Текст книги "Rage"

Автор книги: Elizabeth Reyes

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Chapter 9

Addison

Shameful was what Addison would have been feeling if this were anyone else. The moment they closed the door to the private bathroom in her bedroom, he’d pinned her against the door and devoured her mouth. His eager tongue explored every inch of her lips and mouth feverishly. It wasn’t long before she was lifting her leg around him, making him automatically scoop her up by her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Between panty-soaking kisses, she’d told him she wasn’t sure how slow she wanted to take this but whatever they did tonight they had to do somewhere they could lock the door, even if it was just to make out. As crazed at it made her to finally be able to run her hands all over those muscled arms and chest—something she’d been fantasizing about doing for years—it was highly improbable that this would stop at just making out.

Clair was a deep sleeper when she was this exhausted, but there’d been a time or two Addison remembered her getting up and crawling into her bed in the middle of the night, even when Addison had been sure her daughter was completely knocked out. The last thing she wanted was for Clair to wake and find them making out in the front room where this started or, worse, in her bed if they took it there.

So she’d suggested the bathroom and AJ hadn’t hesitated. Now he had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around him as his bulging erection pressed against her aching crotch. She wanted him inside her more than anything. Maybe if her father hadn’t called him a class act more than once. Maybe if Clair didn’t gush about her best buddy on a daily basis. Maybe if he hadn’t made such a compelling argument about wanting more than just a fling—demanding that anything that happened between them would be serious and exclusive—maybe then she wouldn’t feel ready to rip her own panties off and spread wide for him. But who was she kidding? This wet dream come true was one she never imagined ever actually happening.

Even as she sucked those luscious lips she’d always known she could easily get addicted to, holding his face with both hands, and reminding herself that this was only the third time she’d been around him, the voice in her head pleaded its case. She wasn’t a virgin. She wasn’t a young innocent thing that hadn’t been around the block a few times. The man was impossibly sexy, and she was only human for Christ’s sake. She hadn’t been touched like this in years, and it’d been even longer since she’d had a man inside her. If that weren’t argument enough, this was AJ Romero!

Feeling his hands squeeze her ass under her shorts, as his kisses traveled down to her neck and sucked hard, she swayed her hips against his erection, making him moan against her neck. “You tell me,” he said breathlessly as he nipped her neck, “how far you wanna go.”

On that note, she brought his hand down to the top button of her shorts. He undid it and slipped his hand into her shorts and under her panties. Addison gasped when she felt his finger slide over her clit and sink into her. “Oh my God,” she whispered loudly as she sucked his neck.

With one arm around his neck, she brought her other hand to her shorts and started pulling them down. He pulled away to look at her. “You want them off?”

“Yes!”

In the next instant, he had both her shorts and panties off her and two fingers fucking her deeply. She sucked his neck even harder, moaning softly, mindful of Clair just a few doors down.

“I can get you off, but you have to be quieter, babe,” he said against her ear.

“Fuck me,” she said, making him freeze.

He pulled back and stared at her breathlessly for a moment then unzipped his pants. She’d begun to worry she might have to convince him to, but almost from the beginning when he’d made his “no pressure” comment, she could feel how undone he was becoming. She’d been right about his intensity spilling over to everything else he did. Within seconds, he had his pants down, condom on, and plowed into her without hesitation. She muffled her moans against his neck as he fucked her fast and furiously, slowing at only the most perfect moments. His timing was impeccable. Clearly, he knew exactly what he was doing. Her grateful already trembling body was devouring it.

“Yes,” she gasped. “It’s happening.”

He lowered his mouth to her neck again, sucking in the same rhythm he swayed his hips into her, and began to moan too. “My dick feels so good inside you. Come, baby.” He said the strained words as he continued to suck her neck and drive into her harder—deeper. “Come, Addison!”

Just as he said the words, she did so explosively she didn’t even realize what he’d done until she was moaning into a towel. It was by far the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Addison wasn’t sure if it was because of how long it’d been since she’d had sex or because this was AJ. But it was beyond any experience she’d had with a man. Not that she had a vast assortment of partners, but she’d had enough sex with Clair’s dad to know the difference between good sex and the kind of experience she’d never forget. This was something she already knew she’d never forget.

It wasn’t until she pulled away, still gasping for air, that she realized he, too, had come. He was still squeezing her ass cheeks as he leaned his hard body against hers, breathing just as hard. It was also then that she realized he’d pulled a towel from the rack next to them so it’d muffle her irrepressible moaning. A towel he now used to wipe them both clean as he slipped out of her and her feet hit the floor again. Her mother’s uber-expensive Egyptian cotton white towel.

