CHAPTER 20 BOWER
BOWER
Bennett and Adalade…imagine.
No, I couldn’t.
But just the thought of it, it…triggered something inside me that I didn’t like. Dare I say…jealousy?
I know, I know.
I’m losing my mind. She could be my grandma, and he’s, well, he’s a friend and maybe, maybe the jealousy is because in this scenario, they find love and I don’t, despite trying so hard.
Is that it?
God, I hope so.
Because any other form of jealousy is just not acceptable.
The elevator door dings and Bennett walks me up to my apartment door. When I reach it, I turn toward him, his jacket still draped over my shoulders. “I have cupcakes.”
His eyes light up.
“Really?”
“Yes. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting because I knew you were doing me a favor and I wanted to thank you for it.”
“You chose correctly,” he says with a smirk.
So I unlock my door and we both enter my apartment.
“Am I going to ever get my jacket back, or are you going to keep it?” he asks while I move into the kitchen and grab the cupcakes from the fridge.
“I believe it’s mine now.”
With the cupcakes and napkins in hand, I head toward the couch, where he follows me.
I take a seat on one side and he sits directly in the middle right next to me, comfortably, without even thinking about it.
He’s been that close all evening, close enough that I could smell his cologne, I could feel his heat, and study every angle of his face.
He takes a cupcake from my hand and peels the wrapper off before taking a huge bite.
“Whoa, that’s quite the bite.”
“You shaming me?” he says around his mouthful.
“No, just surprised is all.” I take a bite of mine but not as large as him.
“You know how I am with sweets.” One more bite and it’s almost gone.
“Well, don’t expect to come over here looking for more because you just devoured—” He shoves the rest of the cupcake in his mouth and then smiles at me. “Oh my God, why are you a child? You’re going to choke.”
“No, I’m not,” he says, cupcake falling out of his mouth and making me laugh.
“You are, and I doubt I’ll be able to save you because you’re so much bigger than me.”
He chews, swallows, and then says, “Which means stealing your cupcake will be very easy for me.”
“Don’t you dare.” I shift away from him, only for his eyes to light up with laughter. “Bennett…”
He lunges at me and I quickly fall off the couch, on my ass, his jacket falling off me as he trains his eyes on me, ready to pounce.
I attempt to get off the ground, but he’s on me faster than I can even consider my next move.
He grabs one of my legs and drags me right toward him, shocking me with his strength.
I playfully yell, attempting to palm his face as I hold my cupcake as far away from him as possible.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Your cupcake is mine.”
“Never!” I yell, shifting underneath him and scooting farther away, only for him to climb on top of me, straddle me, and hold me in place. “No, this is my cupcake. Mine.”
He grabs the arm holding the cupcake and brings it up to his mouth.
“Bennett, don’t you dare.”
He opens his mouth wide, and out of pure defense, I shift under him and with my other arm, push at his chest, forcing him to his back as I reverse our position, so now I’m on top and he’s on the bottom.
“Ha-ha!” I say in triumph and then take a bite of my cupcake. “Nice try. Not as strong as you thought you were.”
“I guess not,” he says, not looking too upset about me taking him over. “I am upset that you won’t share your cupcake.”
“Don’t eat yours so fast and I won’t—”
He snatches the cupcake out of my hand, making me screech. “Hey, give that back.” I shift on top of his lap, reaching for the cupcake that he’s holding above his head.
“It’s mine now.”
“No way.” I lean forward, my chest pressing against his face as I reach for the cupcake.
“Hell, if this is what you plan on offering, then you can have your cupcake back,” he mutters under me.
I snatch the cupcake and shove the rest in my mouth before he can try to steal it again.
“I’m not even mad about it,” he says as his hands land on my hips, holding me in place, right on top of his lap.
I chew, chew…chew, and once I swallow, I say, “I think you motorboated me.”
“You were the one who shoved your tits in my face.”
“I wasn’t shoving them in your face. I was reaching for my cupcake.”
“Mm-hmm,” he says as his thumbs dig into my hips, something that makes my entire core throb.
Jesus, what is wrong with me?
I should probably get off him.
Send him on his way.
Thank him for a lovely night and offer him sweet dreams.
And yet, I don’t move.
I stay put, straddling him in just the right way…
“I just like how you happened to pin me down despite me being much bigger than you,” he playfully says.
“It’s not my fault you folded like a feather,” I counter, shifting on top of him.
“Maybe I wanted to be folded by you.”
