6. Thrash
Chapter 6
Thrash
I ’m used to being alone, but I’m not used to being lonely, and that’s what I fucking am right now. I haven’t seen Addie in two days. Not surprisingly, we both called off the day after our drunken escapades, but she also didn’t come in today either.
I fucked up big time.
But the thing is, I want the mark I put on her to be true.
I want her to be mine.
And I’m fucking tired of pretending like I don’t. It’s time to man the fuck up and go after what I want. Too long I’ve put my happiness aside because I didn’t think pursuing love was worth the effort anymore. I’ve had my heart broken so many times that it became a running joke with my friends and family.
Oh, Thrash has a new girlfriend. Heart shattering in 3, 2, 1...
I’ve been cheated on, told I wasn’t good enough, came in second place to a pill addiction... You name it, I’ve probably got experience with it.
But Addie is different. I didn’t pursue her, I didn’t try to impress her, I didn’t try to act like someone I’m not to get her attention. We were complete strangers who just happened to start working at the same place, and yet, I can’t imagine my life without her in it now.
I nearly jump out of my skin when a knock comes at my door.
Who the hell would be clear the fuck out here at almost midnight?
I glance through the peephole to see Addie, fidgeting nervously on my front step. She knocks again, and I unlock the door, swinging it open.
She steps through the door before I can say a word or react to her being here.
“I can’t stop thinking about this damn tattoo,” she says, her eyes flashing with anger. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we do,” I say and close the door.
“When can you cover this up?”
“That’s what you came all the way out here to ask? At midnight?”
“Yes.”
“Goddamn it, Addie.” I rake my hands through my hair, pacing across the room.
“What?”
“Nothing... Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. I can do it here tonight or we can go to the shop in the morning. My schedule is clear.”
She stares at me, her brow furrowing. “What the fuck, Thrash?”
“What?” My heart pounds, my palms sweaty. I don’t want to cover it. I want her to wear it proudly.
“You’re going to be all Goddamn it, Addie , and then not follow through on why?”
“Look, I know it was stupid, but you’re putting all the blame on me. We were both drunk out of our fucking minds. And I just... Would it be... Fuck. Never mind.”
“No... Spill it,” she says through clenched teeth. “Would it be what?”
“Would it be so fucking awful? For you to be mine?”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide. “What?”
“I mean, shit. We’re fucking great together. You’re my best friend. We like the same stuff, we work together well, and I think you’re fucking hot as hell. I can’t stop thinking about you. When you’re not around, I think about you. When you’re right fucking in front me, I think about how I don’t want you to leave. I think about how I want you in my life every fucking day from now until I die.”
“You’re just trying to smooth this over. You don’t mean that,” she says, looking away. I can see the pain on her face, like she thinks this is all leading to what she’s felt her entire life.
Rejection.
“Are you fucking serious right now? I’ve been in love with you for months.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
She bites her lip and looks away again. She’s so fucking gorgeous, even when she’s mad.
“I need a drink,” she finally says with a cute little smile, her gaze catching mine for a split second before looking away again.
“No, I think that’s the last thing either of us needs.”
“I don’t care,” she says and walks into my kitchen, helping herself to a cold beer from the fridge. She grabs me one and hands it to me.
“I don’t want to cover it up,” I say, popping the top and taking a sip. “I mean, I will if that’s truly what you want, but I’m not going to apologize for it again. It’s a good fucking tattoo.”
“Noah...”
“Addison... Listen to me. I’ve been in love with you since the moment Jenna introduced us. Your fucking smile did things to me I can’t even describe. It lights up every goddamn room you walk into, and I’ve been a fool for not telling you sooner. You’re not just some chick I work with to me, and you never will be. I meant that fucking tattoo.” She looks at me in disbelief, and I can tell she’s not taking me seriously. “Why is it so hard for you to believe I’m in love with you?”
“You’re kidding, right?” She says, her eyes wide. “Look at you and look at me.”
“Oh, I haven’t stopped looking at you. What’s your point?”
“When you walk into a room, every woman in there stops and stares. You’re a fucking god, and I’m just... a mere mortal.”
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
She rolls her eyes and leans back against the kitchen island. “I take responsibility for my part in this... I remember before I got too drunk that I was going to ask you if you wanted to do that bet. It’s not all on you, so you don’t have to pretend I’m some little hottie that you just can’t stay away from.”
I step forward, placing my hands on either side of her. She leans back slightly as I lean forward, her face tilting up so that I can catch her gaze. I look deep into her eyes because I need her to see me when I say this.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”
“Ugh... Listen, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you’re not making this any better.” She looks away from me, but her cheeks flush, and I know she feels it, too.
“I am so incredibly attracted to you, and the fact that you can’t see it pisses me off.”
She moves to the side, trying to break my grip on the island, but I put my hands on her hips, holding her firmly in place.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch these beautiful fucking curves like this? How long I’ve wanted to tear your clothes off and fuck you?”
