Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  “Christ!” he growled as his cock impaled me, momentarily paralyzing me as he guided himself, seating deeply inside me. “Why do you always feel the same—just fucking perfect and so beautifully tight?” His left hand cupped my face, staring at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes had always possessed the power to disarm me.

  His cock was still deep inside of me, throbbing enormously from blatant arousal, but he remained still, unmoving as he penetrated deeply into my eyes. In this instant, I wasn’t sure what was going through his head. It was hard to read him.

  “I haven’t really looked at you, truly looked at you since that night in the middle of the rose bushes while moonlight kissed your skin.” It had been our last night together before I had broken his heart the next day.

  Right now, he had this expression on his face, as if mesmerized. He took his time, caressing, memorizing every contour of my face, as if he was reacquainting himself, as if noting everything he could remember.

  “You’re eyes haven’t changed much. You’re still unbelievably beautiful. It hurts to look at you sometimes.”

  It felt surreal, as though I was hallucinating that he was gazing at me like he used to. It was bittersweet, and I couldn’t help being pulled into it, exalting in his touch. It was as if he really was touching me for the first time. In a sense, he was after all these years because it was the first time he had touched me with tenderness.

  When his thumb reached out to my bottom lip, grazing it lightly at the tip, my tongue inadvertently came out to slowly taste it, making him grunt in response.

  “Ava,” he said hoarsely, the pull of desire hanging between us like magnets attracting each other. “I used to love kissing these lips.”

  The look in his eyes, the feel of him inside me, caused me to barely hear him properly. I couldn’t tear my gaze off him as I breathed him in, basking in the very feel of him. The love I felt for him had seized me whole.

  Fulfilling my own curiosity, I touched his face. I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I had this sudden urge, this need so strong I couldn’t help succumbing to it.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait forever,” I rushed out my apology, just as I brusquely brought his face towards mine, kissing him as ravenously as I could. I kissed him hard, like it was a punishment and a blessing. I kissed with my heart, my all, and he eagerly responded in the same alarming hunger. He made a guttural sound that reminded me of a famished lion that was about to lose control as it greedily feasted on its capture.

  He took everything he could, stripping me bare with every kiss he granted me. He felt like a man out of control, almost slamming me against the wall as he took my leg and harshly withdrew before driving into me with such an obliterating thrust it took my breath away.

  “Ava—” he said in between kisses, withdrawing and sliding his cock back inside me with the same ferocity. “Damn you. You fucking always make me feel like an animal! This need to be inside you is maddening. You’re all I think about.”

  “Take as much as you can, then. Feast on this hunger. I’m yours for however long you want me.” It was hopeless fighting my love for him. I was battling something that was larger than life. There was no point in denying myself, even if I could be with him only for a short amount of time.

  He gave me a doubtful look, appearing almost nervous as I noted the bobbing of his throat. “I might not stop for days—weeks even. Are you sure you can handle that?”

  “For you … only for you. I’ll endure anything to please you.”

  Chapter 146

  Ava

  An odd sensation woke me from my deep slumber. Without opening my lids, I noted the achy muscles and the soreness between my thighs. It almost made me smile, thinking how ravenous Reiss had been. When he’d said he could fuck for days, he had truly meant it. However, after the third time he had taken me, I had been ready to wave my white flag, begging for a short hiatus. I remembered us falling asleep on the bed.

  Even though I hadn’t opened my eyes yet, I knew he was intensely staring at me. The old Reiss used to study me whilst sleeping and defenseless. Although, with this new version of him, I wasn’t sure what ran through his mind. I was more afraid he regretted it now that he had been given the chance to pause and think properly without his cock leading his reasoning.

  The idea of him regretting it almost brought tears to my eyes. But, if it did happen, I shouldn’t take it too hard. He was a virile male who enjoyed women, and I was the ex-lover whom he needed to get out of his system. Once he got his fill, he’d resume his hankerings of beautiful women. What a truly sad thing to think about after what I had just shared with him, but it was my reality and there was no point in sugarcoating the truth.

  Not wanting to be exposed and vulnerable to his scrutiny, I slowly shifted to the other side, facing away from him. Regulating my breathing, I thought of calming clouds or anything of that nature when I felt his hand against my back, softly tracing my spine. He took his time, gliding against my skin before I felt the heat of his body slowly moving behind me. His lips were the first things I felt as they left a soft kiss on my nape.

  “You still look like the girl I fell in love with all those years ago,” he started saying as his fingers caressed the side of my hips while his lips left tracks against my shoulder blades. “It’s unfortunate I can’t love you the way I used to. Everything is too late for us. Don’t ever fancy yourself falling in love with me. It’ll only ever hurt you.”

  His words struck me hard, leaving me hurt while he tried to ease the pain with his kisses. Did he know I was awake and that was why he thought giving me a warning whilst softening the blow would make things easier for us? What if I told him that it was much too late, that I was in love with him? Would it make a difference? Somehow, I believed it would make him run, avoiding me like the plague. It was best if I kept that secret to myself, or I might end up regretting driving him away. Once was enough. I doubted I’d survive being excluded from his life for a second time.

