Tamed

by K. A. Robinson

  I stood and walked to the edge of the pool. “Hey, Chloe?” I called.

  She looked up. “Yeah?”

  “Come here for a second.” If I was going to do this, I would make sure that it was okay with Chloe first.

  She flipped off her raft and splashed into the pool before swimming over to where I was.

  After she climbed out of the pool, I said, “I need to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me.”

  “Okay…”

  “If I sleep with Jordan, will you have a problem with it?”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock. “Say what?”

  “You heard me. I won’t do it if it will cause a problem between us.”

  Her mouth was still hanging open. She finally closed it after a few seconds. Her eyes darted over to where Adam was still sitting. “But I thought you and Adam were together.”

  I laughed. “We’ve never been together, Chloe. We just use each other.”

  “Are you sure about that?” she asked, studying me carefully.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Amber, I…” She paused. “I don’t care if you and Jordan mess around, but I’m not sure you’ll feel the same way once the deed is done. I don’t pry into your life, but I know something is going on with you and Adam. Plus, I don’t want you to regret sleeping around.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she held up her hand. “I’m not saying that I’d ever judge you for your choices. I don’t think you’re a whore for doing what you do with Adam or anyone else. I just want you to be careful. You’ve been so different this past year.”

  “I’m not the only one,” I said stiffly.

  She frowned. “Point made. Just be careful, okay?”

  I nodded. “I will.”

  She reached forward and gave me a quick hug. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too. Now, I’m off to have some fun.” I winked at her and headed for the house.

  Now that I was sure Chloe wouldn’t be upset, I felt myself relax. I didn’t care if what I was about to do would make me look like a whore. I was tired of playing games with Adam. If that meant moving on to someone like Jordan, then so be it. Besides, Jordan seemed like a nice enough guy. It wasn’t like it would be torture to have sex with him.

  I climbed the steps and walked down the hallway to where Jordan’s room was. I knocked softly before pushing the door open. I stepped into the room and looked around. Jordan was lying on his bed with his hands under his head. He turned his head to look at me.

  “I wasn’t sure you would show,” he admitted.

  “I wasn’t either,” I said as I stepped closer.

  He sat up and threw his legs off the bed. “Looks like we both need some relief then.”

  I grinned. “Maybe…”

  He stood and walked the few feet to where I was standing. “Last chance to back out.”

  Instead of speaking, I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. My lips attacked his. I was desperate to feel something with him, even a margin of what I felt with Adam. I continued to kiss him, but nothing happened. It definitely felt good, but there was no spark, nothing at all.

  His hands cupped my ass and pulled me closer. His erection pressed against my stomach. Heat shot through my body. This was what it was supposed to feel like when you were with someone you didn’t care about. I felt no pull toward him besides my body’s natural instincts to fuck him.

  His hands slid up my body to my bikini top ties. He undid both of them, but he didn’t break our kiss. I pushed him away long enough to let my bikini top fall away. I grabbed the ties on my hips and undid them as well.

  I saw pure lust in Jordan’s eyes as he stared at my naked body. He undid the tie on his swim trunks and let them drop to the floor. I stared at his body appreciatively. He was nothing but pure hard muscle. My eyes dropped down further and stopped on his erection. He was larger than most men, but he couldn’t compare to Adam.

  Shut up! Stop thinking about him! Now wasn’t the time to think of Adam. I thought about him too much as it was.

  I grabbed Jordan’s hand and led him to the bed. I lay down with him on top of me. He kissed his way down from my cheek to my neck before finally stopping at my breasts. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I groaned. Despite the fact that I felt like something was missing, it still felt amazing. Jordan released my nipple and turned his attention to the other. After giving it the same attention, he slowly worked his way down my body.

  I squirmed when I felt his breath on my skin down there. “Don’t.”

  He raised his head to look at me. “What?”

  “Don’t…do that. Just fuck me,” I told him. I didn’t want this to be any more personal than it needed to be.

  He frowned but nodded, and then he kissed his way back up my body. He rolled over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. I watched as he ripped the package open and rolled the condom on.

  “You ready?” he asked as he climbed back on top of me.

  “Yeah,” I said as I closed my eyes.

  He entered me in one smooth thrust. My head dropped back onto the pillow, enjoying the feel of him inside me.

  Maybe I am a whore, I thought to myself as he began a steady rhythm. My hips rose to meet him each time. If I weren’t a whore, I wouldn’t enjoy this as much as I am.

  I shook those thoughts away as I clung to Jordan. His powerful body moved on top of mine, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed as he continued to pound into me.

  I glanced over his shoulder and froze. Adam was standing in the doorway, watching us. His eyes met mine, and I nearly called out his name when I saw the pain and anger in them. We stared at each other for a moment before my body betrayed me. An orgasm rocked through me. I closed my eyes as it worked its way through my system. I moaned, unable to stop myself. I felt my heart breaking as Jordan shouted his own release.

  When I finally opened my eyes, Adam was gone.

  Oh God, what have I done?

