Desired by Him (Wanted Series #5) Page 2

  Then she dragged my swollen head against her clit. I couldn’t tell if she was teasing herself with it or buying time to brace herself, but a moment later, she fed it into her pussy, gasping as I spread her open.

  “Fuck,” she said, leaning her head forward as I drove myself balls deep into her tight pink snatch.

  Sure enough, she was still spasming, and it felt like she was strangling me inch by inch as I worked my dick deep inside her.

  “How’s that?” I said, swelling as I grinded against her burning clit.

  Her lips fell apart.

  Which gave me an idea.

  I slid out of her and stood up.

  When she raised her head to look up at me, her lips were right in line with my balls.

  I put a fingertip along her jaw. “How would you feel about licking yourself off me?”

  Her eyes looked glazed, but she reached for my cock.

  My insides clenched as she grabbed me with one hand, and my brow furrowed when she cupped my balls with the other.

  A second later, she was licking the underside of my dick, holding it loosely in her hand as she lapped at it, the sight of her pink tongue making me even harder.

  “Swallow me,” I said, dying to see her lips around me.

  She sank me against the back of her throat even more effortlessly than she had in the boat.

  I put a hand on the back of her head. I was careful not to push, but it was nice to have something to hold onto while she pleasured me, her tongue massaging my dick.

  But soon I was fucking her mouth, my balls slapping at her chin and her eyes closed from taking it.

  Somehow I stopped myself. “I’m sorry,” I said. “You felt so good I got carried away and-”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I wasn’t about to complain.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “And not just because my mouth was full.”

  I felt my balls tighten against me and groaned. “How do you want me to come for you?” I asked, my eyes still on her lips.

  She licked them and reached for me again, inviting me to sink back inside her warm mouth.

  And her willingness to suck me must have pushed me over the edge because a few thrusts later, I was holding her head against the base of my shaft and emptying myself down her throat.

  I didn’t stop until I felt her hands on my thighs.

  Then I pulled out, my wet dick glistening right in front of her face, and despite what had just happened, seeing her mouth so close to my dick was such a turn on I wanted to burn the image in my mind forever.

  She pursed her lips. “You don’t taste so bad yourself, ya know.”

  I dropped to my knees in front of her. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, pressing my dick against her pussy.

  “Maybe,” she said. “But I’m not feeling like a very good house guest right now.”

  “Are you kidding?” I asked, sliding myself back inside her. “You’re the best guest I’ve ever had.”

  She smiled. “I’m not saying I’m worried about you inviting me back,” she said. “I’m just concerned about the impression I might have made on your family.”

  “I’m concerned about the impression I just made on the back of your throat.”

  She smacked my chest playfully. “C’mon I mean it.”

  I furrowed my brow and pulled out of her, savoring the way she squeezed me one last time. “You have nothing to worry about,” I said. “They’ll be delighted as long as I’m a good host.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You have an interesting hosting style all right.”

  I reached for my boxers. “I swear I usually have more self-control.”

  She shook her head. “I have no reason to believe that.”

  “Really I do,” I said. “But your hair is like a red flag to a bull.”

  Addison reached for her thong beside the beanbag chair. “You certainly know how to take a girls’ mind off her troubles.”

  “What troubles?”

  “Oh, you know, job stress. Normal stuff.”

  “Anything you want to talk about?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  If there was any blood left in my brain, I might’ve pressed the issue, but I was barely able to make conversation at that point.

  “But if you’re going to fuck my mouth every time I come over, I feel like that’s something you should be more upfront about.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “That’s why I stopped and asked you if-”

  “I’m joking,” she said. “It’s okay.”

  I pulled my pants up and zipped my zipper.

  “Though the burger and beer would’ve been more than enough.”

  “What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t offer you dessert?”

  “And what kind of girl would I be if I didn’t recognize how charitable that was of you?”

  I smiled. “I swear it wasn’t premeditated. Something just came over me-”

  “It’s fine,” she said. “I just can’t decide which tour I liked best. The one of the house or the one of the studio.”

  I reached my hand down to help her up. “I think I liked this one myself.”

  “Why?” she asked, taking my hand and rising to her feet.

  I put my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me. “Because more of you is always better.”

  “I don’t know about that,” she said, casting her eyes down.

  “I do,” I said, letting my hands slide down over her ass.

  Her eyes were dark and refused to meet mine.

  “But I can go back to playing hard to get if you want me to.”

  She raised her bright green eyes. “When were you ever playing hard to get?”

  “Oh right,” I said. “That was you.”

  “I wasn’t playing hard to get.”

  “Hey- it’s okay,” I said. “You’ve never met a more patient man than me.”

  “I find that extremely hard to believe.”

  “Believe it,” he said. “When I find something I want, I won’t quit until I get it.”

  “And that always works for you, does it?” she asked, tilting her head.

  I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m really trying to say.”

  “What are you trying to say then?”

  I shrugged. “That this is easy.” I pushed some hair back from her face. “Being with you.”