“Oh my God.” She gasped when he tossed it onto the sink “We’re not even supposed to use those to dry our hands.”

She knew it sounded stupid, even as she bent over, still breathless, to put her panties and shorts back on. It was just one of those things people are into and her mother had always been into these types of things: outrageously expensive decorative items, hard-to-find stuff, and in some cases one-of-a-kind stuff. Like these towels for example.

Addison knew exactly how much they cost because, just last year, her father had Addison go on a wild-goose chase, trying to track down the manufacturer, who was considered more of an artist. He was one of the few towel manufacturers that still silk-screened their prints by hand. The double-rolled scalloped edges were also sewn by hand. This was her father’s birthday gift for her mother last year.

The moment she was all zipped up she hurried to the sink to assess the damage. “Oh, this is bad,” she said.

“I’ll buy new ones,” AJ said without a care as he wrapped his arms around Addison’s waist from behind and kissed her nape then rested his chin on her shoulder.

Addison could feel how hard his heart beat as he pressed his hard body against her back.

“No, you don’t understand,” she said, running the towel under the water in the sink even as the string of kisses he was now trailing down her neck made her shiver. “You don’t just replace these. This is one-of-a-kind.”

She glanced up, meeting his eyes in the mirror, getting caught up in those eyes, and staring at those lips. Jesus, he was gorgeous. Addison, on the other hand, looked all disheveled and flushed, very much like she’d just gotten laid. At least it was obvious she’d enjoyed it because Madre de Dios! If it weren’t for her mother’s damn towel, she might still be basking in the afterglow. Certain body parts hadn’t even completely calmed yet.

She remembered the liquid detergent she kept under her sink so she could hand-wash her delicates and bent over as she searched for it. Her still-tingling body parts suddenly clenched when she felt AJ’s hands at her waist and he rubbed his new erection against her ass.

“Damn, Addison,” he said, his voice just as strained as earlier when he was burying himself in her.

“Sorry,” she said, smirking at him through the mirror again. “I didn’t mean to get you going again.”

She straightened up, inwardly cursing the damn towel again. If it weren’t for her need to get it cleaned up fast, she might spin around and have another round of the ecstasy because she, too, felt ready for it again.

“Why would your mom keep towels in a bathroom if you’re not even supposed to use them for drying your hands?”

“I knew you’d ask that,” she said, turning back to look at him. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but since this is technically one of the master bedroom’s bathrooms, she doesn’t anticipate many guests using it. The ones who do are duly warned, and the rest of us know better. They’re purely for looks, almost like a work of art she’s displaying.” He kissed her when she gave him an apologetic face. “But I think I saved it,” she said as she held it up.

“Looks good to me,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her and kissing her neck.

Her entire body quivered again as he sucked a little harder. Addison wasn’t a short girl by any means. Growing up, she’d always been the tallest in her class. It was just another reason she’d been so drawn to baseball players. Most of them were taller than average. But AJ was huge. He made her feel tiny and delicate in his big arms. She took a deep breath then froze when she thought she heard something out in the hall. “Did you hear that?”

Instantly, his hands and lips were off her, and he backed away from her. “Your parents?”

She couldn’t help but giggle at his response. The expression his face was that of a terrified teenage boy whose girlfriend’s parents just got home early. Visions of this huge guy jumping out the back window made her giggle even more.

“No,” she whispered. “I told you they’re not coming home tonight. My dad doesn’t drive at night anymore. But wait here.”

He nodded, his eyes still looking completely alarmed. Addison left the towel in the sink and walked out quietly. She was nearly out the bedroom double doors she’d purposely left wide open when Snickers ran into the room and began jumping up at her knees.

“Oh, it’s you,” she whispered, feeling completely relieved.

She’d forgotten he wasn’t in Clair’s room when they got home. He must’ve been napping on the back porch and made his way in through the doggy door. Snickers was another heavy sleeper. At almost eight, his hearing wasn’t the greatest anymore. She hurried to Clair’s room so his barking when he saw AJ wouldn’t wake Clair. The sight of her daughter sleeping so soundly made her smile.

“Go night nights,” she whispered to Snickers, who ran straight to his little bed next to Clair’s and circled around until he dropped his body down into it.

Addison closed the door, rushing back to her room and to her private bathroom. A nervous-looking AJ pushed himself away from the sink where he’d been leaning and stared at her anxiously. “It was the dog,” she said, and the relief washed over his face instantly. “I put him in her room so he won’t bark when he sees you and wake her. But I have to get this in my mom’s dry cleaner machine.”

