29. Addie
Chapter twenty-nine
Addie
While I appreciate Hayden’s sentiment with the therapist or whatever, it still isn’t enough to prove to me that he’s changed—that he truly wants this. “This” being Luna and me.
Playing pretend is one thing. But actually having and maintaining a family are completely different beasts. Sure, I’ve seen him be dedicated to his business. But when it comes to anything else, he’s bailed faster than a group of teenagers who are teepeeing a house and started to hear sirens in the distance.
Regardless, I have work to get done at the subsidiary. So, after dropping Loones off at school, I head over there.
As usual, I’m met with my abuelo’s spirit as soon as I walk through the door. Try as my mother might have to remove it, it’s holding strong.
Hi Papi , I think as I take a beat to appreciate the classic music pumping from the speakers.
But all of this nostalgia comes crashing down as soon as I feel Hayden’s distinct presence from behind me. It’s overbearing, a tinge pretentious, but also kind of soft in its own right.
“Good morning, Hayden,” I comment with my back still turned and my teeth clenched.
“Good morning.” When I finally face him, he has a maroon suit on with a cream button-up underneath and a dark brown tie around his neck. I believe the ensemble might look a little silly on someone else, but on him? It’s perfect. Almost annoyingly so.
“Um.” He slides one hand into his pocket and lines his bottom lip with two fingers of the other one. “Can we go somewhere private to talk?”
As much as his appearance and gestures allure me, I have work to do. “Maybe later. Sorry—”
I go to spin back around, but he grabs my arm.
“Addie, please.” After that, there’s a sincerity in his green eyes that I can’t say no to.
Rolling my own a little, I say, “Fine. Just only for like a half-hour or so.”
He raises his hands and shakes his head. “Half an hour is all I need.”
Luckily, there’s a quaint coffee shop nearby. So, we head there, both order black coffee, two sugars for me, and only one cream for him, and then sit down.
“Listen, I know that you’re angry with me,” he admits, the steam coming from his mug distorting his handsome face a little.
“What?” I bring mine closer to my lips and blow on it.
“You’re angry.”
I’m not sure that’s fair. A little annoyed, maybe.
“I’m not sure if it’s still the blow out the other night or the random doctor I brought over—”
Now that he says it, I have to admit, “Probably a little bit of both. If we’re truly going to be in this together, like you say we are, you can’t just spring stuff on me like that, Hayden.”
He sighs and hangs his head, causing random hairs to fall on his forehead. When he straightens his neck again, he pushes them back.
“Besides,” there’s another question that has loomed heavily on my mind, “we keep talking in terms of ‘us.’ But what does that even mean? We aren’t a couple.”
The expression on his face grows thunderous, his eyes narrowing in on my soul. “Of course, we are.”
That causes me to gulp. We are? Sometimes it felt that way. But other times, absolutely not.
When we first sat down, he was seated across from me. But now, he scooted closer. His new proximity felt intoxicating, and that feeling only grew when he leaned forward and cupped my chin.
“Never forget, Addie Flores. I’ve been inside of you.” He’s whispering in a sexy, gravel tone. “Deep, deep inside of you.”
I cross my legs at the thought.
“And if we weren’t in public, I’d show you right here and right now. All the depraved things I’ve wanted to do to you since you waltzed back into my life.”
By this point, I’m breathing heavily, and there’s a pulsating feeling that’s radiating from under my pelvis.
So, I decide to join in and play his game. “What kinds of things? Would you . . . punish me?” I’ve never said anything like that in my life, and I’m not quite sure what provoked the words now. But I do my best to hold my confidence in them.
His eyes peer around before he sinks even closer to me. “Is that what you want?”
My throat feels dry, and I can’t for the life of me string together a response. “Um.” That’s all I can get out before biting my lip and pushing my hair behind my ear.
Turns out, that’s more than enough in correspondence with the obvious brightening of my whole body.
“Come on,” he says, standing up and offering me his hand.
When I accept, he pulls me, although I already feel like I’m walking on air, out of the café and hurries me into the back of his large SUV.
I’m barely inside before he crawls on top of me. The feelings inside are animalistic, and while I would usually try to calm them down, I let them free. That means haphazardly ripping his tie and other clothes away, despite hearing the occasional ripping and tearing.
“It’s fine,” he comments along the way, kissing and biting at my neck as I continue.
Before I know it, I’m straddling his completely shirtless body in between my legs. My feet are tightly secured behind his muscular back. Soon, my hands find their way to his belt buckle.
