Blue Colla Make Ya Holla (74 page)

The moonlight through the trees doesn’t give me much light to see all of the ink he has added, but I almost swear the metal bars through his nipples wink at me, taunting me. My mouth is watering.

Kneeling, Adam pushes my thighs apart, his eyes heating every inch of skin as they make their way up my body. Each of his hands spanning across my thighs as they inch higher and higher, so slowly that I feel like I am going to explode if he doesn’t do something soon.

Leaning down, Adam presses his lips just above my knee. “I bet you still taste so goddamn sweet, Ainsley, and I’m fuckin’ starved.”

Grabbing my panties, Adam rips them away, tossing them to the dock. Pulling my thighs apart, Adam smiles wickedly and I nearly come un-fucking-hinged. Everyone has a trigger. That one thing that obliterates all rational thinking and common sense, the thing that can have us barely hanging on the edge of sanity. For me, it’s Adam. This is what he does to me, what no one since has, or ever would. He stokes the embers that burn within me to a full on blaze. There is no hope for ever putting it out, it can’t be tamed. With Adam James, I am destined to burn, and there’s no better way to go.

His lips brush over my mound making me arch my hips. I feel him smile against me, his tongue darting out to taste my fevered skin. Cupping my ass, Adam tilts my hips how he wants them and parts me before latching onto my clit without hesitation. His tongue flicks rhythmically against the hardening bundle of nerves. I try to tilt my hips upward, desperate for more of his mouth, but he doesn’t allow it. He growls against my clit and I moan a long, loud, desperate plea, only making him do it again. Adam is determined to draw this out, to make it last, and I don’t blame him.

I never want him to stop.

“More, Adam, please,” I beg, but he simply wraps an arm across my lower abdomen to keep me still.

I lean up on my elbows, wanting to watch as much as I can in the darkness. The moon and the stars giving off just enough light for me to make out his features. His finger thrusts into me, slow even strokes in perfect time with his licks as they build faster and faster. My head lulls back, my eyes closing as I let the sensations overtake me. My thighs shake uncontrollably, the sound of my rapid heartbeat is roaring in my ear.

God, I’ve missed him so much.

Thoughts of how this will work and what we will have to face tomorrow are nowhere in sight when Adam’s thumb presses against my rear entrance. The ring of muscles tensing in protest, but God I want him there. I want him everywhere.

His thumb circles, asking the silent question. “Please, Adam,” I pant, needing more of him, needing all of him. Now. I am hanging on by a thread, desperate for release, for all the things he had ever given to me. Freedom, acceptance, love. I want to fall over the edge into the oblivion, knowing that he is here, knowing that without a doubt, he will catch me.

His mouth leaves me, his fingers slipping from my pussy, drawing the wetness of my arousal to my asshole. “Ainsley, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says pressing the tip of his thumb inside, easing in and out slowly. “I could watch you like this all night.”

“Ah,” I cry out when his thumb slips deeper. My body instinctively wants to resist the invasion, but the pleasure that spreads through my body as he works his thumb in and out has me relaxing and embracing the unbelievable feeling of fullness.

Bending down, Adam runs his lips along my inner thigh, nipping and sucking his way up to my center. When his tongue flicks over my clit, my hips jolt upward causing his thumb to plunge into me to the hilt. Flicking his tongue faster, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I fall.

I tumble over the edge and lose myself as I shake uncontrollably, screaming his name into the night as my orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, leveling me.

Adam slows his movements, gently bringing me down from ecstasy. “I need you, Adam,” I say, once my breathing regulates. He stands to his feet and lifts me into his arms. “Now.”

“I want you in my bed, baby.” Adam’s voice makes it very clear that he is just as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him there. “I need us where we belong.”

I don’t argue. Instead, I settle my cheek on his bare shoulder as he carries me up the path back to the house. Stepping onto the porch, he shoulders open the door and settles me onto my feet. The lights flick on and I hear him kick the door closed, but my focus is on the space. The once run down cabin is now fully restored. The wood has been replaced and polished, the old hardwood floor now a beautiful dark cherry color.

