10. Lisa
Ten
Lisa
He picks me up like I weigh nothing, and the next thing I know his hips are between my legs and my dress is shoved up because he’s got a fistful of the cotton at my hip.
“Adam…”
“Aye, love.”
“Adam, we…”
“We what?”
“We’re in the kitchen!”
“It’s your kitchen, love.” His mouth is at the side of my throat, hot, open, his beard scraping the skin under my jaw. “Naebody’s coming in here.”
His hand finds the hem of my dress and pushes it up the rest of the way, baring my thighs, my belly…
everything to the warm air of the room, to him.
I have nothing on under this dress; my panties are still in the pocket of last night’s jeans, wherever he left them.
And the realization that I am naked and spread on my kitchen counter at seven in the morning hits me.
I let out a whimper.
“Fuck, look at ye.” His voice is a low, rough thing right at my ear, and his hand…Lord, his big hand is between my thighs, the heel of it pressing against me where I’m already aching… “Look at ye, hen. Already so fucking wet for me.”
“Adam.”
He drags one rough, callused finger through me, slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “How long have ye been like this, lass?”
“…”
“All night. Aye? Lying next to me in that bed all night like this?”
“I…”
“Should’ve woken me, love. Could’ve taken care of ye.”
He pushes one finger inside me…just one, slowly, all the way in…
and I jerk off the counter, my hands flying to his massive shoulders, my nails digging into the warm, bare skin, and Adam makes a sound at the back of his throat that is half-growl, half-pleasure, like he is immensely happy with me, like I have done something right by being soaked and ready for him.
“There she is. There’s my fucking girl.”
His finger curls, hooks, and finds the spot.
I sob.
“Oh. Oh, oh, oh…”
“Mm… Aye… There.” He works me slow, deep, watching my face. Blue eyes wild, his handsome face intense. So fucking hot, I can barely believe my eyes. “I’m gonna learn every inch of yer body, love. Gonna know it better than ye do. Gonna know what ye like before ye know.”
Please, Lord, please, let me make it through this…
He pulls his finger out and brings it to his mouth, sucks it clean while looking me dead in the eye, and the taste of me on his tongue makes him close his eyes for a second, like he’s in a fucking trance.
“Christ, woman.”
Then he drops his head and puts his mouth on mine.
I have never been kissed like this in my life.
Not last night, not through my decade of marriage or with the few boyfriends I had before Ray, not ever.
Adam Maksimov kisses me like he is trying to climb inside me through my mouth.
His tongue, teeth, lips, breath, the taste of me, all of it.
Fucking delicious, consuming. His beard all over my skin.
His huge hand fisted in the back of my hair, tilting me where he wants me, holding me exactly how he wants me, the other one sliding under my dress to cup a breast, palming it, then dragging his thumb over my peaked nipple until I am whining into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, chest heaving. My dress around my waist, his sweats slung low and tented, and he looks at me with his pupils blown black and his lips wet and says…
“I’m putting a fucking baby in ye this morning, lass.”
Oh.
Oh.
The words land somewhere deep in me, deeper than his finger went. My whole body clenches around nothing, and a sound escapes me I have never made.
He hears it, sees it move across my face, and the corner of his mouth pulls up. Slow. Sexy. Cocky as fuck.
“Aye, hen. Ye like that?”
“I…”
“Ye want it?”
“Adam…”
“Tell me ye want it.” His voice has gone all the way low. His thumb is rolling my nipple. His hips are pressing between mine. “Tell me ye want my cum in ye, lass. Tell me ye want me to fucking breed ye on this counter.”
I should tell him no. I should tell him to stop.
I should tell him about the years of trying before Ray gave up and discarded me as broken, about my bare womb, about the doctor telling me ‘Mrs. Venn, it is what it is’, no scientific explanation, it just doesn’t happen for some women.
How Ray knew it was my fault since he already had Jasmine before her mom passed…
I should tell him something, anything. Lord, I should be a responsible thirty-five-year-old woman about this, but instead what comes out of my mouth is… “Yes.”
“…what was that, lass?”
“Yes. Adam. Yes.”
His eyes close for a second. Like he’s physically absorbing the word.
Then he is moving. He shoves his sweats down in one motion, and his cock…
Lord have mercy, his cock…springs free and good God, he is…
he is huge! Thick and long and veined, the head already wet, a heavy curve to him that has the tip pointing straight up.
