The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (5 page)

“This has to be quick, love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.

“Oh, God.”

“You’re so wet and really fucking tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him, arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”

“Yes. Please, I need you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.

He hands it to me. “Hurry.”

I hold the wrapper with my teeth as my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length, and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and moan my response. I swallow against his lips and feel them curl up on my skin. I’m getting close already, but I want him in me; I need him in me. Going without sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.

Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand. His heavy breathing mixed with mine fills the room. I stare, fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him, and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted.
Will he even fit in me?
My mind scrambles at the thought.
Well, wouldn’t that be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.

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 have 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. Oh, God.”

His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts, which 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 leave mine and my name escapes his lips at his release. I thought 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 toward 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 toward 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 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 toward 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 toward me. “Please tell me you just got thoroughly fucked.”

“Yes, Dylan, where were you? You missed the cake cutting.”

Goddamn 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 toward 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 he 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 afterward. 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, eyes 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 I’m 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 a Lexus. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly toward 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 snap. Seeing Sam pull up to the curb, I walk 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 fuckup 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. Then there was my jerk 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.