  “So?”

  “So I realize that saying you aren’t hard to be around probably isn’t the most romantic compliment you’ve ever gotten, but I hope you’ll take it as one anyway.”

  She draped her hands on my shoulders and laid her head against my chest. “I think you’re easy to be with, too.”

  “It’s settled then,” I said, hugging her back.

  “What is?”

  “Seeing each other again.”

  I felt her seize up in my arms. I didn’t know what she was so afraid of. How could she fuck me like that and let me have my way with her and then visibly panic at the mention of anything more long term?

  I stepped back and looked at her. “Addison.”

  Her eyes were turned down at the corners like I’d said the wrong thing. “What?”

  “Let’s just take it one day at a time,” I said. “Is that too much to ask?”

  “I just don’t want to think about the future.”

  “Well that’s a problem,” I said. “And we have to do whatever it takes to change that.”

  Chapter 4: Addison

  I wanted to be my own person. Really, I did.

  But I was so used to being what other people needed me to be.

  I’d been a quiet little girl, head of the class, lead project manager, and best friend extraordinaire. I was all of those things and none of them. It all depended on who I was with which role I fell into.

  But I was sick of it.

  Why couldn’t I mix it up and be a muse for a sexy musician?

  I felt believable playing that role just now, letting Wyatt fuck my
mouth like I was some kind of dick hungry minx. Then again, maybe I was. I hadn’t even hesitated when he’d offered himself to me, and I certainly wasn’t sorry for my actions. I’d be smug for the next week thinking about the look on his face after he came.

  So why shouldn’t I be both a high powered consultant- preferably with that coveted promotion under my belt- and the girlfriend of this gorgeous man? Could I? Was I?

  No. Not yet.

  And as much as I wanted to imagine being that person in the future, it was hard. Cause I was an all or nothing kind of gal, and if I was going to stretch myself thin, it was going to be for one cause.

  Then again, I didn’t think about work at all last week while I tried to make sense of this new whirlwind who blew into my life. And then I walked into my meeting and crushed it, despite my sweaty feet and wonky heart.

  So maybe I could have the professional life I wanted and a personal life, too.

  I always thought the latter had to get axed in order to make room for the former. But here I was, at hands down the sexiest barbeque I’d ever been to, and even though I knew I should’ve been at home going over the fact pack for my new client and trying to figure out how I could appear to be working with Chris while completely avoiding him, I wasn’t even worried.

  I was just happy to be with Wyatt.

  Happy.

  I looked up at the ceiling and tried to remember the last time I felt that way. I could think of a handful- the previous Halloween with Holly, my most recent promotion at work, when I paid off my Mastercard. But it was unsettling how long it took me to come up with those few.

  Plus, there wasn’t a man to be found in a single one of those memories.

  Maybe I was closed off. Maybe I did have resting bitch face.

  “Would you like a mint or something?” Wyatt asked, sticking his head out of a small booth that housed nothing but a microphone.

  “Sure,” I said, watching him pop one in his mouth.

  He ducked back in the booth and came out with a handful of round mints in his open palm.

  “Thanks,” I said, taking one and holding the thin plastic wrapping between my fingertips. “I guess we should get back to the party.”

  “Probably.”

  “Is it written all over my face?” I asked, circling my head with my finger.

  “What?”

  “The fact that we just did that.”

  He squinted at me, his eyes scanning my face. “I don’t think you missed any if that’s what you’re asking.”

  I smacked him in the chest. “That’s not what I meant.”

  He smiled. “Well excuse me for picturing it.”

  I shook my head. “You are the filthiest.”

  He turned around and headed up the stairs in the corner, looking over his shoulder at me when he reached the top step. “I blame you.”

  I felt my cheeks blush and started in his direction.

  “You look good in the studio by the way,” he said, opening the door.

  “Good as in believable?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Like if I came in here and didn’t know who you were, I’d think you were doing some of your own recording.”

  My eyes found the red light. It was still on. “Did we record all that?” I asked, pointing at it.

  He reached around the corner and flicked the switch. The red light went black.

  I followed him up the stairs. “You’re not going to do anything with that are you?”

  “Are you asking me not to record over it?” he asked.

  “I’m asking you to destroy it.”

  He cocked his head. “How about you worry about the recordings that take place in your studio, and I’ll worry about what goes on in mine.”

  “How about you give it to me right now,” I said, holding my hand out.

  “What are you so worried about?” he asked. “You didn’t do anything you should be ashamed of.”

  “I can’t remember what I said and-”

  “Your mouth was full. You didn’t say anything.”

  I shifted my weight. “Wyatt, please.”

  He flicked another set of switches and the lights in the recording room went dark. “It’s not like that,” he said. “I can’t just whip out a cassette and hand it to you.”

  I folded my arms. “I thought you were always looking for an excuse to whip it out?”

  He crossed the room and fixed his eyes on me. “No one else is ever going to hear it, okay?”

