Sweet Addiction

by Jessica Daniels

  “Fuck. That’s so not cool. Want me to say something? I can throw his ass out of here. Or hers if you want.”

  “Oh please, like you would stand a chance against Reese. But her, maybe.” He narrows his eyes at me and makes a face. “Fuck, this is awful. He’s all over her. I figured Brooke would be the only bitch I’d be fighting today.” The soft song dies down and everyone is told to take their seats so that the meal can be served. I make an obscene gesture in the direction of Reese who is none the wiser as I walk up to the bridal party table and take my seat next to Juls.

  I’m quiet during the meal, my only words to Juls being that I’m so happy for her and that she looks radiant. I pick at the food on my plate and keep finding myself glancing over at the table that Reese had been hovering over during the first dance. The woman is young, probably close to my age and has dark brown curly hair that falls just above her shoulders. She’s talking amongst the other guests at her table and having a blast, while my mind is eyeing up my utensils and deciding which weapon of choice I’d like to use on her if I get the chance. But really, is it her fault that he asked her here as his date? She probably doesn’t know about me, let alone the history we share. She’s an innocent bystander that he’s dragged into this mess like a complete fucking asshole. I’m gripping my knife tightly in my fist and feel Joey pry it out of my grasp, quickly putting it far away from me.

  “Relax please. I’d really rather not have the cops called at Juls’ wedding reception,” he says under his breath as I let out a forceful one. The DJ softens the music and talks through the speakers as I try and calm down.

  “And now I will ask that the wedding party make their way out onto the dance floor for a special number.”

  “Oh great. Give me my knife back,” I growl at Joey as we all stand up and he shoves it farther down the table. He grabs my waist and directs me down the stairs, the rest of the wedding party meeting us out on the dance floor and finally letting go of me when he plants me directly in front of Reese. I cross my arms over my chest and refuse to look up and into his eyes. Bastard. I hear a small sound of amusement from above me as he steps into me and pries them down; wrapping his hand around my back while his other holds mine against his chest. A song that guts me begins playing overhead and I flick my eyes up to his and see his soft smile. Of all songs the DJ could have picked for this stupid moment, he picks “Look after You?” Perfect.

  “What the fuck is this? Did you ask for him to play this song?” I ask angrily as I try to wiggle free. His grip around me tightens.

  “So what if I did? It doesn’t mean anything to you anyway so what’s the problem?”

  “Oh you’re so right, Reese. It means nothing to me. You’re a fucking asshole you know that? I can’t believe you brought a date to this thing and had the nerve to accuse me of flirting with Juls’ cousin.” I glare up at him as he moves me around the dance floor, my anger level rising at the realization that he’s also good at slow dancing. Really fucking good at it.

  “What date? What the fuck are you talking about?”

  I tilt my head towards the direction of the pretty brunette who is staring at us, smiling for some weird ass reason. “That date. I saw you with her. Kissing her and talking all close and intimate. Fuck you. I would never do that in front of you.”

  He shakes his head at me. “That is my fucking sister, Dylan. Ian invited her and her husband who couldn’t make it because he’s away on business and I haven’t seen her for months. That’s why she got such a warm welcoming from me. But it doesn’t really fucking matter if it’s my sister or not now does it? You ended things, remember? You fucking destroyed me.”

  I push away from him and take a step back. Staring, shocked at his admission. “I destroyed you? Fuck you. You completely broke me you stupid shit.” I slap him hard across the face because it’s what I do and storm off the dance floor, pushing my way through the crowd of people that, I’m sure, have been focused on us since our heated argument started. I’m out the double doors and make my way down the long empty hallway, unsure of where I’m headed when I hear the doors swing open in the distance behind me.

  “Dylan!”

  I keep moving, picking up my pace but stumble forward once my heel catches on my dress, landing hard on my knees, my hands breaking my fall and hitting the marble floor. Falling back onto my heels, I drop my head into my hands and try to muffle my cries. I didn’t want him to see me like this but it’s too late. His body drops down and I’m lifted off the floor and onto my feet as he tries to pull me against his chest. I push away and pry his hands off my waist.

