Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ADDISON
There was no stopping the tears from falling now. Chase caught the first one with his thumb, the second with his lips. I could’ve discounted his words alone, but that was harder to do with permanent ink staring back at me that underlined everything he said.
Shock rolled through me first, and then so many emotions, I could barely name them all.
Disbelief that what he said was true. Anger that he’d waited this long to tell me.
Regret over all the years we’d lost. But above all, I felt possession.
Over him. Over us. And for once, I didn’t try to tamp it down.
Didn’t try to beat it back into submission, thinking I had no right to it.
To claim him. But that tattoo on his finger proved otherwise.
He was mine. He’d been mine.
With that knowledge thrumming through my veins, matching the frantic beat of my heart, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I threw my arms around his neck and tugged him down on top of me, crashing my mouth against his.
His lips were salty from my tears, his tongue soft and sweet against mine. I’d just had him last night, and I wanted him again already. Though that was nothing new with us. For years, we’d taken what we could get, as many times as we could get it, no matter how quick we had to be.
But right now, we didn’t have to be fast. There was no clock ticking away at our time together. No firm stop we had to abide to.
There was only him and me and this new reality between us.
“Addie.” He pulled back enough to cup my face, not allowing me to look away. “Tell me you understand what I mean. Tell me you know it’s only you.”
Chase didn’t take life too seriously. Even after his sister’s diagnosis, he’d been the one who’d kept everyone’s spirits up.
When Morgan had lost her hair and he’d shaved his in support, he told her he’d done it to even things out between him and the rest of the male population.
When he was taken down with the injury that led to his surgery in July, he was joking with reporters hours after being helped off the ice.
And by some miraculous feat, he’d always been able to pull a smile from my brooding asshole of a brother.
Now, though, his gaze pinned me in place, his eyes intense and serious as he stared down at me. And if I’d had any doubts before, he brushed them away as easily as flicking his wrist with those handful of words.
“I know,” I said.
With a groan, he captured my lips again with his own, and then we were in a frenzy, desperate to strip each other’s clothes off as if we were racing against the clock. Needing to feel each other, skin on skin, with an urgency I’d never felt before.
But as soon as we were both lying there naked, me spread out on the bed before him while he stared down at me with hunger and awe and something else swimming in his eyes, everything shifted. Settled. Slowed.
He took his time kissing down my body, making pit stops at all his favorite places along the way.
He sucked on each of my nipples, lavishing them with attention until I was squirming beneath him, my pussy throbbing and so wet I could feel it on the insides of my thighs.
Only then did he shift lower and settle between my legs, spreading them wide with his shoulders.
He groaned low in his throat as he brushed a thumb over my slit. “Jesus Christ, look at you. My perfect pussy’s soaking wet, isn’t she?” He spread my lips wide with his thumb and forefinger, blowing a gust of air against my already throbbing clit.
“Chase…” I reached down, bracing my hand on his head and not-so-subtly encouraging him to lick me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Quit teasing.” I attempted to guide his face forward, but I might as well have been trying to shove a brick wall for all the good it did me. “Lick my pussy already.”
He turned his head and sank his teeth into my inner thigh before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“I don’t think so. You got to call the shots last night, but now it’s my turn, and I want to play with my food for a while.
” He licked along the crease where my leg met my body before shifting to do the same on the other side.
So close, but not nearly close enough. “Now, be a good girl and let me enjoy my breakfast in peace. I’m fucking starving. ”
If his goal was to drive me out of my mind, he succeeded.
He tormented me with his tongue, licking me absolutely everywhere but the one spot I desperately needed him.
I couldn’t come without direct clit stimulation, and he knew it.
Knew it and was exploiting it. Working me up into a rambling, incoherent mess as I begged him to make me come.
“Is that what you want, baby girl? You want to come all over my tongue?”
“You know I do,” I said through panting breaths. My body was strung so tight with need, it wouldn’t take more than the barest glance against my clit, and I’d go off like a rocket.
“I’m not sure I want to be done yet. You taste so fucking good.”
