Stout

  “My hard-on could provide at least a dozen good arguments against why waiting isn’t the best decision. But I can see it’s what you want. So . . . we wait.”

  I kiss him quickly. “You won’t be disappointed.”

  “Come on. We need to get out of here before I change my mind about throwing you on that bed.”

  I pick up the lingerie and place it in my bag. “It’s nice out. Want to take advantage of the pool before we go to your house?”

  “First, you won’t let me fuck you. And now you want to walk around in a bikini? Are you trying to torture me?” I can see how it may seem as though that’s my intention.

  “Sorry. It’s just that I don’t get many free weekends to take advantage of the pool.”

  “I’m kidding, Max. I would love to swim with you. But I am a man so no skinny-dipping.”

  “No worries. I’m very well aware of your manliness. It’s absolutely unmistakable.”

  Oliver is all male, all the time. And all mine.

  I can’t wait to have some of that manliness tonight.

  Oliver Thorn

  Adelyn and I had a fun afternoon. I love spending time with my girl, talking and laughing, getting to know each other more. But I swear she does something to me I can hardly control. I stay hard around that woman; I want to fuck her every second we’re together.

  It’s heaven and hell at the same time.

  Adelyn thought it would be fun to cook dinner together. And it was, but I’ve had to talk my dick down all day. He and I are done waiting.

  So. Ready. To. Fuck.

  I take the dish towel from Adelyn’s hand. “I’ll finish cleaning the kitchen. You go upstairs, put on the birthday present you bought for me, and get ready to be fucked raw.”

  “Thorn.” Her tone is coy but I know it’s an act. I’m speaking a language she understands fluently. Alpha.

  “Go, Max.” I grasp her shoulders and turn her around before smacking her on the ass. “Now.”

  “I need to shower first.”

  “No point. You’ll need one afterwards with what I plan to do to you.” I’m going to fill that sweet little body of hers with my cum.

  “Trust me. A shower is necessary so give me twenty minutes.”

  Twenty minutes? “Fuck, no. I’ll give you ten and not a minute more.”

  She spins around and pokes her finger into my chest. “Don’t you dare come upstairs before fifteen.”

  I can be in and out in five. “Why so long?”

  “I want to be perfect for you.”

  “You’re already perfect for me.”

  She lifts her arms and wrinkles her nose. “I’m sweaty and sticky from being outside.”

  It was a hot one today. “Just means you’ll taste salty when I lick you.”

  “No. It means I stink.” Women can be so weird sometimes. Don’t they know men were born to love the way they smell? We don’t mind their natural fragrance. In fact, we love it. Simple biology. All the frou-frou is unnecessary.

  “Wrong. You smell so good I could lift you up on this countertop and eat you right now.”

  She puts her hand against my chest to stop me when I step toward her. “You’re not doing that.”

  “Then you’d better get moving. You’ve already lost two of your fifteen minutes standing here arguing with me about it.”

  “Oh, no. It’s not going down like that.”

  I tap the imaginary watch on my wrist. “Time’s ticking away, Miss Maxwell.”

  “I will call down when I’m ready and you won’t come up a second before I do.”

  I thought I was the alpha in this relationship. “You’re awfully good at giving orders for someone who says she likes being controlled.”

  “The only time you’ll ever dominate me is when we’re in the bedroom. And we’re not in there right now.”

  “We will be in twelve minutes; once you step foot inside that bedroom door I’m in control. And you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be in there to get what’s coming to me.” She’s completely turned on. I see it in her hooded eyes. Teeth tugging on her bottom lip. So I smack her ass. “Off you go. I don’t like waiting.”

  “Yes, sir.” Fuck, yes.

  I finish cleaning the kitchen and look at the time. It’s been ten minutes since Adelyn went upstairs. I want nothing more than to barge in there right now and put her underneath me. But instead I go to the guest bathroom and shower.

  Yeah. I’m giving in. This time. Only because I see how important this is to her.