And there is a piece of metal at the tip…
What the fuck?! This man has a piercing, a small steel barbell through his cockhead that gleams as he wraps his large fist around himself and pumps once, slow.
I make a sound that is not quite a word.
He grins. Wicked. Fucking gorgeous.
“Aye,” he winks. “Wee bit of fun.”
“Adam,” I gulp.
“Ye like it, hen?” He steps between my thighs, dragging the head of his big dick through my soaked folds, the cool metal of the piercing sliding against me, making me jerk on the counter.
I am going to come from the promise of all that’s this man, from him talking. And he’s not even… Fuck!
He nudges the head against my opening, looking at me.
“Eyes on me, love.”
I open my eyes. I didn’t realize I had closed them.
“That’s my girl. I want ye looking at me when I get inside you.”
He pushes in. Slow. Inch by agonizing inch.
I feel every ridge of him, every line of vein, every press of the cool metal at the tip dragging through the soft, swollen wet of me, and my mouth falls open.
I cannot breathe. Adam’s eyes never leave mine.
His jaw is tight and his nostrils flare as he watches me take him with the intensity of a man who’s been waiting for this moment since he first laid eyes on me.
“There,” he breathes when he is all the way in, his hips flush to mine, pressed against my soft thighs. “There, lass. Fuck… fuck.”
I am full of him. In a way I’ve not been full of anything.
Ever. He is huge, and he is deep and the piercing…
Shit, the piercing is pressed against something inside me that’s making my eyes well up…
and Adam is staring at my face with his blue eyes blown black, his full lips parted, and a hand cupping the side of my face like he cannot believe what he’s looking at.
“Lisa.”
“Adam…”
“My Lisa.”
“I…”
“My fucking bride, aye?”
“Adam…”
“Say it, baby. Say it back.”
“I…yes…Adam…”
Then he starts to move. He pulls almost all the way out…
slow, slow; the piercing dragging…and slides back in, deep, all the way, his hips snapping forward at the end so the heavy line of his cock hits something inside me that makes me let out more unhinged noises. Oh. Then again. And again. Oh, oh, oh…
He fucks me on my kitchen counter, with the granite cool under my thighs, and his hands are everywhere.
One fist in my hair, the other on my breasts, then at my hip, cradling the back of my head.
His mouth on my throat, the wet sounds of us, the most obscene thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
And the most beautiful. I’m crying. Tears, running down my face.
I don’t know when I started. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.
“Lass.” His voice has gone soft. “Baby, are ye…”
“Don’t stop.”
“Lisa…”
“Don’t stop, Adam, please don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping, love. I’m not stopping. I just…fuck…”
He kisses me. Tender. My tears running into his mouth.
He kisses me through them, slow and deep and patient, and his hips have not stopped moving, just slower now, grinding, every drag of him hitting the spot, the metal at the tip catching me on every pass, and I’m crying because…
because…because nobody has ever…because I am thirty-five years old and nothing has ever felt this good.
“I know, love.” Against my mouth. He’s reading every thought before I have it. “I know. I got ye.”
“Adam…”
“I got ye, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna…”
“Aye, love. Come for me.”
And I do. I come on Adam Maksimov’s cock in the middle of my kitchen with my back arched off the counter and my fingernails leaving marks across his shoulders and my mouth open against his, and I’m crying through it, the tears running down my temples into my hair, with Adam groaning into my mouth, his rhythm breaking, his slow grind has gone wild.
He’s fucking me now, hard, deep, the cabinets rattling behind me with a steady knock.
The heat of him inside me, climbing, his face contorting, his blue eyes squeezing shut, his beautiful mouth falls open and…
“Baby…sweetheart…Lisa…I’m…Fuck…”
“Yes.”
“…gonna…”
“Yes, Adam, yes…”
“…fucking…”
“Inside. Stay inside me.”
His eyes fly open. He looks at me. He looks at me with those wild blue eyes, says, “Mine,” and he comes.
Hot, deep, in pulses I can feel, his whole body locking against mine, his strong arms tightening around me, his cock throbbing against the spot the piercing has been working all this time, and my body goes off again, a second orgasm rolling through me on the back of his, my pussy clenching down around him to milk every drop, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face pressed into his corded throat, tongue on his skin, warm with sweat, smelling like mine, mine, mine.
