Текст книги "Until Fountain Bridge"
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side was Adam Gerard Sutherland. We had a history, and I wanted to keep adding years to
that history.
“I need to tell you something,” Adam faced Braden and I could feel the tension vibrating
from his body.
He was doing it. He was really willing to risk it for me. I squeezed his hand tighter.
Braden crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes moving from Adam to me and then back
to Adam again and I knew he knew but he wasn’t going to make it easy. “Go on.”
“You’re like a brother to me. I would never do anything to hurt you. And I know I haven’t
been what a brother would consider good material for his wee sister, but I love Ellie, Braden.
I have for a long time now, and I can’t not be with her. I’ve wasted too much time as it is.”
I don’t think either of us took a breath as we waited for Braden’s response. After a
minute’s contemplation he finally turned to me, his gaze softening. “Do you love him?”
Adam looked back at me and I was surprised to find a glint of insecurity in his eyes. Silly
man. I gripped his arm tighter to reassure him and then smiled at my brother. “Yes.”
And then quite casually, as if Adam and I weren’t tied up in knots over his possible
reaction, Braden just shrugged and leaned over to switch on the kettle. “About bloody time.
You two were giving me a headache.”
My muscles tensed in reaction. All this time he’d known? Adam and I had put ourselves
through pain and heartbreak these last few months and Braden had known all along how we
felt about one another.
“You really are a know-it-all pain in the ass,” Joss said for us all. She pushed past him in
annoyance and stopped to say more softly, “I’m happy for you,” to me and Adam before she
flounced down the hall to the bathroom.
Braden laughed softly. “She loves me really.”
The bathroom door slammed at that and Braden laughed again. Adam narrowed his eyes
on him. “I hope she puts you through hell, you cocky bastard.”
Braden smirked and shifted his gaze to me. “I had to make sure you were willing to fight
for her. She’s worth the fight.”
Adam sighed and put his arm around my shoulder, drawing me into his side so he could
kiss the top of my head. “I know that better than anyone.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled him, thanking whatever divine being out there that had added
another blast of light into my darkness.
***
For a moment I just lay there, my smile pressed into my pillow. Not only had I awoken to the
heat of Adam curled into my back, his forehead pressed against my nape in sleep, his heavy
arm draped across my waist and his right leg caught in between mine, but I’d awoken to the
lightness of remembered relief. I’d awoken feeling stronger than I had done in what had felt
like a very long time.
Yesterday, although I knew from the look on his face he wanted to come with me, Adam
had, along with Braden, Joss, Hannah and Dec, quietly remained at my flat while Mum and
Clark accompanied me to my appointment with the neurosurgeon. Dr. Dunham was a
pleasant man in his early forties who shunted the fear of God out of me and my parents with
five words, “There’s nothing to worry about.” He assured us that the cause of the physical
symptoms was actually a large cist attached to two very small tumors, and the cist was
causing pressure. He told us it had to be removed and because of its placement—on the
surface of my brain—there was very little risk to the surgery. Like two percent risk. He’d also told us that there was little chance of the tumors proving to be cancerous but that they’d be
sent off for biopsy to make sure. He’d scheduled me in for surgery in two weeks’ time, and
although now that I had time to think about it I was scared as all hell about going under the
knife, the relief of knowing that there was a massive chance I was fighting a small fight and
not one for my life was overwhelming and draining.
When I’d returned home to give everyone the optimistic news, Adam had surprised me by
kissing me right there in front of my parents. I was even more surprised to discover they
weren’t the least bit surprised. Afterward we’d all gone next door to the pub to gather our
thoughts and try to unwind from what had been the most horrendous twenty fours I’d ever
remembered experiencing. I sat in the pub with Adam on one side and Hannah curled into me
on the other, and, despite everything, I felt incredibly lucky as I gazed around at my friends
and family.
Mum and Clark eventually took Hannah and Dec home, Braden reluctantly left to give
Joss some space and Joss disappeared into her room to give me and Adam some space. We
ordered take away, which I ravenously ate since I hadn’t eaten anything for what felt like
forever, and hung out on my bed. We talked for a little while, but there was so much to talk
about it and I was too exhausted to give us the focus we needed. It seemed Adam was too
because he disappeared with our leftovers and returned only to cuddle up to me in the bed
and reach out to switch off the light.
Now I was awake with soft morning sun pouring in through my curtains, I was feeling
strong and ready to take on anything, and Adam Sutherland was spooning me.
It was kind of beautiful.
I felt his hair tickle my neck as he moved and his arm tightened across my waist. “You
awake, baby?” he murmured, sleep making his voice extra sexy.
