by Alexis Anne
She started to move back down the hallway but our conversation felt unfinished. “Lydia?”
She turned back toward me and smiled patiently.
“Thank you for letting me hideout here.”
She nodded once before turning back toward the kitchen.
Dinner was fun. Adam’s parents were great story tellers and clearly in love, moving closer after they finished eating and holding hands intermittently throughout the post-meal conversation. Everything was going along well until Adam mentioned his job offer.
“What?” Lydia sputtered. “You’re moving and changing jobs? When were you planning on telling us? Before or after you got settled?”
Adam didn’t look surprised by her reaction. He just shook his head. “Mom, don’t overreact. This is a good thing—you hated Germany.”
She pursed her lips and crossed her arms as she sat back in her seat.
“I’ll be closer to Paris,” he tried again.
Lydia’s lips twitched and her eyes lit up just a little. “But you’ll be travelling a lot more. Right now we get to see you regularly…a racing schedule? We’ve been there.”
“It will be fine.”
“At least when you were racing Indy cars you were here. Formula 1 is everywhere!”
Mark slid his chair beside Lydia and put his arm over her shoulder. “We’ve been talking about handing more of the business over to Tatiana…maybe this is a sign. Maybe it’s time to start travelling again.”
She glared at Mark, then Adam. “Are you two ganging up on me? All I want is to see my only son. Is that really too much to ask?”
“Yes,” Mark replied flatly. “You are being selfish. This is Adam’s dream job. It brings him a little closer to home and gives us a very good excuse to start visiting Paris again. Stop worrying and be happy. I have a feeling this is happening whether you like it or not.”
She looked helplessly at me and I shrugged. I had no say in this or anything else in Adam’s life. Lydia shook her head as if she were exasperated with me and turned back to Adam. “If I see you any less than I already do then I will make you miserable.”
Adam laughed and stood up, crossing the room and tapping his father on the shoulder. He took his father’s place and pulled his mother into a hug. “You aren’t losing me, Mom. You know that.”
She set her head down on Adam’s broad shoulder and sighed. “I know. I still worry.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
She nodded and sat back up, looking directly at me. “I guess you’ll be travelling more, too?”
That feeling you get when you’re dreaming about being on stage naked? Yeah, that was how I felt right then. Adam’s mother wanted to know if Adam and I were serious.
Adam spoke when I didn’t say anything. “We’re still working that out. This was a shock to all of us, not just you.”
Lydia pursed her lips and gave both Adam and me a good once over. I had a feeling she could read my thoughts as well as Adam could. “Alright. I’ll give you two space to figure things out. Dessert?”
I was so full after dinner that Adam basically tucked me into his bed naked when we got back to the apartment. Between the wine, the amazing food Lydia prepared, and the dessert of crème and chocolate…I was in a food coma. I vaguely remember Adam chuckling about keeping me away from his mother and then lightly kissing me on the cheek as he pulled the covers over my body.
So I was a little confused when I woke up hours later in the dark. It took me a few moments to remember where I was. The sheets were so unfamiliar and the room was facing the wrong way. I was cold. Adam wasn’t there again.
I sat up and tried to get my head straight. What time was it and where was Adam? I found my phone on the nightstand and pressed a button to light it up. One o’clock. That ache I only felt when I was missing Adam was back. It was going to suck when he left. There were no two ways about it. Suck suckity suck.
That was when I realized there was a sound coming from the garage. I slid out of bed and wrapped a blanket around me like a toga to keep warm. Sure enough there was light coming under the door to the garage.
I found Adam under the Duster, his jean covered legs sticking out, along with his obviously naked torso. I stood there and admired the view for a good two minutes, taking in every inch of the way his abs rippled as he moved, the way his grease covered jeans hung from his hips, and the way he made the sexiest grunts each time the wrench gave him trouble.
“How long you gonna be under there?”
He jumped, the sound of the wrench clattering to the ground as he dropped it. Then he slid out and grinned up at me. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” There was grease on his face and chest. He was hot as hell.
“Did I wake you?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I think I just missed you.”
He stood up and cleaned himself off, grinning like a fool the entire time. I never, ever imagined working on cars was so sexy…but it was. Especially on Adam. “What?” he asked when he caught me drooling.
“You look good, Adam Callaway.”
He reached out and grabbed my hand, yanking me against the hood of the car. “You look better.” He slid his fingers under the blanket and along my skin. It was electric to feel his touch. He smelled like sweat and car grease. He smelled like a man. It only made me want him more than I already did. “Ever had sex in the backseat of a classic car?”
I shook my head, eyes locked on his.
His breath hitched and I dropped the blanket, letting Adam push it to the floor. He pressed his half naked body into my completely naked one, cupping my face, kissing my lower lip, then my upper lip, before running his nose along mine and looking into my eyes. I felt him everywhere when he did things like that. It was as if he was lighting me up and turning me on from the inside out. It got harder and harder to breathe until I felt like I needed to melt into Adam.
