Page 8 of The Biggest Secret
“Oh? Imakeyou lose track?” She’s laughing at me, I start tickling her ribs, and she laughs even harder.
“Yeah, you do. You know the power you hold over me, woman. You’re the only one who has it.”
She settles down and I pull her onto my lap. “I love you, Chelsea Jo. I want you in my life, from now until you’re sick of me.” She grins and her eyes get watery. “I want to give you the best life you could ever dream of having. I want to wake up with you, spend my days thinking of you, then come home to you every night. I want Sunday dinners and big holidays with my obnoxious family. I want to give you the house of your dreams. I’m going to work so hard for you, you’ll want for nothing ever again, CJ.” I pull out the ring I bought two months ago. It’s a gold love knot, it signifies an unbreakable bond and our forever connection together. “This isn’t an engagement ring, I know you’re not ready for that, but I do want you to wear my ring. I want everyone to know you’re mine. That we’re it for each other. Our connection was instant, and I’ll never find that with anyone else.” I slip it on her righthand.
She flexes her hand then forms a fist. “I’m yours, Adam.” She kisses me, then deepens it, grinding on my lap. She lingers at the hollow of my throat. I breathe deep through my nose, gentling my need to rip her apart. “Show me how you like it, Adam. I know you’ve been holding back with me. Just like you want to give me everything, I want to give you what you need, too.” Her eyes relay the answeryesto every question I have.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Still sitting on my lap, I drag her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground. She pulls at mine, so I lean up and let her take it off of me. Running my fingers loosely over her neck and chest, down to her breasts, I play with her nipples, tugging them through the lace of her bra. She moans and bears down on my cock, riding me through our jeans.
“I love fucking you.” Her eyes flare at my dirty mouth. “But it’s more than that. I want to be deep inside you, I want you sore for days so I’m always on your mind. Always craving me.”
Her motion picks up as she dry humps me on the couch. I unhook her bra and let her full tits spill out in front of me. She arches into me, letting me take a nipple into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my head, her fingers dancing in my hair. I let it pop from my mouth, blow on it lightly and her movements become crazed.
I chuckle darkly. “You’re a bad girl, Chelsea, I was just waiting for you to give it over to me.”
“Adam,” she calls out my name as I grab hold of her hips and increase the friction. I’m hard as fuck, ready to blow but I want her there first. “Every fantasy you have, I’m going to fulfill. You’re going to be dick-drunk, just anticipating what I’m going to do to your body next.”
Her body starts to quiver, and she lets out a cry of ecstasy. Seeing my woman fall apart from just a few touches and some dirty words fills me with such self-satisfaction, it’s intoxicating. It makes me want to take it to the next level, command and control her, dominate her. But then I want to love her, kiss her, hold her, and make her feel the safest she has ever been, in my arms.
We spend the night wrapped in each other, and just as we’re about to pass out, she whispers the sweetest words I’ve heard to date. “I’ll go home with you. Let’s begin a new life together, Adam.”
Chapter Nine
ADAM
Present Day
“Let’s go Coach Gage! Kick some ass, boys!” My not-so-lady like baby sister is hanging over the railing of the stands yelling at her fiancé and his team, while wearing her jersey with ‘Gage’s Fiancé’ written across the back. It used to say ‘Gage’s Girl’ but since he put a ring on it, she upgraded. I watch as Jackson turns to her, gives a wink, and then lingers on her for a moment too long.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to it,” I run my hands through my hair, turning away from them.
Billy gives me a shoulder bump. “That’s what she said,” he snorts. I push him back, rolling my eyes.
“Knock it off.” My words hold no malice for him, but maybe some for Grace as I tense up at feeling her link her arm with mine.
“I think it’s sweet. They love each other so much, and they aren’t afraid to show it,” she says. She’s looking up at me with big doe eyes,and I think I even see a heart or two in them. Christ. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but this isn’t working for me.
I’m unsure how we even got here. Grace and I went to high school together. She’s been in this town her whole life. We were always friends, nothing more, though I got the idea she wanted more. I didn’t, and she wasn’t pushy about it, just friendly.
After a few run-ins after Chelsea left town, we finally ended up together one night at Moose’s. I was in a shit mood still dreaming about Chelsea, wondering why she just upped and left me without a word. I was feeling sorry for myself, and Grace was there. One thing led to another, and she woke up in my bed the next morning. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Considering we’ve known each other our whole lives, and knew we’d be seeing each other in town, the one-night kind of lingered and turned into a few weeks here and a few dinners there. The next thing I know, another year has passed and now she’s here with my family, watching my best friend prepare to win another state title with his high school football team.
I know what that timeline looks like to some. It looks like I’m dragging her along with no intentions of committing. And yea, I’m a dick so that’s probably what I’m doing. Scratch that, it’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m an avoider and I hate confrontation when it comes to my own relationships. My family hasn’t gotten that memo though, considering they come to me with all their drama. Whatever needs fixing, see Adam. It’s the role I was born into, and I love it. I want them to depend on me. Ineedthem to depend on me.
I just don’t want to talk about my own shortfalls in love.
Grace never questions me, and she doesn’t say anything about my long working hours. She doesn’t push her way into my house or into my family functions. She’s simply there when I need her.
It’s easy, but it’s not fulfilling.
She’s not Chelsea Jo.
CJ used to light me up from the inside with one look.
I miss her.
