Chapter 20
I woke up the same way I had yesterday morning: my body plastered to something deliciously warm and hard, a spicy, masculine scent surrounding me, and something poking insistently at my belly. Still half asleep, I reached down and grasped it. A low growl brought me fully awake, and I giggled.
I was half tempted to give it a pat on the head to keep the joke going, but it was so thick in my hand that I couldn’t resist an admiring stroke.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” I murmured against Adam’s chest.
“I would be happier in you,” he said, his voice thick and rough from sleep and arousal.
“That can be arranged.” The voice was back, telling me this was a bad idea, but I pushed it aside. One weekend. That’s all this was. How much damage could one weekend possibly do?
I pushed his shoulder, and he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My legs straddled his waist. We didn’t bother with clothes last night, which meant my bare pussy was snuggled against the hard ridge of his cock. I rocked my hips against him until I was wet and slick.
“Fuck,” he muttered. His fingers dug into my hips, while his eyes remained glued to our connection between my splayed thighs.
Wanting to see what had him so riveted, I looked down. Saw his cock, ruddy and glistening, slide under my pussy. I rolled my lip under my teeth. Unable to resist, I slid off him and wiggled between his legs.
And licked his dick in one long glide, balls to tip. “Mmm.”
“Fuck, James.” His hips bucked.
I sucked him into my mouth, relishing the way his breath stuttered and his hands clenched into fists. I tasted myself on him, and that only turned me on more. A few delicious pumps of my mouth and then I slid him from my lips with a loud pop.
“Condom,” I said.
He reached for our stash on the bedside table. Two empty wrappers, leaving us three. After this round, that left us with only two to get us to tomorrow morning. Funny how five had seemed like a ridiculous amount when I had opened Chloe’s pastry bag. Now it didn’t seem anywhere near enough.
He rolled the condom over his length. I lined him up to my entrance and sank down with a little moan. For a moment, I didn’t move. Waited for the feeling of fullness to dissipate enough to feel good.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. Rose up and sank down again. It was easier this time. “I’m a little sore from last night. You’re a big guy, you know that?” He shrugged a little, and I laughed. “What? No one’s ever told you that before?”
“I figured it was something women said to make men feel good about themselves.”
“Well, in your case, it’s true.” I set a steady rhythm, easing into it. “Surely you know that. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen another dick before.”
“I guess size depends on comparison. It’s an unfortunate fact that you can’t escape adolescence without seeing your brothers’ dicks. I figured I was slightly below average.”
I froze. My brain whirled. If Adam thought he was below average in comparison to his brothers, then what the hell kind of fire hydrant dicks were they sporting? “Wait, are you saying—”
His eyes narrowed. “No. Absolutely fucking not. You are not going to sit there on my fucking dick and think about other dicks. Especially not their dicks.”
He grabbed my turquoise pendant with one hand and tugged me down so he could capture my nipple with his mouth. His other hand delved between my legs, found my clit, and applied the perfect pressure to send me flying. He bucked his hips, thrusting into me again and again.
The sudden onslaught of pleasure knocked me off balance. I whimpered, pleaded. “Adam—”
“That’s right, baby. Tell me who makes this pussy feel good.”
There was a bite to his command that made me blink. He couldn’t really believe I was interested in either Brax or Zack, could he? He had to know that he was the only one I wanted.
But maybe he didn’t know that. Maybe underneath all that masculine confidence was a shimmer of doubt. It wasn’t hard to understand why. Hearing the love of your life say her heart belonged to another man was bound to leave a scar.
I turned my face so my lips brushed his temple. Pressed a kiss there. I thought it would be hard to make myself vulnerable, but the words came easily. “You’re the one who makes my pussy feel good. So fucking good, Adam. Only you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. You feel so good inside me—”
He made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. I cried out as he worked his thumb faster against my clit. His hips surged up, setting a brutal pace. I ground down on his hand and his dick as we both came apart together, shaking and panting.
Sated and boneless, I collapsed on top of him and pressed my cheek against his damp chest. He kissed the top of my head tenderly and his arms banded around me, holding me tightly like he never wanted to let go.
