Sweet Addiction (28 page)

“Relax please. I’d
really rather not have the cops called at Juls’ wedding reception,” he says
under his breath as I let out a forceful one. The DJ softens the music and
talks through the speakers as I try and calm down.

“And now I will ask
that the wedding party make their way out onto the dance floor for a special
number.”

“Oh great. Give me my
knife back,” I growl at Joey as we all stand up and he shoves it farther down
the table. He grabs my waist and directs me down the stairs, the rest of the
wedding party meeting us out on the dance floor and finally letting go of me
when he plants me directly in front of Reese. I cross my arms over my chest and
refuse to look up and into his eyes.
Bastard
. I hear a small sound of
amusement from above me as he steps into me and pries them down; wrapping his
hand around my back while his other holds mine against his chest. A song that
guts me begins playing overhead and I flick my eyes up to his and see his soft
smile. Of all songs the DJ could have picked for this stupid moment, he picks
“Look after You?”
Perfect.

“What the fuck is this?
Did you ask for him to play this song?” I ask angrily as I try to wiggle free.
His grip around me tightens.

“So what if I did? It
doesn’t mean anything to you anyway so what’s the problem?”

“Oh you’re so right,
Reese. It means nothing to me. You’re a fucking asshole you know that? I can’t
believe you brought a date to this thing and had the nerve to accuse me of
flirting with Juls’ cousin.” I glare up at him as he moves me around the dance
floor, my anger level rising at the realization that he’s also good at slow
dancing. Really fucking good at it.

“What date? What the
fuck are you talking about?”

I tilt my head towards
the direction of the pretty brunette who is staring at us, smiling for some
weird ass reason. “That date. I saw you with her. Kissing her and talking all
close and intimate. Fuck you. I would never do that in front of you.”

He shakes his head at
me. “
That
is my fucking sister, Dylan. Ian invited her
and
her
husband who couldn’t make it because he’s away on business and I haven’t seen
her for months. That’s why she got such a warm welcoming from me. But it
doesn’t really fucking matter if it’s my sister or not now does it? You ended
things, remember? You fucking
destroyed
me.”

I push away from him
and take a step back. Staring, shocked at his admission. “I destroyed you? Fuck
you. You completely broke me you stupid shit.” I slap him hard across the face
because it’s what I do and storm off the dance floor, pushing my way through
the crowd of people that, I’m sure, have been focused on us since our heated
argument started. I’m out the double doors and make my way down the long empty
hallway, unsure of where I’m headed when I hear the doors swing open in the
distance behind me.

“Dylan!”

I keep moving, picking
up my pace but stumble forward once my heel catches on my dress, landing hard
on my knees, my hands breaking my fall and hitting the marble floor. Falling
back onto my heels, I drop my head into my hands and try to muffle my cries. I
didn’t want him to see me like this but it’s too late. His body drops down and
I’m lifted off the floor and onto my feet as he tries to pull me against his
chest. I push away and pry his hands off my waist.

“Let go of me. I hate
you. I fucking hate what you did to me.” I wipe under my eyes and mentally
curse myself for the mascara that appears on my fingertips.

His eyes widen. “What
did I do? Dylan, God damn it. What the fuck did I do besides everything you
wanted?”

“Everything
I
wanted?
How was what we did what I wanted? You’re the one that wanted a casual hook up.
You’re the one that never did anything serious and only wanted it to be about
sex. I
never
wanted that.”

He steps closer and I
back up but I’m pressed against the wall, unable to put anymore distance
between us. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His eyes search my face for
an explanation. “
You
were the one that said this was just fun and
nothing serious. You labeled it that when we were at The Tavern that night.
You
were the one that refused to let me get close to you, never wanting things to
get too intimate between us. That was
all
you, Dylan. I fucking told you
that you had all the control.” He roughly rakes his hands through his hair and
down his face. “This shit was never casual for me. Never. You’ve owned me since
that fucking wedding.”

