Chapter Eighteen
“Idefinitely loved the separate bedrooms and nesting room. That’s pretty much genius.”
We’re all gathered in Adley’s living room, discussing what we liked about Ben’s house, and what we’d like different in our new place.
“I hate to be a diva, but I need an office. One big enough for all my equipment.”
I nod at Adam, knowing exactly what his current setup is like in his two-bedroom apartment.
It ain’t pretty.
“Why don’t we carve out a section of the finished basement for your office? It’s naturally cooler down there, so less energy for climate controls.” Adam’s equipment consists entirely of computers and server towers, all of which need to be kept cold.
“I like that idea, if no one else objects.”
“That’s fine with me,” Adley chimes. “Ezra?”
He hesitates, as I knew he would. Ezra definitely has some issues about not being able to financially contribute to this project. It looks like he thinks that means he can’t ask for what he wants.
“Ez, bro, talk to us. You’re a part of this pack, and we’re making life-long decisions here.”
His pale eyes turn up at me, and he sighs. “I would like a gym. If possible. Physical exertion helps me regulate my… moods.”
Ah, the Cap thing. Of course.
“Yeah, man. Adam isn’t going to be taking up the whole basement.
Have you seen the size of it?” The basement is currently unfinished, dark and uninviting, but I have a good eye for transformation, and it’s going to be great when we’re through with it.
“And Adam, we can make sure the walls are insulated, not only for temperature but sound.”
Adam is already nodding, looking pretty excited. Almost as excited as me.
“I’d like to build a temporary dog-run out by the trailer,” Ezra adds, sounding a bit more confident. “Adley, I’d like you and the furry ones to come stay in the trailer with me while work is being done here.”
Adley’s smile is radiant. “We’d love that.” She gives Nikki a hug in her lap.
We sit together, chatting and planning for another hour before Adam goes back to his place and Ezra gives me a knowing look before heading for his trailer.
I already talked to them about my plans for tonight. Now, I need to talk to Adley.
“Hey, Ads?”
She turns to me with question in her eyes.
“Remember when I asked you out on a date?”
Her grin is devilish, her eyes a bit hooded. “I think I remember that,” she says nonchalantly. “Something about wearing something sexy, if I recall.”
It’s all I can do not to growl. My voice is a little tight. “Yeah, I remember something like that, too. Anyway, would you like to go out tonight?”
Adley’s smile turns excited. “Definitely. I’ll need to feed the animals and shower and change, though.”
“No problem. I’ll need to get ready myself. Do you think an hour is enough time?”
She nods enthusiastically, and my grin is so wide, my face aches. I kiss her forehead before I leave, hardly able to wait to return.
I’m going to die.
I mean, I’m going to be one happy motherfucker, but holy shit.
When I asked Adley to wear something sexy—something easy to take off—I was not expecting this.
She stands in the doorway in a light blue dress, spaghetti straps, and a loose neckline that bunches above her breasts. The skirt comes to just above her knees, and it flows like water when she moves.
Visions of me pulling the neckline down below her breasts and pushing the skirt up above her waist to access her pussy assault my brain in equal amounts.
Instead, I stand on her porch, gaping like a cod, cock turning to steel in my suit’s trousers.
To be fair, Adley gives me a heated look as her gaze roams up and down my body. And I admit it, I look damned good, too.
Solid black suit, black tie knotted perfectly, and, believe it or not, a light blue dress shirt that nearly matches her dress.
“It’s like we coordinated.”
She steals the words from the wrinkles of my brain.
“You look so gorgeous, I’m tempted to just stay right here.”
Adley laughs, head shaking. “I’m actually starving.”
“You ready to go?”
She hums in agreement, and we head to my truck, where I carefully help her inside, hand gripping her hip dangerously close to her ass, because I wouldn’t want her to get hurt in those fuck-me heels she’s got on. And that’s the only reason, I swear.
It takes only a few minutes to make it to the parking lot of Wildflower Brewing Company & Restaurant, the fanciest place in Crescent Lake.
I didn’t want to go too far, and I like to support local businesses.
After I help Adley out of the truck, she links her arm with mine, keeping her purse in her free hand. We walk around the side of the building to the entrance up front, and I’m warm and comforted all over, like I’m being given the best hug of my life.
Inside, a large crowd is gathered in the waiting area, and I can feel Adley cringe. But I keep my cool and walk us up to the hostess. “We have a reservation for Lang.”
