by Jess Dee
We’re one person. You plunge in again and again. Oh, Adam… I can’t take it. It’s too…
I’m falling apart. I’m going to come. You move, twist inside me, and… God help me, I’m coming. Oh…Oh…Adam. Oh. My. God.”
She panted—she couldn’t help it. Beside her, Adam drew in a sharp breath.
“You’re about to come too, you can’t stop it. You fuck me hard, once, twice, and then you freeze. Only for a second. You explode, spurting your come into me. You call my name, spurt again and again. I’m shivering. You’re panting. ‘Christ, Lexi’. You want to say more but you can’t. I’m exhausted. I collapse on the desk, grateful there’s something there to support me. You collapse on top of me, spent, and I relish your weight, your heat on my back. Your cock is still in me, still twitching, sending shivers of pleasure racing through me. For a long while, all we can do is lie there, listening to the sound of our breathing.”
She opened her eyes and looked at Adam. “That’s okay. For now that’s the only place I want to be.”
The car had stopped. At some point, he must have pulled over to the side of the road.
His eyes flamed. The ice in them had melted away.
“Lexi,” his voice sounded like gravel. “I have never fucked someone on the side of the road before. But I swear to you, if you say one more word, I will haul you out of this car, throw you over the hood and live out every word of that fantasy, right here, right now.” He swore. “Got it?”
She practically purred in her seat. “I’m so wet, Adam. That little scenario’s got me all worked up.” She undid another two buttons and slipped her hand into her blouse.
A muscle ticked in his cheek. “This road is deserted. No one uses it apart from me.”
He dragged his breath in. “Believe me, Lexi, I do not make idle threats.”
Good. Her stomach lurched as she stroked an aroused nipple. “Damn, I’m glad I didn’t wear a bra.”
“Open your shirt.” It was an order, not a request. “All the way.”
With her free hand, she did as he said until the blouse hung open, revealing her braless breasts. “My nipples have been rubbing against the inside of the shirt,” she told him. “The soft caress of cotton is torture when all I want is the firm touch of your hand, the wet probing of your lips.” She tweaked her nipple and moaned, then touched her other breast.
He watched her, swallowed hard. “Your belt. Take it off.”
Leaving her hand on her breast, she unbuckled her belt, freeing it from her jeans.
There was not another man in the world she’d do this for. Not out in the open, exposed for anyone to see.
“Now the button,” he rasped.
She raked her nipple, moaned again and undid the button. Only Adam. He was the only man she trusted enough. He nodded and motioned her to continue. She slid the zip down, aware of the irony of her trust. How could she know she was safe in his hands, when he’d shared almost nothing of himself with her?
“Are you going to do it, Adam? Are you going to fuck me here, on the side of the road?” Traffic from the main road was muted by distance. All around, nature called.
Kookaburras laughed from hidden branches, a magpie cawed to its mate, and the wind rustled through the leaves of the surrounding trees. She could hardly keep still.
Anticipation hummed through her veins. Would he do it? Would she let him do it?
“Take them off.” His eyes trained on her waist, on the hand that rested on her bare stomach.
She kicked off her shoes, lifted her butt and pushed her pants over her hips. “The thought is making me even hotter. I want you to, Adam.” Oh, she’d let him all right—and hopefully, in return he’d put a little trust in her too. “I want you to bend me over the car and take me.” She shimmied out of her jeans, leaving them in a pile at her feet. Shifting her legs a little, she ran her finger between them, tracing a line from her lips to her clit and back again. “Wet,” she muttered thickly.
“Get out of the car.” He sounded tortured.
She complied, opening her door and climbing out. Her body rejoiced in the freedom of space and she stretched languorously.
“Should I leave my panties on?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. By his expression, she assumed he was in no state to answer. A smile of sheer, feminine satisfaction tugged at her lips. Casually, she bent over and removed them, dropping them on the seat before taking a step so she stood at the side of the trunk.
