Sweet Addiction (4 page)

Pulling out his
fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my breasts and immediately
licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back and
locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait
anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep
push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.

“Reese!” His thrusts
are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the
vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as
he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before
he rams it back in.

“Dylan, holy
shit.”  He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his
hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip
before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare mesmerized.

Rocking my hips into
his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I had ever felt anything in my life. His
green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me
echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good.
So fucking good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me
.
”
No guy
has ever talked to me during sex and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever
heard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the
moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling
my need for him.

“I’m close. Come with
me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my
dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax
to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt.
“Reese. OhGod.”

His free hand grips my
neck and pulls me into his thrusts that are now so powerful I think I might
split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes,
his eyes never leaving mine and my name escaping his lips at his release. I
thought that most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one. 
And something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel
makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face towards
him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one
corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped and I couldn’t
care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.

“What the fuck was
that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face.
Amazing. Mind
blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined.
I want to say these things
but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what
the hell he means by it.

He shuts his eyes and
pulls out of me, tossing the used condom before he pulls his pants up and tucks
himself back in. Turning his body towards me, he picks up his suit jacket and
slips it across his broad shoulders, his face completely impassive.
Ah. The
awkward aftermath of sex with a stranger
. I avoid his eyes as I hop down
and turn to fix my dress in the mirror, realizing that he still has my panties
in his pocket.
Fuck, is he going to give them back? Or does he expect me to
ask him for them?
I meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, breaking the
contact almost immediately at the sight of his tight jaw and creased brow.
Fuck
that. I’m not asking him anything.

The door rattles.
“Shit.” His voice is clipped and irritated as he glances at me before turning
towards the door. “I’m really sorry,” he says as his fingers slide the lock
back and he opens it, allowing two men to enter as I stand at the sink.

“Well, well, well. What
have we here?”

I shake my head and
push past them, my shoulder brushing against Reese as I walk down the hallway
and quickly up the stairs, leaving him in the restroom.
Jesus Christ what
was his problem? What the fuck was he sorry for? He came didn’t he?
I’m
fuming, my hands clenched tightly at my side as I storm through the crowd.
I
make my way to my table where my two friends sit, picking at the food on their
plates. Their eyes both lock onto my face and Joey grins wide while Juls
studies me questionably.

“I need to get out of
here,” I say, grabbing my clutch that I had left on the table and trying my
best to avoid their stares.

“And where the hell
have you been?” Joey asks, pushing his plate away as Juls stands up and walks
over towards me. “Please tell me you just got thoroughly fucked.”

“Yes, Dylan, where were
you? You missed the cake cutting.”
God damn it. That’s the only thing I
really wanted to see
.

“Don’t ask.” I glance
to my right and spot Reese as he walks towards his table, his eyes meeting mine
briefly before flicking away. He looks thoroughly fucked as well, his hair a
sexy disheveled mess.

“Oh Christ. Please tell
me you didn’t do what I think you did with him?” I bend down and kiss Joey
quickly on the cheek, ignoring Juls questioning.

“Are you coming with
me?” I ask.

“Nah, I’m going to
spend some more alone time with Billy.” He pulls me closer to him. “I want
every fucking detail tomorrow.” I roll my eyes at him before I turn and walk
out of the reception area with Juls.

I make it down the
stairs and to the front door before she stops me and demands answers. “Well?”

“Well what? I forgot
your question.”
I didn’t.

She crosses her arms
over her chest and glares at me. “Did you fuck Reese? Dylan, please tell me you
didn’t.”

“Technically, he fucked
me and thoroughly freaked out afterwards. Can I go now please?”

Her mouth drops open.
“Fucking motherfucker. Dylan he’s married.”

I have to grip the wall
to prevent myself from falling over. “What? But he said he didn’t have a
girlfriend.” My mouth drops open. “Oh, that asshole. I bet her thought he was
really clever, telling me he hasn’t had a girlfriend since college. I suppose a
wife isn’t technically a girlfriend.” The tight sensation in my gut from my
previous orgasm is now instantly replaced with nausea and an intense urge to
punch Reese in the nuts. “How do you know he’s married?”

Juls runs her hands
down her face. “Ian told me he was married when I met all of them briefly for
drinks last week. Wow. What a scumbag.”
Indeed.
Scumbag doesn’t even
come close to describe him at the moment. I’m thinking douche-bag, tool,
asshole, fucking prick. 