He gaped at her as she walked over to the sink to retrieve the towel. So she explained about her mom’s state-of-the-art in-home dry-cleaner system. She hadn’t thought of it until after she washed it gently and wondered how best to dry it without wringing it out.

AJ had slipped his hand in hers before they even walked out of the bathroom. The whole way to the laundry room they’d stopped every few steps to kiss. Addison giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl. She’d never experienced anything like this her entire school years, not even in college. She still couldn’t believe she was going to let this happen.

The electrifying excitement of this all was just too surreal. Her heart had been working overtime from the moment Clair told her AJ would be taking them to Galaxy Pizza. Not even when she’d gotten out to escort Harrison to the door of his house and spoken with his mother briefly had her heart taken a break. She knew Clair would very likely not make it home awake, and after AJ’s comments back at the pizza place, she wasn’t sure what the night would bring. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected this would happen.

When they reached the laundry, room her already overworked heart practically jumped out of her chest when he turned and closed the door behind him. “Does this thing lock?”

Feeling her face flush, she shook her head. “It doesn’t,” she said, her lady parts already alive. “But I just checked on Clair and she’s sound asleep. I can tell she’s gonna be out until morning.”

She opened the door to the dry cleaning machine just as his hands came around from behind and over her breasts as he squeezed gently. He groaned softly against her neck as he kissed it, still squeezing breasts she was surprised fit in his hands. But then everything about the man was much bigger in person than she’d imagined.

The moment she was done with the towel she turned around to face him. The way he lifted her and carried her over to the laundry room’s sorting and folding table was like he’d already had it planned. Like he’d staked out her mother’s ridiculously huge laundry room the moment he entered for the best place to do whatever it was he had in mind.

Addison didn’t think her heart could beat any wilder until he sat her at the edge of the table and spread her legs so he could stand between them. “We need to talk,” he said, surprising her. “I know it’s soon, but I’m only in town for another day, and I’ll be working most of it.”

“I’ll be at your game tomorrow,” she said this time, surprising herself.

Before tonight, she had absolutely no intention of making tomorrow’s game. Today’s appearance had been out of sheer necessity. She’d done it for Clair’s sake. Clair had looked forward to today all week, and while her parents never minded looking after her at the games, pawning Clair and her little friend on them today seemed a bit much. But tomorrow like Friday would’ve been just Clair and her parents again. Addison had already given them a reason why she couldn’t make it. Tonight changed everything. Nothing would keep her away from tomorrow’s game now.

“Good,” he said, pecking her softly. “But I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you said you want to wait to say anything about us to your dad and Clair.”

“Yeah,” she said, reaching out for his hand. “There’s more I want to explain.”

“You already have, sweetheart, and I get it.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I really want to explain this to you.”

AJ nodded, the genuine tenderness in his eyes nearly melting her. It was clear he meant it when he said he got it and that was just another reason why she’d given into her body tonight and gone there with him. His candor was one of the things about him she already knew was going to have her falling hard. It was a part of him that was as endearing as it was nerve-wracking. As with everything else when it came to AJ, his emotions were blunt and in your face. Good or bad. He couldn’t hold anything back if he tried. Addison had never known someone for such a short time that she could feel she could trust completely, even around Clair, and that was huge.

As soon as she’d let things happen between them, she was ready to do so again, but he was right. They should talk. It was important that he understand exactly why she wanted—needed—to hold off on telling her parents and Clair about this. And she wanted to make sure she got one thing absolutely clear.

“For all the intellect I was supposedly born with, I’ve made some pretty stupid mistakes in my life. Clair has been the silver lining of one of the biggest I ever made. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s who’s given me strength at some of the lowest moments of my life, and I’ll stop at nothing to protect her.”

“And no one would ever blame you,” he said, his eyes as serious as her words.

Addison smiled back, wondering if it were possible to fall in love with someone this fast. “I trust you, AJ. I really do,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I know I haven’t known you long, and this might sound like BS to you, but what happened tonight would not have happened so soon if I didn’t. I haven’t taken a risk like this in years. But trusting my instincts that you are a man of your word and deciding to take the risk is something I can only do with my own heart. It’s not fair to Clair to risk her little heart this soon. If, for whatever reason, things don’t work out”—she slowed but shook her head when she saw the distaste that remark gave him as it had earlier—“or if it turns out I made a mistake opening up my heart to you so soon, that’s on me. No one else has to be affected by this. My dad adores you”—she smirked—“in a manly way, of course.”