I stared down at him, this big, rough-looking man whose face was covered in my pleasure because he was feasting on me like I was a five-course meal. “What do I taste like?”
His eyes sparkled as he kept his gaze locked on mine and gave a slow, deliberate lick through my seam, stopping just short of my clit. With a low groan, he said, “Mine. You taste like mine.”
My heart thudded painfully in my chest, hope blooming inside. I’d wanted that for so long, even when I’d been lying to myself and pretending otherwise.
“Yours,” I agreed, and that was all it took to make him snap.
With a growl that vibrated against my oversensitive skin, he finally gave me what I’d been begging for and lapped at my clit before sucking it between his lips.
I exploded into a thousand tiny pieces, colors bursting behind my closed eyelids as I arched off the bed.
He licked me through every wave of my orgasm, and then he slipped his fingers inside my pussy and shoved me straight into another.
When I was a breathless, boneless mess on the bed, he finally crawled up my body, a grin splitting his face. His lips were shiny with the proof of what he’d done to me, and I couldn’t wait another second to feel him inside me.
Despite how utterly wrecked he’d made me, I pushed against him, guiding him onto his back. He might not be concerned about his knee right now, but I sure as hell was.
He went willingly, settling back against the headboard as he stared at me with half-lidded eyes. “You wanna ride me again so you can take what’s yours?” He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave a slow, deliberate stroke. “Then climb on up, baby girl, and claim it.”
Fuck yes, I wanted to claim it. Wanted to claim him. Wanted the whole fucking world to know he was mine, even though that wasn’t in the cards right now. Even though the facts hadn’t changed—I lived in Starlight Cove, he lived in Vancouver, and neither of us had plans to change that.
But for now, this was enough.
I straddled his lap as he reached toward the nightstand, no doubt to grab a condom, but I stilled him with a hand on his arm. “I want you just like this.”
“Just like what?” he asked, his brow furrowed as if he couldn’t make sense of the words.
What didn’t make sense was using condoms when I had an IUD and neither of us had been with anyone else in years. There’d been so much between us for so long, I couldn’t stand the thought of even one more barrier, as inconsequential as it might be.
“Did you mean it?” I asked, desperate for the answer. “Has it really only been me this whole time?”
His gaze softened and he reached up, wrapping his fingers around my nape, his thumb brushing the underside of my jaw. “You know it has.”
From the way my stomach flipped, my insides a swarm of chaotic butterflies, I wasn’t sure I’d ever tire of hearing that. “Then I want you inside me. Just you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against mine. His cock twitched between us, telling me exactly what he thought of that idea. “Jesus, baby. You’re going to let me inside you bare? Gonna let me slide in this sweet little cunt with nothing between us?”
“If you want to.”
He breathed out a pained laugh. “Yeah, I fucking want to.” He glided his hands up the outsides of my thighs until he palmed my ass.
Then he lifted me so I hovered above him, his cock straining toward my pussy.
“Take it, baby girl. Take what’s yours. Let me feel how hot my little pussy is without anything between us. ”
A shiver skated down my spine as I wrapped my fingers around his length and placed him at my entrance.
And then slowly, oh-so slowly, I sank down onto him.
It didn’t matter that he’d just been inside me hours before.
Didn’t matter that he’d eaten me out and served up two orgasms courtesy of his tongue.
Didn’t matter that I was soaking wet at the thought of having him like this.
The thought of claiming him like this. He was huge, and no amount of foreplay changed that.
I whimpered at the fullness and rocked my hips to take more of him inside. He felt so good, so fucking good, that it stole my breath. I sank down and back up again, repeating the move over and over, taking a bit more of his cock each time.
He allowed me to set the pace, staring at me through half-lidded eyes while he whispered words of praise with every inch of him I took. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Breathe with me. Just breathe and let me inside.”
His words were my undoing—whether they were filthy or sweet, they always managed to crank me higher.
By the time he was as deep inside me as he could get, we were both panting, sweaty messes.
He’d always felt good, but this…this was something altogether different.
To feel him inside me…to know there was nothing between us brought out something primal in me.
I wanted more. I wanted everything he could give me.