“Wait,” he suddenly stops and pops his head up. “Not here.”
In a daze, I watch as he gets up, fumbles with his undershirt, slides it on, and then walks over to the driver’s side. Turning the key into the ignition, the engine starts, and we drive off. I’m still sprawled out in the back seat, and I press my arms against the back of his seat and mine to raise myself up.
I am still fully clothed, so I’m not worried about any exposure in that regard. We pass some city streets before he turns onto a random road and then idles his vehicle into the lot of a clearly abandoned and dilapidated warehouse.
He quickly turns the car off again, opens the back door, rips his shirt off, and mounts me just like before. “No one will see us here,” he coos into my hair.
Now it’s my turn. I slide my jacket off before he sits up just enough to pull my V-neck undershirt off, exposing a lacey, black bralette.
He sets his eyes on it and paws at my breasts. “Oh, Addie. I’ve missed you.”
Breathlessly, I say, “I missed you too.”
His urgent but calculated touches make me dizzy, and I hardly even realize it when he expertly unhooks my undergarment and throws it towards the steering wheel.
From there, he takes his time to lick and suck each of my nipples. As he does this, I hold and caress his head.
When he’s ready, he undoes his belt, slides it off, unbuttons his pants, and pulls them and his underwear down just enough to expose himself.
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. His large member is just as intimidating as ever. But I resolve that I’m a big girl who can handle it.
He also reaches for something from behind his back, and I realize that it’s a condom.
Well, you sure were ready with that thing. I wonder if it was in his glove compartment or if he always just carries one in his pants. Who cares! None of that matters now.
He breaks a corner off with his teeth before discarding the outside packaging and then rolling it on.
“Ready?” he asks with a sharp nod.
I undo my pants like he did, but he helps me take them completely off, as I require more flexibility than he does.
“Yes,” I answer after being fully exposed.
Before he takes the plunge, however, he seems to pause and admire the view. “You’re so sexy, Addie.” Self-conscious of my breasts since they’ve certainly changed after breastfeeding, I go to hide them. But he stops me and pulls my arms back down at my sides. “No, I meant it. You’re beautiful. Even more so than the day I met you.”
In response, I grab hold of his strong shoulders and force his mouth to meet my skin.
“Do it,” I demand. “Do it now.”
He then uses his hand to angle himself just right, and then he slides in. With each millimeter, the pleasure grows deeper.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yes.” To emphasize how much I can handle, I slide my hands down toward his hips and push him in even farther.
“Oh, God!” he exclaims, but in a good way.
From there, we rock and thrust against each other, and it almost feels like no time has passed. Sure, our bodies have changed with age, but our connection sure hasn’t dulled.
When I’m getting closer to climax, he pushes himself up and applies steady, powerful blows against my body.
“Oh, my God,” I say between panting and moaning.
Eventually, he grazes my arms up and down before holding them against the door’s handle.
“You see that, Addie? I’m yours. I’m completely yours,” he growls into my ear. “Say it!”
“You’re mine, Hayden.” The words feel like a gorgeous symphony coming from my lips.
“And?”
“And?” I raise my head momentarily.
He just smiles. “And you’re mine.”
“Oh.” I lie back down and close my eyes. “Yes. I’m yours.”
Somehow, that sentence seems to make him even harder inside of me, and he continues his delicious attack.
Like the gentleman he is, he allows me to come first. Although, I’m not sure how he prolonged his longevity. But finally, it seems as though he can’t hold back any longer, and after releasing sexy, guttural grunts, he moans loudly before collapsing against my chest.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I just let him take me in the back of his car, in broad daylight. Except, I am also grateful that one of us was thinking clearly, and he stopped things and moved us to a more covert location. God knows, an old biddy or other passerby could have easily called the police on us. And getting the cops involved would’ve made this rendezvous more scandalous and much less sexy.
When he finally raises up and meets my gaze, he has an adorably goofy look and a light sheen of sweat on his face.
“That was amazing,” he comments before sliding out and resting on his side next to me. This necessitates me scooting over a bit and hanging off the seat a little, but I don’t mind. The closeness of him is all that I want at this moment. “Was it good for you?” he asks, gliding his fingers along my jaw line.
“Yes.”
He grins from ear to ear. “Good.”
I know that we probably should move, but I can’t for the life make my body start making its way up. Instead, I just want to lie there in his arms forever. Every nerve ending feels a buzz from his touch.
So, I succumb to my desires and curl up next to him, my chin perfectly propped against the crook of his neck.
Maybe trying is enough sometimes.