“I didn’t use a condom.”
Speechless she just waited for him to continue. She had been so lost in her desires and her need to feel him inside of her that she had thought of nothing else.
“Did you hear me? I almost came inside of you with no condom on!” He was now shouting at her.
Chelsea didn’t know what to do, what to say. Sure, she had forgotten, but she wasn’t the only one. She couldn’t understand why he was yelling at her.
“Answer me!”
“I…I don’t know what the question is.” Her words came out slowly.
“Is that what you wanted? Huh? Were you trying to trick me?” His eyes spoke to the anger he was showing with his voice.
What? “No, no, of course not! Adam, I don’t understand. I just got lost.” She hesitated before continuing. “You just felt so good. I wasn’t thinking. The only thing that mattered was…” She stopped herself before she made an even bigger fool out of herself.
“What? Finish what you were gonna say, Chelsea.” He was no longer yelling, but the annoyance was still clearly there.
Trying to regain some of her self-respect, she forced herself up from the bed. “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking coming over here. I’ll leave.”
She got up from the bed and cringed when she realized her clothes were actually in the living room. The idea of walking naked in front of him mere moments after she’d begged him so shamelessly to fuck her made her sick to her stomach.
Not wanting to let him have any more of her dignity, she stood up straight and held her head up high. She took her first step and then her second, refusing to meet his gaze, which she felt burning a hole right through her. It was on her third step that he grabbed her wrist and swung her toward him.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. The feel of his cock, hard, ready, and wet from her own juices, was pressing against her stomach. It sent brand-new shock waves to course through her. This guy was an asshole and a jerk, and she still wanted him.
“Chelsea.” He brushed the back of his hand down the side of her cheek. “I’m sorry.”
His apology, which sounded sincere and matched the look in his deep brown eyes, perplexed her. Just seconds ago, he was screaming at her, accusing her of trying to trick him.
“Sugar…please don’t go. I’m sorry.”
No! No, she was not going to stay. Two days in a row now, she had allowed him to use her body, and he had both times treated her like she was a piece of trash. There was no way she was going to stick around for more of his abuse. Pulling away, she was startled when he wouldn’t release her hand. Instead, he pushed it down to her pussy, forcing her fingers to slide inside her wetness.
Chelsea gasped at the forceful sensation of someone else guiding her hand to pleasure herself. Stop him. Don’t let him do this to you. Don’t let him…oh, God…yes…oooh, that feels so good.
“What does that feel like, sugar?” He bent his head down and licked the side of her neck. “You’re so hot, so wet. I want you so bad.”
His statement brought her back to reality. “What? Wait…” She pushed his hand away, removing hers in the process.
“Chelsea.” He gave her a sexy smirk.
“What is wrong with you? You are the biggest asshole on the face of this planet. I should have never come here. You are arrogant and self-absorbed, and you think that you can do or say whatever—” Her ranting speech was brought to a halt by the feel of his hot lips covering hers.
Damn him! Damn him and his tongue and his body and everything about him that called out to her sexual appetite. His tongue caressed and massaged hers as his hands reached around her and palmed her ass, lifting her into a position that left her with no choice but to wrap her legs around him.
They were moving. She thought of opening her eyes to get her bearings and see where he was taking her, but she didn’t. The feel of his hardness pressing against her, his wet tongue stroking the inside of her mouth, and throbbing she felt on her clit made her care about nothing else.
She opened her eyes briefly when she felt her back hitting the mattress. Glancing over, she watched as he walked over to his nightstand and retrieved a condom from the drawer. She stared in admiration as he slid the thin rubber from the tip to the base, wishing that her mouth had the opportunity to slide down on him that same way.
Neither one of them spoke as he climbed on the bed between her legs and used his large hands to spread them farther apart. He leaned over her and kissed her.
“I’m sorry.”
He said nothing else and slid into her, taking her, just like she hoped he would. She reached her arms around him and clung to his back for support from the sheer force with which he pumped into her.
This was savagery. He wasn’t gentle or tender. He was animalistic and the best damn lover she’d ever had. He might be an insensitive asshole, but the magnificent sensations that swept through her body every time he entered her made her forget all of his flaws.
Adam watched her face, looked into her eyes, mesmerized by the different colors that were dancing around. Damn her eyes. They pulled him in, just like her tight, wet heat sucked and stroked on him with every thrust.
He couldn’t stop staring at her. Her head was arched back against his bed. Her blonde hair was a disheveled mess scattered all around her face. He could hear her little moans and whimpers.
She was meeting every one of his demands as he drove into her deep and hard. Had he ever known any woman to match his level of urgency?
“Oh, fuck, yes! Yes Sugar, come for me.”
The moment he felt the muscles of her pussy contract and quiver around his already snug-fitting cock, he was a goner. He relished in the sensation of her stroking him with nothing more than her orgasm until he was forced to fall with her.
He shouted and drove into her so deep, so fast, and so hard he heard her scream. Whether it was in pain or joy he had no idea, but fuck, she felt so damn good.