Her mouth falls open, but she quickly snaps it shut. “No, and I don’t care. This is just a game to you.”
“If it’s all been a game, then I’m tired of playing. You’re so blind to what’s going on here. You can’t see how perfect we are together. You’re too busy feeling sorry for yourself and you can’t see what’s in front of you. Snap the fuck out of it already.”
Her eyes meet mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Then show me, Noah... Show me what’s right in front of me. Prove to me you aren’t lying to me.”
There’s a rumble deep in my chest as my lips crash against hers with a hunger that’s been building for months. My hands jolt to her back, pulling her tight against me.
She kisses me back, our tongues colliding in a passionate dance. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Fuck, Addison,” I groan, lifting her up onto the island. I want to take her to my bedroom, but I can’t stand to wait that long to get her naked.
I kiss down her jaw and along her neck, nipping at the soft skin. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on.
I pull away long enough to yank her shirt off and toss it to the floor. My mouth waters as I take in the way her bra barely contains her breasts. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper before sliding the straps of her bra down her arms. Her cleavage is spilling over and in one swift motion I pull down the cup, exposing her. Like a fucking beacon, she draws me in, and I drag my tongue over her pert nipple.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she breathes, her voice trembling with desire.
“I can’t wait that long,” I say, unbuttoning her jeans and lifting her up as she slides them down her thighs. “I’ve waited too fucking long to have you already.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” she says, biting her lip. Her eyes rake over my chest as I take off my shirt. Her gaze sweeps across my body, a fiery blaze following in its wake.
Leaning in, I grab her ponytail and gently tug her head back so she has to look into my eyes. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me,” I command. “Tell me you believe me when I say you’re the only woman for me.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her body writhing beneath me. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“Tell me you believe me.”
“I just want you to make me feel good right now. Make me feel like I deserve to be loved. Keep lying if you are.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not lying,” I growl before kissing her deeply. She moans softly, her hips grinding against mine.
I plant kisses up and down her neck before moving down her body, stopping just at the top of her panties. She runs her fingers through my hair as I push them aside, exposing her sweet pussy to me.
I run a hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her. Her scent drives me fucking wild. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Say it,” I say, my fingers gently rubbing at her clit. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“So much,” she whispers. “I want to feel you inside me.” Just as she says that I dip a finger inside of her and watch as she closes her eyes, relishing the way I’m making her feel.
“Good girl.” With my free hand, I push down my pants and boxers, freeing my aching cock. She licks her lips and reaches out to stroke me. Her hand feels incredible, but I need to feel her pussy gripping my dick. I need to hear her screaming my name.
But before I do, I pull her down off the island and turn her around, gently pushing her forward.
“Call me, daddy,” I command. When she does, my hand slaps her ass, a beautiful red mark appearing on her pale skin. I rub the mark, the heat from it radiating through my palm.
“That’s for calling me a liar.”
“You are a liar,” she says and I can hear the urging in her voice for me to spank her again.
“Tell me you want my dick inside you,” I say, my free hand gripping her hip tightly. “Tell me, baby girl.”
“I want your dick,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder. “Please.”
I spank her ass again, leaving another mark on her perfect skin. She whimpers, but the way her body responds, I know she wants more.
“And are you going to say I’m lying when I tell you that I love you again?”
“No, daddy,” she says.
“Good girl,” I say and turn her back around, lifting her back up onto the island.
I roughly push her thighs apart, and grip my cock, rubbing it against her clit, teasing her before slowly sliding into her.
She gasps as I fill her. “Fuck,” she moans, her hands gripping the edge of the countertop as I grab onto her hips. “You’re so big.”
I pull back and thrust into her again. Her pussy grips me tightly, and I groan, struggling to keep control.
“You like that, baby girl? You like how I fill you up?” I ask.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Fuck me hard, fuck me so hard.”
I obey, slamming into her, our bodies slapping together. “You feel so fucking good,” I moan, my fingers digging into her hips.
“Harder,” she moans.
“Fuck,” I growl, as she wraps her legs around me.
The sound of her breathing, the little moans and whimpers she makes... It’s almost too much. I bite my lip, holding back the urge to explode inside her.
But she’s close. So fucking close. Her body trembles, and her pussy clenches around me.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, pulling back just enough so that I can rub her clit as I pound into her. “Show me how much you love my cock.”
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Yes! Don’t stop!”
Her words are cut off by a loud scream as she comes, her body shaking. I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her once more, my body goes stiff as my cock throbs and I explode deep inside her.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.
She nods. “That was exactly what I needed.”
I watch as she stands and gets dressed.
“You’re gonna run, aren’t you?” I ask, pulling my sweats on.
“Yes, I think I am.”
“Go on then.”
“You’re not going to beg me to stay?” she asks with a smirk.
“Nope. I told you how I feel. I’m not going anywhere. When you’re ready to accept that this is real and that I love you, you know where to find me.”
She laughs. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
I nod and watch her walk away. I’m not worried.
She’ll come around eventually.