Trashy (17 page)

Roxie

For once in my life, I didn’t mind waking up.

With Adam’s scent surrounding me, silky sheets beneath my body, and knowing whose arms I slept in, I was frankly thrilled to be awake.

Maybe Adam was the ultimate cure for my all-hate relationship with morning.

I rolled over and reached for him, but the bed was empty. The pillow still bore the indent from his head, but he was gone.

I sat up and pushed the hair out of my face and looked around the room. Also empty. Sunlight streamed through the windows because we’d never bothered to close the curtains. The view was absolutely stunning.

Sunlight sparkled on the ever-moving water, the blue sky stretched on forever, and the white-capped waves slowly rolled in. The air smelled of salt and sea, and I took a deep breath. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.

Being here with Adam was incredible.
He
was incredible. He was even more than I imagined.

I wondered if maybe he was in the kitchen making coffee, but then I giggled because Adam didn’t make coffee. The one time I saw him attempt it, he caught the pot on fire.

Maybe he’d gone out for coffee.

I flopped back into the pillows and grinned up at the ceiling. I was in Adam’s bed. I was naked.

Harlow was never going to believe it when I told her.

I became aware of certain parts of my body, parts that hadn’t been utilized in a while. I was stiff and sore. I felt slightly swollen, but it was awesome. I stretched out, wiggling my toes and lifting my arms above my head. I rotated my hips to the side and caught a dark shadow.

Frowning, I looked down.

Then I burst out laughing.

I rolled my head to the side and saw the black Sharpie lying on the table beside the bed. I laughed again and then bounded off the bed and into the adjoining bath.

Adam’s apartment was very modern. All dark wood, sleek lines, and chrome fixtures. It was definitely a house a man would live in, but there was nothing cold about it. It was inviting. I loved it here.

I lifted my eyes above the white stone countertop and into the huge mirror. A grin spilt my face.

Adam didn’t go without leaving me a note.

On my body.

I brought my finger up and traced the outlined of his hand-drawn message. My heart swelled just staring at the message.

He was down on the beach. I remembered he said he ran every morning.

He could have found a piece of paper or even a napkin.

But he didn’t.

He wrote it on my skin.

Right on the inside of my hipbone, in a place only I would see. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. Maybe he was only being silly. Maybe he got a kick out of drawing on me.

But this was so much more to me than marker.

Thank goodness it was permanent because I already worried about it fading away. At least this way it would last a little bit longer.

I traced the image again, letting my finger touch the marks he made, the heart he drew. Craig and I had been together a long time, many years, in fact. It wasn’t often he gave me anything. Yeah, when we first started dating, when things were good, he sometimes brought me a rose, and we went out on a couple dates, just the two of us.

I couldn’t even begin to count the number of times I woke up and he wasn’t there. The number of days he would be out on a binge and never call, never think that maybe I would be worried. It’s like I meant so little to him that he never thought of me at all.

He certainly never left me a note.

One time I found a gold necklace in his car… It wasn’t mine. He never gave me jewelry. I found out later it was something he had given one of his conquests.

This hand-drawn note wasn’t gold. It didn’t cost any money, and it would likely fade away in several days…

But it was the best gift I’d ever received.

Adam probably only thought it was a cute way of telling me where he was. And it definitely was that.

But this was a gift. A sign. Proof that he thought of me, that he knew I might wonder where he was when I woke to an empty bed. It was his way of telling me he was coming back, that I would be in his head while he was away.

This was everything.

I needed to see him. I wanted to feel his arms around me. With one last smile at the note on my skin, I raced out of the bathroom and grabbed his white dress shirt off the floor where it fell last night.

Hastily, I yanked it on and went outside to find the access to the beach.

Going outside to meet him in nothing but his shirt earned me a sweaty kiss and a dunk in the sand. I’d have to remember that for the future because I wanted more of sweaty Adam.