My grin got bigger. “Yeah.” I lightly caressed his forearm. “You know in all the years I’ve
known you I’ve never slept near you. You make noises.”
I felt his chest move behind me in laughter. “Noises?”
Twisting now, so I could look into his eyes, I grinned up into his face as he leaned over
me. “You make ‘mmm’ noises.”
Adam grinned back at me. “What are ‘mmm’ noises?”
“You know ‘mmm’ noises. ‘Mmm’… when something tastes or sounds good.”
He grimaced. “Like ‘yum’ noises?”
“Exactly but you know, ‘mmm’…”
“I think I just took a hit to my masculinity.”
I burst out laughing and turned around so we were face to face, my hands reaching up to
stroke his jaw. “Don’t worry. I liked it. I just imagined the ‘mmm’s’ were for me.”
Wrapping his arms tighter around me and pulling my leg over his hip so we were crushed
together, Adam’s eyes grew drowsy and heated as he stared at my mouth. “They were for
you.”
“How could they be for me if you didn’t even know you make them?”
“Because I dream about you,” he answered instantly and I stilled in surprise. He felt it and
gave me a squeeze. “I’ve been having these dreams about you for a few years now.”
“What am I doing in them?” I asked somewhat breathlessly. There was a rising tide of
warmth in my chest, and an even hotter heat tingling between my legs at his confession.
His hand slid down my waist to caress my bum and then he pulled my lower body against
his and I could feel his morning erection pressing against me. I felt my nipples tighten in
reaction, and drew in a shuddery breath. “Sometimes we’re making love, other times we’re
fucking.”
I lifted my eyes to his, my smile dimming. “I don’t like that word.”
His mouth twitched. “You think it’s unromantic.”
He knew me too well. I shrugged unsurely.
“Els, wanting to fuck you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
Needing more clarification, I slid my hands down from his face and settled them lightly on
his chest. “What does it mean?”
His voice was hoarse now, “When I want to fuck you it means I’m in the mood for rough
and hard.”
To my utter shock his words were turning me on. I squirmed a little against him and felt
my cheeks flush. “I don’t think I’ve ever been…” I still wasn’t sure if I could say the word.
I’d admonished Joss so many times for using it because it was so tawdry sounding but when
Adam put it like that…
“Say it,” he whispered across my mouth. “I want to hear it from your sweet mouth, baby.”
I gulped and bravely met his eyes. “I’ve… I’ve never been fucked,” I whispered.
If it was possible he grew even harder against me and when his hand slipped between our
bodies and under my pants, his fingers thrusting gently but easily into me, Adam groaned.
“Baby…” he leaned into me, his mouth brushing mine, his tongue just touching the tip of
mine. “I think you like the thought of me fucking you.”
In response I kissed him. It was a deep kiss, one I meant to encourage the whole “f-word”
thing but instead it turned soulful and desperate.
Adam rolled me onto my back, pressing my legs apart so he could settle between them,
and when he broke our kiss it was to look into my eyes with such adoration I couldn’t
breathe. “I’m not going to fuck you this morning, baby. This morning I’m going to make love
to you. We’ll leave the rest until you’re recovered and at full strength.” His eyes darkened
with promise. “You’re going to need it.”
I grinned up at him, suddenly realizing that Adam was here, in my arms, talking about our
future together. It was a thirteen year old dream come true. “You have no idea how much I
love you.”
He nodded slowly, pushing my dress up my body. “As much as I love you.”
It was the first time he’d said it at a time I could allow myself to feel it. Those three words poured out of him and pooled into my chest and as I raised my dress over my head, lying
almost naked for his perusal I smiled shyly up at him. “You know, I don’t mind what we do
this morning. You can do whatever you want to me.”
To my surprise this caused Adam to groan and he dropped his head on my shoulder.
“Baby?”
He turned his cheek and pressed a kiss to my bare skin, his hands coasting up my ribs to
cup my breasts. I arched into his touch with a sigh as he replied, “How did I get so lucky?
Smart, funny, sweet, beautiful, passionate and she tells me I can do anything I want to her.”
He chuckled now. “There has to be a catch.” I blushed deeply and Adam raised his head to
witness it, laughing. “Fuck, I forgot modest.”
“Stop it.” I pushed playfully at his shoulders but really I needed him to stop or I was going
to start crying.
He laughed again, the rumbling against my chest doing happy things to me down south.
Giving my shoulder another quick kiss, Adam sat up, straddling me as he pulled off his t-shirt. I drank my fill, biting my lip as my eyes took him in. I’d forgotten how beautiful he
was—broad shoulders and lean muscles. Abs to die for.
