Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
ALEX
Someone is peppering kisses all over my neck and jawline.
Adam.
I can tell that it’s him because he smells woodsy, and I know his touch so well. I know them both, and while I crave both of their hands constantly, I don’t have to open my eyes to know which one is touching me.
“Good morning, Princess,” he whispers next to my ear as his hand drifts under the hem of my shirt and up my stomach, between my breasts, then down again. I arch into his touch, and I feel him grin against my skin. “How do you feel after all that fun last night?”
“No hangover,” I whisper and turn into him, loving the way it feels when he wraps his arms around me and hugs me close, his lips pressed to the top of my head. “Thanks for coming to get me.”
“You should have called,” he whispers back, and I love the intimacy of this moment. “I don’t want you walking around at night, drunk, by yourself. Never again, Alex.”
His firm voice leaves no room for argument. It makes me smile and press my thighs together.
I love it when Adam gets bossy.
“Okay. The fresh air was nice, though.”
I drag my leg across the sheets and then scowl. Ouch.
That’s right, I fell and scraped my knees. That will hurt for a few days.
“I didn’t like finding my girl with blood on her,” he says as he nudges me onto my back and kisses my cheek again. “Open your eyes for me, beautiful.”
I work on blinking them open, and when my eyes find his, I frown. He’s intense. His lazy touches and sweet kisses hide the turmoil going on in his mind.
“Hey.” I drag my fingers down his cheek and then cup the side of his neck. “I’m okay, Adam. I’m right here, safe in the bed.”
“Our bed.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Say it.”
“Safe in our bed.” I smile up at him. I love that my men are fierce about reminding me that I belong with them. It makes me feel good, but it kind of scares me too.
Because what will happen if this all goes away?
“In my drunken state,” I begin and continue to touch him, dragging my hand up and down his arm, “I really thought that it would be easier to crash in town and come back here this morning. It wasn’t anything personal. I don’t want you to think that.”
He blows out a breath and drops his face to the crook of my neck, breathing me in.
“You scared me, Princess.”
“I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him to me, and then his hand starts to roam again, down my side to my ass. “Mmm, you feel good this morning. Where’s Gabe?”
“He had to go to work.”
I frown up at him when he pulls up to look at me. “What time is it?”
“After nine.”
“And why are you here? You have to work, too.”
He shakes his head and kisses the tip of my nose.
“The best thing about being the boss is that I can work whenever the fuck I feel like it. Today, I want to be with you. First, I’m going to sink inside you and remind you where you belong, every fucking day of your beautiful life, and then I’m going to make you breakfast.”
I bite my lip, loving every word coming out of his mouth.
“Blueberry pancakes?”
“Of course.”
“Best day ever.” He covers my lips with his in a deep kiss, sweeping his tongue over mine, and I melt into him.
Adam can kiss like no one’s business.
And what I love most about it is, he takes his time with it. He’s never in a hurry. It’s like he’s savoring me. I notice he does the same with Gabe, too. He lavishes our mouths with the kind of attention that a lover should give.
My hand drifts down to his ass, and I grip him firmly as I circle my hips, pressing against his hard length, and Adam groans against my lips.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls and sits me up so he can peel the shirt over my head and tosses it aside before I lie back again. He works on scooching my panties down my legs, careful to avoid the scratches on my knees. “I hate seeing your gorgeous skin hurt, baby.”
“I’ll be okay.”
He kisses the inside of my knee and then spreads my legs wide and leaves wet kisses up my inner thigh, to the crease where my leg meets my center.
“I probably need a shower,” I tell him, but he just smirks up at me and drags his fingertip through my already wet slit.
“Look how wet your pretty little pussy is.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pubis, just above my clit, making me whimper. “Is this for me?”
“You know it is.”
My legs scissor, and he scrapes his teeth over my hip.
“Be a good girl and stay still, and I’ll reward you.”
“You know I’m not good at keeping still.”
He chuckles and licks over the place where he nipped, then kisses his way back to my core.
“You’d better try. If you don’t stay still, you don’t get to come. I’ll just edge you all fucking day.”
I gasp and stare down at him. “You’ve never done that before.”
“We’re still learning each other, baby.” He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and brushes his knuckles every so lightly over my wet lips, making me whimper.
“You don’t want me to react to the way you touch me?”
“I want you to be in control until I tell you it’s time to let go.” He plants a wet kiss right next to my clit, and it’s all I can do not to circle my hips, seeking more. Adam’s chuckle is dark, and I narrow my eyes.
“You’re a sadist.”
Now his face sobers, and he boosts up so his face is level with mine. He cups my cheek and kisses my lips softly.
“No, baby. I don’t want to make you hurt. I don’t get off on that at all.”
He’s saying that because of my fucked-up dad. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought of that until he said that.
“I know.” I drag my fingertips through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Good.” He nibbles my lips and grins. “I’m just playing with you. If it gets to be too much, just say red, and it’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me once more, then makes his way back south and nudges my legs apart with his broad shoulders.
God, he’s beautiful. All bronze skin and dark blond hair, bright gray eyes that seem to look right into my soul. And that smile of his is devastating.
I’m so in love with him.
My breath catches, and I feel tears prick in the back of my eyes.
I love them both so much.
He doesn’t lick me or run his nose around my clit to warm me up.
No, my man dives right in, French kissing my pussy so fucking well that I can’t control the way my hips buck up and my legs move.
And then he’s gone, not touching me at all, and I moan at the loss of him.
“I told you, Princess. You need to keep control of yourself, or I’ll stop.”
His eyes fill with humor when I growl at him.
Rude.
I stop moving, and he lowers his face again, licking my slit from my ass to my clit, and I have to fist the sheets in my hands and bite my lip to keep from moving.
He’s going to kill me.
“You have to breathe, my love.”
“Can’t.” Holy shit, he just used the L word.
“Breathe for me, baby.” He slides that amazing tongue into my entrance, making me gasp. One leg moves, and he backs away completely.
“Adam.”
“I told you what would happen.”
“It was involuntary.”
He shakes his head, then returns to my core. This time, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.
And I see stars.
But I don’t move, and I think I should get a prize for that. Like a cookie.
Or an orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as he continues to eat me like I’m his breakfast, and he hasn’t had a meal in a month. It’s only by a miracle and pure stubbornness that my hips don’t move. My legs don’t scissor.
But instead of moving, I can’t keep my mouth shut.
“God, yes. Just like that. Fuck, I love it when you suck like that.”
He groans, moving his head side to side, and my whole body lights up.
“Jesus Christ, your mouth. Baby, your mouth is so good. I’ll never get tired of having it on me. You might be the best kisser in the world. Don’t tell Gabe.”
He barks out a laugh and presses two fingers inside me, makes a come-here motion, and rubs right over that perfect spot that has my legs shaking.
“I can’t help that.”
“I know, baby. God, you’re so fucking perfect. Look at you. Squirt all over me. Make a fucking mess of our bed.”
He moves his fingers just so, and then I’m blowing apart, screaming and convulsing, and I’m making a spectacular mess. And the whole time, Adam is praising me like I’ve just won a gold medal.
“I knew you could do it. Christ, look at you. All flushed and heaving and you’ve soaked this bed so fucking well. So proud of you, beautiful girl.”
He kisses up my torso, then presses his lips to my ear.
“You’re so goddamn amazing.”