26. Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
Addie
O kay, so, I might have underestimated how much room this would take. Sam plops down in the passenger seat, turns his head, and levels me with a glare. I sheepishly smile.
“That was nice of you to leave Target with two items to sell.” His hand finds my leg, and between our kiss earlier and his proximity to my very neglected lady bits, my body sets aflame. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve some of the pent-up desire.
“Did you see my apartment? I had, like, three things.” It comes out a little breathless and I pray he doesn’t figure it out. On the other hand, what’s the worst thing that can happen if he does?
“And now, you have all the things. Congratulations.” His hand does a little squeeze, and I have to fight to keep the squeal of delight inside. I focus my attention back on the road, since my last dollar is sitting in the car with us.
The backseat is stuffed to the brim with unassembled small furniture, kitchenware, and decor for the bathroom. I’ve got everything on my list, which is a good thing because, between first and last month’s rent and today’s haul, I’ve got, like, four dollars to my name. Which I will probably spend on a coffee Monday morning. You know, priorities.
The lack of funds is edging me to have an anxiety attack. But I’m convincing myself it's fine because I needed these things and not because I blacked out in Target and threw the budget to the wind. Ugh. Seriously, what kind of magic do they put in Target’s air that makes me think I’ve got bottomless funds?
“We probably should have used the cavalry for hauling shit inside your apartment instead of moving.” He isn’t wrong. The only thing moving from Isla’s was my closet. Unfortunately, we will definitely not be making it in one trip. Or seven, if we are being realistic.
“I will make it up to you, I swear.” I put my available hand up in promise.
My breathing is labored by the time I drop the last bag on the ground. Sam grunts behind me as he drags the box with my new dresser through the door and drops it down. Unfortunately, the futon was sold out. And Sam really would have had to ride on the roof if I got that. So, it worked out for the best.
Ignoring the perfectly sittable barstools, Sam collapses down and lays on his back.
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Folding my arms across my chest, I roll my eyes at his theatrics.
He brings just his head up to look at me and points to the dresser. “Did you see how heavy that freaking box was? I’m going to need food before you get any more free labor out of me.”
My apartment is littered with random boxes and bags. The clutter is making me feel a bit itchy. Unable to rest, I start unpacking as Sam sucks on air until his breathing evens out.
Before I know it, Sam has the new dresser set up, and I have the new dishes running in the dishwasher. Most importantly, according to Sam, pizza’s on the way.
This went pretty freaking smooth. My restlessness is better now that most things have found a home. I have empty totes stacked in the hallway, leaving a small path to the bathroom. Just a handful of boxes need to be unpacked now, but I have a working kitchen, and I’ll have somewhere to sleep any minute.
The bed delivery and set up was seamless. At least for me. Sam cussed the entire time. I’ll be lucky if he ever wants to hang out with me again. Every thought I have ever had about him not being a stand-up guy has been wrong.
Sitting on my bed, we destroy the pizza in record time. As it turns out, moving builds up quite the appetite. Sam was kind enough to leave me two pieces of pizza, and he ate the entire rest of the pizza.
“Damn, that was impressive,” I say as he licks his fingers clean, the action entirely too arousing for how innocent it is. This man is quickly becoming my weakness. His presence is addicting, and I find myself dreading that he will be leaving soon.
“Well, someone worked me to the ground today and made me skip lunch.”
“But look how much we got done.” My arms spread wide, pointing out just how much progress we made. “I just need to unpack those boxes and I’m pretty much moved in. Now I just need to add some pizzazz.”
“I’m scared to ask what your version of pizzazz is.”
“You’ll see.” I hop off the bed and wash my hands in the kitchen sink.
Sam comes up behind me. His scent fills my space. Goosebumps rise when his arm brushes mine as he reaches for the soap.
His voice shakes my trance. “Ready to finish up?”
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You’ve done more than enough. Seriously, I’d be screwed if you weren’t here to help.” No part of me wants him to leave, but also, I’ve worked the man to death today and should probably let him off moving duty.
“It’s no problem.” His small, warm smile triggers mine. “It was oddly a very good day.”
Yes. Yes, it was. One of the best I’ve had in a while.
We move to the floor of the bedroom area. The studio space will take some time getting used to, and trying to make it feel like a home and not a dorm room will be a struggle. We each grab a box and open it. I freeze when I realize what box he has. How could I have been so dumb and forgotten about it?
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” His gaze heats and my heart drops out of my ass.
I lunge at him from my spot and try and grab the box, which causes him to fumble it. My battery-operated boyfriend flies out, along with my lingerie stash that hasn't been used in so long that it’s probably collecting dust. And a box of condoms so old there’s a chance they are expired. And his T-shirt that I stole the other day. Thank God he doesn’t know his scent on that T-shirt sends me over the edge every time I use said toys.
His smile turns devilish when he realizes everything that’s in the box. My whole body is doused with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Seriously, this man’s smile could probably just melt my panties off my body. He wouldn’t even have to use his hands.
“What do we have here?” His eyebrows raise suggestively as he repeats his question, and I struggle to form an answer.