His eyes never left me as his hands went to the buckle on his belt. I shivered with
anticipation as he undid it and drew his jean’s zip down. “This morning I’m making love to
you because our first time should be about that. Plus, no matter how great you’re feeling, and
I can tell you’re feeling a lot better, your body must still be exhausted. We’re taking it nice and slow.” He pushed down his jeans and underwear and my breathing stuttered as his
erection sprang free, jutting up and out, hard and throbbing. Now I knew why the bugger was
so confident. He was walking around with that in his trousers.
“You’re making ‘mmm’ noises,” Adam told me with laughter in his voice as he turned to
shimmy his jeans clean off.
“I am not!” I protested, blushing again, and realizing I’d been so lost in staring at him that
there was a great possibility I had been making ‘mmm’ noises.
“You were. It’s fucking adorable.” He turned back to me only to reach for my underwear.
I tilted my hips to help him ease them down my legs, and as he did he stopped every now and
then to kiss my bare skin. When the underwear was off, he pushed my left knee up and I
watched him with growing heat coiling in the pit of my stomach as he trailed kisses up my
calf, across my knee, and along my inner thigh. “Your legs go on forever,” he whispered, his
eyes lifting to meet mine. “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me while I’m inside
you.”
“Adam,” I breathed completely at his mercy.
I repeated his name on an even breathier breath when his head descended between my legs
and his tongue licked gently at my clit. He worked me with his mouth, kissing and licking
and sucking until I came fast and hard against him.
I was still crying out to God as Adam kissed his way up my stomach and then stopped to
draw my nipple into his hot mouth. He played with me a while, all the time murmuring
compliments and love words, until eventually I was wound so tight I begged him to come
inside me.
At the pressure of him between my legs I tensed and feeling it Adam threaded his fingers
through mine and held my hands down on the bed while he stared into my eyes, anchoring
me to him in every way he could. His lips parted on exhalation as he pushed inside me and
sank deep. I gasped and lifted my hips in instinct causing a delicious frisson of pleasure
through us both. Adam’s eyes grew lidded as he studied me, his expression tender. “I love
you, Ellie Carmichael,” he whispered, his words heavy with sincerity.
I nodded and moved my hips again, panting slightly as I replied, “I love you, Adam.”
His grip on my hands became almost painful and he slid out of me nearly entirely before
gliding back inside. I undulated against him, and we caught a wave, a slow rhythm that built
and built until I was desperate for the finale. My legs were wrapped around him now, my
thighs squeezing him tighter, begging for more.
“Adam,” I cried out, pushing against his hands, wanting to touch him, wanting to grasp
him against me. “Harder, please.”
He growled low in his throat and he pulled out only to slam back into me. I started
murmuring nonsense, mostly saying the word “yes” over and over again as he continued to
slam into me.
“Come for me, Els,” he demanded, his eyes on my face. “Come for me, baby.”
And like I’d been prone to doing for years, I gave him what he wanted. The rhythm hit its
crescendo and I broke apart on a scream as Adam pressed his cheek to mine and tensed. I
floated up around in post-orgasmic space and he shuddered hard against me as he came.
We were both panting heavily, both clammy with sweat, and I imagined we were both a
little jellified. I grinned at the ceiling. That was what happened when you had the most
amazing sex of your life. “Wow,” I whispered, sliding my arms around his back now that
he’d let my hands go.
Adam lifted his cheek from mine, his features relaxed with satisfaction. His dark eyes,
however, were glittering intensely. “Wow doesn’t even cover it,” he replied. “Been waiting
my whole life for that.”
I bit my lip because that was so nice I wanted to cry.
Sensing that, he smiled and gave me a soft kiss. When he pulled back he frowned. “That
was a bit of both.”
“What?” I frowned back at him in confusion.
“I started out making love to you but it’s your fault I ended up fucking you.”
“My fault?”
“Adam,” his voice went amusingly breathy as he imitated me, “Harder, please.” He shook
his head as I laughed. “I’m a man of great self-control but that…”
I squeezed my thighs around him again in delight. “Are you admitting I have power over
you, Adam Gerard Sutherland?”
His eyebrows puckered together as he shook his head in denial, a shake that quickly turned
to a nod as I giggled beneath him. He closed his eyes in what appeared to be pleasured pain
and suddenly he captured me around the waist and flipped us so he was on his back and I was
lying on top of him. He held me close and I relaxed against him, understanding dawning. He
just needed to hold me for a moment and remember I was okay.
Once again I was overwhelmed by the realization that he was in love with me. I smiled
against his skin and snuggled closer.
