery man holding our sack of takeaway.
No. It was Aria Winters. She stared at me, in all of my glory—hickies all over my neck, freshly marked and smelling of sex and Adam, wearing the Alpha’s sweatshirt.
Her future-husband’s sweatshirt.
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Panic sparked a siren in my mind, shrieking louder than my own thoughts. I barely managed to squeak out an, “Um… Hi?” because inside, everything was shutting down. Oh god. What had I done? I’d ruined everything!
Aria was beautiful—sleek and soft and lovely, everything that I wasn’t—and right now, she was looking at me through saucer-round eyes, no doubt taken aback. Her nose twitched and my heart clenched up and withered in my chest.
“You must be here for Adam,” I mumbled.
“Who are you?” she asked instead.
My expression flattened, try as I might to keep it neutral. “His roommate,” I replied dryly, turning my back to her, but casting a glance over my shoulder. “I’ll go tell Adam you’re here. Please, come in. You shouldn’t have to wait out on the stoop.”
Anxiety twinged through my body with every stuttering heart beat. Oh god. Oh god… I led Aria into the living room, where our empty popcorn bowl and soda cans from last night sat on the coffee table, the blanket we’d shared, wrapped around each other, tossed over the back of the couch.
Smelling of us. Of our sin.
I quickly turned on my heel and headed upstairs, but I was already beginning to melt down. My hands were shaking by the time I reached our bedroom and I burst in, tears burning my eyes.
“We have a problem,” I choked out.
“Fletcher?” Adam sat up, sensing that something was wrong. “What happened?”
“Aria… She was at the door!” I gestured to myself, dressed in Adam’s clothes and draped in his scent. Wearing his marks from our morning sex-capades. “I answered the door like this! She isn’t stupid, Adam! She knows, she has to know!”
Adam’s face washed as white as the bedsheets. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry, Adam. I’m so sorry,” I babbled, tears streaming down my cheeks now, unable to hold them back as I collapsed onto the edge of the bed.
“Shh,” he whispered, squeezing my shoulder. “It’s okay. Just…” He sucked in a sharp breath, no doubt wondering just what the hell he was going to say to her. “Stay here. Let me get dressed. I’ll handle this. Just stay here. Everything will be okay.”
Why did that feel like the biggest lie in the history of the planet?
After he left the room, I buried my face in the pillows and let loose a broken sob. Adam’s spicy cedar scent wrapped itself around me like a cloak, giving me a false sense of security, but the tears just kept falling.
It was over. It was all over.