The young girl checks her list and smiles up at us. “Yes, Mr. Heller told us to expect you. Right this way, please.”
She leads us to a nice, private table toward the back of the restaurant. The décor here is a mix of dark, distressed wood, stainless steel, and stained concrete, fake candles flicker all around.
Once we’re seated, Adley raises her eyebrow at me.
“Who’s Mr. Heller?”
I almost laugh, but instead, give a Cheshire Cat smile. “Vaughn.”
She blinks in surprise. “Vaughn owns this restaurant?”
I give an affirmative hum. “From what I was told, the place started as a bar with a tapas kitchen in the back. He eventually bought the storefront beside the bar and expanded.” I gesture to the dark wood bar with glasses, taps, and spirits behind her. “I’m pretty sure that’s original.”
She turns to look then swivels back, a little awestruck. “That’s amazing. Good on them for achieving so much success.”
Of course, I agree, but I’d rather not keep talking about other men—at least not outside of our pack.
Adley orders a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and a creamy chicken dish, while I order their latest brew creation on tap, a dark lager, and fillet mignon with au gratin potatoes.
Over our meals, we hold idle chatter, but I’ll be honest. I can’t concentrate on our conversation.
Not when every time she leans forward to cut her food, I get an outstanding view of her amazing tits in that dress.
All I can do by the time we finish eating is shift uncomfortably in my seat, reminding myself to button my suit jacket when I put it back on.
Though that won’t completely hide what I’m packing.
It’s a blessing and a curse.
Adley bites her lip as she looks at me, those chocolate eyes going hooded again.
“Are you ready to go? Or did you want dessert?”
“You’re the only dessert on the menu tonight, Ads.”
I watch as she absently licks her lower lip she’d just been nibbling on, and gods above, where the fuck is our bill?
Once I finally pay, we get up, and instead of putting my jacket back on, I drape it over one arm and let it hang like a curtain in front of my absolutely obvious rock-hard dick, take Adley’s hand with my free hand, and we book it at medium speed back to my truck.
Medium because of her heels and my knee.
I want to save all the joint strain for when we get back to the house.
It’s completely dark out now, the moon’s light slightly obscured by some rolling clouds.
Before I even make it out of the parking lot, Adley’s hand is on my dick, rubbing up and down over my pants, drawing a guttural moan from my chest.
“Baby, it won’t take long to get back to your place.”
Her only response is to lean over me, unzip my fly, and pull my cock out through the front of my boxers.
Holy. Fuck.
I hiss when she strokes me, groan when the wet muscle of her tongue slithers across the head of my dick, leaving it slick.
Boy, do I wish this truck had a bench seat up front.
But she takes me into her hot, wet mouth, and I growl deep in my chest, slide my ass to the edge of my seat, and spread my legs. With a hard suck that curls my toes, she grips my balls through my pants and squeezes, and I absolutely miss my next turn.
Not that I care one bit.
Part of me feels guilty that she’s pleasing me before I get to please her, but that all flies out the window when her teeth graze my sensitive flesh, making my balls tighten.
When she starts fucking her throat with the head of my dick, I can’t take it anymore, shoving my right hand down the front of her dress and gripping one breast in my hand, pinching the nipple there hard.
She groans against my flesh, sending vibrations from the head of my dick to the base, her perfume blooming in the air.
I have to steady myself on the floorboard with my heel so I don’t start pumping myself into her delectable mouth, fearing I’d lose control of the truck.
But I finally make it to her driveway, only having missed two turns in the end.
I shut off the engine and move my hand from her breast to the back of her head which I grip tight as I start fucking her mouth.
Both my feet flat on the floor, I move my hips up and down as Adley sucks me harder, her tongue circling wildly, her spit dripping down to my pelvis, coating my entire length.
When the pressure builds at the base of my spine, it’s so sudden that I open my mouth to warn her I’m going to come, but instead, cry out in sheer pleasure, my pumping my cock and my come deep down her throat.
My breathing is ragged as I draw in air and push it out again through my mouth.
Was that real?
I think she may have sucked my soul out through my dick.
I look down at Adley in the dark, and she’s wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, one breast popping out the top of her dress, and by all the gods that ever were and ever will be again, she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
And she’s all mine.
I run my hand along the side of her face, grip her jaw, and make her look me in the eye as moonlight passes through the truck’s windows. “I’m about to fuck you so good you’ll wish you blew me sooner.”