“I’d take that over this.”
What? Laugh.
“I’m just so … tense.”
“Tense, why? I’m tense because I discovered a body in his trunk or I’m tense because I accidentally fell onto Adam’s huge cock and now I’m trying to work out what he’s feeling?” she teases.
“Number two,” I admit, squeezing my eyes shut.
“I knew it!”
“So how many inches are we talking?
“Enough.” I chuckle. “Is Lily really being that much of a handful?”
“She was born a handful,” she mutters. “But I wanna hear about you two. How was the sex?”
“Amazing,” I admit.
“And did his vessel fit into your canal?”
“Darcy,” I cut in, laughing. “Please never call it his vessel again.”
I jump as the door creaks open, then again when arms snake around my waist. Adam kisses my cheek, an amused smile on his face. My heart races as my eyes dart to the door. He grins at me and raises his eyebrows.
“My vessel?” he mouths.
My face heats up as he laughs softly to himself.
“I have to go, Darc. Something … just came up.” I curse my choice of words.
Adam chuckles. “You’re not lying, at least,” he whispers, putting my hand over his semi-erection.
“Fine. Just hurry up and get back here.”
“You’ll see us in a few hours,” I promise, swatting Adam away from me as he tries to unbutton my shirt.
He reaches out and tugs me closer to him. He fingers my nipples through the soft material of my shirt, smirking at me when they harden.
“I thought you wanted to ride my vessel?” he murmurs, looking wounded.
I narrow my eyes at him and lower my hand, pressing my palm against his erection. He leans forward, grinding against my touch while his fingers slowly touch my cheek. His other hand grips my ass and he lifts me onto the sink I’m leaning against. He stands between my legs, kissing me, while sliding his hand along my thigh. I groan, taken aback by his force and the feel of his lips as they crush against mine.
He kisses me. Rough and forceful, each touch full of passion and desire, while his hands explore me. I arch my back as he lifts my shirt over my breasts and lowers my bra, exposing my breasts. He groans and places his mouth over each nipple, sucking them hard, until they’re stiff.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I stand, holding my breath as he unzips my pants, sliding them down over my thighs. I kick them off, then shiver as he slides my panties off too. His hands on my ass, he lifts me back onto the bench, nestling himself between my legs. I lock my thighs around him, his hard cock pressing through the constraints of his jeans, while I rock my hips against him.
“God,” he mutters.
He roughly pushes aside my chin, so he can tongue my neck. I groan, imagining that tongue sliding elsewhere, the thought of it flicking my clit almost enough to make me come. I dig my nails into his back until he curses, his mouth on mine. We sync together, a perfect fit. I can taste how much he wants me.
“Fuck.” He thrusts my back against the mirror, the cold surface shocking me.
“Sorry.” He grins.
He slides me forward, so I’m sitting against his cock as it pokes through his unzipped jeans. He forces my legs farther apart then slides a finger along my damp pussy. I gasp, my body seizing against his touch. He looks me in the eye, his smirk growing wider as my body reacts to his touch. The more he teases me, the more turned on I am, the harder he gets, until I’m coming on his fingers. I wrap my arms around his neck, my body so close as I start to convulse.
“Fuck,” I moan, clenching my thighs together as he circles his finger around my clit.
He kisses me, his tongue slipping around mine as my body begins to shake. I scream and cling to him, riding out the orgasm. I gasp, shaking as I come harder than I ever have before. He fucks me with his finger, his actions fast and thorough, balancing me against him until my thighs clench. I lock him in place, then I fall into his arms. I’m out of breath and barely able to move. My eyes dart toward the door and I giggle at the thought of someone walking in and seeing us like this.
“Are you all right there?” he murmurs, kissing me while I am hurting to put my underwear and pants back on “Glad to see my fingerbanging technique is so amusing for you.”
He kisses me, distracting me as I try and straighten my clothes. We both look up when the door swings open. A lady walks in, startled, and then concerned when she sees my face.
“Diabetic,” Adam explains without missing a beat. “She had a sugar drop. I was just giving her what she needed.”
I stifle a snort as he grabs my hand and leads me out the door.
“Diabetic?” I say, laughing as he helps me into the car.
“It was the first thing that came into my mind,” he says with a laugh. “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”
I look at him quizzically. “Everything okay?”
“Sure. The whole reason I went in there was to use the bathroom, but you distracted me.” I laugh as he kisses me. “I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Fourteen
Adam
Adam
“What the fuck …?”
I laugh nervously and glance at the large, heavily tattooed biker relieving himself next to me while my phone vibrates in my pocket, in perfect sync with Shania Twain’s “From This Moment,” which is apparently now my ringtone. I’m trying my best to ignore the striking resemblance he bears to imaginary Tiny, but he’s the exact image of him.
I quickly wash my hands, not concerned about the call in the slightest, because no doubt it’s Darryl or Richard, or whoever the fuck is going to answer my “personals ad” next.
“Want me to get that for you?” Tiny smirks.
He glances down at the bulge in my pants, which is definitely all phone.