Pinching the top of my
nose with my thumb and pointer finger, I quickly replay the hottest sex I’ve
ever had over in my head. I drop my hand and clench my fist.
I could kill
him.
“And no fucking wonder he couldn’t get away from me quick enough
afterwards. How the hell was I supposed to know he was married? He wasn’t
wearing a ring.”

“Dylan?” We both turn
our attention to Justin who is standing at the bottom of the steps, eye wide
and full of shock as he looks at me.
Well this night just keeps getting
better.

I snap my eyes back to
my best friend, ignoring the cheating loser on the stairs. “I’m leaving before
I get arrested for homicide. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say to Juls and Juls
alone.

I open the door and
walk out to the valet attendants, reminding them that I am the owner of the
delivery van as they laugh amongst themselves. I’m fuming and so not in the
mood for this shit.
“You’re working a fucking wedding so I know you’re
not riding around in Lexus’. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and
they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly towards the parking lot.

“Dylan, can I talk to
you?” Justin’s voice comes from behind me.

“No. Congratulations
Justin. The ceremony was lovely.” I feel his hand on my shoulder and I turn
quickly, stepping out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me.
Shouldn’t you be upstairs with your wife?”

He snickers and steps
closer, his gray eyes full of mischief. “Well if I heard correctly, aren’t
married men your thing now?”
Oh no, he did not just say that.
My hand
comes hard and fast, slapping him across his face as he stumbles back,
wide-eyed and smiling.

“Fuck you,” I spat,
seeing Sam pull up to the curb and walking quickly to the driver’s side. I
can’t pull away fast enough; tires spinning as I quickly make my way down the
long driveway and away from my complete fuck up of a night. I should have never
come to this stupid thing.
Hooking up with a married man at the wedding of
my ex-boyfriend. Jesus Karma. You are one hateful bitch.

Sunday was a complete blur.
I spent the entire day in bed unless I had to use the bathroom or get something
from the kitchen. After several missed calls and texts from Joey, I finally
turned my phone off and kept it that way the rest of the day. Juls probably
made him aware of Reese being married, but whereas she was into lecturing me
about the topic, Joey would high-five me, insisting I tell him every juicy
detail about the hook up. And I wasn’t in the mood for either. I didn’t want to
think about the best orgasm I’d ever had. I didn’t want to think about the way
his lips felt against mine, against my skin, the taste of his mouth, his smell,
the way his face looked when he came, the sound of my name on his lips, the way
he looked at me as he fucked me against the sink, or how ridiculously huge he
was. Because he was married. He was fucking married and a complete tool for
hooking up with me behind his wife’s back. I can’t even have a one night stand
without it blowing up in my face. And then there was my jerk off of an
ex-boyfriend. Following me outside and putting his hands on me like that when
he should have been glued to his new wife’s side. Talk about a scumbag. Of
course, he did get cheated on at his own wedding which could not delight me
more. That bastard got everything he deserved and whatever else is coming to
him. I hope he doesn’t find out about his wife’s indiscretions for a while and
thinks he’s in a loving marriage when in reality she is out fucking anything
that moves.

**

My alarm annoyingly
wakes me at 5:00a.m. on Monday as usual. I like to get a run in every morning
before I open up the shop, mainly because of the large amount of sugar
consumption that happens regularly between Joey and me during work hours.
Dressing in my running gear, I grab my phone and keys off my nightstand and go
downstairs into the large kitchen. I live in a small loft above the bakery and
have since I opened the place three years ago. It’s practical for me living at
my job since some days I’m required to get up in the middle of the night to work
on something for a client. My loft consists of one large room that I separated
into two with a decorative screen, giving my bedroom area some privacy from the
living room and kitchen. It is small, quaint, and cheap. Renting the room above
the bakery only costs me $850 a month which is relatively inexpensive for the
downtown Chicago area. Below the loft, the stairs dump out into the large
kitchen/work space that I spend the majority of my time in, with a doorway that
leads out to the main bakery. I make my way through that doorway and smile at
Joey’s face that is pressing against the glass, peering inside. He never misses
a run. I step outside and lock up behind me, seeing his angry expression
glaring at me as I spin to greet him.

“Well, thank God you aren’t
dead. What the fuck? I called you a million times yesterday.” He stretches his
back by twisting from left to right. “I believe I told you that I wanted
details.”

I bend down and reach
for my toes and he does the same. “I’m sorry. I needed to mentally check out
yesterday. The wedding was a bit much.”
Understatement of the century.
Stretching my hamstrings, I stand up and press my hand against the window of
the bakery to steady myself.