  “Why should I believe that?” I pressed the round mint to the top of my mouth.

  “Cause what happened just now is no one’s business but ours.”

  I shook my head. “I’d really feel more comfortable if-”

  “Addison. I’m not seventeen.”

  I furrowed my brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that tape would only be interesting to a bunch of prepubescent virgins.”

  “I don’t know who your friends are.”

  “Good one,” he said, turning around. “Now c’mon. Let’s get out of here. I want to have some of that cake you brought.”

  It seemed pretty obvious that there was nothing I could do about the recording and while I suppose I trusted him with it, the thought of leaving it behind made me anxious.

  I let my eyes graze the buttons and nobs in the studio one last time and followed Wyatt to the door, which he was holding open.

  “Well thanks for showing me that,” I said. “You’re obviously very talented.”

  He smacked my ass as I walked through the doorframe. “So are you.”

  “Maybe next time you can play something for me that you’ve written,” I said, watching as he locked the door and shoved his keychain in his pocket.

  “I don’t know why we would waste our time with that when we could do more of what we’re good at, but if that’s what you want, I’ll do my best to be accommodating.”

  I looked across the yard. Just after I clocked that the adults were standing around talking on the patio, I noticed one of the lights on the second floor was on, and I could see Gigi and Sophie jumping on the princess bed and swinging around the bannisters.

  I turned to Wyatt. “I take it Sophie’s allowed to jump on the bed?”

  “Fucking right she is,” he said. “Why wouldn’t she be?”

  “I don’t know. She could get hurt.”

  He shrugged. “There’s almost nothing she’s interested in that doesn’t have an element of danger,” he said. “Besides, if I told her not to, she’d just jump more and higher.”

  I smiled. “I’m no expert, but you seem like a pretty cool dad.”

  “I try,” he said, taking my beer bottle, which was no longer cold to the touch. “Plus, I don’t think it’s her jumping on the bed that’s the problem.”

  “No?” I raised my eyebrows. “What’s the real problem, then?”

  “That more people don’t.”

  Chapter 5: Wyatt

  With every step across the grass, I realized I was getting closer to Addison leaving.

  And I hated it.

  Why did things have to be so hard? Why did I have to pretend that I wasn’t already sprung, that I wasn’t disappointed she couldn’t stay the night? Why wasn’t she easier to read?

  “So what’d we miss?” I asked, stepping up onto the brick patio.

  “Nothing much,” Austin said. “We cut into the cake and Gigi told us all about her dance recital.”

  I pursed my lips. “Sorry I missed that.”

  “It was great,” he said. “I especially enjoyed it seeing as how I was there.”

  Karen smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. “Stop that. She was adorable.”

  Austin shrugged. “I admit that I’m glad I didn’t accidentally bring one of the other little girls home, but as far as I’m concerned, she can’t lose her interest in ballet fast enough.”

  “Don’t be like that,” my mom said. “All little girls should take ballet.”

  “Oh not
this again,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I told you all a hundred times, the moment Sophie expresses an interest in ballet, I’ll get her signed up. Until then, it’s ball sports and piano all the way.”

  My mom shook her head. “What if she’s only doing those things cause she thinks that’s what you want her to do?”

  I shrugged. “Then she’s even more perceptive than I realized.”

  Karen put her hand on my shoulder. “I think we’re going to head, Wyatt. This has been more than enough excitement today for you and Sophie.”

  I set the empties I was holding on the patio table. “You know you’re all welcome to stay as long as you want.”

  “What I meant is that Austin’s done drinking your beer for today,” she said, giving her husband a look that nobody missed.

  Austin drank half of his remaining beer and then raised the bottle. “I’ll throw this in the recycling on my way out.”

  “Can I give you a hand cleaning some of this up?” My mom asked. “We already put the leftovers in the fridge.”

  “That’s great, Mom, thanks,” I said. “But you and Dad should probably head before it gets any darker.”

  My dad nodded and turned to lead the way inside.

  “Dad, would you call Gigi,” Austin said. “I think she’s upstairs.”

  Everyone picked up what they could carry of the remaining empties and barbeque stuff and headed into the kitchen. I loved having my family over, but on this occasion I was also eager for them to leave so I could say goodbye to Addison and get Sophie in bed at a reasonable hour.

  A few minutes later, we were all standing in the entryway.

  Karen was holding some cake to take home and Gigi’s eyes looked so tired it made me want to put some eye drops in my own.

  “Well, it was very nice to see you again,” my mom said, putting her thin fingers on Addison’s shoulders and pressing her cheek to hers.

  “It was nice to see all of you, too,” she answered, while my mom fingered a lock of her hair.

  Austin nodded. “I look forward to seeing you again soon,” he told her. Then he pointed at me. “And we have to talk about when you think you’ll have time to do the rest of the work at Pine Island.”

  Gigi hugged his leg.

  “But I don’t want to pressure you,” he said, putting his hand on top of Gigi’s head. “I can give the job to someone else. Just say the word.”