Minutes later, they lay beside each other, neither one of them speaking as the sound of their breathing was the only thing breaking the silence that surrounded them.
He should say something. He knew that. What could he say, though? He knew they couldn’t, shouldn’t see one another again.
He couldn’t control himself around her. He wanted to blame it on her body, the slim curves of her figure, the gorgeous and plump breasts with the most delectable nipples he had ever nibbled on, but the truth was it was none of those things that sent him over the edge. It was her eyes. Her hazel eyes were alluring.
“Chelsea—” He started to speak but stopped when she got out of bed and left the room. “Chelsea?” Dragging himself out of bed, he followed her out into the living room.
Adam stood there, confused and not sure what to say at the sight of her getting dressed. He knew that her leaving was a good thing. He had been lying there trying to figure out a nice way to ask her to do just that. So why did it piss him off so much that she was choosing to do it on her own? Why did she want to leave so fast after what they’d just done?
He walked toward her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Chelsea, did I hurt you?” He was startled by her reaction.
After a second of laughing at his question, she turned to him. “Hurt me? No, Adam, you didn’t hurt me, but I’m not stupid. I know what this is, and to be honest with you, I really don’t want to stick around long enough for you to start acting like the guy I really can’t stand.”
With those final words and as she slipped her shirt over her head, she walked toward the front door. The sight of her walking away from him, minutes after they had given each other such pleasure, left a knot in his stomach that he not only didn’t like but didn’t want to think of why it was there.
Not knowing why, he followed her to the door. He pushed it closed before she had a chance to open it more than a couple of inches.
“Chelsea, don’t go.” He had no idea why he just asked her that. He wanted, needed her to go
but couldn’t find it in him to let her.
She turned around and faced him. “Why, Adam? No, I’m not mad, but really, why? You don’t want me here. I know it. I can see it in your eyes.” She shrugged. “We’re both adults, okay? No pressure. I don’t need a bunch of pretty words. Just let me go.”
No! Why should he let her go? He didn’t have to. This was his house, and she was his guest, and if he wanted to, he knew just how to distract her into staying.
“Adam, please, I’d rather leave now before…just let me go, okay, please?”
“No, what were you gonna say? Before what?”
She sighed, “Before you turn into a prick again. Now, please let me go.”
Adam watched in stunned silence as she pushed his arm out of the way and walked out of his house.
Good! She was gone. That was one less headache he’d have to deal with. Looking down, he laughed at himself. He was still naked. He went back to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Falling back against the mattress, he turned his head to the side and breathed in her scent.
Damn it! She was gone. Why in the fuck wasn’t he happier about it?
Chapter 12
An hour later, Adam heard her car start. He walked over to his front window and peeked outside the blinds. The harsh sunlight didn’t help the headache that still loomed from the alcohol of the night before.
After Chelsea had left, he ended up falling asleep, only to be woken up just now by the sounds of her engine purring as she pulled out of her driveway.
He dreamt about her when he was sleeping. He didn’t know exactly what the dream was about, but she had been in it. That he was sure of. The memory of her body lying underneath him, writhing as he took her so savagely, was shooting sparks of arousal straight to his cock all over again. He watched as she drove away, wishing to hell that she’d turn her car around and come back inside. He pictured her eyes and could swear, if even for a moment, he heard her moans and cries of pleasure.
“Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the window frame.
He needed a shower. A shower and about ten cups of coffee to clear his mind. He had a mission that he promised himself over a year ago he would complete. No one would stop him from making sure Danny Bianchi got exactly what was coming to him.
He went to his bathroom, reached in the shower, and turned it to hot. He waited for the steam to rise. Once inside and he began washing his body, he found it impossible to ignore the hard-on that was so proudly making itself known.
It was her. Jesus, she was like a damn siren calling out to him, begging him to fuck her in any and every way that his mind could concoct. His hand closed over his shaft, and he knew that no amount of stroking or pressure would feel even close to how it did when he was inside her tight pussy.
Angry at the lack of control he had when it came to her, he switched the water to cold. He let out a guttural scream when the icy chill washed over his skin. It was miserable, but if that was what it was going to take to get the memory of her sweetness out of his mind, then he would suffer the consequences.
Chelsea drove into the parking lot of the Rose Garden with barely minutes to spare. By the time she had gotten back from Adam’s, she had needed a shower and some time. Time to think about what she’d done for the second time in as many days.
Getting out of her car and locking the door, she wished she knew why he had such a strong control over her libido. It was insane for her to do the things she was doing and was allowing him to do with her and to her. He was an asshole—correction, an insensitive asshole. She didn’t even like him, not really, but she had to admit that there were a few unguarded moments when she thought she saw something more gentle buried deep behind the intensity of his chocolate-colored eyes.
“Chelsea?” A voice sounded from behind her.
She turned and was surprised when she saw Cullen Jr. walking toward her.
“Cullen, hi, what are you doing here?” she answered back as she waited for him to catch up to her.