  She wants tonight to be perfect. Her birthday gift to me. It would be incredibly selfish to take that from her.

  I go upstairs when I finish showering. We’re well beyond the twenty-minute mark so it should be safe. “Can I come in?”

  “Hang on.” I stand at the door waiting for permission to enter. “Okay. Come in.”

  Adelyn is standing by the bed wearing the sheer black nightie, hand on hip. She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Bewitching. “You were right. Absolutely worth the wait.”

  “My first gift for the birthday boy. Like it?”

  “Love it.” I’m going to hate taking that off her. Almost.

  She wraps her arms around my shoulders and touches my wet hair. “I see I’m not the only one who showered.”

  “I wanted to smell good for my girl.”

  “You smell divine. And I very much like that you came to me wearing nothing but a towel.” She untucks the corner so it falls to the floor and comes up on tiptoes to kiss me. “But it has to go.”

  “You’ll get no argument from me.”

  My cock pokes her in her stomach and she reaches down to grasp it. “Where does this birthday boy want to go first? In my mouth or inside me?”

  “Birthday boy wants it all. Start with my cock in your mouth. Now.”

  She drags her mouth down my chest. From the hitch in her breathing, she liked that.

  I lie on the bed, scooting backward to the middle, making room, because she’s going to kneel between my legs.

  She places her palms on my thighs and glides them upward until her fingertips brush my balls. She teases them, lightly sweeping her fingers back and forth over the skin.

  I grab two pillows to put under my head so I can watch everything she does. Very little is hotter than watching a girl suck you off.

  She moves her hand up and grasps the base of my cock before circling her tongue around the head. The stiff tip flicks several times when she licks the sensitive area underneath the crown. She alternates licking my length and rotating her tongue around the head’s edge before taking me fully into her mouth. “Damn, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

  I fist her hair, pulling all of it into a high ponytail so I don’t miss a single swipe. “It’s a beautiful thing, watching your mouth bob over my dick like that.”

  She takes me out of her mouth and pushes my cock against my stomach when she licks my balls. She draws the loose skin into her mouth and lightly sucks. Too many women ignore the balls. But not my girl. “You are so good at this.”

  “Not done yet, Thorn.”

  She returns to licking and sucking my cock before moving her finger to the skin beneath my sac. She presses upward while rotating in a circular motion. Slow, and then fast. Soft, and then hard. I fucking love it. But it’s going to make me come a lot quicker than I’d like.

  I stroke my fingertips over the top of her head. “I’m about to come.”

  She presses upward with her finger, and I swear it feels like I’m shooting off from somewhere much deeper than my nads. “Day . . . um. Fuck, woman.”

  Adelyn sucks hard and swallows when I come in her mouth. It is hot as hell watching her do that.

  She comes up smiling and licking her lips. “My second gift.”

  “Best present ever.”

  “There’s more to come. But the question is how do you want it?” She crawls up my body until we’re face to face. “I’m yours for the taking. How do you want me?” I’ve never had a woman straigh
t up tell me I can have her any way I want her.

  I don’t hate hearing that.

  “Hands and knees.” My favorite position.

  Adelyn rolls away and moves into position as I slide off the bed to stand next to it. “Bring that sweet ass back this way for the birthday boy.”

  She scoots backward until she’s perfectly positioned for the taking. I slide her panties aside and push my dick through the split in her cheeks and onto her slit, teasing her. “Is this what you want?”

  “I want what you want.” Her voice is soft. So submissive. So eager to please.

  Reminds me of the things her father said to me. She will submit to her husband in everything.

  Submit to her husband. That thought is bouncing around like a Ping-Pong ball in my head.

  “Head down. Ass up.” She lowers her head, arches her back, and moves her ass back and forth, rubbing against me.

  “Like this?” She’s the one enticing me now. But I have a whole lot more teasing in store for her.

  “Just like that.”