“And are you going to
just stand there and
not
tell me what the fuck that means?”

“I’m sure you already
know everything, you gossip queen. Hasn’t Juls spilled the big surprise?”

We start jogging down
the sidewalk together, our feet hitting the pavement at the same time. It’s
already hot as hell outside and that just ups my annoyance level.

“What big surprise?
Juls spent the rest of the reception sucking Ian’s face and God knows what else
and I ate my weight in cake after I saw Billy flirting with a waiter.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry,
Joey. That really sucks.”

“Whatever. He ended up
driving me home and I did him in the back of his Denali as punishment.”

I push his arm but he
doesn’t budge. The man is a mountain of muscle. “Jesus. Well I guess you showed
him.”

“Oh I did. Now, what
surprise?” We make our usual trek down Fayette Street on the deserted sidewalk,
Joey initiating the pace as he always does. 

“Reese is married.”
God
it still sucked today saying it out loud. And why did my heart physically ache
at the sound of it. I couldn’t be that
affected by a wedding hook up, no
matter how good the sex was.
I stop running and look back at Joey who is
frozen on the pavement, his blond curls already sticking to his forehead with
sweat.

“He’s what?” He starts
up again, momentarily stunned and I move with him.

“You heard me. Fucking
married. Of course, he didn’t mention this before, during, or after our hot as
hell sex in the men’s bathroom. He just simply asked me ‘what the fuck was
that’
after he came, told me he was sorry, and went on about his
business.” I push my legs faster as we run up a small hill, feeling the burn in
my thighs.

“What a dick. Are you
sure though? I mean, I didn’t see a ring and you know I hunt that out first
thing.”

“Yea, so do I.
Apparently, Ian told Juls that he was married. He probably didn’t wear his ring
so he could fuck me blind. Oh and I almost forgot, to top the night off, Justin
followed me outside and alluded to me fucking
him
since married men are
my thing now.”
Asshole.

Joey snaps his head
towards me, eyes wide. “Are you fucking serious right now? Where the fuck was I
when all this was happening? Oh that’s right, I was eating my God damned
feelings.” He picks up his pace as I struggle behind him.

“Slow down! Your legs
are miles longer than mine.”

“Crap, sorry.” He
returns to my side. “I’m sorry about Reese cupcake. I really am. But---”

“Don’t fucking say it,
Joey.” I knew exactly what his next words would be.

“I’m just saying---”

“Shut it, Holt,” I spat
as he spins around to face me, effortlessly running backwards.

“You could be the sexy
mistress. If the sex was
that
good, why give it up?” Now
I
started sprinting and hear a squeal from him as he catches up within seconds.

“Are you mental? I am
not going to be his fuck buddy on the side. I don’t care how amazing the sex
was or how hard he made me come. Fuck that shit.” I wipe my forehead with the
back of my hand, the sweat already starting to build on my skin.

“Ooohhh how hard
did
he make you come? Was he huge? Please tell me it didn’t have some weird hook to
it like Billy’s did.” He shakes his head quickly. “I’m not quite sure how I
feel about that yet.” 

“Jesus Christ. It is
way too early to talk about dick sizes and which way they curve.” I pause. “But
for the record, he’s massive and as straight as you pretended to be in high
school.”

“I fucking knew it. You
lucky bitch.”

We ran in silence the
rest of the way around the neighborhood, the only noises coming from us being
our breathing and the sound of our shoes striking the pavement. I ran fast and hard,
desperately trying to push the memory of Reese and our hook up out of my mind
and hoping to run away from it. But that wasn’t going to happen, at least not
today. And it wasn’t happening for my running partner either. I could almost
hear Joey’s mind working as we ran, most likely coming up with all the possible
secret rendezvous scenarios between Reese and myself. Needless to say, the five
mile trek today was both mentally and physically exhausting.

I showered and dressed
for the day after saying goodbye to Joey so he could do the same. He only lived
a few blocks from the bakery and would be back before we opened at 7:00a.m. He
was my only employee at the moment, seeing as I hadn’t gotten around to hiring
anybody to replace Tiffany after I fired her. I wasn’t entirely sure I needed
anybody else to work for me, Joey and I seemed to manage just fine on our own.
I grew up with him, going to high school together and then to college where we
both studied business. He was more than supportive when I dreamed of opening my
own bakery and insisted on becoming my assistant so that we could stay close.
Although, deep down I think he just wanted to sample all my new
creations.  Thank God for our daily runs, otherwise I’m certain we would
both be as big as a house.