He was in his street clothes, dressed casually in worn jeans and a faded, black T-shirt. Again, she was drawn to the remarkable contradiction of his tanned skin against his clearly Irish hair, which, despite the hints of blond streaks, still was more red than not.
“I’m not really here. I was over there at the bank. I had to make a quick deposit for the store.” When he saw her confusion, he elaborated. “My parents’ store. They own a jewelry store, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I don’t know where my mind is.” She smiled at him in hopes she didn’t give away how distracted she truly was.
Actually, she knew exactly where her mind was. It was with Adam. She couldn’t help replaying her desperate pleas for him to take her. She also couldn’t stop thinking about how shameless she had been in her attempts to get what she wanted.
“That’s okay. So, what are you doing at the Garden? Are you meeting someone? You have a date or something?” His casual way of asking didn’t hide his obvious interest in her answer.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean…” She laughed. “Yes, I am meeting someone, but it’s not a date. I meeting Shelby and Tamara for lunch here, and from the looks of my watch, I’m running a few minutes behind.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep you. I guess you’ll meet Amanda, then.”
“Amanda?”
“She’s married to my partner, Andrew. You’ll like her. She’s a sweetheart. Anyway, I should let you go, but I was wondering if maybe you’d like to maybe grab a bite to eat later?” His face highlighted his ancestry as it turned just a little pinker than it was only seconds before.
Oh. So that was why he seemed so nervous. What was she going to do now? She couldn’t very well tell him yes. Not when she had just had sex with another man just hours before.
“Cullen, you’re sweet to ask, but I—”
“Hey, it’s okay. A guy has to try, right.” He gave her a small smile to reassure her.
She hated when guys tried to hide their rejection behind the mask of a casual demeanor. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something heartbreaking about seeing a big, strong alpha male type be reduced to an embarrassed schoolboy just because a girl told him no.
She stopped him before he could walk away. “Actually, I was going to say that I’m not sure how hungry I’ll be around dinnertime. I usually skip lunch, so…maybe we could do something else?” The words spilled out of her mouth before she even realized she was not only accepting his date but agreeing to do anything just to keep that date.
A smile lit up his face. “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you want to do is fine with me. We could go see a movie or grab some drinks, or we could do both.”
A giggle escaped her before she could control it. He was excited and nervous. It was actually nice to know that at least someone found her worth the time to take out. Not just a piece of flesh to pound into like…she dismissed her thoughts as soon as they started. She absolutely refused to think of Adam when planning for her date with Cullen.
“Okay, how about seven o’clock. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah, seven sounds great. I’ll pick you up.” He started to turn away and then stopped. “Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll bring my car. I wouldn’t want to mess up your pretty hair.” He winked and turned away.
Chelsea watched him for a moment—well, maybe a few moments. He was definitely handsome. He took great care of his body, and he liked her. What was more, he liked her hair. She wasn’t sure why that made her smile, but how many times had men only focused on her body? She instantly chided herself when she realized just where her thoughts were going. Adam. Damn him!
She shook her thoughts off of the neighbor who was giving new meaning to the term “neighborly” and walked toward the front doors of the restaurant. She hoped and prayed that when she went inside and met her two new friends as well as Amanda, the flush she felt building on her face would be gone.
Adam parked his car across the street from the Bianchi compound. He knew his car
was anything but subtle and would surely raise the eyebrows of any guards patrolling the perimeter. Good. He wanted them to know he was here. He wanted them to know that he hadn’t given up on seeking vengeance for Ally’s death.
It pissed him off to know that his own government was hiding the same asshole who had killed her, the very man who had shot him, a Navy SEAL. It sickened him to know that such a plea could be struck with a man who had so little to contribute to the human race.
He rested his head back against the seat and waited for something, anything to happen. He knew the reason no one had been able to find Danny Bianchi up until now, but he still didn’t know the location of the safe house where he was being kept until he could testify against his own family.
He wasn’t stupid, though. He found it very hard to believe that this family wasn’t looking for him and doing everything that they could to make sure Danny never made it to the witness stand. What a sick and twisted bunch of individuals that they would destroy their own family just for their own sake.
He lifted his head as he saw the front gates open. Adam had to smile at the guts of Andy Bianchi, the head of the family, walking toward his car with no guards and seemingly no protection whatsoever.
“Mr. Collins, was it? I’m surprised to find you here, guarding my gates so to speak?”
His cocky and condescending attitude ticked Adam off, but he refused to let his emotions show. Instead he played right along.
“Guarding, no…no I would say I’m more waiting, than anything.”
“Waiting? Whatever would you be waiting for, Mr. Collins?”
With a devilish smile, he answered him, “Simple, your demise. Actually, the demise of the entire Bianchi family. See, I might have had one of my own, but you and your sick and twisted son of a bitch son took that away from me. So, here I am watching and waiting for you and yours to get exactly what they deserve.”
“Ah. I see, you see vengeance then. Vengeance for your, Ally, wasn’t that her name?”
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