“Thanks, but I’ll manage,” I say dryly.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed.” Tiny chuckles. “There’s nothing sexier than a man who’s comfortable enough to use Shania as his ringtone.”
“Yeah, I’m a real catch.”
His laughter echoes through the restroom as I push through the door and walk back outside. I grab my phone and switch it onto silent before it can ring again. I catch sight of Katie through the front windshield and smile.
“Why do I feel like you have something to do with the fact that a three hundred pound, heavily tattooed biker thinks my ringtone is now Shania?” I ask her as I slide back into my seat.
Her eyes widen. “Tiny?” She gasps.
I nod grimly, fighting back a smile. She leans forward, laughing so hard she nearly chokes.
“No way. I have to see him,” she whispers through her tears.
“Katie,” I protest, but she’s already gone.
She stops in her tracks when Tiny saunters out of the roadhouse. He frowns at her, looking much less friendly than he did with me a few minutes ago. She turns back to me, her eyes wide as she frantically nods. I groan and shake my head, still laughing when she climbs back in the car.
“You weren’t kidding,” she exclaims. “It’s like our vision came to life.” She turns to me, her eyes shining. “Do you think we created him?”
“I think,” I begin with a smirk, “that you owe me an apology. We were both at the urinal when it rang. You have no idea the irreparable damage you’ve caused.”
She bursts into another round of laughter.
“Irreparable damage, huh?” She raised her eyebrows. “Like what you caused me before?”
“I think a few harmless memos are hardly the same as me getting raped on the bathroom floor of a Nevada roadhouse,” I say grimly.
“Bullshit.” She states, shaking her head. I glance at her and shrug. “Fine. You want more examples? I have plenty. How about the time you pulled my pants down at that special assembly on fire safety junior year?” She narrows her eyes at me. “Remember that?”
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p; “Oh yeah.” I grin at the memory. “I’ve never seen anyone do the drop and roll as fast as you that day. It was impressive,” I add, complimenting her.
“So long as you got a rise out of it,” she mutters.
“Trust me, I did.” I grin at her, until her eyes widen and then I nod.
“Oh, that’s sick.” She groans, screwing her nose up. “You’re not even joking, are you?”
“What’s to joke about? They were the sexiest yellow undies I’d ever seen,” I protest. “Well, unless you count the pair I caught Principal Harvey sniffing in his office.”
Her eyes grow even wider. “No way,” she hisses.
“Truth.” I nod. “I swear on my life. Though, the way Tammy Hamster was moaning, bent over his desk, she didn’t seem to mind.”
“Hamster is such an unfortunate last name.” I chuckle, glancing at her. “You have no idea how hard it was not telling everyone that I found him balls deep inside a hamster.”
“So, you did know.” She smiles. “I couldn’t decide if you preempted that scandal or caused it.”
“Me cause a scandal?” I grin at her. “That’s more your area of expertise, isn’t it?”
She gives me the glare that’s reserved for the times where I make any kind of reference to her performance. Though these days, there’s more than one performance.
As we drive along, she’s lost in her own world and doesn’t say much. I glance at her every now and then, enjoying the chance to study her without her realizing. Until she catches me watching, then I just look awkward and creepy. She smiles at me, but the smile doesn’t meet her eyes. Add to the fact that there’s no snide comment, and I know something is bothering her.
“Fidgeting is something I used to do all the time when I’d worry about things,” I explain. I nod down at her hands when she glances at me.
“You mean your parents?” she asks in a soft voice.
I nod. I haven’t told her much about my family, because it’s not a topic I like talking about. I usually go out of my way to avoid the subject, but I want to show Katie a different side to me. Something beyond the jokes and laughter.
“What happened?” she asks. “Tell me to mind my own business if you like.”
“No, it’s okay.”
I think about where to start. There’s too much to tell her everything. I want to sympathize with her. I don’t want to scare her off.
“My father killed himself when I was five. Two years later, my uncle, who was like a father to me, was stabbed during a fight in prison,” I tell her. “Then my little brother … he died when I was eight.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” she whispers. Her eyes are wide and full of pity, which is exactly what I don’t want. “And your mom? How did she …”
I sigh. This is the part I’m not looking forward to admitting to.
“She’s still alive.”
She looks confused. “But you said she was dead?”
I make a face. “Dead is such a permanent word …”
She glares at me, obviously not finding this as funny as I am.
“I know.” I sigh. “I’m an asshole.”
“Why would you say she’s dead when she isn’t?” she asks, bewildered.
I shrug. “It’s just easier, because then I don’t have to go into all that detail.”
“You tell people she’s dead because it’s easier?” Katie’s eyes flash. “Easier than what?”
I rub my neck. I don’t even know where to start to begin digging my way out of this mess. I’m starting to think I’m too far under to be saved.
“Mom is alive, but she isn’t well,” I explain. “She’s in a psych unit, getting treatment for her schizophrenia.”
“Oh,” Katie mumbles. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It can be managed, but the problem is every time we get it under control, she thinks she doesn’t need the medication anymore. She goes off it and the whole cycle continues.”
“Wow. That must be rough for you,” she says.
I shrug, my hands gripping tightly around the wheel.
