Page 105 of Somebody to Save
“I’ll…umm…I’ll just let you two chat,” Grams said. She stood and grabbed her glass, patting me on the arm and kissing Addison’s cheek as she passed.
Addison waited until Grams was out of earshot before she came around to stand in front of me. “What did you say?”
Clearing my throat, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. “I?—”
“Did you really buy the ring right after we met…for the second time?”
“Yes,” I said with a sigh.
Holding up her hands, she shook her head, confusion twisting her brows. “You’re serious?”
I chuckled and peered up at her. “Do you really think I would lie about something like that, baby girl?”
“No, I’m just…why?”
Reaching forward, I gripped behind her thigh and tugged her closer to me. She willingly came and allowed me to pull her down onto my lap. Her arms were bare, and the cool breeze coming off the water made goose bumps appear over her skin. She shivered, and I held her close, tucked against my chest, trying to keep the worst of the cold from hitting her.
Kissing her forehead, I brushed stray curls from her face and tucked them behind her ear. My hand rested against her cheek. “I bought it because I already knew you were it for me, Addison.”
“But we didn’t even know each other,” she argued. “We’d slept together once and I was brushing you off, refusing to go out on even a single date with you, yet you were confident enough to buy a ring that I know had to cost a very,verypretty penny?”
“I wasn’t confident. I was hopeful,” I explained, and her expression shifted. The confusion and frustration morphed into a small smile, and her eyes softened. “I was having something resized for Aunt Michelle, and when I went into the jewelry store to pick it up, I saw this ring.” Lifting her left hand, I held it high enough that it glinted in the moonlight. “When I saw it, I thought of you and what you might look like wearing it. And how badly I wanted that to happen even then. I know it sounds crazy, but I hoped that daydream would come true someday. So, I bought it and kept it safe until I, hopefully, one day could give it to you.”
I looked up from where my attention was caught on the ringand saw tears gathering in her eyes. One spilled down her cheek, and I quickly brushed it away.
“Happy tears,” she whispered, likely reading the worry on my face. “I’m so glad you were so hopeful and pushy.”
She smiled, and I laughed, kissing her forehead, nose, and chin before I kissed her lips soundly. She wiggled and managed to snake her arms around my neck, pulling herself up until she was straddling my lap, both knees planted on the chair beneath me. I swore I could feel the heat of her pussy through her thin linen pants and groaned when she ground against me.
Fingers digging into my hair, I held her hips and urged her to keep moving. The crash of the waves was the perfect background noise, because her love felt like the ocean. It was raw and powerful yet utterly peaceful. It pulled me under in a tidal wave of bliss and eased every tender, fragmented part of me with its strong embrace. It was vital and unending.
Pulling back, she was breathless as she looked down at me. “I wish I could give you something,” she said. “I mean, eventually, you’ll have a ring, too, but I don’t know…it doesn’t feel the same.”
I knew what she meant, but I shook my head. Her hands cupped my face as I shifted mine higher, coming to rest just beneath her breast, where I could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage.
“It’s not necessary, baby girl. You’re all I need. All I’ll ever need. Forever.”
EPILOGUE
BACK TO THE BEGINNING
Addison
I couldn’t differentiatebetween the nerves and excitement running through me. They were one and the same, equally as important as we walked up the stairs hand-in-hand.
Beckett must have sensed my shift in mood, because he squeezed my hand.
“Still want to do this, Bubbles?”
Even with my nerves, there wasn’t a trace of apprehension. I wasn’t second-guessing anything and nodded.
I can’t believe it had taken us a year, but we were finally back at Abditory. The perfect way to celebrate the day we first met in the room where we’d first hooked up. I couldn’t believe it had been a year. A lifetime of events had happened.
For Halloween, Nathan had decided to throw a masquerade party followed by kinky playtime on the upper two floors. Beckett’s costume was similar to last year’s, much to my delight. It wasn’t my fault my fiancé looked killer in a tux and a mask.
My own mask was blue and only covered my eyes, leaving the lower half of my face bare. It matched perfectly the little blue sparkly dress Beckett had picked out. It didn’t leave much to theimagination with a hem that barely fell past my ass and little spaghetti straps, but it was the perfect attire for a Halloween party at a sex club.
Much better than the costume I wore the year before.