  Once Jordan and I finished, I dressed without a word and headed back out to the pool. Chloe gave me a questioning look when she saw me, but all I could manage was a small smile. I wasn’t ready to tell her how badly I’d fucked up.

  Adam never showed back up at the pool, not that I’d expected him to. The rest of us hung out around the pool until almost midnight. Finally, when exhaustion was threatening to take over, we called it a night. I glanced at the couch as I passed through the living room, debating on whether or not to sleep on it instead of going up to my room. I knew Adam was in there, and I didn’t want to face him. Yeah, I knew I was a coward.

  Chloe saw me and waited for me at the base of the stairs. I gave her another weak smile as I moved in her direction.

  “Everything okay?” she asked quietly.

  “Yeah, everything is fine,” I lied.

  “You sure about that?” She glanced up the stairs to make sure we were alone. Everyone else had already disappeared. “Did you and Jordan…”

  “Yes,” I said, unwilling to give her any more details.

  Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she masked her surprise. “Oh, wow. I didn’t think you two would actually do it.”

  I shrugged. “He’s hot. What can I say?”

  She studied me carefully. “I take it that it didn’t go well?”

  I gave her a confused look. “It went fine. Why wouldn’t it?”

  She frowned. “Then, why do you look like someone kicked your puppy into oncoming traffic?”

  I winced at that thought. Poor puppy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  I started to walk away, but she caught my arm and pulled me back. “Amber, what happened?”

  I hesitated before finally caving. What would it hurt for her to know the truth? “Adam saw us.”

  “Oh.” She didn’t even try to hide her shock this time. “I take it he wasn’t happy.”

  “He didn’t say anything. He just…w
atched me. Then, he left.”

  “That explains why he didn’t come back out to the pool.” She sighed. “No matter what you say, I know something is going on between the two of you. I see the way you both look at each other when you guys think no one is watching. It’s more than just using each other.”

  “You’re wrong. We don’t feel anything for each other.”

  She laughed, but it was cold. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  I pulled my arm from her grasp. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I started up the steps, but I stopped when she called out my name.

  “Amber?”

  I looked back at her. “What?”

  “We leave in the morning. It’ll be a while before you see him again. Tonight is your only chance to fix this.”

  I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned and continued up the steps. When I reached the top, cold dread settled over me. With every step I took down the hallway, the feeling grew worse. By the time I stopped in front of my bedroom, my entire body was screaming at me to run away. I had no idea how Adam would act when I walked into that room. I doubted if tonight would end well.

  I took a deep breath to settle my nerves before quietly opening the door. I slipped into the dark room and closed the door behind me. The only light in the room was from the moon. It shone brightly in the sky, letting small fragments of light slip through the window. I slowly walked toward the bed, my eyes on Adam. All I could see was the outline of his body under the covers. I stopped next to the bed, my eyes never leaving his sleeping form. Now that I was closer, I could make out the shadows of his jaw and the way his hair fell over his forehead.

  I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again. This wasn’t what I’d expected to find. I thought that he’d be up, waiting on me. Instead of feeling relieved, the pressure in my chest tightened. I had no idea what to think.

  After a moment of standing there, watching him sleep like a creeper, I turned and opened one of the dresser drawers. I pulled out a pair of underwear and a nightshirt. After pulling my bikini off, I pulled my nightclothes on and walked back over to the bed. I slid under the sheets, careful not to wake Adam. I stared up at the ceiling for a while, listening to the deep rhythmic breaths he released, until sleep finally pulled me under.

  Something woke me. I wasn’t sure what, but my whole body was tense. I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that more light was filling the room now. It was still semi-dark in the room, but I knew it would be dawn soon. I turned my head and looked over to where Adam was sleeping. My eyes widened when they landed on him. He wasn’t sleeping at all. He was staring at me, no trace of sleep in his eyes, but there was something else in them. I was afraid to look too closely to know what it was.

  “Morning,” I croaked, my voice thick with sleep.

  He didn’t say anything at all. He just kept staring at me. We watched each other for another minute before I looked away.

  I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or hurt or if he even cared at all. Yesterday, I had been so sure that I saw pain in his eyes, but it definitely wasn’t there now.

  My eyes moved back to him as he moved closer. He stopped when our bodies were mere inches apart. As he looked down at me, his eyes hardened. I gulped, truly terrified of what he would say when he finally decided to speak to me.

  He lowered his head, ran the tip of his nose down my cheek, and burrowed it in my neck. He exhaled sharply before pulling away.

  “You smell like him—still,” he said.

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “You. Smell. Like. Him.” His eyes narrowed. “Jordan.”

  “Oh.”

  He looked away finally, but I saw the way his hands clenched into fists against the sheets.

  “Adam…” I said, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

  His gaze found mine again, his eyes still cold. “I’m not sure what pisses me off more—the fact that you fucked someone else while I watched or the fact that it actually pissed me off to see you with another man’s cock inside you.”

  I looked away, but that didn’t stop him from speaking.

  “I think it’s the latter. Jesus, Amber. I’ve never wanted to beat the fuck out of someone like I did yesterday. He was inside you, and he got you off. I heard you cry out when he made you come.”