He carried me the entire way up to his condo. I worried about his back, his knees, and his biceps. He rolled his eyes every time I asked him if I was too heavy.

See, this was the kind of stuff I never knew I missed.

I never knew someone could make me feel wanted—small yet strong, weak but brave.

I screeched as we trailed sand through his house and into the bathroom. Once there, I thought he would set me on my feet, but he didn’t. He set me on the countertop and then walked to the glass-enclosed shower and turned on the faucet. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his sun-kissed chest glistened with sweat. I had this incredible urge to lick him, to taste him and the salty air all in one.

Without a second thought, he stripped off his running shorts and boxers in one swoop. Since he already discarded his socks and shoes outside, he was totally naked.

Heat simmered in my core and spread, like a flame catching on a puddle of gasoline. He was already hard, and I enjoyed the full view as he prowled across the tile at me. Adam’s dark eyes smoldered as he fitted himself between my legs.

He began to unbutton my shirt, exposing my skin inch by inch.

“I know I already told you, but I love your note,” I told him, watching as he concentrated so fully on the buttons.

The corner of his mouth curved up and his dark eyes flashed to mine. “Yeah?”

I nodded and put my hands over his, stilling his movement. He looked up. “Thank you, Adam.”

He seemed a little taken aback by the sincerity, the true gratitude behind my words. “I thought about writing ‘I was here,’ but I didn’t think you’d think that was very funny.”

I grinned. “Have you ever left a note on a girl before?”

“Nope. You’re my first.” His eyes twinkled.

I liked being someone’s first at something.

“What about you, sweetheart?” he asked playfully.

I pushed my palm beneath the open shirt and laid my hand over the drawing. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever been given.”

Sorrow passed behind his eyes and the muscles in his jaw ticked. I worried that maybe I’d made too big of a deal out of something he didn’t see as such. But then it was gone and he smiled.

I shrugged out of the shirt and let it pool around my waist on the counter. Adam picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his middle. His palms cupped my ass, and I couldn’t resist rocking my core against him.

He stepped into the shower. My back was to the water and it rained down over my shoulders and saturated the back of my hair.

“You wash my back, I’ll wash yours?” he asked, letting me slide down his body. Just the feel of his hard-on pushing against me was exciting.

“Just don’t wash this off, okay? I
wanna keep it,” I said, pointing at his drawing.

“I’ll draw you another one, sweetheart,” he said, dropping a kiss to my lips.

“But I want this one.”

“Whatever you want,” he said and reached up to lean my head back and saturate it with water.

We washed each other under the warm, gentle spray. I got to see and learn his body in ways I hadn’t last night.

It was the first time I was able to really touch him freely without him trying to stop me. Once I was clean and rinsed, I slipped around him so he faced the spray. I grabbed the soap and began to wash his broad back, enjoying the way his muscles felt beneath his skin.

When I’d washed everything in sight, I put the soap down and slipped my hands around his waist. I enjoyed the rippled feeling of his abs beneath my fingertips, and I explored him for a long time. Eventually, my hands began to roam south, to the nest of short, neat curls just above his package.

Adam groaned and leaned back a little, closer to my body. Feeling brave, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, reveling in the wide thickness. I was right. When I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around him, they didn’t touch.

I began to stroke him, to explore him, and the way his body reacted was amazing. It was like he turned to putty in my hands.

But I wanted more. I didn’t want to just touch and stroke him. I wanted to taste him as well.

I moved back in front of his body and sank onto my knees before him. I cupped his balls in my hand, testing their weight and fullness. I glanced up from beneath lowered lashes, and the shower water ran down my face and hair.

Our eyes connected and held.

Adam reached out and braced his hands on either side of the shower walls. I held his chocolate gaze as I pulled his cock out toward me, keeping one hand wrapped around the base. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, inch by delicious inch, until I could feel him at the back of my throat.

His hand slid around the back of my head and his fingers delved into the wet strands of hair. I began to move, and his eyes slid closed. Then so did mine.