  “Let go of me. I hate you. I fucking hate what you did to me.” I wipe under my eyes and mentally curse myself for the mascara that appears on my fingertips.

  His eyes widen. “What did I do? Dylan, God damn it. What the fuck did I do besides everything you wanted?”

  “Everything I wanted? How was what we did what I wanted? You’re the one that wanted a casual hook up. You’re the one that never did anything serious and only wanted it to be about sex. I never wanted that.”

  He steps closer and I back up but I’m pressed against the wall, unable to put anymore distance between us. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His eyes search my face for an explanation. “You were the one that said this was just fun and nothing serious. You labeled it that when we were at The Tavern that night. You were the one that refused to let me get close to you, never wanting things to get too intimate between us. That was all you, Dylan. I fucking told you that you had all the control.” He roughly rakes his hands through his hair and down his face. “This shit was never casual for me. Never. You’ve owned me since that fucking wedding.”

  “I fucking heard you with Ian. I came to your office the day I ended things to tell you that I loved you and I fucking heard you. You said you didn’t do serious and that you were just fucking me because you liked to. How could you say that about me? After everything. After your birthday and---” my face falls apart in tears and I push against his chest, “---and after you made love to me. How could you say that?”

  His hands grip mine and hold them to his chest, his eyes widening and pupils dilating. “That’s why you ended things? Fuck, love if you would have just stayed and listened.”

  I pull my hands away from his. “Don’t call me that. And listened to what? I heard everything I needed to hear. I meant nothing to you and you meant everything to me.”

  He shakes his head and grabs me by the waist, pulling me against him so our chests are touching. He sighs heavily. “Christ, Dylan, if you would have just stayed and listened for a few more seconds, you would have heard Ian call me out on my bullshit.” His hand comes up and he pushes my hair behind my ears, his thumb lingering on my cheek. “I only said those things because I’d been desperately trying to convince myself that it was only about sex between us, because I knew that was what you wanted. I was certain that was what you wanted and the only way I could have you. But it was never just about sex. Not for me. After Ian called me out, I admitted how crazy I was for you. How you were the only woman that ever got to me and that drove me completely insane, and not just because you like to challenge me. Which you do so fucking well.”

  My breathing becomes labored as I stand pressed against him, unable to move or blink. His eyes are burning into mine and his hands are now softly squeezing my hips. I open my mouth to speak but he silences me with his words.

  “I was so in love with you and I couldn’t admit it, because admitting it meant dragging you out of your casual fucking comfort zone and into it with me. And I was scared you would pull away. And you pulled away from me anyway without me ever getting the chance to say it.”

  I’m shaking against him and don’t know what to say or if I can even speak anymore. He’s admitted everything I’ve ever wanted to hear and I can only stare up at him through a tear stained face.

  “I called you, every day and sent you messages. Begging, pleading for an answer from you and you ignored me.�
�� His hand comes up and strokes my cheek and I lean into it. “Why? Why wouldn’t you talk to me? We could have fixed this, but now…”

  My eyes widen in panic as he drops his hand and shakes his head. I’m frozen against the wall, unable to move as his body turns and he begins walking back towards the reception hall. No. He loves me. And I love him. This shit can’t end like this. Fuck that.

  “Seriously?” I yell and he halts, his hand on the door and his face dropped down so that I can’t see his expression. I march over to him and rip his hand off the doorknob, pulling him away from it, and slamming his back against the wall. “You’re really going to leave it like that? You said you loved me, do you not anymore?” My rapid breathing fills the air between us as he gazes down at me, clenched jaw and furrowed brow. But he doesn’t speak.

  I grip his tux jacket with both hands and stare up into his soft eyes. Fuck this. He’s here, I’m here, and I’m saying it. “I love you. I want you, Reese. Just you, and not at all in the stupid casual bullshit way. I want everything. Sleepovers and sex in beds. All kinds of beds. Yours, mine, whoever’s. I want to introduce you to my parents and I want to bake your birthday cake every year while you sit and look at me the way only you look at me.” I take in a shaky breath while he stands, watching me, studying me. “It fucking killed me to pull away from you.”

