Newly Exposed (29 page)

Before she could respond, I drove my cock deep into her to the point that my balls slapped against her ass with precision. Her back arched off the bed from my invasion and her eyes flew open, but then settled with satisfaction as I started to pick up the pace of my thrusts. I wanted to hold off, to just feel the sensation of my dick wrapped up in her tight warmth, but there was no way in hell I would be able to hold off any longer. She was killing me.
 

Death by sex with my muffin…what a way to go.
 

A euphoric tingle-like sensation ran up the back of my legs and gripped my balls in a passionate vise, releasing the pressure that had been building up since Solo walked into the room in her little lingerie set. My head fell to her shoulder as she screamed my name and she tightened around me. That was it; I shot everything I had into her as my hips pounded against hers.
 

My cock throbbed inside of her as I floated down from the cloud I shot up to the minute I was inside of Solo. My heart beat rapidly against my chest as I felt hers do the same. We both caught our breath, and when I felt her shift under me, I reluctantly pulled away and went to her bathroom for a warm washcloth.
 

Once I cleaned us up, I dragged us under the covers of her bed and pulled her into my chest. Her back was toward me and my head was leaning over, so I could speak into her ear.
 

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Solo. You make me so damn happy.”

“I feel the same, Adam. It’s kind of scary how fast I can see myself falling for you.”

“Can I tell you something without freaking you out?” I asked, while nerves ran up and down my skin.
 

“Of course,” she said casually.
 

“I think I’m already falling for you, Solo. You’ve captured me.”

She turned in my grasp and faced me with those deep brown eyes. Her hand cupped my face and she lightly kissed my lips.
 

“I think I am too,” she admitted, making me feel like I just won the lottery. “I don’t know how you did it, but you have totally ruined me for any other man.”

Laughing, I said, “It’s all the nerdy talk. You can’t resist it.”

“Apparently,” she laughed, as she nuzzled into my chest.
 

“Thank you for owning me tonight.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, as she played with the sheet that danced near my waistline.
 

“Tonight, in the house, you owned me. You showed the guys who was yours tonight. You couldn’t have made me happier than at that moment.”

With understanding, she lightly glided her fingers up my stomach and said, “Thank you for giving me the chance to.”

Satisfaction enveloping me, I lay there with Solo in my arms and had never felt so right in my life. I was dealt a shitty hand when it came to life, but with Solo, I felt like she was my Ace. I was damn lucky to have her.
 

Thinking back to what we had just said to each other, I started to chuckle.
 

“What?” she asked, confused.
 

I ran my hand up and down her back as I said, “We’re so fucking lame, thanking each other.”

Solo laughed and straddled my lap, bringing her ass awfully close to my now growing penis.
 

“You started it,” she rocked against me, playing with fire.
 

I gave her a quizzical eyebrow and said, “Do you have kind of an ass fetish?”

“And if I do?”

“I’m not quite sure,” I said with a nervous laugh.
 

“Well, good thing I’m only yanking your chain,” she laughed, as she pinched my nipple.
 

“Hey,” I scowled and then thrust up at her. “Yank this chain.”

Solo pulled away and slow clapped with an obnoxious look on her face. “Don’t worry, folks, he’ll be her all night, corny jokes and all.”

“Ball buster!” I exclaimed, as I pulled her under me and started attacking her neck with my lips. I would teach her a lesson. She so easily forgot who was boss in the bedroom. I didn’t mind, though, because I loved reminding her.
 

Chapter Twenty Three

Solo

“Wake up, muffin,” Adam said into my ear, making goose bumps pop up all over my skin.
 

“Mmm,” I groaned, not wanting to wake up for the day. I was so comfortable in my little Adam cocoon.
 

“My thoughts exactly,” he kissed along my shoulder, “but I have to get up and work out with Anzel. I’m pretty sure he has some kind of death workout planned for me.”

I rolled over and looked him in the eyes. He was lying on his side, with his arm propping his head up slightly. His dad’s dog tags dangled over his well-defined and bulky chest. His eyes looked sleepy, but his smile stretched across his face, and that lonesome dimple poked out and welcomed me. I sighed from just the look he was giving me; I was one lucky girl.
 

“Where’s your phone?” I asked, as I tried to crawl over him. His hands went around my waist but I stopped him. “Don’t move.”
 

I reached over to the nightstand on his side and grabbed his phone. I opened up his camera app and lay back down. He looked at me as if I was crazy, but I relaxed his face with my hand, which made him smile, and that was when I took a picture.
 

“What are you doing?” he asked, as I looked at the moment I captured. His smile was genuine, he was relaxed, and the lustful look in his eyes had my inner teenage girl squealing.
 

For my own personal use, I sent the picture to myself real quick, and then showed him the photo on his phone.
 

My cell phone chirped an R2D2 sound, letting me know I’d received a text from Adam. At the noise, Adam ignored the picture and sat up, looking around.
 

“What was that?”

“It’s my text message sound for you,” I said shyly.
 

He relaxed back down on the bed and pulled me into his chest. “God, I didn’t think I could like you any more. Fuck, that gets my heart pounding.”

“Here,” I handed him his phone again.

“What do I do with this?” he asked, studying the picture. “Damn, I look like I’m looking at the most beautiful thing in the world in this picture.”

I shook my head and smiled at his cheesiness, but instead of busting him, I accepted it, because what girl doesn’t want to hear things like that on occasion?
 

“It’s your selfie for the day. Post it on your Instagram, which is connected to your Facebook page, and say something like, Good morning beautiful.”