She rested her bottom on it. The metallic paint warmed her buttocks, and the breeze cooled her bare flesh. “You coming to join me?” she asked without turning around. The sound of the door creaking was answer enough.
Expectation crackled between them. Blood pumped through her veins and need flared in her belly. She touched first one breast then the other, let her head drop back and her eyes close. Ran her hand down until it skimmed over the neatly trimmed thatch on her mound and made its way lower. She touched herself and groaned. Her lips were slick, moisture coating them, and she dipped inside and groaned again.
Footsteps crunched against the leaves on the ground beside the car, and then silence.
He stood before her.
“In your office that day, I was so hot. You got me all worked up and I was so ready. I wanted you to take me, to fuck me like you’d said you would.” She shook her head, remembered the frustration that had rippled through her at the time. Remembered the anger in his voice. “You didn’t…you never… All you did was apologize.” She opened her eyes, looked at him. His shirt was unbuttoned and hung loose. His heavy, hooded gaze focused on her hand. “I didn’t just want your apology, Adam. I wanted your touch, too.” She wanted more than that now. She wanted everything he had to give her.
She slipped her finger out, and then pushed it back in again. “Aaah.” It took a few seconds before she could talk. “I still want your touch. But I… I can’t wait.”
“Give me your hand, Lexi.” She heard the effort it took for him to speak.
She reached for him with her free hand.
“Not that one.”
Reluctantly, she withdrew and held it out to him. He closed his hand around hers, lifted it to his mouth and then licked her with his exquisitely warm tongue. Slowly, gently, he licked. First the nail and then the tip, and then he drew the whole finger into his mouth and suckled.
She cried out and he released her, guided her hand back between her legs.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want…” He swallowed. “I want to watch you come.”
Oh. Sweet Lord. She wouldn’t make a minute. How could she touch herself while he watched and manage to stretch out the pleasure? Impossible. She dipped her hand between her lower lips, watched his mouth open and close, and pulled back out.
Sensation fizzed inside. Her lips were swollen, her groin sensitized. The look in his eyes as he watched her was possibly the most arousing thing she’d ever witnessed.
Moisture dripped onto her hand and she used it to massage her clit.
“Adam. I’m…I’m so…horny.” Her voice caught as she struggled to speak. “Look what you do to me. Your eyes…watching me.” It was impossible to form whole sentences. “Makes me…heady, hot.” She fucked herself again, did it several times in a row. “I’m thinking of your cock.” Oh, she wanted it now. Wanted it deep, deep inside.
She massaged her clit again. “I want it.” She licked her lips and massaged a little harder, aware of the sensation building up, the throbbing between her legs, the breathlessness.
Aware of his eyes on her.
“Watch me, Adam,” she gasped. “Watch me, I’m going to come.” Liquid gushed as the sensation peaked. Pressure crowned and waves rippled over her. “Adam, oh God, look what you made me do.” She rubbed frantically as the orgasm rolled through her, the tremors carrying on longer than she’d expected. It was Adam. Watching her. The gratification it evoked was almost as heady as the rush of her climax.
“Christ, Lexi.” The words sounded as if th
ey’d been torn from his throat.
Before the waves had time to settle, he put his hands on her hips. He pulled her off the car, flipped her round and pushed her shoulders down—just like their fantasy. Her breasts squashed against the trunk, her ass poked into the air. Her nether lips still pulsed from her orgasm, gleaming up at him.
The heat from the car warmed her nipples, soothed her breasts. She heard the rip of foil, felt his pants as they swished down his legs, and there he was, pushing into her, filling her. She’d craved this, worked hard for it. This and so much more. He readily surrendered his body to her—would he surrender his emotions as well? What about his past?
She gasped as he entered her, desire exploding within like giant fireworks. There was no time to adapt to his presence, to shift to accommodate him. He slammed into her hard and fast, repeatedly, his balls slapping against her.