“A box. Of things.” Avoiding his gaze, I look everywhere but at him. Sheepishly, I try to hide my face because it feels so hot that it could probably catch fire.
“This looks like a box of all my favorite things.”
I bite my lip while processing and deciding on how I’m going to play this. I haven’t gotten laid in over a year. I cut myself off from dating after my last boyfriend, swearing I’d hold off until a good one rolled around. By the looks of it, he has arrived and is staring at me like he wants to devour me.
“Never in my life did I think I would see the shy side of you, Shortcake.” He picks up my favorite piece of lingerie: an all-black lace teddy with red stitching under the breast. Seriously, this thing makes me look like I’ve gotten a boob job. “This is hot.”
“You should see it on.”
His eyes snap back to mine. “You know, I think I would work a lot more efficiently tonight if you wore this as a uniform.” He wags his eyebrows at me, and I find myself wanting to rise to the challenge.
Do I have the lady balls for this? I definitely used to have the balls for this.
You know what? Fuck it. I am Adeline Hunter, and I am a bad bitch.
Stripping my shirt over my head, I reach my hand out and ask him to hand it over. His face instantly changes and his eyes land right on the girls. Thank God I wore my good bra today. He denies handing me over the lingerie. Instead, he crawls to me, closing the gap. Holy shit, seeing him on his hands and knees crawling to me…
Once he reaches me, he sits down and wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me forward until I straddle him. Both our breaths have quickened. As I sit, I feel his bulge between my legs. Losing myself in the moment, I rock my hips, creating the slightest bit of the most delicious friction I’ve ever felt.
“Damn it, Addie. You’re killing me.” His lips quickly find mine, and fuck, this feels good. Melting into his touch, I twine my fingers through his hair. “You want this, right?” His question comes out as more of a plea.
I’m not sure as to what he is referring to, but I’m quickly learning, when it comes to Sam, I want it all. “Yes.”
Before the word is even all the way out, he slides his hands down to my ass and has us up and making our way to the bed. Thank God this damn thing was delivered early.
We land on the bed with a soft thud, and his lips quickly find mine. In a desperate attempt to feel him closer, I reach for the hem over his shirt to pull it up. He props himself up on his knees as he finishes the job I started. My eyes feast on the beast that is Sam. Shit, how does a man who works around food for a living have a body like this? His abs are carved all the way down, making a V shape just before his jeans.
Sam moves to hover over me, and my hands greedily roam his body, feeling every inch of him. His lips slowly move from mine, down, down, down. The tickle of his scruff sends a wave of goosebumps over my skin, making me even more sensitive to his touch. His palm roams down my body, finding its mark. He grinds his hand across my pussy and my hips buck up.
“Eager little thing, are you?” His hooded eyes meet mine and the hunger in them makes my pussy drip. My lady bits are feeling a bit needy and are begging for us to hurry this part along.
“Yes. Now, take your clothes off. And mine, while you’re at it.”
Just when I think the man can’t get any hotter, he whips his belt off in the smoothest manner I’ve ever seen. Realizing I’m wasting precious time gawking, I unbutton my pants. Sam’s hand clamps over mine and pushes it to the side.
“That’s my job.” My mouth falls open at the heat behind his request. He will find no arguments here.
He unbuttons and slides my pants over my hips, until they hit the floor. He looks so much bigger this way, and his curly hair hangs over his eyes, tempting me to run my hands through it as he leans forward. His hand roams until it finds the lining of my lace panties. When his hand slips between my legs, a gasp tumbles out of my lips.
“You like that?”
Unable to find words, I nod eagerly. His fingers begin to work their way around me.
“You’re so wet for me already.” His thumb finds my clit and begins to rub small circles. The pleasure building becomes too much, and I close my eyes.
“Uh-uh. Eyes on me, Shortcake. I want to see them roll when you come for me for the first time.”
Holy shit. His words have almost as much effect on me as his fingers. I have never once in my life finished with just fingers. Aside from my own, that is. It seems things are going to change today.
My hands grip the sheets as I fight to keep my eyes open. I can feel my gaze become heavy as I get closer and closer to falling over the edge.
“Yes. Sam, more.”
He lets out a groan and slides an additional finger through me, picking up the pace. Damn, if he is this good with his hands, what is he like with his dick?
I lose the battle of keeping my eyes open as complete and utter bliss racks through my body. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” My head gets thrown back and I can feel myself clench down on his fingers.
When my eyes finally open, I see him slip each finger into his mouth, one by one. “Damn, Shortcake, you’re even sweeter than I thought you’d be.”
Holy crap on a cracker, that is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. A half whine leaves my lips without my permission at the sight of it.
His smile becomes sinister at the sound. He is so freaking pretty, it almost hurts. I’m kicking myself for having put this off because I thought he was a douche. It turns out, he’s the opposite, and working with his hands has really paid off. Like, holy crap. Did he take a class on how to get a girl off in under thirty seconds or something?
My rambling thoughts turn off when I see him drop his pants. If the large freaking tent in his crotch is any indication, his fingers will soon be my second favorite part of him.
