Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening) (8 page)

Her full breasts,
the pretty, small pink tips were calling out to me and my mouth watered. My eyes traveled down to her small waist and generous hips, but I didn’t have much time to appreciate it all, because she bent and removed her jeans too fast. And then, she dropped back down to her knees and climbed over me, covering my body and attacking my mouth with hers before I realized what was happening.

She started rubbing herself against me, coating me with her wetness, driving me crazy with her mouth.

“Mia, slow down,” I mumbled against her lips and gripped her hips, but she reached between us to grab me, to rush me, to use me and piss me off. I felt myself at her entrance only a second before she took me inside her body.

“
Goddamn it, Mia,” I groaned, and she took my mouth harder.

She worked herself on me, up and down, four or five times and it felt so fuckin’ good I thought about letting her finish me off, but in the back of my mind I knew this was all wrong and I’d had enough.

She let out a squeal when I rolled, flipped her to her back and pulled out.

She frowned
up at me, but I ignored the pretty pout on her face, kicked off my shoes, ripped my shirt over my head, stood and took off my pants. I did all this while staring down at her, and when I finished, I walked two paces to my dresser and grabbed what I needed. I came back, bent down, put one arm under her knees, one behind her back, and picked her up.

She let out a “
yelp” when I swung her around and tossed her on the bed. I followed behind her quickly, covered her body with mine, grabbed both her wrists, lifted them above her head and… SNAP! cuffed them to the headboard.

“What
the --” she asked frantically as she tugged at her wrists.

“We’re playing this my way,” I growled and then kissed her lips quickly
.

I lifted, lowered myself down her body and
I filled my hands with her full, heavy breasts. I took them in my mouth and caressed them until her body was putty in my hands. I took the right tip in my mouth, licking and sucking until she withered beneath me.

Then, I moved to the left.

“Adam,” she breathed like a plea.

I moved lower, kissing, licking and nipping my way down her stomach
, her sides, her hips, until I came to the apex between her thighs.

I spread her wide, wrapped my arms around her thighs
, gripped her hips and I kissed the inside of her thigh.

She smelled so damn good.

“No, Adam, I don’t want to come. Please, let me go,” she said in a breathless whisper. I didn’t know if she meant she didn’t want to come at all or come like this, but she sounded desperate to do just that.

I lifted, bit the inside of her thigh and sucked hard.

"Not too hard," she whined, but I wanted my mark on her too badly to stop. I needed it on her and when I knew it would be purple enough, I lifted.

M
y eyes immediately hit her pretty, pink, needy sweet spot and my dick wanted to skip this part and go straight for balls deep, but my mouth had other ideas.

I had to taste her.

And without wasting any more time, I did. I licked her once, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to taste more. I brought my hand around, desperate to feel her and I entered one finger.

Mia gasped
.

"
Already so fuckin' wet for me, Baby," I breathed against her skin, more than pleased. I curled my finger and worked her, in and out, over and over as I ate her up with my mouth. When she moaned my name, I added another finger and she groaned. I heard the handcuffs rasp against the headboard as her thighs tightened around my face and I looked up to see her eyes closed.

I felt her insides clench around my fingers, but
I knew she was holding back.

"Come for me, Mia," I demanded
roughly. She shook her head, fighting me, but I knew it wouldn't be long. I picked up the pace, my tongue and fingers claiming her, hitting her simultaneously in all the right spots.

"Oh
my God," she breathed, panting.

Her thighs tightened even more
and her legs lifted. She dug the heels of her feet into my back, turning me more the fuck on, and I was done. I needed her to come now and fast, because I needed inside her more than I needed my last breath.

"Come on,
Baby," I urged, talking against her already sensitive flesh, breathing on her as my fingers massaged her sensitive core…and that was it.

She came
undone in my hands.

Her body tensed and her back arched off the bed.
I knew I’d have indentions, possibly bruises on my back from her heels.

"Adam!
" she called out as she rocked back and forth against me and came hard.

Her muscles clenched around
my fingers, and when I felt her climax finish, I refused to give her an opportunity to calm down. I wasted no time crawling up her body. I put my face right in front of hers, she was breathing hard and a single, lone tear slid out of the corner of her eye.

I kissed it away.

I framed her face with my hands and locked eyes with hers, staring deeply into the dark green depths that held power over me. There was always something behind her eyes...trouble, probably…I wasn’t sure, but they always captivated me.

I reached down
between our bodies, never took my eyes from hers and caressed her again. She inhaled a sharp breath and I placed myself at her entrance.

I pushed the tip in
and my neck strained from holding back. Mia closed her eyes.

"Look at me,
Baby," I ordered and to my surprise, her eyes flew open and hit mine.

"You're not leaving me
. I won't let you," I informed her and pushed deeper.

She shook her head and whispered,
"Please don't."

"No. I own you," I growled and her eyes widened. "Just as much as you own me," I finished and filled her completely.

I caught Mia’s whimper with my mouth as I pushed in and out. I felt her tug on the cuffs and I opened my eyes, but I didn’t pull back.

"I want to touch you," she murmured against my lips
and I decided I wanted her touch, too.

As soon as I had her uncuffed
, I threw the key back on the stand, covered her body once more and entered her again. Mia wrapped her arms around my back.

