Bad Girlfriend (First & Last #4) (21 page)

Adam stood to clear the dishes and what he brought back to the table had me nearly spitting out the sip of wine I had just taken.  He set down a bottle of tequila, a lime, a salt shaker and two shot glasses.

“I thought we agreed to forget that night.”

Adam shook his head as he poured the tequila.  “Technically we both did forget it.  But I want to toast to our first night together, however hazy it may be. 
Because if that night had never happened, we might not be sitting where we are now.”

That was kind of sweet in a weird way.  I
clinked my shot glass against his, and said, “To mistakes.”

“But not regrets.”

The tequila burned my throat, and Adam coughed once too.

Taking my hand, he pulled me up out of the chair and into his arms.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, running his hands down my sides and back up under the shirt to cup my butt.  He stroked his thumbs under the edge of my panties as he pulled me against him.

I tugged on the hem of his shirt and kissed his neck.  “You are wearing entirely too many clothes.”

“Well, we’d better do something about that,” he said, stepping back to pull his shirt off over his head.

I reached for his belt buckle, but he stopped me.  Jeez, not again.

Taking my shoulders he nudged me toward the bed.  Stopping at the side of the bed he reached around to undo the buttons of my shirt.  His shirt.  When he slid it off my shoulders, he moved my hair to the side so he could kiss his way from my ear to my shoulder.  I shivered, both from the cold and from the feel of his mouth.  It made me remember how his mouth felt in other places, and my body went soft.

Adam ran his hands up my arms and then over my stomach, pulling me back against his body.  I could feel his erection against
me, and I pushed my butt back against him.  I smiled when he groaned and gripped my hips.

“Lie down,” he said, nuzzling my neck.

I crawled onto the bed and started to roll onto my back.  Adam stopped me.

“On your stomach.”

Oh.  This was interesting.

I heard him undo his belt and pull down the zipper on his jeans.  When he crawled onto the bed and knelt on
either side of my upper thighs, I could feel he still wore his boxers.  He took my hair and moved it to the side, so my back was bared for his touch.

Leaning over me, he pressed hot kisses to the back of my neck while his hands undid the clasp of my bra.  Pushing it away, he began to massage my back.  I moaned with pleasure and stretched my arms over my head, feeling like purring.  No one had ever given me a massage, and it was absolutely wonderful.

Adam kneaded his fingers deep into my tense muscles, loosening and relaxing them with every touch.  From my neck down my spine to my lower back.  The best part was when he ran his fingers under the waistband of my panties.  I couldn’t help from rocking my hips up, needing him to touch me more intimately.

He chuckled.  “Patience is a virtue, Brooke.”

Adam worked his way up my back and smoothed his hands over my arms, leaning over me until he linked his fingers with mine.  When he did that, his erection rubbed over my lower back.

He squeezed my hands and licked the outer shell of my ear.  Goosebumps covered my body, and I let out an impatient moan.

When he pulled back this time, I almost cried with relief when he slowly dragged my panties down my legs.  Settling back in place, I could tell he had removed his boxers as well.  He resumed his massage, but this time his hands were on my hips and upper thighs.

I wriggled under his touch, needing more. 
He slipped one hand around the front of my hip and between my legs.  My body jerked off the bed at his touch, before settling back down, moving to the rhythm he set with his fingers.

Before long his hand was gone.  I whimpered in protest, but then I heard the distinctive crinkle o
f a condom wrapper.  I felt the hard tip of him pressing against me as he wrapped his left arm around my waist and urged me up onto my hands and knees.

With one hand on my hip and the other resuming its delicate assault between my legs, he slowly pushed inside me.  I felt deliciously full and pushed back against him
until he was buried deep.

“God, Brooke.  You feel so good,” Adam breathed.

I could feel his body trembling with need, and I pushed back again, urging him to go faster.  Harder.  I had always found this position to be impersonal.  But with Adam, I felt closer to him than ever before.  I was intimately open to him.  Vulnerable.

He began to thrust faster as his fingers worked over my core in an agonizing rhythm.  I felt the waves of release building and then exploding as I clenched around the length of him.

“Adam!”
I called out, throwing my head back with abandon.  Never before had a man made me feel so much.  The care he took to make sure I was right there with him brought tears to my eyes.

“Fuck!”
Adam swore when I tightened around him.  He kept one arm around my waist to support me when my arms threatened to give out.  After a few more delicious thrusts, he followed me over the edge, draping his body over mine as we both fell to the bed.

He moved to roll off of me, but I grabbed his arm to hold him in place.  “Not yet.”
  I wasn’t ready to give him up.  To lose the feeling of him inside me, body and soul.

When our breathing had evened out, and I wanted to take a deep breath again, I nudged him.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Adam grunted and stirred.  When he pulled out and walked into the bathroom, I immediately wanted him back.

He walked out of the bathroom, running his hands through his unruly hair.  I let my eyes greedily roam over his naked body.  Even after his release, he was still semi-erect.  Maybe we wouldn’t have to wait too long for round two.

Adam pulled down the edge of the duvet, and I scooted up to the head of the bed.  He plucked my bra off the bed and dangled it off his finger.  Tossing it over his shoulder he jumped onto the bed, hovering over me on his hands and knees.  I laughed at his playfulness.

Sex for me before had been more of a wham-bam-thank-you-maam kind of event.  The guys never stuck around for any post-coital cuddling.

“You look happy,” I commented with a smile to answer the grin on his face.

“Uh, yeah.  I just had the best sex of my life with the most beautiful girl in the world.  What’s not to be happy about?”