  I rub my hand over her bare cheek peeking out of her skimpy sheer panties. “I’m trying to decide if I’m going to take these off or push the crotch aside when I fuck you.”

  She wiggles when I push my fingertips down her crack and stroke the drenched fabric of my birthday present. I love how fucking slick she gets for me. I’ve never been with a woman who responds to my touch like Adelyn.

  I push the material aside and graze my cock’s tip up and down her slit. I push a little and retreat, repeating the motion several times. “I say we try this.”

  She gasps like a virgin when I thrust deep and hard into her pussy. I’m fully inside when I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh, moving her body in counteraction with mine.

  I glide in and out of her meticulously. Every stroke is deliberate. So deep it feels like my dick touches her womb.

  This is where I want to be. Balls deep inside Adelyn. All the time.

  I can’t help myself from wanting this woman. I have feelings for her. Very real ones. I didn’t think I’d ever be in a place where that could happen again.

  She whimpers when I pull out. “I’m coming up on the bed with you.”

  Want to be closer.

  Adelyn scoots forward, making room for me behind her. “Lie on your stomach. Legs together.”

  I put my knees on the outside of her legs so they’re pushed together, and she tilts her ass up so I can enter her from behind again. “Fuck. You’re so tight like this.”

  I lie on top of her, my front to her back, and press a kiss to one of her shoulders before grasping them both. My tight grip enables me to hold her in place, making my thrusts more powerful. More dominating.

  She grinds her ass against me with every plunge, and I fist her hair and pull it. “Yes, Thorn. Yes.”

  We’ve done this. She taught me how to do it without hurting her so I’m confident when I put my fingers into her wild mane and close my hand around it. I tug so I’m able to kiss the side of her face. I pump harder into her, and her moan of, “Yes. More, Thorn. Harder,” tell me she likes what I’m doing. We fit. We work.

  It feels like I can’t get deep enough. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you. You’re the one who owns me.”

  She twists so half her mouth reaches mine. “We own each other. I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

  I can’t lie, not even to myself. “I want this. I want you. Both so badly.”

  I pump harder, faster, deeper into this woman I’m growing to . . . love. I think that’s the right word for what’s happening in my heart and head. I know it is. But I’m not ready to say those words.

  Not yet.

  I pull her hair harder and cover her ear with my mouth. “I’m falling for you, Max. So hard.”

  She reaches over her head to touch me. “I know. I’m falling for you too. And it feels so good.”

  She groans when her body’s grip on my cock increases and relaxes in a rhythmic pattern. Tighten. Release. Tighten. Release. “Ahh, Thorn. I’m . . . coming.”

  And so am I.

  I drive into her hard and she pushes back against me so I’m as deep as possible. My body involuntarily jerks as my hot stream fills her.

  I’m completely empty. Adelyn’s body has sucked every drop from me when I press my forehead to her back and slow my breathing.

  “My third gift.”

  “Mmm . . . best birthday present ever. Thank you.”

  “Happy you liked it.” Liked is such an understatement.

  Adelyn Maxwell.

  So generous with her body for me.

  My body wants her for sex.

  I yearn for her.

  My heart wants her love.

  Every moment with her is bliss.

  My mind wants both.

  Never known someone so giving.

  Falling in love feels like playing with fire, but Adelyn’s a flame I can’t resist. She may very well burn me alive because no man can stand in fire and not be consumed by it.

  It’s a risk I’ll happily take.

  * * *

  Tap is oblivious to my presence in his doorway. He appears engrossed by whatever is on his computer so I knock on his office door to gain his attention. “Got a free minute?”

  He gives me a come in wave. “Yeah. Just having my first look at the new numbers for BCC.”

  “Looking okay?”

  “So far so good. Wren’s going to be very pleased with this report.” I’m happy for my sister and Tap. I want it to be successful.

  I take my usual seat but forego putting my feet on Tap’s desk. Annoying him isn’t my goal this visit.

  “Something up?”