“I fucking heard you
with Ian. I came to your office the day I ended things to tell you that I loved
you and I fucking heard you. You said you didn’t do serious and that you were
just fucking me because you liked to. How could you say that about me? After everything.
After your birthday and---” my face falls apart in tears and I push against his
chest, “---and after you made love to me. How could you say that?”

His hands grip mine and
hold them to his chest, his eyes widening and pupils dilating. “
That’s
why you ended things? Fuck, love if you would have just stayed and listened.”

I pull my hands away
from his. “Don’t call me that. And listened to what? I heard everything I
needed to hear. I meant nothing to you and you meant
everything
to me.”

He shakes his head and
grabs me by the waist, pulling me against him so our chests are touching. He
sighs heavily. “Christ, Dylan, if you would have just stayed and listened for a
few more seconds, you would have heard Ian call me out on my bullshit.” His
hand comes up and he pushes my hair behind my ears, his thumb lingering on my
cheek. “I only said those things because I’d been desperately trying to
convince myself that it was only about sex between us, because I knew that was
what you wanted. I was certain that was what you wanted and the only way I
could have you. But it was never just about sex. Not for me. After Ian called
me out, I admitted how crazy I was for you. How you were the only woman that
ever got to me and that drove me completely insane, and not just because you
like to challenge me. Which you do so
fucking
well.”

My breathing becomes
labored as I stand pressed against him, unable to move or blink. His eyes are
burning into mine and his hands are now softly squeezing my hips. I open my
mouth to speak but he silences me with his words.

“I was so in love with
you and I couldn’t admit it, because admitting it meant dragging you out of
your casual fucking comfort zone and into it with me. And I was scared you
would pull away. And you pulled away from me anyway without me ever getting the
chance to say it.”

I’m shaking against him
and don’t know what to say or if I can even speak anymore. He’s admitted
everything I’ve ever wanted to hear and I can only stare up at him through a
tear stained face.

“I called you, every
day and sent you messages. Begging, pleading for an answer from you and you
ignored me.” His hand comes up and strokes my cheek and I lean into it. “Why?
Why wouldn’t you talk to me? We could have fixed this, but now…”

My eyes widen in panic
as he drops his hand and shakes his head. I’m frozen against the wall, unable
to move as his body turns and he begins walking back towards the reception
hall.
No. He loves me. And I love him. This shit can’t end like this. Fuck
that.

“Seriously?” I yell and
he halts, his hand on the door and his face dropped down so that I can’t see
his expression. I march over to him and rip his hand off the doorknob, pulling
him away from it, and slamming his back against the wall. “You’re really going
to leave it like that? You said you loved me, do you not anymore?” My rapid
breathing fills the air between us as he gazes down at me, clenched jaw and
furrowed brow. But he doesn’t speak.

I grip his tux jacket
with both hands and stare up into his soft eyes.
Fuck this. He’s here, I’m
here, and I’m saying it.
“I love you. I want you, Reese. Just you, and not
at all in the stupid casual bullshit way. I want everything. Sleepovers and sex
in beds. All kinds of beds. Yours, mine, whoever’s. I want to introduce you to
my parents and I want to bake your birthday cake every year while you sit and
look at me the way only
you
look at me.” I take in a shaky breath while
he stands, watching me, studying me. “It fucking
killed me
to pull away
from you.”

I step in close to him
and bury my face into his neck, not knowing or caring if this is appropriate. I
need to be here right now and as his arms slowly wrap around me and pull me
close to him, I finally exhale.

He moans softly, his
hand stroking my hair as I feel his lips curl up against my forehead. “You
know, this shit could have been avoided entirely if you would have just stormed
in and slapped the piss out of me after you overheard that bullshit.” I pull my
head back and see his perfect smile gleaming down at me and I tightly wrap my
arms around his back. “I mean really, the one time I would actually
want
you to slap me, you don’t. I would have scooped you up right then and told you
how much I loved you. Where the hell was my hot headed girl
that
day?”