“Oh, God, Adam,” she yelled. Rational thought became impossible. She wanted to connect with him on a deeper level—sex honestly wasn’t the only thing she desired from him. But at this point in time, it was the only thing she could focus on, the only thing she needed.
Before, her orgasm had been gentle, rippling through her in soft tremors. This one blindsided her. It came on swift and powerful and sent her into violent spasms of pleasure. She screamed as the euphoria engulfed her, as waves crashed around her, deafening her to everything but the sound of Adam’s moans. She screamed again as her inner walls clenched around him, nerve-endings igniting in a fire of pleasure, demanding his release. He gave it to her, his orgasm as wild and uninhibited as hers.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lay on the BMW, dazed in the aftermath of their passion. Adam’s chest pressed into her back. With no small measure of satisfaction, Lexi registered the synchronized pounding of their hearts.
She’d successfully shared his fantasy, turned it into a very pleasurable reality. Perhaps now he might share more of himself with her, maybe even reveal his secrets to her.
—
As the last rim of golden fire dipped below the line of trees on the horizon, leaving a pale orange and pink glow bathing the leaves in an ethereal light, Adam took a sip of scotch and looked at Lexi. She stood beside him, leaning against the rail of the balcony.
“It’s breathtaking,” she whispered, as though loath to disturb the tranquility that descended around them.
Birdcalls faded with the sun, and in their place frogs chirped noisily. The leaves rustled in the breeze and the calm of the evening enveloped him. Here he could be himself. Here he could let down his defenses and let go of his anger and his sadness and simply enjoy living. It was the only place he found any peace.
“I’m glad you like it.” The wind played with her hair, sending tendrils floating around her face.
“I’ve been transported to another world. There’s no one around for miles, is there?”
“Think I would have pulled over earlier if there was?” They shared a private smile and Adam tried unsuccessfully to ignore the intimacy of the moment. “Katoomba’s about a twenty minute drive from here and the closest neighbors are five kilometers away. I like the isolation.”
“It’s a perfect place to escape. You must come out here every weekend.”
He shrugged. “I come when I find the time. It’s not as often as I’d like.” If he managed to get here once every two months, it was a lot. This weekend he’d had to come and he’d had to bring Lexi with him. His chance meeting with Tracey had dredged up old memories and left him shaken. For the last ten days, loneliness had descended on him like a thick, grey cloud. This morning he’d experienced a compulsive need to squelch his self-imposed isolation. Just for a weekend.
The hurt was always there. Always lurking. With Lexi, some of the pain eased. It never left—it just abated a little. He needed this time away with her, this time out from his memories.
“Adam?” Her hand was on his shoulder, a soft, tentative touch.
“Yeah?”
“You need to come out here, don’t you?” Her voice, it was so gentle, so caring.
“What do you mean?” Shit, she must have picked up on his thoughts. He’d become too pensive.
“It’s your escape. Your reprieve from something.”
He didn’t answer, didn’t want to.
“You’ve got that look in your eyes.”
He lifted his glass, tried to take another sip, but he couldn’t drink, couldn’t swallow.
He put the glass down. “What look?” He stared out at the night, heard the stream below trickling over rocks in its path.
“That haunted look.” She dropped her hand from his shoulder to his arm and stood closer to him. “The one that tells me you’ve lived through the worst life has to offer.” She touched his cheek.
Damn it. He couldn’t get into this, not now. This weekend was meant to help him escape his memories, not confront them.
“What happened to you, Adam?”
He shook his head, found it impossible to speak.
“Talk to me, please.”
The words jammed in his throat. He wasn’t ready. He’d never be ready.
“Let me in, Adam. Help me to understand you.”
If anyone would understand, it was Lexi. Part of him wanted to tell her, to open up.
Another part couldn’t go there. It hurt too damn much.
“Trust me,” she whispered.
He shook his head again. “It’s not a matter of trust.”
“Then what is it?”
“Please, don’t ask.”
“I want to help you.”
“It’s too hard. I can’t go there.” Even he could hear the pain in his voice.
