Chapter 14
The click of the lock makes me jolt, looking up to find Addison leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest and a harsh look on her face. It’s not her usual resting grumpy face. No, there’s something deeper brewing in her brown eyes.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, trying to keep the wobble out of my voice.
I’ve never seen her with her hair down outside of the bedroom. I nearly lost my mind when I saw it falling over her strong shoulders earlier. She looks panty-meltingly good tonight, and dancing was the only way I could keep my hands to myself.
She steps away from the door, walking the few paces to where I’m in front of the sink, having just washed my hands. She cages me against the counter, her front to my back, and even though I’m slightly sweaty from dancing, the warmth from her body sends a shiver down my spine.
“I don’t know,” she rasps. “One minute I was talking to Rusty, the next I’m locking the door, intent on getting you alone.” She takes a deep breath, like she’s inhaling my scent. “What are you doing to me, Juniper Calhoun?”
My lashes flutter as one of Addison’s hands wraps around me, her palm splayed across my belly as she uses the other to move my hair to the side and places a gentle kiss on my exposed shoulder. It’s the same spot she always kisses right before she makes a mess of me.
I sigh. “I don’t know.”
Does she want an actual answer? All I know is that she’s got me all tied up in knots, especially with the way she was looking at me while I was dancing. It was more than lust.
At least, that’s what I want to believe.
“You’re driving me crazy, sunshine. Is that what you’re trying to do? Hm? You’re trying to drive me insane?”
“Not at all. I didn’t do anything.”
“You let him touch you all over. You were giggling and blushing like you wanted him to take you home tonight. Do you want to go home with him, Juniper?”
“Who? Jaxon?”
“Yeah. Jaxon.” She spits his name like she despises the taste.
Is she… she can’t be.
“You’re jealous of him?”
“He had his hands all over you in front of everyone.”
“We were dancing. It would be hard to do that without him touching me.”
Addison rests her head against the back of mine and lets out another long breath. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I am jealous. I have no right to be. We didn’t say this was exclusive—”
“Is it not?” I don’t want to be doing anything with anyone else.
I spin around so I can face her, needing her to see how serious I am.
“Jaxon has known me since I was an awkward teenager. He’s best friends with Briar and is like a brother to me.
No feelings there whatsoever. He’s the one who taught me to swing dance, so whenever he comes out, we partner up. ”
“You’re sure? Because I saw him whisper in your ear. Saw him make you blush and giggle.”
I bite my lip. Do I tell her what he was saying? Will it upset her further if I do?
Honesty is the best policy, and I don’t want Addison to worry about me running off with someone else. “He… he was teasing me about you. He can tell I’ve got a crush on you, so he said I should put on a show and see if I can get you to make a move.”
Addison’s lips quirk up on the side. “You’ve got a crush on me?”
I look away from her, but I’m sure she can see the heat rushing to my cheeks. She grabs my chin gently and makes me look her in the eyes. “If it wasn’t obvious, I’ve got a crush on you, too.”
I don’t have time to make a joke about how I figured she did, because her lips crash against mine.
It’s only been two days since we last kissed, but it feels like longer than that.
Sparks fly between us, and everything we refuse to say aloud gets exposed through the way our lips meet.
We’re frantic, eager, and messy. She tastes like oranges and whiskey, a heady combination when the peach flavor of my drink gets added to the mix.
Her touch is everywhere. Fingers tangling in my hair, hands running down my side, cupping my ass, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. We can’t seem to get close enough. I need to get her home.
Addison pulls away from my mouth and trails kisses down my neck as her hands skate up under the skirt of my dress. “This dress is a tease, Juniper. Been driving me wild all night, wondering what you’ve got on underneath.”
“Take me home, and you can find out.”
I feel her shake her head against my neck. “No time for that. Need to feel you come on my tongue right now.”
“Here? What if someone walks in?” I’ve never done something so… scandalous. I’ve never engaged in any sort of public sex. I barely even kiss my partners in public.
“The door is locked. No one’s walking in. I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable with it, though.”
I should be anxious about the idea of being caught. I should feel hesitant to do something so salacious in the bathroom of a bar, but instead, a thrill runs through me. Addison makes me want to be brave enough to try new things.
“We have to be fast,” I say as her fingers find the damp fabric of my panties. Barely a whisper of her fingertips against me, and I’m ready to come for her.
“You have to be quiet, sunshine. I know you like to be loud, but you don’t want everyone to hear what a horny slut you’re being for me, do you?”
Oh god. I shouldn’t like that so much. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“We’ll see. Up on the counter.” She helps lift me so I’m leaning against the mirror, then she drops to her knees and spreads my thighs. A groan rumbles from her throat when she reveals the hot pink lace nestled between my thighs. I’m sure there’s a damp spot. Being around her has me keyed up.
