She’s breathing hard. Her knuckles are white from gripping the edge of the desk, like it’s taking everything in her not to guide herself onto my cock right now. I love seeing her like this, wanting me, needing me.
I pull back long enough to roll a condom on because I’m this close to making the epic mistake of fucking her bare. Then slowly, I push inside her, stopping once she’s taken it all. Welcome home. She gives me this long, beautiful moan when I disappear inside her.
“You feel like heaven.”
“Then please, for the love of God, will you move.” Her words are a broken whisper. “I need you.” She wets her lips. “So much.”
I kiss the pulse throbbing in her neck. Then I plunge into her. I reach for her hands, letting my fingers intertwine with hers. Then I plunge again. And again. She meets my every thrust like the fucking champ she is.
I growl against her throat. “Now. Come apart for me now.”
Her thighs tremble under mine as our hands clench. Then she does. This beautiful fucking woman comes undone beneath me.
She grabs her leggings and panties from the floor. “As much as I would love to spend the day getting splinters in my ass courtesy of your dick and Hector’s desk, we should probably get back to the boys before someone starts asking questions.”
Splinters. Fuck. That’s it. I’m ordering marble desks for every office because this will not be the last time I take her here.
I grab a shirt from the shelf and slip it over her head. “Fine. You win this round.” I grab my pants. “But just so you know, I’m going to fuck you again. Here.” I slide my hand across the top of the desk. “There.” I point in the direction of the bar. “Every-fucking-where.” I wave my hand around, and she smiles. Jesus.
After I get dressed, we walk out of the office and almost run into Hector. “Everything okay?” he asks with one eyebrow raised.
“Everything’s great.” I look at Adrienne and catch her blushing. “But I owe you a new lamp… and an iPad.”
“Come on, man. In my office? Seriously?”
“The T-shirts are in your office,” I say as though that justifies everything.
I watch as Adrienne joins the boys and begins cutting Liam’s cake. She lights up when she smiles. Every so often, she glances my way and bites her bottom lip. I lick mine because she’s still all over me, and I fucking love the way it tastes.
“What’s all this?” She’s peering through the glass wall of the barroom into the actual brewery.
“That is where the magic happens.”
“You sure about that? ’Cause I could’ve sworn I just experienced some magic in Hector’s office.”
“That wasn’t magic.”
“No?”
“Nope. It was an experience all right, but magic had nothing to do with it. That was me worshiping and you praying. That was two souls being saved. It was me making your body my new religion.”
“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to need another T-shirt,” she says with a sly grin.
Fucking hell.
I take her hand in mine and lead her into the brewery before I rip her leggings off and scar these kids for the rest of their lives. “Okay, so see those?” I point to two large, silver kettles. “Those are mash tuns. That’s where the grains mix with water. And this…” I point to a different set of kettles beside the mash tun. “Those are brewing kettles. Some people call them boiling kettles because…” I let her finish for me.
“They boil something?”
I wink and smile. “Damn, you’re a natural.” She laughs and nudges me with her shoulder. We walk over to the set of tall, stainless-steel fermentation vessels. “Here is where the wort turns into beer.” I guide her to the next area where the serving tanks are. “Then it goes into here and from here, straight into the taps.”
“Wort?”
I keep it basic. “Sugary water.”
“And those?” She points to the far wall.
“Oh, wooden barrels are making a comeback, baby.”
“How many people work for you?”
“All together? About eight. I have Hector, two guys who help with brewing, two cooks, and three servers. I produce about eight-thousand barrels of beer per year. Figure thirty-one gallons in a barrel, and that’s about two-point-six million, twelve-ounce bottles a year.” I look at her and smile. “Not bad for a guy who started in the basement of a frat house.” It feels natural. It feels right, sharing my world with her.
“You really love what you do,” she says with a hungry light in her eyes and a broad smile.
“I do. But you know what I love even more?” She shakes her head. “A couple of months ago, one of my cooks got engaged to one of my servers. They just bought a house together.”
“Wow. And they met here?”
“They did. And the best part of that is knowing that I did that. This thing I started in college is now paying for mortgages and providing for families. That’s what it’s all about for me.”
She’s giving me that look again, the soft one, the one I have a feeling she reserves only for the boys in the other room. Now she’s giving it to me.
“What are you thinking? Right now. What’s going on in there?” I brush my finger over her temple and down her face.
“You really are one of the good guys.”
That’s when I know I’m done. I’ve been cut wide open, exposed, and it’s freaking me the fuck out. She’s crawled inside me, and I’ll never be the same.
There’s something about walking into Costco that makes you feel like you’ve officially begun to adult. It’s not the tempting display of electronics right at the front door or the fact that they actually sell freaking Rolexes. I think it’s more that feeling of hey, I’m about to feed myself and a tiny army of people for an entire month.
I just loaded my cart with a box of Welch’s fruit snacks and an industrial size box of pepperoni Hot Pockets—and the toilet paper to go with it—and remembered I’m running low on hot chocolate. I haven’t seen Blaze since the day of Liam’s party, not that I expected to. Casual means casual, and I’m okay with that.
Kind of.
Not really.
Brody was right. Nothing about sex is casual, especially not sex with Blaze Abbott.
So, when I spot Hector on the next aisle, my heart skips a beat or two. Then I see Haley walk up behind him. She circles her arms around his waist and leans up on her tiptoes and nips at his earlobe.
What the actual fuck?
She whispers something, and he growls. It’s cute. They look good together. It takes them a solid minute to realize I’m standing five feet away.
Haley jolts backward, and Hector laughs. “Hey, Adrienne,” he says through a smile.
“Hey.” I wave.
“We were just grabbing some things for the brewery,” Haley says, looking like a deer in headlights.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m cool with it.”
She heaves a sigh of relief and brings her hand to her chest.
“Does Blaze know?” I ask.
Haley looks from me to Hector then back to me. “We haven’t told anybody yet because we thought it might be weird.”