I shake my head at the
memory. “Broken on the floor. You’re right though, that was very
uncharacteristic of me.”

He plants several
kisses to my forehead. “Well, I’ve been a miserable piece of shit without you.
Apparently unbearable to be around, if you ask Ian. How have you been, love?”

I laugh, my first real
laugh in months and wipe under my eyes. “Bitchy and more hostile than usual.
Poor Joey, he really has taken the grunt of our breakup.”

“That sounds about
right. Now, you have two options here.” I smile big at his words.

“They better both
involve your hands and mouth on me or I’m finding myself another groomsman.”

He issues me a warning
stare and I smirk. “Obviously. I’ve gone eighty-five days without touching you
and it’s taken every ounce of strength in my body to not rip you right out of
this dress, which you look absolutely beautiful in by the way.” He plants a
quick kiss to my lips as I back up and wait for my options.

“Option one, we can go
back inside and you can let me dance with you some more and enjoy your company
that I have greatly missed over the past grueling months, hopefully witness you
getting into it with Brooke again because that shit was fucking hilarious.” I
laugh at him as he pushes off from the wall and grabs my face between his
hands, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. The pull between us is stronger
than ever and I’m about to say fuck option one without even hearing my other
choice. But I let him give it to me anyway. “Or, we can go off somewhere and I
can fuck you until you scream my name in that sexy way that you do. All throaty
and raspy.” His tongue sweeps across my lips and I pull him in, firmly stroking
mine against his. I moan softly into his mouth, tasting and relishing in his
flavor. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Dylan. Insanely in love. Do you have
any idea how much I’ve missed your face?” His finger slowly trails over my lips
and along my jaw while he studies me.

I lean in and plant
quick kisses on his lips. “Just my face?” My hand runs down the front of him
and cups his length and his eyes widen.

“Option two then? Thank
fuck, because if you would have picked one I would have taken you in front of
everyone on that dance floor and not given a shit about who watched us.” He
bends down and I’m quickly hauled up onto his shoulder. I’m issued a firm slap
on my backside as he takes me down the hallway. I squeal and laugh against him,
admiring my own view of his perfect behind. I’m quickly slid down his front as
we stand just outside the men’s bathroom, his brow arched at me as his hand
grips the handle.

“It is rather fitting,
picking up where this whole thing began.” He opens the door and peers inside as
I jump around on my heels.

“Well hopefully this
time you won’t get all weird on me afterwards. I’m sure you’re used to sex with
me by now.” I’m pulled into the restroom and the door is locked behind me as
I’m lifted off my feet, legs firmly wrapping around his waist.

“Oh I don’t know, love,
you always surprise me. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this bathroom. Any
issue with not returning to the reception?” His mouth latches onto mine and I’m
quickly silenced, my answer not worth a damn anyway when I can be kissed like
this.
The man can kiss better than anyone, I’m sure of it.
I’m pressed
against the wall, my bare back stinging on the cold tile as his tongue roams
freely inside my mouth. He licks along my lips, pulling my tongue into his
mouth and softly sucking on it before he releases it and moves down my neck.

“I’ve missed you,” I
say as his mouth kisses and sucks on the top of my breasts, his hands gripping
my ass and hiking up my dress. “Oh God, I’m so wet for you.” He growls against
my chest as his hand slides up between us, running up my inner thigh and
meeting the fabric of my panties.

“Shit. I need to taste
you before I fuck you. I’m dying here.” I’m carried over to a small leather
bench that’s on the opposite side of the restroom and laid out on it, my dress
quickly hiked up to reveal my white lacy panties and matching garter. “Holy
fuck,” he says as he drops down to his knees and moves between my legs. The
bathroom door rattles with someone’s knocking. “Go away!” he yells and I laugh
at his completely flustered state. He tucks my panties into his pocket with a
smirk before he delivers his first lick. “Damn, I’ve missed this. So sweet.” He
hums against me, moving his face rapidly between my thighs.