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I lick my bottom lip, trying to get my breathing under wraps. He’s wearing a smug look; he knows he has me.
“Stand up, Chelsea. We’re leaving.” Without thinking this through, I do what he commands. He stands also, leaving me no room so I am pushed up against him. He’s watching me intently, still with his hand on my neck.
Two can play this game. I lean up on my toes so I can whisper to him. “Take me home, TC.” His eyes flare and he fights a grin.
“You’re asking for trouble, little girl.”
“So, uh, I guess we’ll see you guys later?” Farrah asks with a dirty grin on her lips.
Shit. I forgot they were here. I hope they weren’t watching this show. Adam was always dominant with me, but never in public. He said he had an image to uphold, but it’s like I’ve pushed him to throw all that away.
And he doesn’t seem to care in the least.
“Billy, be at the house at six in the morning. We’ve got a lot of work to finish tomorrow.”
We’re moving toward the door before I even hear a reply from Billy or a goodbye from the girls.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ADAM
My dick is so hard right now I can’t see straight. Just like a teenager shooting his load while copping a feel of a tit for the first time, I was ready to blow in my jeans and had to get her out of there. It’s why when she stood, I stood even closer, so I could hide my intent behind her.
Because I fully intend on making her remember every single inch of me tonight. I may be mad at her, I may not understand why she did what she did, but I can’t stop the pull towards her. My body wants her, and my heart is following close behind.
“This way.” I’ve got a hold of her bicep, and we’re speed-walking through the parking lot to my truck. I click the alarm once, and she reaches for the passenger door. I come up behind her quickly, place my hand on the door to hold it closed, and lean all my body weight into her pushing her up against the truck. She grinds back on my dick with her ass. That full, fucking peach of an ass that I can’t wait to get my hands and teeth on again.
“Adam, take me home,” she says again breathlessly.
“You sure, Peaches? Just because it’s been a while, doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you.”
“I don’t want easy.”
“Oh woman, there’s nothing easy about us.”
I step back, spank her ass then rub my hand over it to soothe her. I’m done keeping my hands off her. It’s become physically impossible now. I open her door and watch her step up. Then, shutting her in, I jog around to my side, jump in and start it up.
My house is not far from the bar, thank fuck, but I still have to get myself under control before pulling out of the parking lot.
I’ve been waiting a long time to have Chelsea under me again. And just when I thought it would never happen again, here we are.
We don’t speak on the ride home. I pull into my driveway, and she doesn’t question me. I need her in my space, in my bed. I need to have her scent in my home again.
“Don’t move.”
I open my door and jump out, rounding the front of the truck. I quickly open her door, lean in and grab her waist, pulling her out. Slamming the door, I take her hand and lead her up my front walk. Fumbling with my key, I get the front door unlocked and lead us in, closing it shut behind me.
I flip the lock and turn to lean against the door. She’s standing in front of me. Not a question on her face. Only want.
It mirrors mine.
I don’t have to question what we’re doing. I don’t have to question whether we should be going down this road again. We can fight this out tomorrow and for years to come.
I only have the answer. Yes. Yes, we’re doing this. Yes, I want her.Them.And yes, we will be a family together.
But first?
I’m taking my woman.