That softened the distasteful expression. “I adore him in a manly way too.”

“Seriously,” she said, smiling even bigger because everything out of his mouth now warmed her insides. “He really has the utmost respect for you, and I wouldn’t want to ruin his perception of you or your relationship with him.”

“I get it,” he said, pecking her sweetly. “I also get that your instinct to protect Clair and my relationship with your father is the only reason why your expectations of what this could become aren’t more optimistic. At least, I’d like to think that’s why, because, personally, I think we’re gonna make a pretty good team: you, Clair, and I.” Addison grinned, feeling delighted that he’d be thinking this way already until his next question. “Tell me about her dad.” That wiped the grin right off her face.

“There’s not much to tell,” she said, glancing away for a moment but then brought her eyes back to his. “He was a mistake I made when I was too young to know better. He said all the things a girl wants to hear until he found out I was pregnant. He was young and scared and insisted I terminate the pregnancy. The relationship I thought had been really beautiful up until then got nasty real fast, until I finally told him I was having my baby and he didn’t have to be a part of our lives.” She stopped and shrugged, reflecting for a moment how young and very naïve she’d been. “It was never my intention to trap him or anything. I just knew abortion wasn’t an option for me. But I can admit now that a part of my young broken heart thought maybe once the baby was born he’d come around. He never did.”

She raised a brow when she realized she’d said enough. AJ had the power to make her feel so safe and free to say anything to him. This was not something she’d ever shared with anyone, not even her parents, who she’d always been so close to. She certainly wouldn’t be sharing more of it with AJ. She’d told him everything he needed to know. It was all anyone needed to know about the chapter in her life she’d forever closed.

“Hard to believe someone could be so coldhearted.” AJ’s expression had already gone hard, but it went even harder now. “Especially since it sounds like it wasn’t just a physical thing you two had. You called the relationship beautiful. He must’ve had feelings for you that I doubt he was able to just shut off so easily. He never tried to contact you again?”

“He did,” she said cautiously. “But it was years later only to toy with my heart. He said that he missed me and thought of me often but still wasn’t ready for a family or to meet her. I know now he was just trying to stay in my good graces because, soon afterward, he contacted me to tell me he was getting married and he appreciated me not pursuing him with my kid.”

That sparked something in AJ’s eyes, the same familiar spark she’d seen many times in videos and stills of him on the web. That notorious spark had been caught in action shots just before he unleashed the rage. But he didn’t say anything, and Addison could almost feel him hold back from commenting, so she continued.

“Basically, it was his way of asking me to keep it that way. Apparently, he was never going to tell anyone about his love child. I vowed he’d never get the honor of meeting Clair. His having any part in creating her was a total fluke as far as I’m concerned. He doesn’t deserve any credit, and I’ll never give him an ounce. I won’t even utter his name ever again unless she asks me to. For now, it’s like he doesn’t exist. He turned out to be completely different from the person I first met. So I treat it as if I’d had an unknown donor.”

“She’s never asked about him?”

“She did.” Addison breathed in deeply, remembering the day not so long ago. “That’s how smart she is. She asked once way back when she started pre-school and realized most of the kids had dads. She was so young and her attention span so short I gave her a lame excuse that he lives too far to visit, and she quickly moved on to another subject. But I think she’s always sensed there’s more to why we don’t speak of him, so she hadn’t asked again until earlier this year. It was more of a curious inquiry out of the blue. ‘Is my dad still alive?’” AJ’s brow lifted, the severity in his eyes ever present. “Then came the dreaded one. ‘Why haven’t I ever met him?’ I told her what I’d always planned to tell her: the truth. Just because someone can physically make a baby doesn’t mean he has any business being a parent. He didn’t and that’s why he never has been. Then I told her I’d explain it to her with more detail if she still wanted to know when she got older. She let it go and she hasn’t asked again.”

“On that note,” he said, nudging her legs further apart and leaning in to lick her lips, “I think I’ll let it go too. I can think of a much better way we could be spending our time than talking about someone who doesn’t exist.”

Addison smiled against his lips, feeling her insides heat immediately. “In case you didn’t notice,” she said, feeling her face flush, “it’s been a while, AJ. I may be a little rusty at a lot of things. I guess I’m gonna need some practice before I’m up to speed.”

That made the new kind of spark in his eyes even sultrier. “I’m your Huckleberry.”

Laughing out loud at the Tombstone reference, she let her head fall back, and in an instant, his mouth was on her neck.