Page 48 of Falling for Fury

“So, these trust-fund country-club pricks are doing it for you then, Ads?” I try to tease, but really my jealousy just makes an embarrassing appearance and I try to save my dignity by giving her a playful smile.

“Oh, Noah, you’re jealous? The one who can’t work out what the fuck he wants enough to ask for it, the one too much of a guy to acknowledge he has feelings, is jealous?”

“Tell me, how many of those dates of yours…” I lean my body close, crowding her into the corner, “…have been able to make you scream their name as you came on their tongue?” I swear I hear her breath hitch, ignoring the jealous rage that grows, imagining Addison sharing any of that with someone other than me.

I pull back with satisfaction at the look of heat on her face. Except, to my utter surprise, she leans in and quips back. “About as many times as you have pulled your dick to the sound of me coming in your mouth.”

A growl climbs my throat as I try to rein in my desire for this firecracker. I respond, closing the final gap between us so that her body is completely flush with mine. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I grunt out, our mouths inches from each other. She bats her lashes at me, but her stare is anything but innocent. She knows exactly what she is doing.

The look snaps all my self-control, and I firmly grab her lower back with my left hand, thrusting my right into her hair and pull her in to crash my lips into hers. I’m done with this game. I’m staking my claim if it’s the last fucking thing I do—Addison is mine.

She instantly melts into my arms, lacing her fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. Her tongue darts out, and I instantly open for her, pulling her tongue into my mouth, reveling in the strawberry vodka taste of her. She pushes me away, and I back up a few steps, but ache at the loss of her touch.

She huffs an incredulous laugh. “Have you ever gone a day without thinking with your dick, Noah? You are so predictable.” My spine snaps straight, and the anger builds from deep within me. I am usually cool and calm, but this blonde has me discovering a plethora of feelings that turn me into a raging caveman. “Oh, shortcake, when you’re around, my dick is the only organ making decisions.” Her breathing comes in hard. A quick scan of her body tells me she is as turned on from that kiss as I am. At the risk of trying my luck again, I take a step closer. She steps back against the wall and damned if my chest doesn’t expand at the quirk of her lips.

“I don’t do relationships, and certainly not with you, Noah. I’m here with a date. You say you want me, well, you can’t have me.” Her words are sultry, but her scowl holds the rage of a thousand storms to match the raging feelings in my chest.

“We’ll see about that. But Country Club already bailed. He knew you were mine with one look.” She holds my eyes for a beat before leaning to the side to look around my shoulder briefly, confirming my words, noticing Rosie and Casey are also not in the near vicinity.

She recovers her look with one of confidence and considers me, looking me up and down. “Do you think you can handle fucking me without falling in love with me?” she taunts.

No. The answer almost slips from my lips, and I know I’m a goner for Addison. Like I told Matt, I didn’t come this far by taking the easy road. I have every intention of making sure she knows I’m not leaving again. This time, I’m sticking around. Casual or not, right now I couldn’t care less. Like I said, dick in control. No brain.

She tilts her head like she just asked me what my favorite color is. I take one final step, again caging her into the wall and pressing my body against hers so she can feel the effect she has on me.

“I think it’s you that needs to guard her heart, sweetheart.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Dolos, I could never fall in love with you.” The growing tension in the air fills my lungs. The string of desire between us pulls tighter than ever before; it feels like something is about to snap. She can lie to herself all she wants, but I see the way she bites her lip, the way her eyes are hooded and glazed with desire as she pants every time I’m near. It’s okay, Addy, I can take your denial for as long as you need. You can’t get rid of me that easily.

“We’re leaving,” I grunt into her ear, and I don’t miss the goosebumps on her skin as I pull away to look into her eyes. She looks into mine, and I see her chest rise and fall quickly, as breathless as I am, and she quickly nods.

As we exit, Lucas is still at the door, and his face lights up when he sees Addy. “Leaving already?” he asks playfully. I catch up and am now standing behind her.

“Mmhmm.” She nods at him, clearly trying to avoid acknowledging who she is taking home. I look to Lucas. He seems to put it together, and the prick purses his lips, poking his tongue to his cheek as he suppresses a laugh. “Ahh… I see. Well, have fun, you two.” He throws us a wink and hails a cab for us. I give him a nod, ushering Addy into the cab, and give the driver my address.

When the cab pulls up in front of my brownstone, I turn to give Addy my hand, helping her out, but she deliberately takes her time. The moment she is on the sidewalk, I give her a cheeky smile and bend at the waist.

“What are you do–NOAH!” I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder, grabbing cash from my pocket and handing it to the driver through the window who is now laughing at Addy over my shoulder. I turn and head for my front stairs, giving Addy a spank on the way.

“What are you doing?!” she shrieks.

“Getting you inside as quickly as I possibly can because I need you naked, and I need to be inside you. Now,” I practically growl.

I open the front door, storm in, and head straight for the stairs, climbing with ease despite the feather weight of Addy over my shoulder. When we reach my room, I close the door, drop Addy to her feet, and slam her back against the door, as my lips slam on to hers. She releases a moan that I swallow immediately, her hands tangling in my hair as her legs attempt to climb my body. I grab the back of her thighs and heave her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her center pressing against the hardness growing in my pants. The ease with which we move, the aggressive heat of our passion evenly matched, like we’ve spent years doing this. Like coming home, it settles within me, a knowing calm at odds with the unrestrained desire she brings out of me. She can throw her wildest, maddest chaos at me, I won’t falter, and I’ll be right here to help her back up when she is ready, however long it takes.

“This… doesn’t… mean… anything,” she says between pants. Our kiss is desperate and passionate, her moans turning my stomach to mush and my desire growing at an uncontrollable rate.

“Whatever you say, shortcake.” I press my hips harder, holding her in place, as I pull the dress up over her head in one quick action, returning my lips to hers as though that is where they belong. She can tell herself all she wants that this means nothing—a one time thing. But the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she fits perfectly against my body. I’ll be damned if this is the one and only time I get Addison.

Her body is hot and smooth, and I force myself to pull away from her to look at her. At the masterpiece of her body. My eyes graze over her as she pants, staring into my face.

“That’s right. Commit this to memory because this is never happening again,” she demands breathlessly.

She is wearing nothing but a bright pink g-string and… “Fuck,” I ground out at the sight of the tiny strawberries on the front of her g-string, completely ignoring her comment.

“These, for that polo wearing douchebag?” I grab the side of the string and pull it, causing it to snap against her skin as she gasps. “I wear underwear for myself, you oaf. But perhaps, I chose my favorites just in case my date was fortunate enough to tear my dress from me.” She says the words with such deep teasing that my dick hardens at the same time as my furious jealousy I kept leashed snaps free. I grab the back of her head and slam my lips against hers, her hands at the hem of my shirt pulling. I pull away with enough time to yank off my shirt as she drags her fingernails down my back. I reach to kiss down her neck, across her collarbone, and back up to her jaw as my hands squeeze and flick her nipples. “Let me make one thing clear, Addison, from now on, the only man ever seeing this dick tease…” I pull on the string again, letting it snap to her skin, “is me. The only man you’ll get to kiss you like this is me,” I slam my lips to hers, my tongue searching, and I roll my hardness against her softness, “and the only man who gets you this wet. Is. Me.” I bring one hand between us, dipping under her panties to feel the truth of my words. She is soaked, and her head lulls back as her breath hitches at the firm graze of my fingers against her clit.

“I don’t belong to you, Noah. I can fuck whoev—” she is cut off when I push in two fingers, reaching deep in her center, and she melts in my hands. “What were you saying, Addison?” She moans loudly as her eyes close. She shakes her head.

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