Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ADDISON
The sweet scent of strawberries reaches my nose as soon as I wake up in the morning.
At first, I think I’m still dreaming, because I’m pretty sure I was dreaming about picking strawberries with Riley and feeding them to her in the middle of the field.
But then I register the tickle of her hair against my bare shoulder where she’s sleeping on me, and I smile.
This is better than a dream.
This is real.
I almost can’t believe it’s real, but it is.
After we confessed our feelings yesterday, we fucked enough orgasms out of each other that we both practically passed out.
Once we recovered, we realized we hadn’t eaten dinner and were starving, so we trudged downstairs half-naked to throw a frozen pizza in the oven, then we ate it in the kitchen before going back to bed and swiftly falling asleep.
We haven’t gotten a chance to work out the logistics of this relationship yet.
If she’s going to move here permanently or split her time between Mayweather and Nashville.
If she’s going to live here, in my house with me, or buy her own much nicer one.
Surely, this house isn’t big enough for her, and besides that, it seems awfully fast for us to be living together.
But the thought of having her here with me all the time—of waking up each morning with her in my bed like this—is pretty amazing.
It’s something I never imagined having with another woman again.
Something I didn’t think I’d want again.
Until Riley Rowland showed up in my life wearing a yellow sundress and making it impossible to ignore her.
She got my head and my heart all twisted around in what turned out to be the best way.
Now I want every moment I can get with her for as long as she’ll have me.
I believed her when she told me she’s going to figure things out with her career and work out a way to be with me.
And I can give her the time to do that. I’m not trying to get in the way of her career.
Just knowing that she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her—that she loves me like I love her—is enough for the time being.
When I feel her starting to stir in my arms, I lift my head from the pillow to kiss her forehead. She opens her eyes, and the way they immediate fill with happiness when she looks at me makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.
I give her another forehead kiss, letting my lips linger there an extra moment. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“G’morning,” she mumbles sleepily. “Do we have to get up?”
“Only when you want breakfast. I don’t go into work until this afternoon.”
She curls into me more, wrapping her arm around my middle. “Then let’s stay like this for a while.”
“Anything you want,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair. I’m pretty sure the arm I have wedged underneath her is asleep, but I couldn’t care less.
As we lie together, I listen to her quiet breathing, and a wave of contentment washes over me.
I’m not used to this. Even way back when I thought Christy and I were actually good together, it wasn’t like this.
Christy wasn’t a cuddler. Outside of sex, she doled out her affection in small increments like it was a reward I needed to earn.
I never feel that way with Riley. She might not be in a position where she can show her affection for me in public, but when we’re alone, she’s always generous with it.
I don’t love the idea of hiding a relationship forever, but I’d choose being with someone who loves me in private over my ex who only kept up loving appearances in public and dropped the act once we were alone.
“What are you thinking about?” Riley asks.
“Nothing.”
“Liar,” she says, but I can practically hear the smile in her voice. She’s not upset about me keeping my thoughts to myself.
I have no intention of bringing up my ex right now to ruin this moment, but I want to give her something, so I say, “I was thinking about how happy you make me.” Because that’s the essential truth of it.
She lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me while staying in my arms. “I was thinking about how happy you make me too. How happy I am to get to be here with you.” She runs a finger across my stomach, circling my bellybutton, and adds, “But I was also thinking about how much being naked with you turns me on.”
Laughing, I tell her, “Sweetheart, you don’t even have to be naked to turn me on.”
“Same,” she confirms. “Even before I fully realized I was bisexual, I couldn’t stop staring at your collarbones... and your hips... and your ass.” As she’s naming body parts, she drags her fingers along them, until she ends up getting her hand underneath my ass and squeezing.
I pull her in for a kiss that lasts much longer than I intended. By the time we stop, we’re lying facing each other with the covers fallen somewhere down by our waists. The AC is blasting cold air on us, and I know I should get up to shut it off, but it’s hard to bring myself to leave the bed.
Riley shivers and murmurs, “I’m chilly.”