  I fell asleep with my troubled thoughts leading the way. Even though he was holding me close, breathing evenly against my neck, the sweet gesture brought little comfort after his words had ingrained themselves into my mind, burning into my soul, leaving me empty and hollow and utterly incomplete.

  Hours passed, and I woke up in the same position, with him spooning me from behind. Slowly glancing at the time, I almost choked on my saliva when I saw it was one in the afternoon. “Reiss, wake up!” I tapped him on the shoulder a few times before he started to grumble in protest. “It’s one p.m., and you’re bloody late for work!”

  He said something inaudible before his hands reached for me, pulling me back against his hot, hard body. “The world will survive without me for a day,” he softly whispered behind my ear, just as I felt his cock slowly growing against my bottom.

  “You can’t be getting randy when you’re late for work!” I reprimanded him, even though my body was in tune with his, readily responding.

  “Of course I’m randy … I’m next to you.” He grinned as he shifted me onto my back while situating himself above me. “Open those glorious legs, love. I need you … desperately.”

  “Don’t you even care that you’re not at work?” I found myself smiling as I gazed at him, temporarily banishing the words of warning he had spoken last night.

  Bringing his face to mine, I softly kissed him. After a few minutes, we broke apart, feeling as if we were back to the old us. My left hand reached out to touch his chest, wanting to trace it, when something caught me off guard. My wedding ring had disappeared, replaced by another ring.

  Staring at it wildly, I disentangled myself from Reiss as I placed my hand before me, clueless as to what was going on. “Reiss, my wedding ring … it’s gone.” Panic seized me as I looked at him, uncertain what to think. Without that familiar ring, I felt naked.

  He suddenly had this serious expression. “I took it off last night, replacing it with the ring I chose for you.”


  “What?” I shrieked. “Why would you do that? Can you please give it back?”

  “You still don’t like any ring I get you, it seems. I guess some things just don’t ever change.”

  His stony expression made me gaze at the ring. His ring.

  “But, I haven’t said yes …” The words echoed around me as I admired the beautiful, antique sapphire setting with a diamond eternity band. As if being proposed with a fake marriage wasn’t humiliating enough, the beautiful ring made me feel gaudy, like I was temporarily filling someone else’s spot.

  “I see. Of course you wouldn’t marry me.” He shrugged as though he didn’t care one way or the other as he slowly slid off the bed, gloriously naked with his morning wood protruding proudly. He went to the coffee table across the bedroom before returning to me with Ashton’s ring. “Here. I meant to give it back to you when you woke, but I got distracted.”

  Taking the ring out of his hand, I murmured a small thank you. Then I watched while he started to stride towards the bathroom, making me suddenly feel ill because I knew he was going to leave. He felt like I was rejecting him, but it wasn’t him that I was rejecting; it was the manner in which he had proposed that I didn’t agree with.

  “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

  “I am. I have to go see your father and tell him that we’re not—Well, you’re not going through with it. The lawyers need to be told … and I need to get away.”

  I could hear the shower being turned on, and I launched off the bed, not bothering to cover myself as I went inside the bathroom, gripped by the fear that I had already lost him.

  “So that’s it, then?” I half yelled at him just as he was about to get into the shower.

  The man who had been smiling down at me less than ten minutes ago was long gone. “What’s it, Ava?”

  “You fuck me until you’re sick of it, and then you just leave.” Hurt had triggered my words, but I kept it hidden, only showing him my anger.

  “I’m leaving because I have to!” His face contorted as he hungrily roved his eyes all over my body. “I’m leaving because…” He took a deep breath, lost for words. “Maybe because you’re being bloody insufferable, walking in here stark naked. Fuck!” he growled as he yanked me towards him, capturing my lips as he lifted my body and situated me on the marbled countertop before he stepped in between my legs, never letting go of my lips.

  “Just one more. I swear I’ll leave you be,” he hissed as if he was asking for permission. “Just one more …” He barely finished saying the words before he hurriedly drove himself into me. “Your cunt is my drug. I can’t get my fill of it. God help me, I just fucking can’t.”

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned, begging for him to continue. “Pound me harder…”

  “Don’t talk dirty, or I might not last long,” he warned as I clung to him harder, more eager for him to do as he pleased.

  “I don’t care, just, please, fuck me. I need to feel all of you.”

  He stopped, cupping my face with both hands as we panted at each other. “Say you’ll marry me.”

  Not again. “Reiss—”

  He shook his head before placing his thumb on my lips, shushing me. “Marry me, and I’m all yours.”

  What did he mean by all yours? Like he’d grant me my wish by shagging me senseless until I’d satisfied my urges … or he was all mine forever, as my husband, my partner for life? Somehow, I had a feeling that he meant the first one, although hearing him say those words had made me feel dizzy.

  “Ava?”

  “For how long?” I heard myself say. “For how long do you want us married?”

  “Until you decide to divorce me.” There was a new determination on his face, making me even more drawn to him.

  Could I do it—marry him and pretended that I didn’t love him to distraction? Could I turn a blind eye to his sex life and focus on him wanting to be a good father? Maybe … for however long I could endure it.