After a while he murmured, “You’re on the pill, right?”
I snorted at the unexpected question and lifted my head with a raised eyebrow. “Shouldn’t
you have asked that before you took me oh so wildly?”
He grinned up at me. “I wasn’t really thinking about anything but the need to take you oh
so wildly.”
“Well, not to worry. I’m on the pill,” I assured him and settled back on his chest.
“Wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” he murmured, stroking my hair.
I tensed. “Meaning?”
“Meaning if an accident happened it wouldn’t matter. An accident with you is a kid with
you.”
Shock held me completely frozen as I processed this. How many times had I heard Braden
joking with Adam about how terrified he was of getting a girl pregnant? It was one of the
reasons Braden suspected Adam never slept with the same girl twice. In his twisted male
logic he thought it meant it lessened the chance of an accident, or at least it lessened the
chance of a girl liking him so much she’d force an accident.
“You want a baby with me?” My throat croaked on the question.
I felt his knuckles brush down my spine in a caress that made me shiver to the tips of my
toes. “Ellie, I want everything with you.”
Tears glimmering in my eyes I lifted my head and replied softly, gratefully, “I never knew
you could be so romantic.”
Adam’s lips twitched in response and he shook his head against the pillow. “I’m not, but I
reckon I’d do anything for you and since that has included sitting through more romantic
comedies any man should have to endure, I know you’re a romantic… and I just want you
happy. I’ve got a lot to make up for.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “And you
make it easy.” He pulled lightly on a strand of hair, his expression suddenly serious. “But if
you breathe one word of it to your brother, or anybody for that matter, there will be
consequences.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I won’t tell, I promise. I like knowing something about you
no one else does.”
“Then we’re even.”
“How do you mean?”
He flipped me again and I squealed with laughter as he wrestled me back on the bed. Once
he had me captured with my legs wrapped around his waist, he kissed me and drew back to
murmur, “I’m the only one who knows sweet ‘butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth’ Ellie
Carmichael likes it when I talk dirty.”
Once again I felt my skin flush with embarrassment but I didn’t contradict him. I couldn’t
because he was so damn right.
Last First Chapter
“Okay, I’ve decided you can’t give these to Joss.” Adam slammed the diary closed. “In fact,
you may have to burn them.”
I took it off of him and added it to the pile. “Why?”
“Because you go into a lot of detail, Els. Not just about sex but also about what I say to
you before, during, and after sex.”
I tried not to laugh and failed miserably. “You mean the romantic stuff?”
He gave me an unimpressed look. “You are not giving that to Joss. She’ll tell Braden and
I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“You know Joss tries to be considerate since Braden’s my brother but sometimes things
slip and what slips is that he can be a romantic too.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose and I saw his mouth start to curl mischievously at the corners.
“Romantic how?”
I grunted at him. “As if I’m going to tell you and give you ammunition to torture him.”
“It’s only fair if you’re going to give him ammunition to torture me.”
Chuckling at his fear that my brother would discover Adam’s softer side, I shook my head
slowly and answered casually. “I’m not.”
“What do you mean you’re not?”
“I’ve decided not to give Joss the diaries.”
Cocking his head in confusion Adam’s eyes asked the question for him.
I shrugged. “I was going to up until that last entry. Reading it all just reminded me how
much we felt, how much we feel, and how much a part of us it is. It doesn’t belong to anyone
else and I guess I don’t want it to. It’s ours. Our history. Our story. And in a way our future too. As much as I love her, you’re right. I can’t give that to Joss. I can’t give these to her. ” I gestured to the diaries and then got up on all fours over the scattered mess in a move to put
them away. I was abruptly stopped by the pressure of Adam’s hands on either side of my
hips.
I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes widening slightly at the sight of him on his
knees behind me with the most carnal and possessive look on his face. My lips parted as he
pulled my arse into him and I felt his erection rub against me. “What are you doing?” I asked
on a whisper.
In response he slipped his hand around to the zipper on my shorts and tugged it down as
his other hand tugged the zipper down on his jeans. “In a little while we’ll go upstairs to
make love, but right now I’m going to fuck my future wife on top of our history.”
Somehow Adam managed to get the “f-word” into the most romantic sentence ever, and I
didn’t care. Instead I gasped as he rocked against me and hoarsely replied, “What about the
floor? We might scratch it.”
He stroked his hands up my spine and brought them back down to grip my hips and he
hauled me harder against him. “Do you really think I give a shit about the floor right now?”
I shook my head, already flushing with anticipation. “I’m guessing not.”
Adam grinned wickedly. “Let’s start the next chapter, baby.”
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Document Outline
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