Smirking, I dart my hand out and capture her hard nipple, pinching it firmly between my fingers. “I can see that.”
She lets out something between a gasp and a moan as she arches her chest toward me, and the sound sends a bolt of lust through my whole body. “I guess—ungh.” Her words are cut off by another moan when I pinch a bit harder and pull at her nipple.
“You guess what?” I ask, teasing her.
It seems like she’s struggling to find words, so I relent, letting up on her abused nipple and gently rubbing the pad of my thumb over it.
Regaining her composure, she manages a grin and says, “Guess you’ll need to keep me warm.”
Then she swings her leg over my waist and climbs on top of me. I sneak a hand down between her legs, my own arousal ramping up when I feel how wet her pussy is for me already.
“Mmm, Strawberry. If we get started on this again, it’s going to be a long time before I let you out of this bed. I might not make it in to work.”
“That’s okay,” she tells me, smiling playfully. “I’m rich, so I can take care of you.”
If someone else had said that to me—someone like my ex-wife—it would have bothered me.
I’m not looking to leech off someone financially.
I’m perfectly capable of making my own money.
But the way Riley says it is entirely lighthearted, and I know she would never think I’m trying to use her for her money.
It’s also an undeniable fact that she’s rich, and honestly, it’s pretty hot hearing her own it with confidence like that.
She has every right to be confident. Everything she’s accomplished shows what an incredible woman she is. And knowing that this incredible woman loves me makes me feel sort of like I might be incredible too.
I tease her with my fingers while she rolls her hips, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I do it until she’s whining and begging for more. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You,” she says, with such honesty and intensity that it momentarily takes my breath away. “Anything. Everything. Everything you can give me. I want it all.”
“Everything, huh?” I muse. Although I know she’s talking about sex right now, I can’t help but think of how I’m going to make it my mission to give her everything outside of the bedroom too.
I’ve already given her my heart.
The rest will be easy.
There is one thing, however, that I could do for her as far as sex goes that we haven’t tried yet.
It’s not something I do all that often with women, and I’m not sure if she’d even be into it.
But now that the idea is in my head, I want to offer it to her.
Because I want to experience everything with her too.
So far, the sex I’ve had with her has been better than with anyone else. Probably because the connection between us is stronger than what I’ve had with anyone else. And I have no doubt this will be amazing too if she’s up for it.
Holding her hip to still her, I ask, “How do you feel about the idea of me fucking you?”
She laughs, a bright, delighted sound. “I thought I’ve been making it pretty obvious how much I enjoy it.”
I shake my head. “I meant... I could fuck you. With a strap-on.”
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t look disgusted or scared, merely curious. “You have one?”
“I do. But we don’t have to use it. I’ve rarely done it with people in the past, but I’d like to try it with you. Only if you want to.”
“Oh, wow, okay.” She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down for a couple seconds before letting it free.
“Um, sure. I think I’d like to try that, but only if it’s something you want.
I hope you don’t feel like, you know, since I’ve only been with guys before you, that you need to have like a penis substitute or anything. ”
She shakes her head at herself, looking a little stressed now as she goes on. “Because that doesn’t matter to me. It’s not about body parts. It’s about how much I want you. I love you, and I promise I’m not going to feel like anything’s missing without having that kind of penetrative sex.”
“No, sweetheart, please don’t worry about that,” I tell her, holding her with both hands now and trailing my fingers up her sides. “I don’t think of using a strap-on as trying to fuck you like a man. It’s just another way to be intimate with you and make you feel good.”
“Would you get anything out of it, though?” she asks.
“I’d get just as much out of it as I do out of every other way I make you come. Which is a lot, trust me.” Squeezing her side, I smirk and add, “Plus there’s a spot inside the harness to put a tiny vibrator for me. So I can assure you I’ll be enjoying it.”
Her eyes go wide again. “Oh my god, that sounds so hot. Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to come while you’re inside me.”
“Damn, Strawberry. I love how sweet you are, but I really love hearing you say dirty things to me.”