Forever (This #5) (25 page)

“Please.”

His lips curve into a smile around my skin. “Oh, Sam. Your body may be more than a wonderland.”

I throw my head back as his tongue traces the outline of my ribs, then my hips, and finally flicks the most sensitive part of my body. I flinch. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please. More. Don’t stop.” I buck my hips, begging for friction.

“Fuck.”

“Me?”

He laughs, his stubble creating even more sensations. “Patience. Love is patient.”

I swallow. “Sam is not.”

“We’ll have to work on that.”

His tongue lashes out, whipping and licking as my hips increase their pace. “Joe…”

He grunts, and the elastic coils of my body are pulled so tight, just one more touch and they’ll snap undone. “I’m gonna come.” How could anything so wrong feel so right?

He doesn’t stop, but rather increases his pace and nods. I want to touch him, to thread my fingers in his hair, pull him closer to me, get more of him, but I can’t. My bones turn to mush, my head falls back, my mouth becomes lax, and the only thing I can think is this man was made for me.

As the ripples of pleasure leave me, Joe picks me up, carries me through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, and into the master bedroom, which has huge floor-to-ceiling bay windows. He must have hired someone to decorate it because everything coordinates perfectly. “This house is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” He caresses my cheek, then tucks my bangs behind my ears. “I love this longer hair on you.”

“I’m not sure my hair should ever be described as long.” It’s just a shaggier pixie cut than what I usually wear.

“You’re probably right about that. It’s sexy, though.”

“Speaking of sex.” I undo the button of his jeans, then the zipper, and give them a gentle tug. They are so loose, it doesn’t take much to make them pool on the floor around his feet. “Do you have a condom?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I laugh. “Of course you have a condom. You’re Joe Adams.”

He smirks. “You’re not on the pill?”

“I can’t take the pill.”

“Really? And why is that?”

“The way birth control prevents pregnancy in me is by removing my desire to do the deed that produces offspring.”

“Oh, well, we can’t have any of that.”

“Nope.” I’m kinda relieved I can’t take that nasty little pill. It’s always given me an excuse to use protection. I’ve never understood girls who just took a guy’s word for it when they said they were clean. There are asshats out there who just don’t care about anything other than getting laid. They’ll say or do anything to get a piece of ass. “We are going to have sex, right?” I wink at him. “You know, after all this time of waiting to get the girl.”

His lips crash into mine. He doesn’t wait for me to part them to give him access, he greedily takes it. Our tongues dance in perfect harmony. I reach and pull his boxers down, breaking our kiss. His mouth moves to my neck, to my ear, to my jaw. I stare down as his length springs free. His hands pull me to the edge of the bed, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Do you like what you see?” he asks.

“Uh huh. Very much so.”

He pushes against my mound. “Do you like what you feel?”

“I’d like it better if it were inside me.”

“I love your smart mouth.”

I shrug. “What are you gonna do about it?” He reaches into the night stand and pulls a condom. “How many women have you made love to here?”

“Warning. Mood killer.” He rips the package open with his teeth. “No. I’m kidding. None. Not a single woman has been in this room.”

“You just keep condoms in the dresser just in case.”

“Yep. This house is my man cave.” He slides the rubber over the tip of his length.

Laughter erupts. “Your man cave? Like you have a single one.” He smirks. “I mean, the club is a pretty huge man cave.”

“The club is work.”

“True.”

“But after that conversation about how I wished you’d be here to watch the sunset with me.” He eyes the window. The sun’s setting. “I put them in the drawer. Wishful thinking.” He pushes into me.

“Oh, Joe.”

“Damn, you feel better than I imagined.” He pulls back, then thrusts again. My hips rise to meet his, my arms drift above my head, and I close my eyes as the sensations take over, making my ability to form words or coherent thoughts very difficult. “Ah.”

He rotates his hips as he pounds in and out of me. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last long.” He slows, then stills. “Especially with you like this.” He slides his hand between us and starts to massage my clit.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Don’t stop that.” I buck my hips again, craving friction. “Oh, Joe.”

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His fingers continue to work their magic. The sensations build, and my insides start to quicken. “Yeah,” he groans. “That’s it.” He nearly pulls all the way out and then slowly pushes back in. He does it again, and ripples of pleasure consume me as I quake around his length. I open my eyes, and his are fixed on me. “Ah,” he moans, as his orgasm pumps to the contractions of my own.

“That was incredible.”

It didn’t take him long to recover for round two. The time on the bar doesn’t count because there was nothing for him to rebound from. He’s caressing my hair as I strum his solid chest, the sheet resting at the bottom on the veins that form a V in his hips. “So, Christmas should be even more interesting than it sounds like it’s already going to be. That was pretty bold of Bradley to bring that up like that on the trip.”

“Yeah. I hate a holiday I look so forward to on a yearly basis is now one I’m dreading. Thanks, Bradley.”

“I get why they’re doing it.” He kisses my head. “Maybe you should try to talk to your father before the big day. Maybe you can work it out with him.”

“Because you’re an expert on working things out with your parents.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” I feel his shoulders shrug beneath me. “I wish things could be different with my fucked up parental situation, but it is what it is.”

“Well, mine is what it is too. He beat my sister. In front of me. I remember every detail all these years later.”

“He was a different person then.”

“The alcohol makes him a different person. What if he goes back?”

“I don’t think he will.”

“Because you’re also an expert in Gabe?”

“Because I know people, and I believe in second chances.”

“Then why won’t you give your parents a second chance?”

“They don’t really want one. They don’t think they’ve done anything wrong. I would if they did. Ryan’s always been their prodigal son.”

I shake my head. “I’m sure they’re proud of you.”

“Proud of the bar owner who barely passed his classes at Clemson?” He threads his fingers in mine. “Nah. I don’t think so.”

“So what do we do about this parent situation?”

“I guess nothing. I do wish you’d give Gabe a second chance, though.”

“I’ll give him a second chance when you give your parents a second chance.”

He stares into my eyes, blinks, and turns away. “I can’t.”

“Christmas should be interesting, then, huh?”

“The only way I’ll survive it is by knowing I get to bring you back here and unwrap you.” He nuzzles my neck. “You’re the only gift I need this Christmas. And you came early, so I get more time to enjoy you.” He slides a finger, then two, between my slick folds.

“Again?”

“Again. And again. And a-fucking-gain, Sam.”

A jingly medley starts to chirp out of Joe’s phone. “Don’t answer it,” I whisper.

“I wasn’t gonna.” His tongue lashes against the mound of my nipple. “Nothing is more important than this.”

“No.” I moan. “Nothing.” The ringing stops. Seconds later as his mouth finds its way to my navel, a chime chirps. “Voicemail?”

He smirks and nods. “It can wait.”

I take his head between my hands and pull his lips to mine. Our tongues twist and tangle in a perfect erotic rhythm until the voice of a toddler starts saying, “Sam, hurry. Answer your phone.” I freeze.

“Who is that? I’ve never heard your ringtone before. How is that possible?” He kisses my cheek, then my ear, and then my neck.

“Hope. A patient with mitochondrial disease I met while volunteering at the hospital in high school. She had to have her feeding tube changed, and she always got tense and would cry. That made it hard to get the tube into her intestines. This one particular day, her parents said I could go with them for the procedure. The hospital was nice and let me watch since they knew I was considering pre-med.