He kept his hand on my face as his other hand travelled down between my legs and began to massage my clit to life. After a few swirls the heat and throb was almost painful and I had to adjust. Of course Adam was still wearing jeans, so if I was going to be hot and uncomfortable, I might as well get him naked. I moved his hand away from my clit so I could unbutton his pants, doing it all by touch since I couldn’t bring myself to break eye contact. He was mesmerizing.
When his pants fell to the ground he finally let me go, stepping back to kick away his jeans. “I should wake you up more often.”
“You didn’t wake me up,” I reminded him as he helped me up onto the hood. “I missed you.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat, moved between my legs, and practically growled as I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed a handful of his gorgeous hair.
“Careful, I’m horny. This may get rough fast.”
Rough sounded good to me. I’d been thinking too much. My feelings were all over the place. “Good,” I whispered in his ear. Adam’s reaction was immediate. He yanked me back down and spun me around so that I had to put my hands out on the hood to brace myself.
“My two favorite things,” he murmured as his cock rubbed along the entrance to my sex. “You and my car.”
“That makes you sound so possessive.” I kind of liked that Adam was feeling possessive. I wanted to be possessed. To be his, even if it was temporary.
“I know what I like,” he replied as he pushed slowly inside me.
I hissed through my teeth. Adam’s cock was always a lot to adjust to, even after all the sex we’d had. He withdrew and slid back in, moving deeper. I grew wetter to accommodate him. The pulse of my core and clench of my inner muscles asking for more.
“Oh, babe… the things your body does to mine.”
I grinned, knowing just how to play Adam. “You sure are taking your sweet time enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
He grunted and I felt the yank on my hair a split second before he slammed into me, pushing deep, but not quite as far as he could reac
h. “In a hurry to get somewhere?” he growled, wrapping my hair around his fist.
“Just to my orgasm. Or were you planning on making me beg for it?”
He pulled back and slammed into me again. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be screaming my name either way.”
“Harder,” I gasped and laid myself flat against the cool hood. I wanted him to obliterate every thought in my mind until the only feeling left was the warmth of his cock slamming into my body.
He yanked on my hair as he did exactly as I asked—only this time he stopped when our bodies finally locked together. It was easily the most satisfying moment of sex with Adam, outside of coming around his cock. “Shit,” he swore and draped himself over my back while buried inside me. For a moment I worried he was about to come, but then I realized he was simply savoring the moment. He took my right hand in his and threaded his fingers between mine while his other hand moved up my side, caressing the outside of my breast.
He kissed down my exposed neck and between my shoulder blades, leaving a trail of tingles that shot down my spine. His lips on my back and his fingers between mine were strangely intimate even though I was blind to him—all I could see were his arms as they flexed and strained.
He began to move, his fingers alternately relaxing and squeezing around my hand as he held it. I was splayed and used as Adam took what he needed from me—which seemed to be a combination of raw desire for my body and an intimate connection to my soul. The way he combined what his body was feeling with his emotions always surprised me. Was this something unique to Adam?
I continued to be baffled by how much I needed his body. I seemed to react strongly to everything about him. His scent, his cock, the way his muscles moved…I shook as the images flashed through my mind, ratcheting up my pleasure.
There was no two ways about it: I was deeply attracted to Adam. In a raw, animalistic way. A primal way.
But it was more than that. He didn’t make me come over and over solely because he was hot to look at and had a dick made to please. He drew out another level of pleasure I didn’t know existed before him. He turned me on with a well-placed word or look. He drove my lust up several levels by appealing to my mind and heart. He connected with me so that he wasn’t just fucking me with his cock that was currently pounding into me like a jackhammer—he also made sure I felt him inside where his fingers and erections couldn’t reach. Sex with Adam was an experience on an entirely different plane of existence. The kind I didn’t think I would ever find again.
There would never be another Adam.
“Backseat. Now.” I gasped, pushing back and away from the hood. Adam withdrew and had the door open in a flash, climbing in first and holding out his hand for me. I straddled him on the soft black leather, my knees pressing into the pocket where the seat back met the bench, wrapped my hands around the rounded top of the leather seat, and lowered myself down onto his waiting cock.
When we were locked together I felt the pressure inside where he was just a little too long for me to handle. My body expanded around him. I was swollen and so aroused it almost hurt. I didn’t just want to come—I needed to come so I could relieve the overwhelming need pooling between my legs and around Adam’s cock.
I rode him. My legs burned from the exercise and my fingers hurt from holding onto the seat so hard, but I didn’t care. Adam ran his hands up and down my bare back and the added sensations from his fingers skating along my skin felt amazing. I slammed down onto him hard, locking us together, and took a moment to enjoy the pulse of my body around his. My swollen clit heated as it sat against Adam’s warm skin, and there was a flutter inside me where my orgasm would start soon. A shiver ran over my sweaty skin as I fought to bring air into my lungs.