“It’s rough, because I have twenty-six years of shit to explain whenever I talk about my mother. My entire childhood revolved around her illness. There are so many intertwining points that need to be considered when talking about her that it’s just …”
“And the rest of what you said? Your dad and your brother …”
“That’s all true,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m very private when it comes to my family. But if I had to talk to someone about it? It would be you.”
She smiles, then looks away. We both sit there awkwardly, unsure of what to say. I can tell her mind is racing, because she hates the silence. She’s trying to figure out what words don’t sound condescending or insensitive.
I don’t want to spin her some fairy-tale bullshit just to make her feel less sorry for me. I want to be honest and real, because it’s what I’d want in return. But if I’m being honest, then why aren’t I going the whole way and telling her everything?
Because there’s honest and there’s stupid.
“You don’t need to fill the silence.” I stare straight ahead, focusing on the road. “People always assume that it’s is a bad thing, but some of the best thoughts come out of silence.”
“I guess some people don’t like the idea of being alone with their thoughts, so they assume everyone else is the same?” she suggests. “It’s hard trying to think of something to say that doesn’t sound patronizing, but not replying at all feels worse.”
“Why? There are plenty of people who have problems worse than mine.” I shrug. “I could’ve been caught on video, singing that song I wrote for the guy I was in love with when I was fourteen.”
“I wasn’t in love with you,” she groans.
“Right. You just wanted me to be your lover.” I grin. “And someone to protect you from killer caterpillars.”
“Lover?” she repeats. “Settle down, Fabio. Forget about making fun of me and tell me what the plan is. Once we get to Vegas.”
“I’m not sure,” I admit. “I’m still working that bit out.”
On one hand, we need to get Lily out of there. On the other, I don’t want to miss that wedding if I can help it. I change my mind at least a few times a day on what the best approach is. I know Julian will understand if he knows the real reason.
But I still hate feeling like I’m letting him down.
"Not far now.”
Katie glances at me, so I point off into the distance where I can see Vegas lighting up the sky. It’s getting dark, so the sun is beginning to set, which is creating the most stunning backdrop. And it’s romantic—if you’re into that kind of thing.
“Oh wow,” she says, when she follows my gaze.
She smiles, like she can’t look away. Kind of like how I’m feeling right now, too. Only it’s not the sunset I’m looking at.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” I say, my eyes still on her.
“Pretty?”
I raise my eyebrows at her, because she’s finding that hysterical.
“Want to share the joke?” I ask.
“Sorry,” she bites down on her lip in an attempt to kill her smile. “I would’ve thought you’d be way too macho to use a word like ‘pretty.’”
“Macho?” I grin. “Me?” I glance down. “Jesus. Is it the tattoos? Because here I was thinking I was a sensitive soul. You know, the new age type.”
“New age?” she laughs. “Yeah, no.” She wrinkles up her nose as she shakes her head. “In fact, I’d use many words to describe you, but sensitive isn’t one of them.”
“Really? I’m crushed. Still, there’s nothing wrong with pretty.” I glance at her. “You’re pretty, for example.”
I chuckle as her cheeks go red.
“And your full of shit,” she grins. “You know just what to say, don’t you?”
“Do I?” My grin widens. “Huh. And here I was thinking you were the wordsmith, not me.”
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sp; “Come on, Adam. The musical jokes are getting old.”
“Then I’ll have to think up some new material. Any chance you can hit me with some inspiration?” I ask her.
“I’ll hit you with something, alright,” she mutters.
Chuckling, I turn back to the road. Every so often I glance at my phone, a new rush of anxiety sweeping through me. I’d be lying if I said I’m not nervous about getting back to Vegas. The person I’m nervous about seeing the most is Alberto. I feel like more shit has gone down in the last few days, than it has in the entire previous month.
“This is my first time in Vegas, you know.”
Katie’s voice cuts through my thoughts. Her eyes shine when they briefly meet mine. I smile, loving the raw excitement in her eyes. It’s something I haven’t felt in a long while.
“You were here a couple of days ago, remember?” I remind her. “You’re not a virgin anymore.” She glowers at me, but I laugh it off.
“I guess it just feels like one very long trip,” she says.
“Glad things aren’t dragging for you,” I laugh.
“No, you know what I mean,” she retorts, her cheeks glowing pink.
“Are you looking forward to getting home?” I ask.
“Yes and no.” she glances at me. “There’s parts of this that I’m not ready to be over and then there are things I really miss, like Alfred.”
“Boyfriend?” I ask with a knowing nod.
“You don’t think that would’ve come up?” she laughs. “Alfred is my dog.
“Alfred?” I repeat.
“What?” she asks when I stare at her.
With a name like that, I’m not sure if she’s being serious or not. I smirk as she pulls out her phone. A few seconds later, she holds up a picture, a triumphant look on her face. I laugh, because that dog looks so familiar, it’s scary.
“What are you laughing at?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I smirk. “Just that I had a great uncle named Alfred. He was a tiny angry little man with way too much facial hair. If I had to think of an equivalent dog, I’d picture that.
She laughs. “I’m sure Great Uncle Alfred would be thrilled.”
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