“Because I had noble intentions coming here today, I didn’t come prepared in the protection department. I need to go grab one of yours from your special box. I should see if there is anything else exciting while I’m gone.” He shoots me a wink and I can’t help but laugh. “Catch your breath. I’ll be back in a sec.” He gives me a quick peck before bouncing off the bed.
“You might want to check the expiration dates!” I holler after him. He struts to hunt down the box of condoms and I can’t help but stare at his ass. Honestly, his ass is probably better than mine.
He turns his head to me. “Damn, that long, huh?” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head.
“Until recently, I had sworn off men.” His question makes me think about girls he’s been with, and I feel a slight burning jealousy that anyone else on earth has ever had the privilege to see him like this. This version of Sam, I want all to myself.
He turns and smirks at me. I just know he is going to love being the man to bring my pussy back from the dead.
“Happy to bring back the faith.”
His words stick with me more than I want to let on. Because he has. Slowly, he weaseled himself from someone I wanted to throat chop to someone I want to talk to on my bad days. It changed in such a manner that I didn’t notice it was happening until it was too late. Being that I’m laying naked on my back, I’d say we’ve gone too far to go back now. And the surprising part is, I don’t want to. I’m feeling no urge to flee. The exact opposite, actually. I want him closer.
He grants my wish and makes his way to the bed. Condom and— Oh, lord. My vibrator. If he fucks like he uses his hands, I might not need that.
“Whatcha got there?” My voice sounds more nervous than I intend, but seeing my single player toy getting turned into a multiplayer option needs some explanation.
“Oh, just a little something that might make this a little more fun for the both of us.” He turns it on and the sound of buzzing fills the air. Between that and my racing heart, I can barely hear a thing.
He wraps his arm around me and inches us farther up the bed. His tattooed arms box in my upper body. My hands find his ribs and run across his back.
He rolls the condom on before looking back at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He eyes me, more serious than I’ve ever seen him, and I know without a doubt that I’m in too deep to turn back now. I think we both know that if we take it there, we will never be the same.
“I’ve never been more sure in my li—” My words are cut off by his lips meeting mine.
His mouth moves over mine in a whispered confession. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something quite as bad as I want you.”
He lines himself up with me and glides his way in. Taking in a sharp breath, I adjust to the size of him. He fills me up just to the point that I swear I couldn’t take anymore.
Our lips part and his eyes meet mine. The fire behind them sets me ablaze. Whatever this is between us is purely electric. My hands find his back again, wanting to hold him closer.
“I knew you would feel like this—heaven wrapped around my cock.”
This is some next level dick. Words fail me, and everything coming from my lips is incoherent mumbles and pleas. He adjusts his hips in a way that has him hitting a sweet spot. My body immediately reacts, arching my back and hips to be closer and to meet him faster. Thrust for thrust. My breathing becomes short pants, and I feel the ecstasy fill my body.
“Oh my—”
“Fuck, yes. Come for me, baby.” And I do. It feels never-ending.
I half expected Sam to follow, but as I come down from the high, I notice he didn’t and is as eager as ever.
He grabs my legs and drapes them over his shoulders. His thumb gently rubs the inside of my ankles. Even in the heat, the movement feels soft and tender.
My words come out in short, gasping pants. “Sam, I don’t think I can go anymore.”
“Yes, you can. Give me one more.” He nods his head, his eyes grazing down my body.
I hear the soft buzz grow closer and know exactly where this is going. I can’t tell if I’m feeling nervous or excited. This is a first for me, I am not going to lie. By midtwenties, I kind of felt like I’d all be out of firsts. But along comes Sam, ruining all of my predisposed thoughts.
“Can you give me a hand here?” His hand pulls mine up to take his place. “Play with yourself, while I fuck this sweet, little pussy.” Words fail me, so I just shake my head yes instead. His filthy words send little zings down my core. I can feel myself getting wetter just at the sound of his voice. He knows how to fuck, that is for sure.
The vibrator finds its perfect spot, instantly sending tingles down my legs and up my spine.
“Holy shit, Sam. This feels so fucking good.” He lets out a feral moan, which is almost as hot as his words. His grip tightens on my calves as he pounds deeper and deeper into me. “Shit, Sam, I think I am going to come.”
His features are laced with concentration, and a bead of sweat builds on his furrowed brow. “Come for me.”
And I do. Hard. So fucking hard.
A grunt escapes him and his movements still. My legs fall back to a normal position. Sam slouches over, propping up on his elbows and perfectly covering my body as a cheeky smile lights up his face.
There are no words for how good that just was. He must know it, too. He fills the silence by kissing me. Soft and sweet. The exact opposite of what just transpired. Which, ironically, describes him well. Two different sides somehow making up this mysterious person.
“It’s a good thing we got the majority of the hard work out of the way. My legs feel like Jello.” Sam rolls off me and I prop myself up on the side of the bed.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.”
“Is that an invitation?” A sly smile comes out and I decide it’s my favorite of his. It shows his little bits of mischievousness.
“Guess you will have to follow me to find out.” I wink back at him.
We grab two towels from a bag and hit the showers like a couple of athletes. And that was the best workout I've ever had.