“Adam, it’s beautiful,” I gasp, my eyes widening when they take in the stone fireplace. Uncaring that I am naked, I walk over and run my fingers along the mantle, taking in the handmade piece that must have taken weeks to put together himself.

“So are you,” he replies, circling my waist with his arms. Pressing his lips to my shoulder, he drags them up the side of my throat.

Turning to face him, my fingers instantly itch to touch him. My fingers skim his chest as I lean down and brush my lips over one of his pierced nipples, causing him to hiss loudly through his teeth. I run my hands along his abdomen, his muscles twitching when I run my fingers along the waistband of his jeans. “You’re still dressed,” I say, popping the button open. “Take me to bed, Adam,” I breathe, pushing up on my toes to run my tongue along his partly opened lips.

“Christ, Ainsley, you’re gonna kill me before we even get there,” he warns when I slide down the zipper and slip my hand inside to wrap my fingers around his rock hard erection. His fingers grip my wrist. I tighten my fingers as he pulls my hand free, squeezing as I pull. “Fuck,” he groans, pulling me against his body, rolling his hips. “I’m so fuckin’ hungry for you, baby.”

Grabbing my ass with his hands, he urges me to wrap my legs around him. “When did you become such a caveman? I can walk, you know?”

Adam’s hand slides up my back and into my hair, pulling the strands, almost painfully causing my stomach to flip. “Don’t count on being able to walk tomorrow,” he boasts, his eyes darkening as he makes his way past the couch and through the door that I know leads to the cabin’s master bedroom.

My fingers dive into his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands with my fingers. “Do your worst,” I challenge, slamming my mouth to his.

My back hits the mattress as we tumble onto the bed, my hips rolling against the worn denim still covering his crotch, causing him to groan low in his throat. Ripping his mouth from mine, Adam pushes from the bed to his feet. He kicks his boots from his feet before shoving his jeans down his long, lean, legs. His erection is thick and heavy as he palms it, his hand running up and down it, slowly, as he stares at me.

Letting my legs fall open, I hold up my hand, crooking my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture as I wink at him. “I’d love to help you with that,” I whisper, running my tongue across my bottom lip.

Adam settles on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. He runs the tip along the swollen lips of my pussy, then brushes his cock over my clit again and again. My eyes flutter closed, my pelvis tilting to increase the friction against my throbbing clit. He’s dragging this out, painfully, and I fucking love it. After the years of being apart, he knows the cues my body gives and still can read me like an open book.

Just as my thighs begin to tremble, Adam pulls back. My eyes fly open as he leans over me and opens the bedside table, retrieving a condom from the drawer. “I have no clue why I bought these after seeing you the other day, but I’m so fucking glad I did.” I watch every move he makes: tearing the foil with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length, then he strokes slowly as he positions himself at my entrance. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this moment, right fucking now,” he growls, as he plunges into me.

I gasp, my body clenching around him. Adam stills, his eyes closing tightly as sweat begins to form on his brow. Wrapping my legs around his narrow hips, I try to move, to take more of him, but I can’t. He won’t let me. Adam grips my hips, his fingers digging in almost painfully and I welcome the bite. It reminds me that this is real and not the dream I have had for years where he makes love to me before walking away like I never mattered in the first place. All the doubt is gone, the questions that I never thought I’d get answers to, it’s all meaningless just like the lies my father told us both to keep us apart.

I can’t help giggle.

Adam’s eyes fly open, his brow knitting together as he stares down at me. “Not the noise I expected to hear with my dick inside you, baby.”

“Sorry.” I giggle again, “I was just thinking about my dad,” I explain.

