“Is it working?” I grinned as I slipped a finger inside her. Good God, she was hot.
She closed her eyes briefly, looking pained. “We can’t do this, Adam. I can’t forget everything—”
I pulled my finger from her pussy and sat back. Her eyes flew open, and she looked at me in confusion. “Maybe you should try seeing things from someone else’s perspective once in a while,” I bit back, feeling frustration wage war with my lust. “Maybe instead of holding onto this anger, you should let me tell my side for once.”
“You can’t remake history. You still married Chelsea,” she snapped.
“Yes, I married Chelsea. But I’m here now. With you,” I seethed, feeling my anger rise up to meet hers.
We sat silently fuming, staring each other down. Neither of us budging. Neither of knowing what to do to mend this decade-old heartache.
Then something twisted and turned, and Meg stood up suddenly. She stood before me, staring down at me with hard, angry eyes.“I don’t know if I can get over it, you know.”
I tilted my head back to look at her. “Get over it or don’t. That’s on you, Meg. But I’m here, and I want you, and I’m pretty sure you want me too. So that has to count for something.”
Neither one of us said anything. I was sure she was going to tell me to leave. Or to fuck off. Probably a combination of both.
But then she shocked me right to my core. Still looking me in the eye, she lowered her shorts, then underwear. She stood before me in only a camisole. She was bare from the waist down. What the—?
Then she took my hand and put it between her legs. My palm snug against her warmth.
“It counts, Adam. I’m just not sure if it’s enough.”
Her words were a challenge.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, pulling on her hips. I parted her legs and licked her. Her knees nearly buckled, and I felt high on the power of it. I loved the taste of her. I could easily find myself addicted to her particular flavor. I looked up at her, my lips sticky with her wetness. “It’ll be enough. I promise.”
Meg’s eyes, though clouded with desire, grew troubled. “This can’t be anything, Adam. I need you to promise me it won’t be.”
I didn’t want to make that promise. Deep down, I knew neither of us could keep it. But she seemed to need to keep some distance from me. She wanted to fuck me without strings. And she was naive enough to think it was possible. I knew better. Though, at that moment, I’d say just about anything she wanted to hear.
“I promise. This is just sex. No strings attached.” I licked her again, and she moaned low in her throat.
“No one can know, Adam. This has to stay between us.” She sounded almost panicked.
I got to my feet and quickly got rid of my clothes, then proceeded to remove her shirt. I carefully lowered her onto the bed she had slept in for her entire childhood. I placed a kiss between her breasts before settling between her thighs, my dick pressed against her entrance.
I looked down at her. This woman I thought would never talk to me again and was now naked beneath me. My chest twisted, and I didn’t want to think about what this all meant. “No one will know,” I assured her as I slowly rocked into her.
She met my thrusts. “It’s just sex,” she repeated.
“It’s just sex,” I said against her lips as I kissed her.
“Don’t be too loud. My mom’s a light sleeper,” she rasped into my ear.
I bit down on her collarbone as my cock stroked her deep and long. She gasped loudly, and I laughed. “I’m not the one we have to worry about.”
Chapter 14
Adam
I snuck out of Meg’s house forty-five minutes later. Through the front door this time, thankfully. June was still fast asleep, though as I crept down the stairs, I was paranoid she’d catch us.
Meg practically pushed me outside. “Get out of here before someone sees you.”
I grabbed her by the waist before she could protest and kissed her. “I’ll be careful,” I said when I let her go, giving her my trademark grin. “No one will ever know I just made you come. Twice.”
Meg swatted my arm. “See—over-inflated ego.”
I hesitated on the porch, my keys in my hand. “I guess I’ll see you later?” It was posed more as a question. I didn’t want to sound needy, but I was quickly growing addicted to the feel of Meg Galloway.
Meg leaned against the doorframe, her hair thick and tousled from my fingers. She was fucking gorgeous. “I’ll see you at the office on Monday,” was all she said.
I didn’t like her holding all the cards. That’s not how this was going to work. Hell, if I was going to beg for it. I shrugged, going for nonchalant, even as my insides were on fire with wanting her all over again. “Sure. See you Monday.” I tossed my keys up in the air and caught them. I gave her a wink. “See ya later.” Then I turned and walked down her sidewalk, not waiting for a response. I refused to look back at her.
I could hold the cards too.
It wasn’t until I was in my car that I glanced back at her house. And was disappointed to see that she had already shut the door.
I looked at the time on my phone.
Shit.
Kyle was going to be at my house in fifteen minutes.
I pulled into my driveway just as Kyle’s truck parked at the curb. He got out, decked in his fishing gear. “You don’t look ready to spend a day on the lake,” he observed dryly, popping gum into his mouth. Kyle had given up smoking a year ago and had since been chewing gum day and night as a way of relieving his cravings. I knew Josie had been the reason he quit, and I also knew he still snuck a cigarette every now and then, particularly since he and Josie had split.
I looked down at my workout clothes. “Uh, yeah. Just give me a minute to change.”
He followed me into the house, dropping his tackle box on the floor just inside the foyer.
“So, you wanna tell me why you were out of the house so early in the morning? Unless you’re workin’ or I’m dragging your sorry ass out to the lake, you don’t open your front door until after lunch on a weekend. What gives?” He wandered after me into the kitchen and went straight for the refrigerator, taking a bottle of water from the top shelf.
“I went for a run,” I answered vaguely, knowing it was the wrong answer as soon as I said it.
Kyle barked out an incredulous laugh. “And I was abducted by aliens last night,” he snorted. “Try again.”
I knew I’d never been able to lie to Kyle. He’d known me since middle school. He smelled my crap from a mile away and never failed to call me on it. I could trust Kyle more than just about anyone.
But I couldn't tell him everything. I’d promised Meg. Even if it was a stupid promise.Though I could play a bit with the truth.
“Fine. I was over at Meg’s,” I told him, watching him choke on a swallow of water.
“Did I just walk into the fucking Twilight Zone? Or did she lure you over there to off you?” Kyle asked with a chuckle.
“Ha, ha,” I replied blandly. I tore open a box of cereal bars, devouring one whole. My morning sexcapades had left me ravenous.
Kyle had a strange look on his face. “So why were you at Meg Galloway’s house at,” he checked his watch, “seven in the morning? Seems an odd time to be making house calls.”