  “I don’t know what you want me to say,” I said quietly.

  “I want to know why you went to him instead of me if you wanted to fuck. I was right there. I saw you leave the pool to go find him.” His voice was deadly calm.

  I didn’t dare look at him as I spoke, “He offered.”

  “And you felt the need to take him up on it?”

  I shrugged. “Why not?”

  God, he was saying so much, but at the same time, it was nothing at all. His voice, the tightness of his body, his eyes—they all told me he was angry. He cared about me. He could lie all he wanted, but he cared. If he didn’t, Jordan and I being together wouldn’t affect him this way.

  “Why not?” he repeated. “Why the fuck not? Because I was right fucking there, Amber. If I’d known you wanted to fuck, I would’ve taken you up here and shoved my cock inside you. You didn’t have to find some other guy to do it.”

  “Why does it matter to you so much, Adam? I heard you loud and clear the other day. We’re not anything. We fuck, and that’s it. You fuck other women, and you told me that you didn’t care if I fucked other men. Those were your words, not mine. It shouldn’t bother you that I was with him.”

  His breath caught, and I finally looked at him. His eyes held so much anger and pain in them. He looked ready to crack.

  “It doesn’t mean I wanted to watch you fuck him,” he finally said.

  “Then, you shouldn’t have followed me upstairs,” I shot back.

  He ran his hand through his messy hair, his fingers clutching at it as if he wanted to pull it out. I wasn’t sure if he was just plain pissed off or if something more was bothering him at this point.

  “I can’t stand to fucking lie here next to you while you smell like him!” he finally said, his voice nearly shouting.

  “Wha—” My voice got caught in my throat when his mouth covered mine. I hadn’t even seen him move.

  His lips parted, and his tongue thrust into my mouth. I made a sound in the back of my throat as our tongues tangled together. He pressed his body down on mine, and I could feel his arousal against my stomach.

  He continued to explore every crevice of my mouth, tasting me in a way he never had before.

  “I’m going to erase him,” he whispered as he pulled away.

  I locked my fingers in his hair and pulled his lips back down to mine. I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him. We shouldn’t be doing this. I knew that. We needed to talk, to sort out whatever the hell was happening between us, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  My hands slid from his hair down to the smooth skin of his back. I traced his shoulder blades with my fingers before moving them lower. He sucked in a breath as I explored him. The whole time, our mouths never separated.

  He pulled away long enough to rip my shirt up over my head. He tossed it away before lowering himself again. My pulse quickened as I felt my nipples brush against his chest. I lived for moments like these when nothing was between us. Skin-to-skin with Adam was the only time I felt like we were truly connected.

  His hands found my hips, his fingers digging into them as he tried to pull me closer. I wanted closer. I needed closer. I wiggled underneath him, and he groaned, his fingers tightening around my hips. In the back of my mind, I wondered if he’d leave bruises, but I didn’t care.

  I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring at me as he kissed me deeply. My breath froze in my chest as I stared into his dark depths. They were so full of passion, of desire. I needed him more than I’d ever admit out loud.

  Adam was everything to me. I loved him. In that moment, I knew it was the truth. Despite his f
aults, the way he whored around, I loved him. I wanted more than just sex from him. I wanted him to be mine. Admitting that to myself was a lot harder than I had imagined, but I knew it was the truth.

  He closed his eyes as he pulled his lips from mine. He kissed along my jaw, stopping briefly to suck on my earlobe. I jerked, pressing my hips against his. He hissed as he ground his hips against mine. Without a doubt, I knew that he would be inside me in a second if it weren’t for my underwear and his boxers.

  I ran my fingers down his sides, digging in with my nails as I went. He made a sound so deep and so primal that I almost came right then and there. He released my hips, only to catch my hands in his iron grip. He raised them above my head, pinning them there.

  Without looking at me, he lowered his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The wet warmth of his mouth was enough to make me moan, but when he gently bit down on the tip, I lost control.

  My body exploded. An orgasm crashed down around me. Breath left me, and all I could concentrate on was the way his tongue circled my nipple and the heavy feel of his hard cock against my stomach. Coherent thought was nowhere to be found. The only thing I could feel was the pleasure coursing through my body.

  When I finally came back down, I opened my eyes.

  He released my nipple and stared at me with a look of awe on his face. “Did you just come from only that?”

  I nodded, suddenly embarrassed.

  He grinned, the first one I’d seen in what felt like years. “I knew I was good, but damn, I’m a fucking god.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

  His expression turned serious. “Oh, I’m done talking.”

  He kissed a trail down my stomach to the top of my underwear. His tongue slipped under the band, and I moaned. I could feel his lips turn up into a grin as he kissed my skin. He released my hands and grabbed the top of my underwear. He ripped them off, the frail strings snapping, and tossed them away.

  He spread my legs and dropped his mouth to the apex of my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath as his warm tongue ran across my clit. He sucked it into his mouth. I tried to buck my hips, but he grabbed them to hold me in place. I attempted to break his hold, but it was no use. I thrashed around before wrapping my legs around his neck to push his face deeper into me.