Chapter Twelve
FRANKIE
“Frankie, Frankie.”
Addison gasps my name, coming down from the throes of her orgasm.
I feel supremely satisfied as I lean back to take in her pleasure-wrecked body.
Her soft brown hair spilling across my pillow, her long legs languid as they fall to the mattress on either side of me, her perfect breasts pink and heaving for breath.
I lean forward again to flatten my tongue against the tiny wave tattoo on her hip, licking it, then biting it, then dropping a soft kiss.
Addison giggles, goddamn giggles, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Though her moans from moments ago are a close second. I grin as I pull my body up hers, dropping little nips and kisses along the way as she squirms and laughs beneath me.
I prop myself on one arm next to her, placing one final kiss on her swollen lips. I stroke the hair back from her face as she gazes up at me with those ridiculously blue eyes, still trying to catch her breath.
My own breathing feels unsteady in my lungs, like this moment might not be real. I can’t fathom how hard and fast I’ve fallen for this woman, and to have her in my bed right now is a fantasy I wasn’t confident would come to life.
Forget witches, are succubi real? I wonder. Those are the seductive demons, right? Addison must have some of that in her blood.
She interrupts my derailing thoughts when she angles up onto her elbow and pushes me flat to my back in the process. Her eyes are sparkling, her mouth tilted into a satisfied smile as she leans forward to suck the skin of my neck between her lips.
“My turn,” she whispers, her lips moving against my throat as she licks and sucks, finding her own path down my body.
Her fingers, then her tongue, trail along my collarbone and then down my chest. She pauses to suck first one nipple, then the other into her mouth, biting the buds lightly between her teeth and slowly increasing the pressure until I groan.
Her eyes dart up to mine with a wicked smile, my nipple still trapped between her teeth and I throw my head back.
I was right before, when I had the thought that she’ll be the death of me.
I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.
I quickly realize she’s tracing my tattoos as she brushes her fingers down my sternum and her lips follow the same path to my navel. But instead of stopping where I want her, where I need her, she skips past my hips and scoots her body down the bed, curling one hand around my ankle.
Her eyes meet mine again as she flicks her tongue out, connecting with the tattoo that starts on my inner ankle, right above the bone.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as she kisses and nips, licks and sucks her way up my calf, then along my inner thigh.
She switches legs, going to the tattoo on my opposite thigh and following it up to my inner hip bone.
I angle my hips, desperate for her to touch me, and her breath ghosts over my lower lips. I unconsciously buck up into her and she huffs a laugh. A husky, sexy as fuck laugh that causes my core to clench around nothing.
“Addison,” I practically growl her name and her eyes shoot up to mine. “Stop toying with me. Give me your mouth.”
Her eyes widen and she clenches her legs together. My girl likes to be told what to do, and I’ll be remembering that for later. She’s hovering over me, not even an inch away from where I want her, her eyes locked on mine as she waits.
“Stick out your tongue,” I say, and she does. No hesitation, her pupils blowing wide, she sticks out the prettiest pink tongue I’ve ever seen. I reach down with one hand, burying my fist in her hair to hold her steady where I want her, then I cant my hips and swipe her tongue across me.
I let out a filthy moan, then hear her match it and my pulse spikes. She attempts to lean forward, to put her tongue on me again, and whimpers when my unrelenting grip stings her scalp. Her eyes plead with me, and I hold her gaze for a moment, letting her know I’m in charge.
She blinks, and I loosen my grip, allowing her to lean forward for a second swipe, parting my lips and diving deep. She closes her eyes and an appreciative hum leaves her throat before her movements turn more frantic.
Realizing she likes this, that she’s as desperate for it as I am, heats my blood and turns me on even more.
I’m not going to last; I can already feel the heat building low in my spine, spreading to my core.
I’m swollen beneath her talented tongue, and when she pushes two fingers inside me and curls them against my inner walls, my hips start grinding against her in earnest.
She moans and increases her pace, but that’s not what I need.
“No,” I instruct, “slower.”
Addison slows back down, her eyes watching me attentively again.
I like that she’s lost in me, that she finds pleasure in giving me pleasure.
I also like how submissive and responsive she is.
Her tongue is perfect. Her fingers are divine.
Her attention is heady, building my pleasure to heights I’m not sure I’ve felt before.
“That’s a good girl,” I say, hardly recognizing my own voice, and Addison groans. It vibrates against me, and that’s enough to tip me over the edge. I tense and pulse, and Addison laps up everything I have to give, groaning again and extending my orgasm.
Addison’s soft hands trace back up my tattoos as I come down to earth, sucking in air like I’m starved of it. She sends goosebumps zinging along my skin and I shiver, then yank her up into my arms. She laughs again, and I smile while planting my lips on hers.
I love you.
The words flit through my brain, but I manage to keep them in. It’s too soon, right? It hasn’t even been a week. I shake my head and turn my focus to the woman of my dreams, her body tucked into mine with our arms and legs tangled together.
