Rule Play (Saints of Love Book 1) Page 11

  One night, after one of my football games, we finally took things to a new level. She gave me hers, and I gave her mine. Everything was moving towards happily ever after, until the night that Kat lost control of her car, our junior year of high school, in the middle of a snowstorm. After a week on a ventilator, and no signs of any brain activity, her Dad finally decided to pull the plug. As her heartbeat slowed, and her breathing became nonexistent, I began to hold mine, and my own heart stopped beating.

  Which is kind of crazy, if you ask me, because as I sit next to Mia, I sure as hell can feel my heart again. And it’s beating like a normal one would, a normal one who hasn’t been battered and bruised.

  I’m so lost in my thoughts of this, that I hardly notice that our table has finished dinner, and both Wyatt and Jude have moved from the table and made their way up to the bar. I only notice it, when Mia finally turns to me, with an excited gleam in her eye.

  “So, I think that it would be really neat to hire Samantha to decorate Rivers way.” Her green eyes glimmer, as she grabs a hold of my hand and squeezes it. “I mean, did you hear what she was saying? She refurbishes a lot of antique stuff, which would fit with the age of that house perfectly. I may even have her come and check out my salon. I’ve been thinking of adding on to it, anyways, especially since business is booming. But I bet she could work magic on your place! How cool would it be for those kids to have their home decorated to perfection?”

  I study her face, my heart kicking up a notch. Finally, I nod my head. “Yeah, that would be pretty cool. I’d have to run it by Amy first though. I mean, after all, she’s…”

  “The boss.” Mia beams. “Yeah, run it by her. And then I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow night when I’m there.”

  “You’re going to the River house tomorrow?”

  Her eyebrows furrow at me. “Well, yeah, of course I am. It’s one of my two community service nights.”

  “I’ll be there too, then.” My eyes lock with hers, which makes her only shrug. But there’s nothing nonchalant about the fact that I want to be wherever Mia is. And it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with publicity.

  That’s the scary part, but also, it feels kind of good. Mia may be going through her own shit, but she radiates a light that I’ve forgotten exists. And basking in her sunlight feels too damn good not to take every bit that I can get.

  Mia is a tad bit tipsy as I walk her to her doorstep. She’s been giggling the entire way to her house, courtesy of six glasses of champagne, I suppose. Her eyes are bright, yet a tad bit glossy as we pause on her front doorstep. She tilts her head and stares at me, a huge, goofy smile spreading across her face.

  “I actually had a good time tonight, hot shot.” She winks at me. “You and your friends aren’t so bad. I could have done without your owner and all of his people, but your guys?” She pokes her finger into my chest. “They’re all pretty cool.”

  “I’m the coolest, though, right?” I inch a bit closer to her, giving her a one sided smirk. She just rolls her beautiful eyes.

  “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re alright. Jude and Wyatt though? Yeah, they’re really cool. They’re also both really hot.”

  She’s trying to push my buttons. It’s kind of cute, but, also, not. Only because the last thing that I want to hear out of her mouth is that any other man is hot. I want her to only be saying that about me.

  “Hot, huh?” I take another step towards her, until I can feel the heat of her skin radiating off of her body and smacking into mine. “And what about me, Mia? What do you think about me?”

  Her eyes flutter up, and when they meet mine, I don’t even need her to say the words. I know what she thinks about me. And it causes the fire that’s been simmering inside of me to ignite.

  “You’re alright, too.” She murmurs, but the rest of her words are lost, because in the next moment, one of my hands wraps around her hip, while the other wraps around her neck. My fingers twist into her hair, and without any more thinking on it, my mouth crashes down onto hers. Her lips are so soft. So fucking soft, that mine just melt against hers. I pause, waiting for her to try to resist me, but she doesn’t. In fact, she surprises the hell out of me, when her mouth opens wide, and her sweet tongue darts inside of my mouth. She tastes like champagne, strawberries, and Mia. It’s intoxicating, and I know in this instant that I could never get enough of her. Her hands fist into my hair, pulling my face even closer, until our kiss turns so hard that our teeth clash together, neither one of us letting up one bit.

