Chapter Thirty #2
For the rest of the evening, I sat around and thought about what I should do and decided maybe the best course of action was to take a step back and let Hadley have her way.
Of course I wanted my hands on her. I wasn’t even going to pretend that I didn’t want to flirt with Hadley.
The one mind-blowing time with her the other night was making my chest hurt thinking I’d never get to be that way with her again.
Man, I was depressed.
She kicked me out. Well, not technically but she still didn’t want me there, and that messed with my head. Would she even come around to the idea of us or was that my new reality? Did sleeping with her really terrify her that much? Or did she regret it and that was why she was so uncomfortable?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Honest to God I couldn’t breathe. The air didn’t return to my lungs until the mom who tore my life to hell sent me a text around eleven that same night.
Hadley: You asleep?
Two words but my stomach churned in fear. Would that be the end for me?
Elijah: No. Is everything okay?
Hadley: Lucy and Eli are asleep …
Holy shit! Was she suggesting…? Heat crawled up my neck, and my cock twitched.
What was I thinking? Hadley made me leave earlier. Why the late night fuck text? I should be fucking pissed and demand she let me take her out on a date. I wasn’t a booty call. She needed to know this shit between us was the real deal. She wasn’t getting away from me.
Hadley: Come up, if you want.
Who was I fucking kidding? I barreled through my hallway, stumbled over some random shit on the floor, slipped on my boots, and headed out the door. She didn’t regret what we did. She wanted to do it again.
I couldn’t wait to smack that ass for scaring the fuck out of me.
Before I could knock, she opened the door like she was waiting on me.
Her small hand fisted my shirt and yanked me through the doorway.
Hadley closed the door behind me as she stood on her tiptoes and urged my lips to meet hers.
Hadley’s small petite frame pressed me up against the door, her tongue in search of mine as she gripped a chunk of my hair like a crazy woman.
She had liquid fire pumping through my veins. No, she was in my veins. The woman was all through me, embedded so deeply I knew there wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her. Just to have her in my life… For me to be hers… To wake up with her in my arms every day.
I didn’t doubt that the pink grandma gown she wore was so that I had easier access to her.
The giant thing was hot as fuck on her. I pulled away from her mouth for a second just to see her in it.
I took in her ocean-blue eyes, fueled by lust, in the darkened kitchen.
Then I let her resume pawing at my chest as I slipped my hand up her gown and gripped an ass cheek.
She gasped and my tongue dove into her open mouth.
“Hold up a second,” I groaned as I patted her ass a few times in hopes she’d stop stealing my soul with her kisses. She didn’t listen. She didn’t even respond. I had to grab her shoulders and pull her away from me. “We need to talk.”
Her eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed as she gazed up at me. “Why?”
“Are you done being a sour puss?” I asked her.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Elijah…”
“You’ve been a little shit all day.”
“I have not,” she tried to say, but I shut her up quickly.
“You have. You’ve been itching for a fight all day. You made me leave earlier. Why? Is it so you can go right back to pretending you didn’t fuck me in the morning?”
She tried to pull away from me, but I held her tighter and brought her closer. “I don’t want to be a dirty secret, Hadley.”
“Why did you even come over if we’re not going to…” She let her words die out. I had yet to hear a cuss word from her mouth.
“Who said we aren’t?” I murmured softly.
Once I was sure she wouldn’t try to get away from me, I trailed my fingers down her side.
“Spread your legs,” I said and realized she’d already done it.
Smiling down at her, I lifted her gown and rubbed my fingers over her wet panties.
“Will you come sit down and listen to me for a second?”
Hadley nodded, and I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the couch.
I sat down with her, curling her up like a child in my hold as I stared at her.
“You’re so beautiful, Hadley.” And she was.
Everything about her—from the roundness of her eyes and the cute curve in her lips as she blushed and smiled to the angry expressions crossing her face—was perfect. I could never grow tired of seeing her.
Hadley averted her eyes and whispered, “You’ll make me do something awkward. Just stop…”
“You’re always awkward. ”
That made her glance up with a slight laugh. “Hey.”
“You’re the definition of jumpy.” I laughed. “You’re my little bundle of nerves.”
She sighed. “I can’t help it.”
“It’s amazing, you know, watching you handle single parenting despite being a nervous person.