“Bruises.” I arched up from the bed and rolled onto my knees to examine the red halfmoon marks on his upper back. The exact shape of my boot heels. I lightly traced the marks with my fingertips, then pressed a kiss to each. “Does it hurt?”
Adam, fresh from the shower, sent a self-satisfied smirk over his shoulder. “No.”
“I’ll try harder next time,” I teased.
He turned to face me. “That’s my good girl.” He gave my bare ass a slap, making me giggle.
My laugh turned to a gasp when he hooked me around the waist and brought me fully against him. He was half hard in his boxers already. “Don’t,” I pleaded. “We only have two condoms left. Save them for tonight.”
“We can get more.”
“It seems like a waste to buy a whole box for one more night. You’ll be my boss again tomorrow.” I worried my lip with my teeth. It was the truth. I knew that. This thing with us was a one-weekend deal, for very good reasons. But I still hoped he would refute it.
He pulled back, his gaze intent on mine. “Right.”
He released me and I felt silly for thinking he might say anything else. Of course I was right.
We both got busy getting dressed for the day, but now everything felt awkward. Adam kept glancing at the remaining two condoms, and every time he did, his scowl deepened. Something was on his mind, but he didn’t seem interested in sharing that with me. Well, I wasn’t going to drag it out of him. I disappeared into the bathroom to fix my hair. I had already showered and moisturized, but I hated blow drying my hair, so it was still damp.
“You didn’t know we would have to share a room.” Adam’s voice sounded far away and vaguely annoyed.
I made eye contact with my reflection, and we shared a perplexed look. “That’s true.”
When he said nothing in return, I grabbed a hairband and exited the bathroom, braiding my hair as I faced him. “Something you want to say?” I asked.
He glowered. “No.”
“Really?” I prodded. “Because you look like you have something on your mind.”
“Nothing worth saying. You can have all the condoms, sleep with all the cowboys you want. It’s not my business.”
My eyebrows shot to my hairline. “You think I’m a buckle bunny?”
“I don’t care if you are.”
He crossed his arms, chin jutting like a stubborn child. Why was that adorable? I wasn’t normally into man-children who hadn’t learned how to use their words.
“Okay,” I said slowly, “but if you did care and you told me why you cared, maybe I would say something you wanted to hear.”
I watched him process that, the look of doubtful hope in his bright blue eyes doing awful, achy things to my insides. Most of the time, this man had confidence to spare. But when it came to how much I truly wanted him, he couldn’t believe it.
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, and his gaze darted away from me. “I hate the thought of you taking some random rodeo guy back to your hotel room. I hate the thought of you planning for it. I know it’s not my place to care. I have no claim on you. It sounds stupid to say all this out loud. But…I hate it.” He shook his head. “Sometimes I come to these events and I bring condoms. I figure maybe I’ll meet someone. Maybe something will happen. But I didn’t this time. You know why? Because I knew nothing could happen with you, and you were the only one I wanted.”
Normally possessive, jealous men were a huge turnoff for me, but hearing him tell me that made my stomach whoosh happily. He wanted me. Only me. Not for forever, I knew that, but I wasn’t asking for forever. Right now was enough, and right now he wanted me the way I wanted him.
“Well,” I said. “Good news. The condoms are Chloe’s. She slipped them into the pastry bag when we picked up your decaf. I had no intention of doing anything other than work this weekend because I didn’t think there was a chance in hell of doing you.”
He stared at me. “I didn’t order decaf.”
Whoops. I waved a hand dismissively. “My point is that you’re the only one—”
“Why would she give me decaf? She wouldn’t have unless—” His eyes narrowed as he worked it through. “You told her to. And then the Willie Nelson and the hoof oil and the windows—” He jabbed a finger in my direction. “You drugged me and made me take a nap!”
“You’re welcome.”
“Oh, you will pay for that, buttercup.”
He lunged for me, but I dodged, laughing. “Wait, wait! Let me explain—”
He lunged again, this time tackling me to the bed.
An hour later, we were down to one condom.