She sighs, a happy, contented sound, and kisses my neck lightly. I kiss the crown of her head in response and we soak in the contentment for a few moments.
“You should stay,” I say, my voice quiet in the silence of the apartment.
Addison looks up, her eyes searching mine.
“Yeah?” she says.
“Yeah,” I nod.
A soft smile, hesitant at first, blooms across her face, but then it drops as her eyebrows draw together.
“What about Moose?”
I shrug. “I’ve got chicken we can cook him for dinner. He should be fine here.”
Addison hums and tucks her head back into my shoulder.
“Okay, we’ll have to remember to snag some of his food next time, though.”
I grin, though she can’t see it.
“There’s going to be a next time, huh?” I say, my voice teasing as I move my hand from her hip to squeeze her ass.
And what a perfect, spankable, handful of an ass it is.
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I wake to our bodies tangled together, with her face pressed into the side of my head, one arm flung over my waist and her legs fitted around mine.
I have one arm wrapped underneath her, and I can’t feel it.
I hold in a grimace. That’s going to be a bitch when I move it, but regardless, I don’t want to.
I want to hold her against me like this forever.
Unfortunately, the bliss doesn’t last long, thanks to her wild hair. Her brown locks are lighter with the sun streaming in, burnishing her highlights to a gorgeous honey gold. That doesn’t help the tickle in my nose, though, when a few stray hairs brush across my face with each of our breaths.
I try to hold it in, clenching my chest and holding my breath, but it doesn’t work. The sneeze bursts out of me, and Addison shoots up in bed.
“Holy shit!” she says, clutching a hand to her chest. I follow her up, reaching out to comfort her, when I sneeze again.
I fall back to the bed and roll my eyes.
“Are you sick?” Addison asks, her eyes tracing my face, looking for any signs that I might not be feeling well.
“Nope,” I say, then tug a lock of her hair with a grin as I appreciate her naked form.
Her pretty cheeks flush and she pulls the sheet up to her chest. I angle myself up to lean into her, inhaling her sweet scent and pressing my lips to her throat.
“You’re even more gorgeous in the daylight,” I say, then kiss her lightly on the lips.
“Oh my god. Don’t you have to work?” she says, eyes darting to the window as her voice rises with alarm.
“Nope,” I say, stretching out on the bed and smirking when her eyes go to my chest. “I texted Jaime last night to open for me. Said I’d be in when I got in.”
Addison looks at me with disbelief for a second before she laughs.
We take our time getting ready for the day, sharing tender looks and soft touches before I head downstairs to check in and Addison leaves to take Moose home.
Jaime has everything well in hand, although we’re a little short on bakery items since I didn’t get up to make anything.
At least we have Alex’s usual delivery. The people will survive, I remind myself, then set to helping out.
When Tori arrives for her shift, I let them both know I’ll be stepping out for a bit again, and they give me questioning looks. I rarely leave, and when I do, it’s normally to go shopping for books next door with Everly.
This outing won’t be nearly as fun, though.
I have to meet with the sheriff to show him the letters and see what else can be done about the Derek situation.
Part of me wishes Addison were here to go with me, but I know she has work to catch up on and this isn’t her fight, despite what she might think.
When I walk into our small police station, it’s early afternoon already.
The officer up front ushers me back to the sheriff’s office without any questions, where I take a seat and share the information with him.
I hand over the letters I’ve placed in a plastic bag, answering his questions and hoping I’m doing the right thing.
I don’t want to cause drama or disrupt the town, but in this case Derek brought it on himself.
I also play the video again, and he requests a copy of it to compare to the letters. He lets me take pictures of the letters before he puts them in an evidence bag to get tested for prints, saying it’ll be a few days before they have anything concrete.
He does offer to help me file a restraining order though, which he suggested after I told him about Derek not allowing me in for groceries. I guess I have enough evidence, and considering Derek doesn’t seem like the type of guy to let things go, I take the sheriff up on the offer.
I complete and file the paperwork, including a clause that would allow me to shop at Derek’s store for one hour once a week with him either off the premises or confined to his office for that time (as suggested by the sheriff) and then I finally haul my weary ass out of there.
I’m sick of dealing with this, but I feel a heady sense of relief, too.
A burden I didn’t realize I was carrying is no longer weighing me down.
I avoided dealing with Derek for so long, not wanting to cause trouble or start a local business war.
Or even worse, make accusations and then not be believed.
It feels good to have stood up for myself and done what’s right.
I know I need to make my own wellbeing more of a priority and this was a step in the right direction.
I see a missed call from Addison, so I call her back on my way out to my truck.
“Where are you?” she says. “I’m at Roasted but Tori said you left.”
“Yeah, I went to drop the stuff at the sheriff’s. Heading back now.”
“Oh, right! How did it go?”
I fill her in as I drive back, and she proposes celebratory drinks. I don’t feel like working, and Tori and Jaime have it well in hand, so I agree and we head down the street to the Sioria, Everly’s hotel, which also houses the nicer of the two bars in town.