I tie my favorite apron
on and begin pulling the pastries, muffins, cupcakes, and cookies from the back
racks and bringing them up front to the display cases. The house specialty is
my banana nut muffins that I spent five years perfecting the recipe on. They
are insanely delicious and it’s a struggle not to eat every one myself straight
out of the oven. I sold out of them every day by noon and nothing made me
prouder. At a few minutes before opening, Joey comes hustling through the door
carrying two coffees and his award winning smile. 

“I’m dick talked out so
don’t even,” I say as I open the register and count the money.

“Cupcake, there’s no
such thing, trust me. I had them put in an extra shot of espresso for you this
morning, figured you might need it,” he says, walking around the counter. 
“Although, perhaps you’d prefer hard liquor with your coffee today?” He hands
me my piping hot cup and I smile weakly. He is handsomely dressed in dark jeans
and a bright blue polo shirt that brings out the color in his eyes.

“Thanks and yes, liquor
would be my preferred beverage this morning, but I don’t think the sight of me
stumbling around the shop wasted off my ass would be good for business.” I take
a sip and let the hot liquid run down my throat, instantly perking me up as the
front door swings open. “Good morning. And how are my favorite regulars today?”

Mr. and Mrs. Crisp live
around the corner and come into the stop roughly every morning for two of my
banana muffins. They are beyond adorable and always start my day off with a
smile when I see them. “Well, besides the fact that this one kept me up all
night snoring, we are just fine, Dylan.” Mrs. Crisp motions towards her husband
who smiles sweetly at her.

“You love it, dear. I’m
sure you told me once that my snoring helps you sleep.” Mr. Crisp lovingly rubs
his wife’s back as she bats him away playfully.

“Oh that’s ridiculous,
Harry,” she huffs. I pull out their muffins as I smile and place them in a bag,
grabbing the money that was placed on the counter. “And how was the wedding,
dear? You stick it to that nasty no good ex of yours?”

I roll my eyes after
handing Mr. Crisp his change. “Not the way I would have liked to.” I cross my
arms over my chest and lean against the counter. “Whatever, I’m just glad it’s over
with. The cake looked amazing and was apparently delicious.” I motion towards
my assistant who is nibbling on a muffin. “This one ate an entire tier by
himself.”

He snorts loudly at my
declaration. “It was not an entire tier. Well actually, yeah it probably was.”
The four of us all laugh together as he devours his breakfast. The man can put
away the sweets.

The front door swings
open, getting our attention and an older gentleman carrying a white box walks
in and up to the counter. Mr. and Mrs. Crisp wave their goodbyes and slip out.

“Can I help you?” I
ask, staring at the box questionably. It doesn’t have any labels on it, giving
no indication as to where it’s from. 

He places it in front
of me with a smile. “Good morning. Delivery for a Ms. Dylan.” My eyes widen as
Joey steps next to me.

“What the hell did you
order?” he asks as I sign the slip for the man.

“I didn’t order
anything I don’t think. Who sent this?” The man just shrugs his shoulders and
takes his clipboard, pushing the box towards me on the counter and walking
quickly out of the bakery. We both stare at the box, glancing up and meeting
each other’s eyes.

“Well, aren’t you going
to open it?” he asks, arching his brows at me.

I study it suspiciously
before replying. “I don’t know, don’t bombs come in unmarked packages?”

“Who the hell would try
to bomb you?”

“Well for starters, a
certain wife of a certain someone that banged my back out Saturday night,” I
huff. He makes a face at me and pulls the white ribbon that is tied on the top,
lifting the sides of the box to reveal a folded brown card on top of white
tissue paper. I open the card and quickly scan the hand writing.

Dylan,

           
I fucked up. I’m so sorry. I would love to see you again.

                                                                       
X Reese

My mouth drops open.
“You have
got
to be kidding me.” I hand the card to Joey and hear him
gasp after a fleeting moment.

“Holy shit. He would
love to see you again? Dylan!”

Snatching the card
back, I pull apart the tissue paper and cock my head to the side as I stare at
the contents of the box. “What the hell?”

Joey leans in and
gawks. “Oh. My. God. This has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I pull out a pound of flour
and drop it on the counter as he squeals next to me. “Why would he send me
flour?” I am beyond confused right now while my assistant is bouncing around
like a bunny. You would think by the way he’s reacting that I’m currently
staring at an engagement ring instead of baking supplies.