  When she moans my name into my mouth, my erection reaches an almost painful level. With her still wrapped tightly in my arms, she punches in the code to her front door, and then I lift her into my arms and kick the door shut behind us.

  Once we’re safely out of view, everything building between us explodes. Her hands grip all over my body, and my shirt is tugged open. Her hands trail my chest, and she mutters something about how hard my body is. I suck in air as her hands move down to the button of my pants, anxiously waiting for her to realize exactly how fucking hard I really am.

  “Underwear. I wasn’t expecting that.” She nibbles on her lower lip, staring hard at the now painful erection encased in black boxer briefs. I kick my pants off, keeping my eyes locked on her as I move towards her, steadily caging her in against the wall.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, baby. But if you move your hand down again, these underwear can come off really quick.”

  She sucks in air, as I rock my hips against her. I love how her cheeks flush, and how her eyes gleam. I also love the way my dick feels against her, even though there is way too much fabric left between us for my liking.

  “Touch me.” My words are a hiss, but I’m basically begging. My dick is aching to have her hand wrapped around it again, only this time, I want a happy ending out of it. No more blue balls. No more aching to feel her. Tonight, all of that ends. Because tonight, I’m going to rock her fucking world.

  “Adrian.” She moans, reaching for me and trailing a finger underneath the band of my boxers. “I want these off.”

  “And I want this off.” I grab the bottom hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one movement. I step back for only a second, letting my eyes feast on her, in nothing more than her lace strapless bra and the thin scrap of lace that she calls panties.

  “So, fucking beautiful.” I mutter, as I struggle to catch my breath. “You look like a fucking angel, baby.”

  Without missing a beat, she turns her hot eyes on me. She reaches for me, which of course, I don’t resist, and then she says a single sentence that stops my heart.

  “And I’m going to need you to fuck me like a devil, Adrian.”

  There’s no more foreplay needed, here. Hell, her words alone are enough to make me blow this thing before I even have the chance to get inside of her. My mouth crashes back onto hers, and my hand finds her center. Her panties are pushed to the side, her hips bucking against me as I slide one finger inside of her, finding her dripping fucking wet and ready for me. I kick off my boxers, and lift her quickly, bracing my hips against her, holding her body against the wall. I quickly slide a condom over my shaft, and then position myself at her entrance.

  I pause for just a second, but it’s a second too long for her, because her eyes pop back open, and then in one movement, she grabs ahold of me, runs her hand along my length once, and then pushes her body down against me.

  “Now, Adrian. Please.” She doesn’t need to ask me again.

  I slide inside of her, watching her closely as her head falls back, and my name leaves her lips in a slow moan. Never in my life has anything felt so right. It’s like my dick was made specifically to fit inside of Mia. It’s the right amount of pressure, the right amount of tightness, but I fit. Like a fucking glove.

  Her hands pause on my shoulders, as I steady myself, but then, I give her exactly what she asked me for. I pull her bra off of her so hard that the lace rips in my hands, but I don’t even care. I rock my hips back, as m
y hands grip her breasts, her perfect fucking breasts, mind you, squeezing her tightly as I slam myself back into her. I let her moans and her cries guide me. The more she screams my name, the harder I fuck her. When she begins to whimper, I take it down a notch, slowing my thrusts until she begs me for it harder. We’re in her foyer, fucking like animals, and honestly, its absolutely perfect. She begs me to suck on her nipples. I suck harder than I ever have. She asks me to fuck her harder- I give it to her, all while trying to fight off my orgasm that feels like it’s about to blow at any second. I give her exactly what she asks for, until finally, she screams my name so loudly that her neighbors are probably dialing for help. And then, she explodes all around me, my name continuing to roll off of her lips, until its nothing more than a slight whimper. It’s right then that I lose it myself, emptying into her until I’m panting for air, and trying like hell to catch my breath.

