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I don’t wait for him, hopping off the stool and going upstairs. I know he’s going to follow me. I walk into our bedroom, stripping as I go. I stretch out on the bed and savor the look on Adam’s face when he walks in and sees me posed and waiting.
Watching Adam pull his shirt over his head is like watching a work of art. I could play it on repeat forever. And that’s just the prelude to what comes next. Watching him step out of his shorts is an entirely different kind of art and it makes my mouth water. He only pauses on the way to the bed to grab a bottle of lotion from his bag. “You came prepared.”
“Yes, I did.” He takes my mouth in a kiss before settling his knees on either side of my waist. His cock is so close, and the way he’s towering over me is overwhelming. But he doesn’t do what I expect. He doesn’t jump in. Instead, he takes the bottle of lotion and squeezes some into his hands. And then he touches me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the way that it affects me, like it sinks through my skin and drops down to my core and brings my arousal to the surface.
Adam slowly massages my breasts, moving them together and apart and together again, thumbs slowly rubbing across my nipples. I groan, because this feels so good. At once relaxing and hot and I swear to god it’s like he’s touching my pussy. My nipples harden under his fingers and I squirm, the urge to touch myself strong, to get there faster and we’ve only just started.
He’s making eye contact with me, and I can’t look away. It’s not awkward the way I thought it might be. It’s so damn sexy that I can’t breathe. Adam pushes my breasts together again and thrusts his cock into the space between them. Oh my god. The slickness of the lotion on my skin and the hardness of his cock send fireworks shooting through my chest and down to my clit.
He presses them harder together, fingers slipping on my skin as he thrusts again, and again. No other man I’ve been with would believe me when I told them that this feels like getting fucked, but it does. My pussy is so wet it’s dripping and if I touched my clit right now, I’m sure I’d come.
Adam’s eyes close and I reach up and put my hands on his, pressing harder. He lets me, falling onto his hands, and thrusting harder, faster. It takes my breath away and the pleasure building behind my clit is spreading. Like I’m slowly wading into an ocean of it. I want more, more, more.
I push so hard it almost hurts, until I can feel every ridge and vein as he slips between my skin. Adam is grunting with the effort of every thrust, and I see his face. It’s caught in a storm of pleasure, fierce and taut, and oh—
The wave breaks before I expect and now I’m caught in my own storm of pleasure. It writhes through me, and I’m quaking, coming, every breath deeper.
Adam breathes out sharply, thrusting once more, and I feel the heat of his cum on my skin, wave after wave of it. And I’m still feeling the aftershocks of my own. We’re both frozen and breathing together, and I’m so glad that I can come like this. That I feel safe enough with Adam to try stuff like this.
When he finally slides off me, Adam goes to grab a towel. I think he’s about to help me clean up, but then he stops. “We could shower instead.”
“Together?”
“Of course.”
I’m off the bed before he finishes the words and he has to race to catch up with me.
23
Ollie
I wake up to a slamming sound.
“Adam!”
It’s a distinctly male voice, and one that I don’t remember. Somebody is in the house. I’m hazy as I come to consciousness, covered in nothing but a sheet. I’m definitely naked. I flip over to find Adam just as blearily coming awake. The bedroom is a mess, blankets and pillows everywhere. He and I could have written a sex manual with everything that we did last night, and my body is sore and sated enough to prove it.
“Adam,” the voice calls again, booming and angry. “I know you’re here. Get your ass down here, now.”
I watch his face go pale as he rolls out of bed and grabs his pants off the floor. He goes straight out of the room, and immediately I hear yelling. “What the hell are you doing?” The voice says. I’m assuming that it’s Adam’s dad. Though why he’s here and why he’s yelling are the things I’m unclear on.
I grab my comfy clothes from where I left them on the floor and put them on. Creeping to the door, I listen. I would try not to, but Adam’s father isn’t exactly keeping his voice down.
“I get a call from Dr. Pratt saying you took days off, and then I get a call from Sasha telling me that she hasn’t heard from you in days. Is this how you treat the mother of your child? You should be talking with her every single day and making sure she’s okay. A healthy relationship means a healthy baby.”
I feel like a bucket of ice has been dumped on me. Dr. Pratt. Sasha. Sasha Pratt. Sasha from high school and prom. Adam has a baby with her?