Hooking her fingers in the lace, she slides my underwear down my thighs and over my boots, shoving them in her back pocket.
Then, she dives in. She kisses my clit before her tongue parts my pussy lips and spears into me, moaning when she gets a taste.
I thread my fingers through her hair—not to pull her closer but to keep her where she is.
Her tongue moves up to my clit as she works two fingers inside me, twisting them until they brush against my G-spot.
I swear she knows how to work an orgasm from me better than I do.
I bite the back of my hand to keep from moaning too loud when she sucks my clit into her mouth and adds a third finger. The illicitness of doing this in the bathroom, where anyone could hear, has my orgasm cresting way faster than I expected.
I whimper into my hand and squeeze my eyes shut as I pulse around her fingers. She works me through it, only removing her fingers when my body slumps against the mirror.
I open my eyes just in time to watch Addison lick the remnants of me off her fingers, moaning at the taste. It’s obscene. Filthy. It makes me want to return the favor immediately.
With one last kiss to my clit, she stands and helps me off the counter, righting my dress. She doesn’t move back, keeping me trapped against the sink.
“My panties,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “They’re mine now.”
Oh, I shouldn’t like that so much.
“Just like you and your pussy are mine for the summer. No one else for either of us, okay?”
“No one else.”
Not right now, not this summer, probably not for a long while after, too.
“Let’s go back to the ranch. I have big plans for us tonight.” With a quick peck to my lips, she washes her hands and instructs me to leave the restroom first.
My head is spinning as I make it back to the table. It feels like everyone’s eyes are on me as I sip the last of my drink and gather my purse. Can they tell I was just eaten out? Do they know what Addison and I were doing in that bathroom?
No one is acting like they do as I say a quick goodbye. The Reclamation Ranch employees are coming over for the kick-off barbecue tomorrow, so I don’t feel the need for a drawn-out goodbye. Addison comes out just as I’m heading for the front door, and I have to resist the urge to grab her hand.
Just for the summer.
I need to remember that.
Addison’s grip on my hair tightens, and she presses me closer to her pussy.
I love how commanding she is. She’s clear about what she wants and whether or not she likes something, and it helps ease the anxiety I usually have surrounding sex.
I always want my partner to feel good, but sometimes I worry they won’t tell me if they don’t like what I’m doing.
Not with Addison, though.
Praises and moans slip out of her mouth and straight to my head, and I snake my hand down my body to press against my clit. She already made me come four times, but eating her pussy is making me needy again.
“Fuck Juniper, are you touching yourself while your mouth is on my pussy?”
I nod, never removing my mouth.
“So greedy. Did I not give you enough orgasms? Guess I’d better fix that.” She pulls me away, and I whimper in protest, but not for long. “Lie on your back.”
I do as she says, settling on my back. Addison straddles my chest and leans over so her pussy is right in front of my face. She licks over my clit, making my hips jolt, and I swear I can feel her smile against my mound. I think she likes teasing me and turning me into a writhing, whimpering mess.
“Make me come while I give this insatiable little cunt another orgasm. I want to soak your face while you soak your sheets.”
I moan as I do exactly what she says. Our mouths ravish each other, and it takes considerable effort to focus. Addison plays dirty, doing this thing with her fingers that has my legs shaking.
I want to make her as insatiable for me. I want her to look at me and think about how good I make her feel. I insert two fingers into her, crooking them up and stroking her sensitive nerves as I graze my teeth over her clit. Her mouth falters as she bears down against my face, chasing her pleasure.
The pressure between my hips starts building as she adds three fingers. The angle she’s at makes me feel so full. So close. I want her to come with me. Need her to come with me.
I double down, fucking her with my fingers and flicking her clit with my tongue. When I feel her pulse, I know she’s close, so I keep the pace. Her moan against my pussy as she comes is what sets me off, and we both detonate. Wetness gushes out of me a second after she drenches my face.
I pull my fingers out of her and get to work licking up what I can. I don’t want a drop to go to waste.
Addison rolls off of me, flinging her arm over her face as her perky breasts heave with labored breaths. Satisfaction washes over me at the flush across her tanned skin. If this is how she feels when she makes a mess of me, then I can see why she keeps doing it.
When she catches her breath, she rolls toward me and kisses me; the combined taste of us might be my new favorite thing. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this.
“Let’s shower and go to bed,” she says before she gets off the bed.
“Don’t you need to go back to the main house?”
“I thought I could stay here tonight. Oakley’s at the other ranch, and she’s the only person who’d say something.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the thought of cuddling her while we sleep, even though I know this is probably a terrible idea. I can’t get used to this, even if I really want to.
She must see the myriad of emotions on my face. “I can go if you want, I didn’t—”
“No! No, I want you to stay. Please, stay.”
“Okay.”
We shower and change my soaked sheets, then fall asleep tangled together, and I dream of Addison saying she’ll stay forever, not just tonight.