  “Oh, my God.” Mia finally groans, as I lower her onto the ground, her shaky limbs barely able to hold her up. “That was something.”

  That was everything.

  I brush my lips softly against hers, before reaching down and handing her the rumpled dress on the floor.

  “Was that devilish enough for you, babe?”

  Her eyes are hardly open as she nods her head. “There aren’t even words.”

  Ditto.

  14

  Mia

  I’m going to hell. I’m going straight to hell, and I know it. Seriously. I feel like I’m wearing a scarlet letter today.

  I had sex with Adrian.

  Honestly, I’m not sure if sex is even the right word. I let Adrian fuck me. In fact, I begged him to fuck me, and well, that’s exactly what he did. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve been handled like that. Brett and I had fallen into a pattern so to speak and ripping each other’s clothes off before the front door even shut hadn’t been a thing for us in years. We only ever did it in a bed, in our bedroom, mostly vanilla style at best. But what Adrian did to me…well, there was nothing vanilla about it. And I have the ever present ache between my legs to prove it.

  “Mia.” Amy beams at me as she opens the door wide. “I’m so happy to see you.”

  I’m so embarrassed to see her. I’m sure it’s no secret now what Adrian and I have going on. I’m not positive if she knows that we’re doing it all for show, or if she thinks that we really are an item. All that I know, is that I really don’t want her to know what he did to me last night.

  I don’t want anyone to know. At least, anyone except for Sophia. She had squealed like a schoolgirl and clapped her hands when I told her all about my dirty deed. She of course wanted to know how it was, what he was like, and of course, the ever present penis size question. I couldn’t answer it without blushing, because, telling her that he was so big I was worried he was going to rip me wide open didn’t seem like an appropriate response. So, I settled for really big, and her eyes practically gleamed.

  But now, it’s back to reality. Whatever is going on between Adrian and I has no business being brought up here. I don’t want Amy to think poorly of me or think that I am trying to sleep with the owner of the house in order to get out of my community service hours. That’s not it at all. In fact, I’ve actually been looking forward to coming here since Saturday, the last time that I was here.

  Helping out and doing this for such a good cause makes me feel pretty good about myself, regardless of the reasons that I had to come here in the first place.

  “Have you talked to Adrian?” She asks, studying me with a soft smile on her face. “Is he coming to help too?”

  “How should I know?” I give her a nonchalant shrug, hoping that she’ll take the hint that I don’t want to talk about him. Lucky for me, she does.

  “No reason. Just wondering if we were going to get any extra help today.” The look on her face tells me that she has more questions, but she isn’t going to ask them. I quickly change the subject to Samantha, the woman that I met at Adrian’s party last night. I tell Amy all about how she owns a furniture store downtown, and that she would be interested in helping to decorate the house. I make sure to point out that a lot of her stuff is refurbished furniture, which would keep the price down. Amy looks ecstatic, and then asks me if I wouldn’t mind handling all of that. I easily agree.

  I’ve always liked decorating, anyhow. So, getting in touch with Samantha and helping her pick out pieces is right up my alley. Way more up my alley than the stack of window blinds and curtain rods that Amy hands me next, with instructions on which rooms to hang them in. Basically, all of them. She then hands me a power drill, before turning right back around and heading back to whatever she was working on.

  It takes me several trips up and down the stairs just to get all of my supplies up and into the bedrooms. I feel a sense of pride, as I look around one of the girl’s bedrooms. I painted this room, and I painted the ceiling. I didn’t install the flooring or the new light fixture, but everything else was done by me. It fills me with a sense of pride and peace that I’m beginning to like a lot.

  It takes me awhile to figure out the mini blinds, but once I do, I’m on a roll. I get all of the kid’s bedrooms done and am just about to start working on Amy’s room, when my entire body stills. I have my headphones in my ears, but I don’t even need to hear his footsteps to know that he’s in the room. The hairs on my arms raise, a shiver runs down my spine, and the place that has been aching since the last time that he touched me becomes a full blown throb.