He was so incredibly smooth and hard, and the feel of him against my tongue, even nudging the back of my throat, was heady. Desire rose up inside me, and I felt my core liquefy, my body readying itself for him.

But I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted to suck him until he let go and filled my mouth.

I kept sucking and licking, changing up my pace and occasionally gently scraping my teeth over his shaft.

When his hips started pumping softly into my mouth, I smiled. I knew he was enjoying this.

When his body went rigid and his cock started to jerk, he tried to pull me back, but I refused to let go.

“Rox,” he mumbled, trying once more to get me to release him.

I sucked harder and gripped his hips in my hands.

His shout bounced off the bathroom walls, and he pumped into my mouth as his semen slid across my tongue. It was salty and warm, kind of like the beach.

I swallowed it without thinking twice. When I pulled back, I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him carefully a few more times. I loved the way his body shuddered, like he just couldn’t get enough.

Then he was shutting off the water and pulling me up. The softest, biggest towel I’d ever seen was wrapped around my body, and he began to dry my limbs.

Once I was mostly dry, he grabbed another towel and hastily rubbed over himself. Adam swept me off my feet and carried me out to the bed, where he laid me across the center and pulled the towel away from my body.

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“Reciprocating,” he replied, spreading my thighs.

We didn’t leave the bedroom until much, much later.

Adam

For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t chomping at the bit to get to work. In fact, I was kind of pissed we had to go. Being alone with Roxie was the only place I wanted to be right now.

Even still, I had a business to run, and since I missed last night, I had shit to make up for.

Although I knew I needed to get my ass in gear, it didn’t stop me from sitting back and enjoying the sight of Roxie wiggling her tight ass into the fitted skirt she had on last night.

I couldn’t help but notice the way she moved a little stiffly, and I felt guilty because I knew I’d overdone it with the sex. It was just so damn hard to keep my hands off her.

I pushed away from the closet where I was pulling out clothes and snagged her around the waist, towing her against me. She didn’t have a shirt on yet, only her bra, and just touching the smooth skin of her waist was enough to turn me on. “You’re sore.”

She leaned against me, the back of her head resting against my shoulder. “It was worth it.”

“Stay here with me tonight.”

She laughed. “I don’t think that will help with my soreness.”

“I just want you here. I want you close. We don’t have to have sex.”

She turned in the circle of my arms. “No?” Her eyebrow arched. “But what if I want to?”

“I wouldn’t turn you down.” I smiled.

She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed me. “‘Kay.”

“I’ll show you a couple more things at the club and make sure everything’s straight from last night, but then I gotta head over to Mad Hatter II. I need to check in on the progress and make sure the stock arrived.”

“Tonight’s my first official night as manager,” she said and stepped out of my arms to pick up her tank and pull it on.

“You can call me if you have any problems.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, picking up her black lace top. She wrinkled her nose at it and tossed it on the bed. Her shapely ass sashayed past me as she went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she came out wearing the white dress shirt she had on earlier.

I grinned. “What is it with you and my clothes?”

She paused in buttoning it up. “Does it bother you?” she asked, suddenly looking a little shy.

“Hell no,” I drawled, moving to help her finish buttoning it. “My closet is your closet. I can’t say I like the idea of all the men at the club looking at you in my shirt. It’s too fucking sexy.”

She laughed. “I have to go home and change. I can’t wear the same outfit two days in a row.”

I grunted.
Women.
“Get something for tomorrow, then, too so you don’t have to go home again.”

A funny look crossed her face and her cheeks seemed to pale.

“Are you sick?” I asked, going to her side.

She shook her head and then gave me a smile. “I’m okay. I think I just need some coffee.”

“Woman, you know me and coffee is a fire hazard.”

That earned me a grin. “I can make it.”

“I, uh, don’t have a coffee pot.”

She gasped. “I cannot stay where there is no access to coffee.” The horror on her face was amusing as hell.

