Page 43 of Addicted

He reluctantly used his fork to stab at his own waffle, adjusting his pants as he grumbled.

CHAPTER 23

HUGH

It didn’t take us long to eat breakfast. With the sounds she was making and the way the creamy skin of her throat moved, it was a struggle not to make her my breakfast.

But, I was a man of my word and our two nights were through. I wouldn’t fuck her again, even if that meant being tortured by her parading around naked under my robe, smelling like me.

Before she could offer, I got up, and grabbed her plate, using it as an excuse to lean over her and take a deep breath, familiarizing myself with my scent on her skin. I needed to memorize it, to let it soak into my senses and my pores.

She made me unsteady. I kept second-guessing myself.

For the first time in decades, I let Switch out of his cage to have a conversation with her shit-eating ex. My Grams would’ve had a heart attack if she knew. She’d spent somuch time praying for me and pleading with me to get my shit together. The idea of letting her down made my heart literally ache.

Switch was young and reckless. He didn’t plan. He wasn’t meticulous. And he damn sure couldn’t have built this life for himself. Regression back to who I used to be wouldn’t help me keep what I had. But, if it helped keep the people I cared about safe, I would play with fire.

I forced those thoughts out of my head and thought about the temptation sitting behind me. It was so easy for me to lose myself in her. Her pussy, the bright and cheery outlook she had on everything around her. How could she be so unblemished by life?

I wasn’t expecting her. But now that she was here, I welcomed her. She awoke something in me that I’d fought for for so long. She wore down the defenses I’d built, and I don’t think I could let her go if she asked me to now.

“I try to get to Grams’s by three. There’s a game on in a few if you want to watch it?” I leaned against the fridge, trying to put some distance between us. As she sat, the tie around her waist loosened and more and more of her soft skin was peaking, just for me. I wanted to taste her, feel her pulse beating hard against the palm of my hand.

She was smiling at me, oblivious to the turmoil boiling under my skin.

“Can I bring something?” she asked, scooting forward and showing off the soft skin of her thighs.

I had images of her, teasing me while hovering above my aching dick. Her face, contorting in ecstasy as she fucked my face and tightened those thighs around my ears.

“No.” The word was a growl and she frowned at me as she shoved me out of the way to look in the fridge.

“Okay, grumpy.” She bent over and the robe rose up and showed off the bruises I’d peppered across her ass.

I bit my cheek until copper replaced the memory of her cum on my tongue.

“She’s not expecting you to bring anything, Denise,” I ground out.

Iwasgrumpy and I knew it was unfair to take it out on her. Just the thought of her delectable ass had me dreaming of living balls deep in her and she was literally walking around with her juicy ass hanging out.

I grumbled and turned away from her. Fucking her was transcendent, but if she wanted me, she had to come to me, and we had to make a new deal.

When I was inside her last night, I’d promised her everything. And I meant it.I would give it all to her, all she had to do was ask.

CHAPTER 24

DENISE

“If it ain’t my baby!” Hugh’s grandmother’s husky voice carried clear across the yard and out to the street.

The gate to the front door of a gorgeous Victorian home slammed open the second our ride pulled to a stop. With its tall and narrow windows and gothic style, my mouth fell open in awe. I was immediately obsessed, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. The house was painted classic white, but the trim was a bold and dark purple. The yard was bright green and neatly trimmed and the planters were full of giant and colorful flowering bushes.I could tell this was a happy and well-cared for home.

We walked up through the yard starting to feel nervous. I’d heard so much about her, I really hoped that she was okay with me crashing on her time with her grandson.

“Grams, I’m here at the same time, every Sunday.” He tried to sound annoyed, but it was clear he loved the attention.

She had to be in her seventies, because math, but she didn’t look a lick over fifty. Not a hair was out of place as she descended her front steps and squeezed her grandson tight before shoving him out of the way.

“Denise! I have heard so much about you!” She squeezed me just as tight as she did Hugh and ushered me forward. “You can call me Grams too, Sugar. I’m not a fan of all that formal shit. Come on, come in.”

---