“Adam…”
“You have to cut me some slack on this one. Give me some space.” He didn’t mean to snap, dammit, it was the pain. He had to make it go away.
Her hand fell away and she took a step back. “I’m sorry. It’s really none of my business.”
Shit, now she was upset. He had to justify his actions. “Some things…” He cleared his throat, tried again. “Some things are just too…difficult to explain.” Ah, crap. That wasn’t it at all. “They’re too hard to talk about,” he corrected. Then for lack of ability to say any more, he simply repeated himself. “Some things are just too hard.”
“Adam.” She took his hand, held it. “I’m sorry. It really isn’t my business, and you don’t have to say anything.” She opened her mouth again, shut it and chewed on her lower lip. Then, as if rethinking her words, she said to him, “You remember one thing.
When…if…you ever need to talk, I’ll be here, Adam Riley. I’ll be right here.”
Chapter Twelve
Lexi wasn’t sure what woke her. Her eyes blinked open. For a few seconds, she couldn’t work out where she was. The room was pitch black, the bed hard and unfamiliar, and a woodsy scent permeated the air. A cicada chirped outside and a frog croaked. She forced herself awake, waited for the fog to lift, and then she remembered.
She was with Adam, in his cabin. In his bed.
So, what had woken her?
A muffled sound, like a soft cough, echoed through the house. She rolled over, reached for Adam. He wasn’t there. The sound grew louder. A painful, drawn-in breath followed by a moan had her sitting bolt upright. Then came the sobbing, like cries wrenched from a tortured soul.
She threw off the covers and slipped out of bed. Holding her hands in front of her, she made her way in silence through the inky blackness. The tormented cries guided her down the passage and into the lounge.
It wasn’t quite so dark in there—a full moon shone through the open windows, bathing the room in pale light. Adam lay on his back on the couch. One hand was raised above his head, the other arm flung out over the edge of the cushion. Tears fell uninterrupted down his cheeks, and his face was contorted in an agonized mask. Harsh, barking sobs jarred the stillness around him.
Lexi’s stomach clenched and she bit on her fist. Tears
filled her own eyes and she watched helplessly as once again, Adam endured his unspeakable grief alone.
“Adam?” she whispered but received no response. “Adam?” She edged nearer, crouched before him on the carpet. “Riley?” He didn’t move. She peered closely at him and realized with a start that he was asleep. “Oh, Adam,” she breathed, her heart close to breaking. She took his hand, cradled it in hers and let him cry. Her own tears spilled over and she wiped at her cheeks.
Time passed, how much Lexi wasn’t sure. Slowly, the distressed sobbing subsided.
His cries became more subdued, turned into soft and steady weeping.
Careful not to wake him, she retrieved a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and used it to blot his tears. The knot in her stomach eased as his weeping gradually diminished, leaving only the ragged breaths that rattled his body.
“Timmy,” he moaned. Another tear slid unchecked down his face.
Hurt radiated from his sleeping form and pulled at Lexi’s heart. He looked lost and alone and terribly, terribly sad. She perched beside him on the couch and cupped his cheek in her palm. “Hush now,” she whispered as his chest shuddered in the aftermath of his grief. “Hush.”
Moments later his breathing evened out. His pulse slowed down and his body relaxed beneath her arm. Just when she assumed he’d fallen back into a deep sleep, he gripped her elbow and gasped, “Timmy?”
“No, Adam,” she said gently, not wanting to startle him, “it’s Lexi.”
“Lexi? What are you doing here?” He pushed himself up and stared at her, his eyes drawn in confusion.
“You were dreaming,” she told him, keeping her voice low. “You…called out. I came to see if you were okay.”
“Timmy.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes closed. “I was dreaming about Timmy.”
“You said his name a few times.”
He nodded, keeping his eyes shut. “Did I say anything else?”
“No.” She hesitated, then added, “You were crying.”
His eyes opened and he stared blindly in front of him. “I always cry when I dream about him.”