At times you’re a superhuman, then I see how flustered you get over the shit I say and wonder how you even function.
But you do it so easily.” I held her closer, rubbing my thumb across her arm.
“I don’t want you to have to do anything alone, anymore. ”
She sucked in a breath and met my eyes. “Elijah…”
“I would never say a word to Lucy, Hadley. Not until you’re ready to tell her, but I want to head in that direction. With you. One day I want my life to be with you guys. I’ve felt that way ever since meeting you and your family.”
I never felt more terrified of anything than I did at that moment. I was giving Hadley everything I had to offer—all of me. My time, my love, my thoughts. Anything I had was hers to take if she’d let me have her to love and hold like I so desperately wanted.
She was quiet for a long time as she searched my eyes. It only made my fear worse. What if I was too hateful or bossy for her liking? What if I didn’t have enough skin because most of me was covered in tattoos? What if she still loved Lucy and Eli’s dad?
“Please,” she whispered as she closed her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek, and I caught it with my thumb. “Don’t hurt me. Most of all, don’t hurt Lucy because my little girl likes you, and I don’t want her to wonder why you’re not there one day like her dad.”
“One day, baby, when we’re old and gray, I’m going to look over at you while we’re sitting on the porch and tell you how these tears were wasted.”
She cried harder as she opened her eyes. “God bless… You’re serious!”
“One hundred percent.” I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “That one percent of you… I want it.”
With a ragged breath, Hadley’s lips were on mine.
Wet nose and all, she pressed her weight into that single kiss, and I took it all.
Opening her mouth, I flicked and traced my tongue over hers.
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I had to lean forward so that she could yank it over my head.
And then, together, we took off her grandma nightie.
Hadley’s nipples hardened the moment the cool air touched her skin.
I gripped one roughly, tugging on the nipple until she rubbed herself against my lap.
I kept pinching and pulling, completely mesmerized by her perfect breasts.
When no milk came out like I wanted, I bent down and sucked one between my lips.
She cried out as it trickled into my mouth.
Maybe I should feel bad for getting so fucking turned on by her body, which supplied food for a tiny life, but that just made me want her more. The fact that she let me fondle her like a depraved man only made me worse.
She deserved the attention, and I wanted to be the one that gave it to her. The only one that knew the wild way she bucked and moaned when I reminded her that she was still a woman , my woman , and not only a mother. She was a fucking perfect blend of both roles.
Unlike the other night, I planned on fucking her for more than thirty seconds before I lost my shit. It didn’t matter though. That moment with her had topped any and everything I’d ever felt before.
“I want to…” Her voice trailed off as she pulled away from me. Climbing out of my lap, she got on her knees in front of me.
“Hadley,” I groaned.
She would be the death of me .
I watched as her bashful eyes moved over my jeans before she unzipped them.
I helped her wrestle with my jeans until they were pulled down enough freeing my cock.
Just like my desperate heart, it bobbed straight up seeking Hadley.
She wrapped her hand around it softly, and I groaned.
“Don’t be afraid of hurting me. You won’t hurt him, baby. Go on and choke him out and see.”
Her giggles were music to my ears as she shook her head at me, admiring my cock. Hadley’s eyes were so big and round and glassy as her mouth parted… Killing me slowly.
Then she gasped, and I saw exactly what she did at that moment. Her hand moved up to my pubic bone piercing before her eyes found mine. “Is that a piercing?” she whispered in both awe and shock.
“Yeah. I guess you didn’t get the chance to see it the other night,” I murmured hoarsely as I slipped my fingers through the bun atop her head.
“Does it have a purpose?” Her cheeks were getting extremely red, so I knew she had an idea.
“Want to find out?” I asked. She bit her bottom lip, slowly nodding. “Let’s go to your room.” Another nod.
I stood, pulling up my jeans as I pinched at Hadley’s nipples and ass as I followed her into the room. “Shh,” she mumbled as we stepped in and closed the door.
“You guys will have to stay at my house. This apartment is too small, and your mouth is too big—” She covered mine, slightly laughing as I pushed her down on the bed. “I feel bad that I’m over here fondling Eli’s milk supply with him right there in the crib.”
More laughter. “Stop talking before you kill the mood.”