He pushed the bed down with his hands on either side of me, causing me to bounce around.  I clasped my hands over my boobs.  “Hey!”

“Don’t cover up.  Why do you think I’m bouncing you around?”  His eyes glittered with amusement and desire.  His emotions were infectious.

I dropped my hands and laid back.  “Bounce away.”

The heat in his eyes left room for nothing else, and he bent his head and closed his mouth over my breast.  I gasped and threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there.  When he lowered himself down on top of me, I could feel he was most definitely ready for round two.

Adam lavished attention on one breast and then the other.  His hand slipped
gently between my thighs, and he groaned when he found me still wet and ready for him.  When he started to slide down my body, I pulled on his upper arms.

“As much as I love what you’re about to do, I want you back inside me,” I whispered.

He halted his downward progress and dragged his body back up until he was kneeling between my thighs.  When he reached for the drawer in his nightstand, I said, “I’m on the pill, remember…and I’ve always used condoms before. If you don’t want to use one, I’m okay with that.”

His hand retreated from its destination, and his eyes were heavy with desire.  All playfulness was gone, replaced with pure need.

Settling back between my thighs, I felt him poised at my entrance.  He dropped his head down on my shoulder.

“Christ, Brooke.  You’re killing me.”

“Please, Adam.  I need to feel you,” I begged, gripping his ass to urge him on.

In one swift stroke he was inside me.  I gasped with pleasure, and his breath was hot and heavy on my neck.  We moved slowly together, savoring the sensation of our bodies sliding over each other.

It was a long slow burn inside of me, as he rolled his hips, leaving no part of me untouched.  The pressure of my impending orgasm was building fast.

Pushing himself up, Adam’s eyes met mine.  “I love you, Brooke.”

His unexpected confession sent me over the edge.  Tears leaked from my eyes and traced over my temples as my body quaked under him.  When I was able to find my voice, I said, “I love you, too.”

He closed
his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine.  His lips barely brushed over mine, our breath mingling as he rode the waves of my orgasm right into his own.

Thoroughly sated and exhausted, we fell asleep like that, totally entwined
.

Chapter Twenty Two

Adam

The pounding in my head woke me up, and I saw sunlight cracking through the sides of the blinds.  There was a heavy blanket draped over my chest, and something was tickling my nose.  Reaching up to scratch it, I realized it was a strand of red hair.  Looking down, I saw my blanket was in fact Brooke, keeping m
e warm with her sleek naked body.

Oh, shit.  What did we do?

When the pounding resumed, I realized it was at the door and not in my head.  And as the memories of last night flooded my mind, relief rushed through me.  It wasn’t a month ago, when I had woken up in the same situation.

Now, who the fuck was knocking on my door at…I glanced at the clock…7:30 on Saturday morning?

Easing out from under Brooke, who seemed to be able to sleep through anything, I searched around for my boxers.  Whoever was out there deserved to get my middle finger at this god awful early hour, but it could be something important.  I snagged my left foot trying to get my boxers on, and fell flat on my ass.

Finally getting covered and over to the door, I
rubbed my bruised ass as I yanked the door open, ready to give the early riser an earful.

What they got instead
was an eyeful.

Right outside my door stood Mrs. Larkin and her
ten year old son, Michael.  She was holding a large envelope, clutching it to her chest as her eyes widened and then narrowed.

Michael smiled in greeting and then his eyes caught on something behind me.  Leaning to the side slightly, he looked around me, completely fixated on what he saw. 
Mrs. Larkin also saw whatever it was Michael was looking at.  Only her reaction was one of shock.  With an offended huff, she quickly clamped her hand over Michael’s eyes and tugged him close to her.

Wondering what the hell they saw in my apartment, I looked over my shoulder.  The bed was in plain sight of the door, given how widely I had swung the door open
and how small my apartment was.  Brooke lay sprawled out on her stomach, her red hair tumbled across the white sheets.  The swell of her breast was just barely visible, and the sheet rode low, exposing the entirety of her bare back.

“Mom,” Michael wailed, trying to dislodge his mother’s hand over his eyes, no doubt to get anothe
r look at my naked girlfriend.

The look Mrs. Larkin gave me
could have frozen the Sahara desert.  With another huff and a lift of her chin, she turned her son around and dragged him down the stairs.  This whole event took less than ten seconds, and I was left scratching my head at what had just transpired.

Mrs. Larkin must have stopped by to hand deliver the PTO proposals.  Though why she
decided to bring them to my home at the break of dawn was anybody’s guess.  Chuckling to myself when I thought of the expression of awe on Michael’s face, I stripped my boxers back off and climbed back into bed.

Brooke continued to sleep while I snuggled up close and kissed her cheek.  It was only when I resorted to trailing my fingertips al
ong her side that she stirred.

“
Mmmm,” she moaned.  She rolled onto her side, and I took the opportunity to roll her under me.

It was another hour before we spoke again.

“What time is it?” Brooke asked, her eyes heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

“It’s almost 8:30.”

“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, jumping out of bed and searching for her clothes.  “I have to be at work in half an hour.”

I sat up, the sheet pooling around my waist, and enjoyed watching Brooke run around naked for a minute.

“Calm down.  You’ll make it.”  I got up and threw on a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt.

When Brooke had dressed in her clothes from the night before, I held the door open and followed her outside.

“Where are you going?” she asked me.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  I thought I’d come hang out while you get ready.”

“Okay.  But I’m showering alone.  I’m probably going to be late as it is.”