Adam wrapped his large hands around my hips and encouraged me to move. He picked me up and pulled me down until I took over again. It felt good to give him control for a moment—then take it back. He kept his hands on my hips, directing me and encouraging me, as I felt the jolt shoot through my body. I cried out as the heat suddenly built at the spot where his body met mine. My toes curled and my nails dug into the leather. My orgasm started as a flutter, then became a wave that never seemed to end. I buried my face in Adam’s neck. I yelled and moaned. He took over, moving me when I lost all sense of what I was doing. His skin was salty on my lips and I licked him, loving the taste of pure, sweaty Adam. I wanted him inside me anyway I could get him.
I was just reaching the euphoria stage when Adam began grunting. His muscles jerked and his fingers dug hungrily into my hips. I was a ragdoll on top of him as he came inside me. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh, god…Eliza—” my name caught in his throat and he pumped into me harder, a moan escaping from his lips as a whisper. “Beth…” It was a mess of syllables and noises. I loved the sound of his slurred words.
When he was done he relaxed against the seat, letting his hands fall away. He laughed and sucked in breath after breath as I bounced on his chest. “You ok?” he asked.
I nodded, half asleep again. I was spent. Whatever energy I’d had from my few hours of sleep were now drained away.
“I’m sorry I came inside you. I got carried away.” He kissed the top of my head.
I shrugged and mumbled, “That’s what birth control is for,” as best I could.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me tight against his slick chest. He stayed like that as we came down from our sex-high. The world was a foggy mess, but finally started to clear. I ran my hands along the black leather. “What do you call her?”
“Who?” Adam sounded as sleepy as I felt.
“Your car. What do you call her?”
He laughed a little and brushed my sweaty hair back from my face and tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes. “I never named her. But I think I just named you.”
I was confused by both his statements. “What do you mean?”
His eyes searched mine for several eternal seconds and I think he was debating whether telling me what he meant was a good idea. “Beth. I couldn’t say your whole name when I came. All I could get out was ‘Beth’. I liked the way it sounded.”
I think my heart actually stopped. He was looking at me so hard and so sweetly. His voice was soft and tentative—so sincere I could feel his words. I could feel my name on his lips. He told me the first time we had breakfast that I would never be Liz to him and he was right—I wasn’t the same person around Adam that I was with anyone else.
When I didn’t respond he swallowed and took a deep breath. “Did I just freak you out?”
I shook my head, still too stunned and overwhelmed to form words.
“Do you like it? I love your full name. It’s beautiful and it’s you, but I like knowing there is something I can call you that’s just mine. I’m feeling very selfish when it comes to you.”
I looked into his beautiful eyes and nodded. He released my chin and cupped my face, running his thumb over my cheek. “Beth?”
A tear formed and rolled out of my eye. What in the hell was that shit? I was crying now?
Adam brushed the single tear away and smiled. “Beth it is then.”
I nodded and forced a little smile. I was speechless, but I loved it. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his chest for a few more minutes, letting everything sink in. I couldn’t quite put words into what I was feeling towards Adam but I was coming to terms with the idea it was more than friendship and sexual attraction. Adam meant more to me than any friend I’d had before.
“Why haven’t you named your car? Didn’t you say you’d had this one for a while?” I needed a distraction—even if it was only for a few minutes.
“I usually name them when I’m done. I’m not done with her.”
I looked over the perfect interior and frowned. “She looks done to me.” And then Adam’s words from came flooding back. She’s a project I’ll never finish. “You’re never going to finish this car, are you?”
I sat up so I could look into Adam’s eyes. He sh
ook his head and laughed a little. “Probably not. There will always be something else I can modify or fix.”
“Modifying and fixing are different from being renovated. She’s a complete car, Adam.”
He frowned and cocked his head off to the side. He really didn’t like my questioning. “I like knowing there is always something else for me to do on her. I don’t want her to be finished.”
I balked. I was being stupid and ridiculous, making more out of Adam’s red and white Duster than there actually was. “So you can always have something to fix? Do you like fixing things?”
“Umm…yeah. I pretty much make a career out of finding solutions.”
That statement hit me in the gut like a punch I didn’t see coming. Adam was a fixer. He got off on fixing problems. I didn’t like the way that realization made me feel at all.
I needed some air.
“We better get cleaned up and to bed.” I started looking for the best way to extricate myself from Adam but we’d left the blanket and clothes on the garage floor. There’d be a mess in his backseat to cleanup. I scrambled off his lap and out the door, throwing his boxers in the window for him to wipe down the seat.
“I’ll clean the car, you go get ready for bed, ok?”
I nodded and wrapped the blanket around me. I was shivering but I wasn’t sure if it was from the cool air or the cold blood running through my veins.
I got cleaned up and into bed as fast as I could, pretending I was already fast asleep so I wouldn’t have to talk to Adam again. He kissed me on the cheek when he got into bed and fell asleep with his back pressed against mine. I waited, keeping up my ruse, until I heard his soft snores.
I was an idiot.
I was convinced Adam and I had all these crazy connections and that he cared about me. I’d been drawing conclusions based on a fantasy I hadn’t even realized I’d been harboring all my life. Despite knowing people were users, I still believed deep down inside that some people were different. Some people fell in love.
But I wasn’t some people. I was another project on Adam’s list. I was something he could problem solve and fix. I was a challenge for his intellect and a prize to win.