  I feel dumb as fuck asking another dude about love and romantic shit, but I know Tap’s been in my shoes. He’s head over heels in love with my sister. I feel like he might be one of my few friends who will understand what I’m going through and not rag on me about wanting to discuss it.

  “I need to talk to someone about Adelyn.”

  “Okay. Shoot.”

  “When did you know you loved Lawry?” A smile tugs at my friend’s lips, the same smile that always appears when he’s with Lawry. As if he can’t help himself, his whole body relaxes.

  “Well . . . I knew I liked her a lot after our Savannah visit. I think it was six or eight weeks after that trip when I left her a note that told her I was falling for her and hoped she felt the same. I wasn’t quite ready to say those three little words but then a few days later I got a note from her saying she loved me. I read those words and I knew for sure. So I called her that very minute and told her I loved her.”

  “No doubts?”

  “Not a one.”

  “I told Adelyn I was falling for her but I couldn’t say ‘I love you.’ The two feel different to me.”

  “I agree, they’re two separate things and shouldn’t be confused.”

  The Russ Martin incident was two weeks ago. We’ve not spent a night apart since. I would never say I’m glad that fucker assaulted Adelyn but it definitely jumpstarted the growth of our relationship. I don’t regret that part.

  I haven’t heard a fucking peep out of Russ since my birthday party. I expected something from him. And so did Adelyn. She’s been so on edge. Jittery. Jumping at every little sound. She beat me home from work one night and nearly sprayed me with pepper spray when I entered the house through the garage door. She felt so horrid after she realized what she had nearly done to me.

  I’m furious Russ Martin’s ass isn’t rotting in prison. I understand why Adelyn didn’t pursue pressing charges, but it doesn’t mean I like it. Blackmailing that fucker may have seemed like a good idea four years ago but it’s a lose-lose. It ties her to him.

  And I hate that so fucking much.

  I want to cut those ties. Burn them. Incinerate the fuck out of those bastards.

  And I’m going to. But I have to see my attorney first so I’ll know what can be done about Russ. Legally. br />
  Adelyn doesn’t know it yet but she’s done with this blackmailing bullshit. Train stops here.

  Yeah. I’m pulling my alpha card outside of the bedroom. And by God, she better not give me shit about it.

  My feelings for Adelyn grow every day. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. I’m on the cusp of being there. I feel it happening.

  Porter pecks on Tap’s office door. “Looks serious in here. Guess y’all heard about Russ Martin.”

  I hear that fucker’s name and my body reacts without permission. My muscles tense. I’m instantly on edge, ready for a fight.

  “Haven’t heard a thing. What’s going on?” I’m grateful Tap asks. I’m not sure I can discuss him civilly.

  “He’s in the hospital. Don’t know all the details, but I don’t think he’s doing too good.”

  “What happened?”

  “Fight with his girlfriend’s brother or something like that.” He has a girlfriend? And he still came after Adelyn? Touched her. Told my girl to marry him. Told her he was going to put a baby inside her. What. The. Fuck?

  “The girlfriend’s brother beat the shit out of him. He has swelling of the brain and a serious spinal cord injury. His doctors are saying he’ll never walk again. That’s if he survives the head injury.”

  Adelyn mustn’t know yet.

  “I’m about to head over to the hospital if y’all want to ride with me.”

  “Of course.”

  I’d bet money Russ beat up the sister so her brother was taking care of his ass and went too far.

  Like I would have done had Adelyn not stopped me.

  I don’t have a choice. Tap and Porter are oblivious to what the fucker has done. He’s one of our biggest clients and a good friend as far as they know. How could I not have known he was so fucked up? How had he hidden such depravity? I have to put in an appearance at the hospital or face questions I’m not ready to answer. “Yeah. I can go.”

  Adelyn Maxwell

  Prognosis confirmed. Russ Martin is conscious and will survive. But as a paraplegic.

  No motor function from the waist down. Seems too good to be true. “You’re sure?”