He studied me for a second with a quirk to his lip. “But that face is only for you.”

My heart melted on the spot. How could it not? Even though he was corny most of the time, he did know what to say.
 

“You’re sweet,” I said, pressing my hand against his cheek. “But you have to post it; the girls will love it, and Zia will like the idea of girls envisioning being in bed with you, waking up next to you, and seeing those gorgeous turquoise eyes of yours first thing in the morning. It’s perfect.”

With a loud huff, he plugged the picture into Instagram and did what I said, but added a #nofilterneeded. I laughed at his rare spout of arrogance and then watched him place his phone on the
 
night stand when he was done.
 

Once his hands were free, I maneuvered my body on top of his, where I already felt him start to grow in excitement.
 

“Pretty sure we don’t have time for that,” I said, kissing along his jaw.
 

“Then why are you kissing me like that? You know I get all weak in the knees when your lips rain over my body.”

“No guy says that,” I laughed, while nibbling on his ear.
 

“Not every guy has their very own muffin either.”

I was about to sit up and straddle his body for a quickie when his phone started ringing. With defeat, I pressed my forehead against his chest and breathed out in frustration at the disturbance. All I wanted was to be trapped in my own little bubble with Adam, but I knew that wasn’t a possibility.
 

“Hey, I have to get that,” he said, rubbing my back with his hand. “It’s my Aunt Sarah’s ring tone.”

Knowing that it was important, I lifted off of him and let him grab his phone. I watched his back muscles ripple as he sat up and hung his feet over the side of the bed. He brought the phone to his ear and answered it.
 

I sat against the headboard of my bed and brought the blankets up around my chest to give me a little privacy, while he talked to his Aunt Sarah.
 

I could only hear one side of the conversation, but by the way he visibly relaxed after hearing his Aunt Sarah talk for a moment, I knew that nothing bad had happened overnight to his mom, which I was happy about.
 

Relaxing some more, he lay back down on the bed, put himself under the covers, and rested his head on my lap. My hand absentmindedly stroked his hair as he looked up at me and smiled.
 

“That’s good. So, she’s having a good morning? Think she would like to see me a little later today?” He nodded and then winked at me, my heart beat rapidly in my chest. “Yeah, I think I could possibly convince her to come along; it is a Saturday, and I don’t think she has to work.”

He wanted me to come meet his mom? His mom and Aunt Sarah already knew about me? That thought made my heart soar with elation because he must have told them about me before we even became serious. Could this man bury himself any further into my soul?

“I don’t know, she’s shaking her head no like it would be such a tragedy if she came,” he spoke into the phone.
 

“No, I’m not,” I screeched, offended, making him laugh.
 

“Yeah, that’s her. Ah, come on, Aunt Sarah, I just came over to wish her a good morning. No sleeping over.”

Oh, my God, mortification washed over me at his Aunt Sarah knowing that he slept over.
 

“I’m a good boyfriend like that; I stay as far away from her as possible at night, and then I knock on her door in the morning with a gaggle of butterflies and wake her up with a breakfast brunch…I know, right? Boyfriend of the year.”

I loved how he so easily tossed the boyfriend label around, as if it was one of the best titles he’d ever worn. I just adored him.
 

“It’s not looking good; she’s scowling at me…” I pinched his nipple, making him yelp. “Damn, woman,” he laughed. “No, not you, Aunt Sarah, this girl likes to lobster my nipples.”

“Adam!” I scowled for real this time.
 

He just laughed in the phone and then looked up at me with those long eyelashes and said, “Muffin, will you go to the hospital with me today?”

Rolling my eyes from the pet name that was starting to wear on me, I nodded my head, which made him smile even bigger.
 

“She’s in, Aunt Sarah, get the trumpets ready. Solo will be gracing your presence today.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” I said, as I tried to shove him away, but he just flipped around and grabbed me by the waist with one arm. Damn his muscles.
 

“Yeah, got to go. The muffin is a little sour. See you later today. Love you too.”

He tossed his phone to the side and then wrapped both arms around me while bringing my back into his chest and his head to the nook of my neck and shoulder.
 

“God, I so want to cuddle the fuck out of you right now, but I really have to get going.”

His thumb rubbed my stomach and my heart sped up from the light and intimate touch.
 

“You think you can just say something like that and then leave me?” I replied, leaning into his chest and forgetting the light ribbing he gave me while talking on the phone with his aunt.
 

Groaning, he kissed my shoulder and pulled me in tighter. “You know I want nothing more than to lay here with you, but Anzel is going to hand me my ass if I don’t show up for my workout.”

“Your muscles are big enough. I’ll write a note to Anzel to excuse you from gym today.”

Laughing, he pressed a chaste kiss on my cheek and then pulled away. “If only it was that easy. Do you really want to go to the hospital with me today, meet my mom?”

Vulnerability laced his eyes as he asked me. I got up on the bed and hugged him from behind.
 

“Of course. What time?”

“Around one, does that work?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll just get my tan on while I watch you get all sweaty,” I said, as I got out of bed and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a string bikini that I knew would drive Adam crazy and slipped it on. The bright yellow fabric bounced off of my olive skin, and the top barely covered my breasts. It was my tanning bikini; it had to be miniscule.
 

When I turned around, Adam was glaring at me with his jeans on, but not buttoned. If I was a photographer, I would be soaking him up and taking as many pictures as I could, because the way his bare chest beamed from the morning sun, his jeans fell open, and the way his rumpled hair twisted in all different directions, a photographer could make a killing selling this picture.