“Again,” he mumbles, leaning down and brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Not something I was expecting to hear with my dick inside you, baby.” His lips brush over mine gently; I part mine, letting him slip his tongue inside, moving my own against it. My hands cup his face, running my fingers along his stubbly jaw as I lose myself in his kiss.

Then we’re moving. Adam rolls us, so that I am above him while he leans his back against the headboard of the bed. My mouth doesn’t leave his. I roll my hips sliding down until he’s seated fully inside me, he moans into my mouth as I grind against him. Our bodies move together; with rise of my hips, Adam thrusts his hips upward in a desperate move not to lose the connection. I rotate my hips, moving up, down, up, and down, again and again. His balls slap against my ass as I grind my clit into his pelvis. It’s perfection. Adam’s hands slide up my body to palm my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples between his fingers.

Ripping my mouth from his, I fling my head back as I moan. “You feel so good,” I cry out, moving my hips faster and faster. “I’m so close.”

One of Adam’s hands slides down to clasp my hip, his fingers digging in as he tries to slow my movements, but I’m too far gone. Reaching behind me, I hold onto his thighs, riding out my orgasm as it washes over me. I clench around him as I ride out the wave, not wanting it to be over so soon. I want to draw out the pleasure. I don’t want this feeling to ever go away. The ache that has lived inside me for so long is replaced with a sated feeling of elation that feels like flying.

Even when I was away at school, my parent’s had somewhat of a hold on me. Thousands of miles separated us, yet they had their claws in me, their expectations were enough to choke the life out of me. And, for a long time, it did.

Not anymore.

Meeting Adam’s eyes, I move against him as I feel him swelling inside me, stretching me. “Fuck, Ainsley. I’m coming!” Adam shouts, thrusting his hips against me, the loud slaps and our panting breaths echo off the walls. He body stills, his hand cups my face and I stare into his eyes. “I love you, Ainsley,” he says, before kissing me softly and rolling us to our sides.

Adam slips from my body and I miss the connection immediately. “I love you, too, Adam. I never stopped.”

“I’ll be right back.” Climbing from the bed, Adam walks out of the room, giving me a great view of the tribal ink that spans his back along with his sexy ass.

Looking up at the ceiling, I try to wrap my head around everything that has happened. Never in my wildest dreams did I see myself lying in Adam’s bed again. I thought I’d never hear him say he loved me again. After that night on the beach, it was safe to assume that I’d lost all hope of building my life with him.

Now, it’s not so impossible.

“What’s on that beautiful mind of yours?” Adam asks, pulling the edge of the blanket down so that I can slip beneath it. Sliding in beside me, he pulls my back against his chest.

“I’m happy,” I say, because honestly, that’s all I’ve got.

“I am too,” he replies, kissing my hair. “I want you here with me, Ainsley. Every night, in my bed, every day your smile the first thing that I see.” Turning me to my back, Adam stares down at me, his eyes soft, yet serious. “We can make this work, I just need to know you want it as badly as I do. My feelings for you haven’t changed.”

Reaching up, I cup his face, and he nuzzles my palm. The coarse stubble from his jawline brushing roughly against my hand. “We promised to love each other forever, Adam,” I whisper, leaning up to brush my lips over his, gently. “I never could let you go.”

His lips trail down my jaw and stop just behind my ear. “I’ve already gotten started on forever, a long time ago, Ainsley. No matter how hard I’ve tried, I’ve never seen anyone but you.”

Adam

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W
atching Ainsley sleep
in my arms, I can’t bear to fall asleep. Part of me is afraid that if I do, I’ll wake up and find out it was all some cruel dream. After talking for a while, we took a shower, where I devoured every inch of her body until the hot water turned cold. After that, I went outside and collected our clothes and my bag while Ainsley managed to find something in the cabinets for us to eat.

Now, here I lay with her in my arms while she sleeps. The sun is peaking through the window, telling me that the night is over, but the day comes with all kinds of new beginnings. After everything that has happened, here she is in my arms again. I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way, even if that means leaving the only place I have ever called home.