  I pull out my ear buds and turn slowly. The second that our eyes lock, my breath catches. I really don’t know what’s come over me. I mean, it was just sex, right? It’s no different than when I hooked up with the guy from the bar, not once, but twice.

  Except, I didn’t feel like this after. My body wasn’t drawn to him the way that mine is drawn to Adrian. And as his dark eyes dilate, as they stare into mine, a sudden heat crashes over me, and I know in this instant that it doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that last night was a single slip up. It’s going to happen again between us.

  And I am in no position to fight it.

  “I tried calling you a few times.” His voice is low, and his eyes are still locked on mine. “You were ignoring me.”

  “I wasn’t ignoring you.” I lie, because I sure as hell was. “I’ve just been really busy today. You wouldn’t believe how many people I had showing up to the salon today. I think that they were hoping to get a glimpse of you, and now, all of my girls are booked up for the next six months. Crazy, right?”

  I’m rambling, and I know it, but I’m in no position to stop it. I really just want to dominate the conversation, so that we don’t happen upon the subject of last night.

  “Mia.” Adrian crosses the room to me, causing me to break out into panic mode. I can’t be responsible for my actions if he gets too close. Obviously, I don’t have a lot of restraint. And the last thing that I need is for him to push me up against the wall, here of all places and have his way with me.

  “Relax, babe.” He reaches down and takes the drill out of my hands. “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?” He flashes me his half smirk, which irritates me and ignites the fire inside of me at the same time. “I’m not going to fuck you here, or anything. The kids are downstairs for chrissakes.”

  Well, thank goodness for that.

  “I’ll help you finish up here. Then, I’ll follow you home, and if you still want, I can do devilish things to you, all over again.”

  I’m sure my face turns bright red. I can feel the heat radiating off of me. The things that I said last night should not be mentioned again. For starters, I had a few too many glasses of champagne, which drastically lowered my inhibitions. And second, it’s been a while for me, so that’s why I was talking so dirty.

  As if he reads my mind, his face softens, and his voice turns to a whisper. He leans his face close to mine, the feeling of his breath touching my delicate skin causing me to nearly break.
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br />   “It doesn’t have to be the devil fucking you again, baby. I’d be happy to take it slow and show you how a real man takes his time with a lady.”

  Stick a fork in me, because I’m done. I’m so done in fact, that I hand all of my supplies to Adrian, and hurry towards the door.

  “I think that I need some fresh air.”

  The second that my front door closes, I inhale sharply, trying to slow my racing heart down. He’s not going to follow me here. He’s not like that. He saw how anxious I was, and he won’t take advantage of me in this state. Right?

  Wrong.

  As I’m leaning against the door, the knock shakes my entire body. And for a split second, I debate ignoring it. But I have no doubt that Adrian will knock all night if he has to. He seems like a man who is used to getting his way. So, I make a silent promise to myself to tell him to leave, and then I take a deep breath and open the door.

  I’m sure that my jaw hits the ground as I stare out at the person currently standing on my doorstep. My eyes adjust to him, and I have no doubt that the shock I am feeling is clearly written on my face, because this man hasn’t been on my doorstep for months.

  “What are you doing here?” I blink a few times at Brett, trying to figure out if this is my mind playing tricks on me, or if my ex is actually here, dressed to kill, with every hair styled perfectly in place, staring nervously at me.

  “Mia, hey. I’m sorry to just drop by like this, but I was in the neighborhood, and I was wondering,” He looks unsure, which is a look that I’m not used to seeing on Brett. He’s always exuded confidence and carried himself through life with a calm and assured demeanor. That’s probably what Michael Ann found so intriguing about him. The guy really thinks that he is God’s gift to this earth, and to women. That’s how he became a cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.

  “I’ve been looking everywhere for my baseball mitt, and I can’t seem to find it. I guess I should have called, but since I was in the area,” He totally already said that. “I figured it would be easier to just drop by.”