“Oh? For what reason?”
“So you could straddle me like this,” he answers, his eyes never moving from mine.
My hands fall to his chest. “And why would you want that?”
“You tell me,” he says, shifting my hips so they smooth over his bulge.
His exceptionally large bulge.
My eyes widen as I feel him rub right between my legs and it’s…oh fuck, it’s such a good feeling.
Holy shit…so good that I allow him to move my hips again, rubbing the length of him between my thighs.
My skin breaks out into a sweat as that telltale feeling of being instantly turned on pulses through my veins and sends my mind into a frenzy of needing more.
So much more.
And when I grind on top of him for the third time, the juncture between my thighs prickles in excitement and I can feel myself grow wet, as I take it upon myself to move my hips, slowly, torturously, but just enough for my body to feel all of him.
All.
Of.
Him.
God, I know I should stop, that I shouldn’t even be straddling him, but maybe it’s the wine, or the fact that I’m so freaking horny, or that this feels so damn good that I might lose my mind. Either way, I can’t stop myself, but truth be told, he’s not stopping me either.
He’s not telling me to get off him.
He’s not lecturing me about whether or not we should be in this sort of position.
No, when I look him in the eyes, it almost seems like he wants this just as much as I do.
“What’s happening?” I ask as I grind down on him, his teeth pulling on the corner of his lip. So freaking sexy.
“It seems like you’re trying to get yourself off,” he answers, his cock so fucking big.
“I shouldn’t.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as my stomach clenches, needing more.
“But you are.”
I nod, dipping my head forward.
Stop, Bower.
Stop what you’re doing and remove yourself.
But…God, I don’t want to.
I want this.
I need this.
I need to get off.
So I use his chest to support me while my hips move faster, his length driving along my clit, creating such delicious friction.
“Fuck, I need to stop.”
“Then stop,” he says, his hands finding my hips again, but instead of stopping me like I thought he would, he encourages me to move faster, to grind down harder on him, to use him the way that I want to.
“I…fuck,” I whisper as what feels like every cell in my body starts to tingle.
No, I should stop.
I shouldn’t be riding him.
I shouldn’t be using him.
I shouldn’t be…
“Oh God,” I moan as his hips thrust up against me.
Fuck, yes. I can’t stop. It’s too fucking good.
My fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt, bunching it in the middle of his chest, tugging on the buttons until one of them pops open. A small gasp pops out of me as I stare down at his small patch of exposed skin.
Tan, strong…
And then to my horror, I undo the rest of the buttons, ripping his shirt open until his bare chest is visible and fully on display.
He does nothing about it, other than encouraging me with his hands and smirking up at me.
So, being completely out of my mind, I let my hands run up his exposed chest, feeling every contour and divot, the thickness of his pecs and the stiffness of his abs.
“Fuck, your body is incredible,” I say absentmindedly as I lift off his lap for a second and then lower back down, letting his hard length spark a fire that I need to chase.
His hands slide up to my waist, where his fingers glide against my exposed skin, the heat of his touch adding to the inferno building inside of me.
“God, I…I should stop. Tell me to stop, Bennett.”
“No fucking way,” he says as he thrusts up at me, pulling a moan past my lips.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t… Oh God.” I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my fingers into his skin as I rotate against him with force, his hard, thick cock hitting me in just the right spot as I ride out the feeling, the friction billowing between my legs until I’m panting and every last piece of me feels like it’s pulling into my center.
“Goddamn it,” I whisper as my body tenses.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his hips moving with mine, the quiet sound of his pleasure sending a wave of chills over me, and it’s so simple, so small, but it’s what I need.
It turns me on more than anything else and I grind down on him a few more times before I’m losing myself in the feel of my orgasm tipping me over the edge and sweeping me up into a blissful state of mind where there’s nothing but me and Bennett and the way he’s making me feel in this moment.
“God, Bennett,” I moan just as he stills beneath me and groans, the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard as he comes as well, leaving us both in a state of shock.
His hips lower from where they were tipped up into me and I loosen my grip on his chest, taking in the red marks I left on his skin.
And then, as if we both know it at the same time, our eyes connect and I can see the desire in his.
And yet, I feel the confusion in mine.
I wet my lips, catching my breath as fear starts to ratchet up my spine, because this…this shouldn’t have happened. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know—
“Don’t,” he says, breaking my thoughts.
“Don’t what?” I ask, worry tugging at my heart.