“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Adam.”
“Don’t be sorry—we all have our weaknesses. Mine are of a chemical nature. You just crave butt sex.”
He couldn’t stand that she was hurting, that he was the cause of her trouble. He was pretty much always the cause of her trouble. But knowing that did not make him willing to give her up for her own good. She was stuck with him through thick and thin. He was selfish that way.
“I don’t need the butt sex, Adam,” she said. “I just need you.”
Did she mean that? She looked sincere, and he knew she was a terrible liar, so he let himself believe her. Because he needed to believe her. He pulled her into his arms, pretending he didn’t know why she flinched when her naked rear settled on his lap.
“You have me,” he assured her as he stroked her soft hair and she nestled her face in the crook of his neck.
“And you have me,” she said.
He was counting on that. Because without her, his only happiness came in chemical form. And realizing how easily he could go back to his old ways scared the shit out of him.
Chapter Ten
Adam helped Madison out of the shower and wrapped her in a thick white towel before carrying her to the bed. The ride back to the hotel had been cursed with tortured silence. Neither of them would say something was wrong, but he was sure she felt the tension as much as he did.
He dried her carefully and stared down at her in the dim light coming from the bathroom. Did she really love him? If she did, he could get through this. They could get through this together. But if she was just saying the words and going through the motions . . .
He closed his eyes and spread kisses over her throat and collarbones. She didn’t protest as he sucked marks on her chest. Normally she didn’t let him do that, not where the hickeys might be visible. But maybe she let him do it tonight because she no longer had a job, so it didn’t matter if she had his marks all over her. Or maybe she realized how much he needed to claim every inch of her as his. To let people see it as much as he felt it.
He wanted to erase all memories of those other men from her mind and from her body. He used his hand to guide himself into her warm, slick pussy and then tangled both hands in her hair, staring deeply into her eyes as he claimed her with slow, sensual strokes. Her lips parted, and her breathing quickened. Face flushed, she arched into him, her hands gripping his ass to encourage him to take her deeper. As her pleasure intensified, her eyes drifted closed, but he would have none of that. He tugged at her hair, pausing in his strokes to wait for her eyes to open again. When her gaze focused on him once more, he thrust into her, driving his length deep and churning his hips.
As their bodies connected and their souls mingled, his pleasure raced toward its peak. Just before he lost himself, he pulled out. He needed more time to drive those other men away. Could she still feel their hands on her? Their mouths? Their dicks? He didn’t know if she could or not. But he could still see them. Every time he looked at her he saw them. And he had no one to blame for this particular stint in Hell but himself.
“Adam?”
His name on her sweet lips made his heart ache. He kissed a trail down her body, between her perfect breasts, down her quivering belly, and lower until his face was buried between her thighs. He teased her clit with his lips and tongue and the occasional sucking kiss until she cried out and her body quaked with release. He surged upward, claiming the remnants of her orgasm by fucking her clenching pussy until she was spent.
“Oh God, Adam,” she said between gasps for breath. “That was amazing.”
But he was far from finished. He pulled out again and shifted to pleasure her with his mouth once more. Each time he brought her to climax with his mouth, he rode out her storm, but he dared not stay inside her for long. He wasn’t ready to let her rest. Not until she came as hard as she’d come when that knight had settled up against her back and shoved his cock up her ass. He needed to make her come that hard all on his own. He had some strange personal vendetta against her orgasm. He needed to prove to her—or maybe to himself—that he was good enough to truly satisfy her. After several failed attempts to bring her to the peak he knew her body was capable of, he feared that she really did need double penetration to find true bliss.
“Adam, you have to stop. I can’t take any more,” she said, clinging to his hair as he worked her clit with his mouth.
Maybe she’d come so hard because he’d teased her mercilessly before they’d arrived at the club. Maybe that had been the difference. He slid a finger into her ass, knowing she was tender back there, but rather than protest, she begged for more.
“Oh yes,” she groaned. “Deeper. Please.”
He turned her on her side, with one of her legs around his waist, so he could more easily fill her with cock and fingers simultaneously. It wasn’t quite double penetration, but it was the best he could do without the assistance of sex toys. Or other men . . .
Fuck.
Madison screamed when a particularly strong orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t think it had been quite as all-encompassing as the one she’d had at the sex club, but it was close. As he sought his own release, he promised himself he’d get her there next time. His climax built quickly, tearing a deep groan from him as he let go. He filled her with his body’s offering, fixed on the knowledge that none of those other men had experienced the bliss of her pussy or found release inside her. No other man’s cum had ever entered her body in her entire life. Only his.
And when he could get hard again, he would forgo his usual condom to fuck her ass raw so he could fill her back passage with his cum as well.
He sucked another mark on her shoulder. His possessiveness was confusing and completely overwhelming, but he couldn’t deny it existed. Madison was his, goddammit. He was not good at sharing. He rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. His. She had to be his. Had to be.
The ring of his cellphone jerked him awake. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, but the familiar ring tone—Bad to the Bone—was one he didn’t particularly want to hear. He leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket.
“What happened?” Adam answered, his heart hammering anxiously in his chest. He knew he was supposed to hate his father. He had every reason to hate his father. But the stupid bastard was the only family he had and rushing him to the hospital last week had reminded Adam of how truly alone he’d be if the son of a bitch died on him.