  I step in close to him and bury my face into his neck, not knowing or caring if this is appropriate. I need to be here right now and as his arms slowly wrap around me and pull me close to him, I finally exhale.

  He moans softly, his hand stroking my hair as I feel his lips curl up against my forehead. “You know, this shit could have been avoided entirely if you would have just stormed in and slapped the piss out of me after you overheard that bullshit.” I pull my head back and see his perfect smile gleaming down at me and I tightly wrap my arms around his back. “I mean really, the one time I would actually want you to slap me, you don’t. I would have scooped you up right then and told you how much I loved you. Where the hell was my hot headed girl that day?”

  I shake my head at the memory. “Broken on the floor. You’re right though, that was very uncharacteristic of me.”

  He plants several kisses to my forehead. “Well, I’ve been a miserable piece of shit without you. Apparently unbearable to be around, if you ask Ian. How have you been, love?”

  I laugh, my first real laugh in months and wipe under my eyes. “Bitchy and more hostile than usual. Poor Joey, he really has taken the grunt of our breakup.”

  “That sounds about right. Now, you have two options here.” I smile big at his words.

  “They better both involve your hands and mouth on me or I’m finding myself another groomsman.”

  He issues me a warning stare and I smirk. “Obviously. I’ve gone eighty-five days without touching you and it’s taken every ounce of strength in my body to not rip you right out of this dress, which you look absolutely beautiful in by the way.” He plants a quick kiss to my lips as I back up and wait for my options.

  “Option one, we can go back inside and you can let me dance with you some more and enjoy your company that I have greatly missed over the past grueling months, hopefully witness you getting into it with Brooke again because that shit was fucking hilarious.” I laugh at him as he pushes off from the wall and grabs my face between his hands, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. The pull between us is stronger than ever and I’m about to say fuck option one without even hearing my other choice. But I let him give it to me anyway. “Or, we can go off somewhere and I can fuck you until you scream my name in that sexy way that you do. All throaty and raspy.” His tongue sweeps across my lips and I pull him in, firmly stroking mine against his. I moan softly into his mouth, tasting and relishing in his flavor. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Dylan. Insanely in love. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your face?” His finger slowly trails over my lips and along my jaw while he studies me.

  I lean in and plant quick kisses on his lips. “Just my face?” My hand runs down the front of him and cups his length and his eyes widen.

  “Option two then? Thank fuck, because if you would have picked one I would have taken you in front of everyone on that dance floor and not given a shit about who watched us.” He bends down and I’m quickly hauled up onto his shoulder. I’m issued a firm slap on my backside as he takes me down the hallway. I squeal and laugh against him, admiring my own view of his perfect behind. I’m quickly slid down his front as we stand just outside the men’s bathroom, his brow arched at me as his hand grips the handle.

  “It is rather fitting, picking up where this whole thing began.” He opens the door and peers inside as I jump around on my heels.

  “Well hopefully this time you won’t get all weird on me afterwards. I’m sure you’re used to sex with me by now.” I’m pulled into the restroom and the door is locked behind me as I’m lifted off my feet, legs firmly wrapping around his waist.

  “Oh I don’t know, love, you always surprise me. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this bathroom. Any issue with not returning to the reception?” His mouth latches onto mine and I’m quickly silenced, my answer not worth a damn anyway when I can be kissed like this. The man can kiss better than anyone, I’m sure of it. I’m pressed against the wall, my bare back stinging on the cold tile as his tongue roams freely inside my mouth. He licks along my lips, pulling my tongue into his mouth and softly sucking on it before he releases it and moves down my neck.

  “I’ve missed you,” I say as his mouth kisses and sucks on the top of my breasts, his hands gripping my ass and hiking up my dress. “Oh God, I’m so wet for you.” He growls against my chest as his hand slides up between us, running up my inner thigh and meeting the fabric of my panties.