He shudders and holds me. He’s breathing like he’s run a mile and so am I, and his hand at the back of my head is cradling me to his throat like I’m the most precious thing, and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my mouth, his cock still inside me twitching with the aftershocks, and the warm wet of him staying, deep into the place that has never held a thing in ten years of trying, and I don’t know if I’m crying or laughing or praying or all three at once.
Adam mouths against my hair, “Mine. Mine, mine, mine.”
I nod against his throat. I’m not capable of words.
He doesn’t move. Just holds me there, cock still inside me, huge hands on my back, his beard against my temple, and we breathe together for a long minute.
I let out a noise that’s almost a laugh.
Adam pulls his head back just enough to look at me. His face is wrecked, his hair wild, his blown pupils are slowly coming back to normal. And he’s smiling. Big, broad, beautiful.
“You all right, love?”
I nod. He kisses my forehead, my temple, the tear track on my cheek. Then drags his thumb along my bottom lip and looks at me like… like…
“I love ye, lass.” It falls out of his mouth soft, deep, natural.
I go still.
Then his mouth twitches again, and he repeats, “I do. I love ye, Lisa Venn.”
I cannot do this. I cannot have this conversation with this man with his cock still inside me and his cum still inside my body. I make a small, teary sound and shake my head because I can’t find an answer, and Adam laughs against my temple, low and warm.
He picks me up off the counter with his cock still inside me, still semi-hard, and he carries me out of the kitchen.
“Adam…Adam…”
“Mm?”
“Where?”
“Bed, love.”
“Adam, we have to…”
“Aye. Later.”
“Adam, you said…”
“Everything else can fucking wait.”
I press my face into his neck because if I look at him, I’m going to break in a way I won’t come back from.
“Marry me, Lisa.”
Oh.
Oh, no.
My body goes still against him. My brain, which has been offline since he stepped between my thighs, starts back with a stutter.
He didn’t just ask that. Adam Maksimov did not just ask me that. He cannot possibly be asking me that. NOW!
“…Adam… baby, we can’t…”
“Aye, love. We can.”
His voice is so calm. So sure. Like he’s telling me the most obvious truth. Like he’s been planning this since he stood on my porch yesterday and I’m only just now catching up.
Lisa, open your mouth. Open your mouth and tell him no.
Tell him you need time. Tell him your daughter just walked out of this house thirty minutes ago and she does not know any of this is happening.
Tell him your father’s dead and your mother’s dead and there’s no one to walk you down a damn aisle.
Tell him you’ve been married before and it almost killed you. Tell him you don’t know him. Tell him…
But I do know him. That’s the thought that goes through me. I know him.
I’ve known him for less than two whole days, and I know him better than I knew Ray after ten years.
I know the way his hands feel, the way he takes care of my Jasmine, and the way he made me coffee without asking and got it perfect.
I know he came into this house ready to marry a twenty-year-old he’d never met, saw me, and it changed every fucking thing.
I know he slept with a gun under my pillow and his arm around me so I could rest. I know he got on his knees and ate me out and looked at me like I was the answer to a question he’s been carrying his whole damn life.
I know him. God help me, I know him.
And my body has known since the first look.
My body’s been saying yes in every way it can.
Wet, soft, open, yes. And my poor, dead heart along with it.
The only part of me still saying no is my mind, and my mind is tired.
I’m tired of saying no to a man who has not once given me a reason to mean it.
“…Adam…”
“Aye, love?”
His voice is gentle. Not pushing, just waiting. He’s still holding me, waiting for my mind to catch up to the rest of me. It feels like we both know what’s going to come out, and I’m going to let it.
“Yes.” The words fall out of me soft. Almost like a question. Like I’m surprised to hear myself say it.
Adam’s large body relaxes against me, all the way through.
“Good. Now, rest.”
He holds me one second longer, cheek pressed to the top of my head, and I feel him smile into my hair.
Then he carries me to bed, lays me down like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched, follows me down, and I fall asleep against the warm wall of my Mad Scot’s chest. His beard at the back of my neck, his heart beating slow and steady.
Knowing for the first time what it feels like to be wanted, chosen… loved.