  “Okay, I’ll do it.”

  “Say it louder, Ava. I can’t hear you,” he teased just as I felt his hand reach for my left hand then onto my ring finger, making sure the ring was still there.

  “I said I’ll marry you.” Smiling though my heartbreak, I let his touch cure a little of the pain that wracked my body. “I’ll marry you.”

  “Christ, stop gripping my cock like that,” he protested with a little thrust of his hips. “Don’t stop telling me, love. I want to keep hearing you say it. I want to hear it until I’m deaf from you screaming into my ears.”

  And so I did. I chanted my promise to him as he took my body to new heights, riding along the waves of my ecstasy as he spilled his seed into my womb. Hissing my name out, he took a bite of my shoulder right where it connected to the base of my neck, making me scream into oblivion as I came again on his raging cock that still kept spilling semen into my depths.

  I love you, I thought painfully as he hungrily kissed me, almost making me believe he, too, felt the same, that he was just as in love with me as I was with him.

  “How long before my divorce from Ashton takes place once everything is signed and submitted?” Glancing at Reiss as he tapped on his phone, I was hoping he’d know more because I had no idea what to do from here. Earlier on, he had mentioned that my father had everything handled, but since I wasn’t speaking to my father just yet, Reiss would have to be the one I bothered with all these divorce-related questions.

  “Hmm?” he responded, clearly distracted by whatever it was he was doing.

  I sighed, feeling as though I was an absolute nuisance. “Never mind. Well, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere to have dinner.” We’d been staying in all day, and I felt the need for fresh air.

  “Sorry, but I can’t. I promised my mother I’d take her somewhere tonight. Besides, I have to give her the update that she’ll soon be a grandmother.” He smiled, reaching out to touch the loose hair on the side of my face.

  His mother … damn.

  “How are Marie and your father? I hope all is well.” I hadn’t really spent much time with them when I had been seeing Reiss back in the day. I supposed we had been so bent on keeping our relationship a secret I didn’t really bother with any relationship to either of them.

  “They’re both well and retired. My father developed a severe back problem after he fell off the ladder whilst trimming bushes that were ten feet high. I was in university at the time, so I couldn’t possibly support them then. He had kept on working, enduring his pain to support mum and him. But the second I graduated, I gave them my first paycheck. And, from then on, I started giving them about half of it since I really didn’t need much to survive. They were old and I was young; I could make that small sacrifice just so they could stop working. It was my turn to take care of them, and I haven’t backed down from that promise.

  “At first, my mother wasn’t quite keen on taking my money since I had barely started working and was only getting paid at the minimum, but I convinced her otherwise. They’ve done enough for me. Besides, my parents were my purpose behind all the hard work, all the late nights, and lack of sleep. I did it to ensure their retirement as much as my future.

  “I see mum at least once a week and my father, as well, on the occasion that he’s willing to drive to London. But we do get together as a family once or twice a month.”

  My heart swelled at his speech, imagining him working rigorously in hopes that he would soon support his aging parents. He was a good man, and our child was blessed to have him as a father.

  “Your parents are quite lucky to have you as their son. You love them with all your heart, uncaring about the sacrifices you’ve made for them. Others your age would have splurged their first pay on partying or shopping. You’re a brilliant man. I’m sure most people tell you that, but I want you to hear it from me. You are…” I whispered before getting up from the couch to reach across the opposing seat and giving him a grand hug. “You’re going to be a brilliant father, Reiss. I just know i
t.”

  “You think so?” He gave me a doubtful look. “It’s daunting to think about it. The world is such a bitter place to be in. One mistake could finish a man. I hope I will guide my child to make better decisions in life. The thought of failing at being a parent makes me tremendously nervous.”

  “I have those fears, too. I’m sure it won’t be a walk in the park; I can guarantee you that. If it’s a girl, we’d better brace ourselves for the adolescent stage where everything she’s feeling will be much more intense because her hormones will be going haywire, and she’ll most likely be confused for a while, searching for her ‘identity’—for what truly defines her. Not to mention the fact that we might have to sit her down for the birds and the bees kind of talk, which would truly be a hardship. And, if it’s a boy, the endless college parties and the throng of women, the influence of peer pressure, being inebriated along with drug use.” I let out a frustrated sigh, frowning as I looked at him. “The list could go on. You’re right, this bloody thing is really daunting.”

  “Cheers, love. Glad you’re seeing the big picture.” Placing an arm around me, he pulled me closer to his body. I then rested my head against his shoulder, imagining the future. “I must tell you, though, if it’s a girl, I’ll make sure no boy will come snooping when she’s of age. I’ll hound them until they’ve buried themselves inside their closets. No boy would make my baby their practice meat, not a bloody chance in Hell.”

  Slapping his chest, I applied pressure to push myself to see his face. “I was practice meat?”

  “No, of course you weren’t.” He paused, eyes fully wicked on me. “But, I dare say practicing with you was extraordinary.”

  Extraordinary.

  Hmmm. “I like that. I think that truly defines what you and I were back then.”

  “How about we do one more practice before I head out to see mum?” he murmured, nipping my nape all the way towards the back of my ear.