  “Shit. I need to taste you before I fuck you. I’m dying here.” I’m carried over to a small leather bench that’s on the opposite side of the restroom and laid out on it, my dress quickly hiked up to reveal my white lacy panties and matching garter. “Holy fuck,” he says as he drops down to his knees and moves between my legs. The bathroom door rattles with someone’s knocking. “Go away!” he yells and I laugh at his completely flustered state. He tucks my panties into his pocket with a smirk before he delivers his first lick. “Damn, I’ve missed this. So sweet.” He hums against me, moving his face rapidly between my thighs.

  “OH!” I cry out, my hands gripping his hair and holding him between my legs as he devours me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is all over me, his movements ranging from quick flicks to my clit to slow savory laps of my length. I’m not holding in my moans, my voice is echoing throughout the bathroom, but I don’t care. I want everyone to hear me. I love this man and his mouth and everything he does with it. He teases my clit and sucks on it slowly, pulling it into his mouth as he slips two fingers inside of me. I arch into him.

  “I fucking love this pussy. Tell me it’s mine, Dylan.”

  “It’s yours. Oh God, Reese, I’m so close.” His fingers move in and out of me, the pace quickening as my hands tangle in his hair and I pull it hard. My back arches off the leather as he grabs my hips, his tongue rolling in my favorite rhythm. I’m whispering, pleading with him to lick me, harder, deeper, right there and he grabs my orgasm that’s his to command and pulls it out of me.

  I come and scream his name, over and over until my voice is strained and my throat aches. He takes his time sucking up all of my arousal, lingering on my clit the way I like as I tremble against him. The tight grip he has on my hips is slowly lessened as he plants the softest, gentlest Reese kiss to my pussy. My breathing slows and I cover my eyes with my arm as he stands on his feet.

  “Well then, that didn’t take long. How have your orgasms been without me?” His smug voice makes me giggle and I gaze up at him, hair sticking out every which way as he licks his lips.

  “What orgasms?” I reply and quickly get up and switch spots with him, pushing him onto his back and making quick work of his belt. “I’m going
to fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk out of here.” He smiles wickedly at me, the lines that I’ve missed so much appearing on either side of his eyes. “That okay with you?”

  His pants are quickly pushed down along with his boxers and I marvel at his erection. Now, that I definitely missed. “Fine with me, love.” His hands grip my waist as I straddle him, reaching under my dress and positioning himself below me, I lock eyes with him, waiting to lower myself down.

  “I love you,” I say as his hands pull down my top and reveal my breasts.

  “I love you,” he replies without hesitation, his eyes flicking up from my chest and holding my stare. I quickly crash down, pulling a throaty grunt out of his throat.

  “Fuck. Dylan.” Oh God. This. I forgot how perfect he feels in me. The way my body forms around him, molds to him like he’s made for me. Just me. I can’t move yet, I’m too caught up in the way he feels just like this and the looks he’s giving me. Green eyes burning into mine with that intensity, his intensity that I’ve missed so much. He’s looking at me the way only he looks at me, the way I only ever want to be looked at by the man that I’ve chosen. I chose him.

  I pull my lip into my mouth as I rock against him, sliding up and down his length. His hips move beneath me as his hands firmly cup my breasts. He moans, grunts and growls as I move and I know he’s not holding anything back. He’s letting everyone know what I’m doing to him as my hands grip his jacket. I can’t stop staring at him. The way his head falls back when I slide out of him and the way his neck rolls when I take him in. His tense jaw and slightly swollen lips with my favorite slit running down the middle. The way his body looks in his tux, broad, built, and fucking powerful. Christ, has anyone ever looked this good in a tux before? Doubt it. Seriously, it’s ridiculous. Our sounds fill the room and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m soaked, completely drenched from his expert mouth and the sheer sight of him. I feel him tense under me as I slide him all the way out before I slowly move back down. I know he loves that, the feel of entering me over and over again. Arching into him and throwing my head back, I grip his thighs and begin to move fast, then faster.