“
You taste so damn sweet."

I wasn't going to last long and I needed her to come again.

I pumped harder and faster, and then her mouth was at my neck.

"Fuck
," I hissed, my hips grinding down against hers. A sheet of sweat covered both our bodies.

"Oh
God, keep going. Just like that," she urged against my ear, and my body was at her command, but it wasn't going to last long like this.

"Hurry,
Baby, or stop touching me," I muttered, trying to hold back, and luckily, it was only a moment later that she fell apart, calling out my name, digging her nails into my back, her body withering beneath mine and I followed her orgasm with my own, groaning into her mouth as I devoured it.

When it was all over, we were both breathing hard
and I felt Mia's heart pounding in a rhythm that matched my own. I dropped my forehead on her shoulder and fell on top her. I held myself up by my forearms, trying hard not to let her take all my weight.

Mia's arms embraced me fully as her
fingers drew lazily on my back, and emotions I wasn't used to nor liked over took.

"
I missed you, Freckles…I missed my wife," I whispered before kissing her shoulder. Her body trembled and I knew my words hit somewhere deep. I rolled to my side and took her with me. Her cheek pressed to my chest and I felt the wetness on her face like a knife to my skin.

She'd never be like this if it weren't for me.
She’d cried more tonight than she had the whole year and a half we’d been together. I'd fucked up so badly with her that I truly had no right to want her back, but there was no way I could give her up again.

I wasn’t an idiot
. I knew this was reality and not a fairytale. I knew that there was a possibility our marriage still wouldn’t work out between us, but the possibility of that happening was slim to none.

I’d make sure of it.

I just had to convince her.

"Shhhh...
don't cry, Baby. No more crying. We'll fix this...I'll fix us," I vowed and squeezed her as tightly as I could without breaking a rib. She probably regretted what just happened - the sex - but it happened. There was no taking it back and it didn't matter if she could. She wasn't getting away from me now.

I wanted to say more, but
I couldn't without breaking down myself, and I would never let that happen...not again.

My throat was tight
from holding back my own tears, and I wrapped my body around hers like poison ivy and tangled my legs with hers as though it would protect her somehow.

I had no idea how much t
ime ticked by, but it felt like hours before she finally stopped crying. I wondered if she had fallen asleep, until she moved to roll over without saying a word. I let her go, but as soon as she hit her other side, I wrapped myself around her back, threw my leg back over hers and held her firmly against my chest.

"What are you thinking about
?" I asked in her ear, petrified to hear the answer, but what she said shocked the shit out of me.

"I was thinking about how we first met
, and how you shoved yourself into my life…my heart. My world began and ended with you," she whispered and I squeezed my eyes shut.

I didn’t know what to say
, though I really didn’t want to say anything at all.

I always said the wrong thing
anyway, but nothing I could say would relay just how important Mia was to me. So, I held her and I kept holding her until I felt her body relax. Then I held her tighter, knowing I was never letting her go. She’d probably hate me at first, but in the end, I’d make her love me again.

Just l
ike she used to…

Chapter
Five

Eight years earlier…

Adam
Bryant

Twenty-Three Years Old

Whose bright idea was it to do this? And who the hell got fucked up only two days before they were about to start the police academy?

Oh yeah...me.

I am
such a dumbass.

I groaned.

The room was spinning, people were everywhere, but I couldn’t make out their faces anymore. I didn’t even know who half of them were, and my head was throbbing because the music was. I swear to God, if they played
Sir Mix-A-Lot’s
“Baby Got Back” one more time, I was going to punch a hole in the fuckin’ speakers. Good thing the apartment complex was full of college students and they were all here or else the cops would have been called long ago.

My buddies were dancing...
more like grinding against chicks’ asses in the living room. They were a disgrace to men everywhere. I had no damn idea why they didn’t just stop wasting their time and get down to the real grinding.

I shouldn’t have come over here, but it’s kinda hard to turn your friends down when they throw you a party
for graduating. Before coming here, I'd had a talk with myself and I'd told myself, “Self, do not end up shit-faced.”

But what happened?
I got shit-faced.

And I was so...fuckin’...drunk that the wall between the kitchen and the living room had to hold me up.

“Dude!” I heard called from my back and I twisted my neck - not the best move when the room was still spinning. Johnny walked up and stood right next to me.

“What’s up?” I asked...or at least I think that’s what I asked. I heard my voice and felt my mouth move, but who the hell knew. I swiped a hand down my face
in effort to clear my vision and it worked long enough to see Johnny was grinning and jumpy, both of which were never good signs. He was hyper and I was not in the mood for hyper.

“Missy came. I kn
ow you just hit that, like, a week ago, but you mind if I get in there, bro?” He clapped his hands together in excitement and I rolled my eyes.

Fuckin’ Johnny
.

I shook my head a little, again, not a good move. Sloppy seconds or not, Johnny didn’t give a shit as long as he got him some. And Missy would give him some and more
…I think.

“
It was a one-time thing, Johnny. I really don’t care one way or the other. Have at it.”

“Excuse me,
” I heard hissed from
really
close by and cringed before turning my head to face the seething female in front of me.