“I’ll buy you a coffee machine, sweetheart, the best one there is.”

“Hmmm.” She pretended to consider.

I kissed her silly, making her forget all about the coffee. She swayed when I released her. I smiled smugly. “C’mon, get your stuff. We’ll get your coffee on the way to the club.”

We took the Roadster this morning because it was hot as
hades outside and sitting on the bike was not appealing. Plus, it would make it hard to drink coffee. The little noises she made when her first, second, and third sips passed through her lips gave me an instant hard-on.

Her Mazda was still sitting in the same spot she parked it in the night before, and I had a flashback of her flushed cheeks from her broken A/C. Instead of taking the spot next to her, I pulled the car in front of hers and left the engine to idle.

“What are you doing?” Roxie asked, glancing at me.

“Take my car.”

“What? No.” She refused, just like I knew she would. She was stubborn with a capital S.

“I will not have you driving around in this heat without A/C,” I told her. “You’re
gonna get sick.”

“My place isn’t that far from here. I’ll be fine,” she insisted.

“Yes,” I said. “You will be because you’ll be in
this
car with the air going.”

“Adam.” She said my name like it was a threat.

It turned me on.

I pinned her with a hard stare. “I won’t have it. What the hell kind of man would I be if I let you drive around like that?”

“The kind I’m used to,” she muttered, looking away.

The words pierced me like an arrow to the chest. It wasn’t anything to do with me, it wasn’t a slam on me, but on every other guy she’d ever known.

“Fuck,” I muttered and climbed out of the driver’s seat, letting the car idle.

This woman was going to drive me insane.

I stalked around the front end of the BMW and around to the passenger side and wrenched open the door. Roxie was looking at me warily, like she wasn’t sure what was going on.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” She apologized. “You’re nothing like any other man I’ve known.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I told her, crouching down in the open doorway.

“Yeah. I do. That was bitchy.”

“I like me a sassy woman.”

She smiled.

I took her hand in mine, holding it in the space between us. “I’m gonna make something clear right here, right now,” I said quietly, calmly.

She took note of the no-shit serious tone and her hand tensed in mine.

“I’m the kind of man who takes care of what’s his. You make my overprotective instincts go crazy. I’m never going to be a guy who lets you fend for yourself. I’m going to buy you presents. I’m going to fix your shit when it’s broken. I’m probably going to bitch about your sexy ass and bra-like shirts. And under no circumstances am I going to sit around with my thumb up my ass and let car mechanics screw you over while I drive around in my BMW. That’s not who I am, not with you.”

“Adam…” This time my name didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a promise.

“Get your sexy ass out of the car,” I said and gave her a tug. She came willingly. “Think you can handle that?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

“Yeah.” Her voice was hoarse. “I can handle that.”

I kissed her softly and whispered, “I love you,” against her lips. She smiled.

I led her around to the driver’s side and held out my hand. “Give me your car keys.”

“Why?” she asked cautiously.

“In case there’s an emergency and I need to leave.”

She fished them out of that endless bag on her shoulder and handed them over. I slid them in my pocket. “I’ll see ya when you get back.”

I watched her slip into the driver’s seat of the Roadster. She seemed nervous.

“I’ve never driven a car this nice before.” She worried, chewing on her lower lip.

“Get used to it.” I leaned down in the doorframe.

“You know I don’t need presents or fancy cars… All I really want is you.”

And that’s exactly why I was going to give her everything.

“Call me if you get held up,” I said, shutting the door and poking my head through the window to kiss her one last time.

“You’re a really good boyfriend,” she whispered as I was backing away. Then she gave me a little wave and reversed out of the lot.

I watched until she turned onto the main road. I wondered if she realized what she just said.

I was pretty sure she hadn’t meant to call me that. But I was fucking thrilled she did. She hadn’t answered my question last night. She hadn’t told me yet if she would be mine.

But now she didn’t have to.

I already had my answer.