Adam is speaking now, fast and low, and I can’t hear what he’s saying. Screw staying out of sight now, I walk out onto the landing, and immediately his father’s eyes are on me. Adam whips around, seeing me at the stop of the stairs. “Is that true?” I ask. “You got Sasha pregnant.”
“You’re sneaking off to be with her?” his father hisses. “Adam, this is unacceptable on every level. End this now. Come home and take care of Sasha. It’s the very least you can do not to be a total disgrace.” The look that he gives me makes me feel like I’m about an inch tall, and the hatred pulsing off him is palpable. He turns and stalks to the door, turning around at the last second. “I came all the way out here because I hoped that I was wrong. I hoped that you weren’t a complete disappointment. I was wrong.”
He leaves, slamming the door behind him and taking all the oxygen with him.
Adam turns to me, and takes a deep breath. I cut him off. “What the fuck is he talking about, Adam? This entire time you’ve been with Sasha and you have a baby? Never mind the fact that it’s Sasha, you didn’t think you should tell me that you’re with someone else?” The words feel like they’re cutting me as I speak them. Bullets and glass shards shredding the happiness I had not even twelve hours ago.
“It’s not what you think,” he says, coming up the stairs.
“Oh really.”
“It’s not,” he says carefully. “Please let me explain.”
I backtrack into the bedroom and grab my bag. “You have five minutes.”
He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “Dr. Pratt is my boss. My dad thought it would be a good idea for me to date Sasha so that he would like me. This was years ago now, and I went along with it because I thought it would help my career. I’ve never slept with Sasha and made it clear that I never will. She’s convinced that we’ll be together eventually even though I’ve told her no a thousand times. Please, don’t go.”
I keep gathering my things, though there aren’t many things to gather. “If you didn’t want to be with her then why not just break it off?”
“Because I’m an idiot,” he says. “That’s the real answer. But I was too busy with residency and I liked the attention that Dr. Pratt gave me. Since I wasn’t focused on having a girlfriend, I didn’t care that I had a fake one that much. Sasha liked to tell people that she was dating a doctor. Until about a week ago, I thought that it wasn’t hurting anybody.
“But then the reunion happened. That brunch I had to go to, Sasha and her father were there. She cornered me alone, and she’d seen us together. I told her I wanted to break it off, and she freaked out.” Adam’s voice is uneven now, and he’s starting to pace. “She told me no, and I didn’t care. I went back to our table fully prepared to break the news, and Sasha came with me. She told our fathers that she was pregnant, and then she told me that she would provide proof that I had cheated on every residency exam. That she would ruin my career if I
didn’t go along with it. I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.”
I feel like I’m being slowly ripped to shreds. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How? How could I tell you that I’d been ‘with’ the girl that had tried to ruin your life? Who hated you? I honestly didn’t know I would ever see you again, Ollie. If I’d known, I never would have done this. It’s the worst decision I’ve ever made.”
I clear my throat. “Why didn’t you tell me? If the baby is fake, why were you so worried? You thought I wouldn’t believe you?”
He sinks down onto the edge of the bed, saying nothing.
“Adam?”
“I don’t know.”
I grab my bag, “You lied to me. Not only did you lie to my face the entire time, you lied to me about her.”
“I was going to tell you, Ollie. I was, I just didn’t know how. I was trying to figure a way out, to try to figure out how to counter blackmail. Sasha knows everybody, and she doesn’t bluff. I didn’t want to lose my career or you.” He stands, coming to me, but he makes the wise decision not to try to touch me. “I had just found you, and I didn’t want to break your heart. Not when it seemed like we had a chance to heal it together.”
Tears spring into my eyes and I have to turn away. I start heading toward the door and I hear his footsteps follow me. “It’s a little late for that, Adam.”
“Please don’t go, Ollie.” He says. “I promise there’s nothing between Sasha and me. We’ve never even kissed. There’s nothing.”
I don’t answer. I can’t stay here. This whole thing was a lie or a sham or a ruse and I don’t know which, and I like him too much to let him try to comfort me. Because if he tries to comfort me, there’s a chance that I’ll forgive him. And I can’t. There’s too much history for that right now. I can’t be here.
I slam the door behind me and call a cab, waiting at the end of the driveway until it comes. Adam watches me from the doorway until I disappear.
