Page 55 of Driven to Love

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and marveled at the size. She stroked, slow and steady, until a drop of precum appeared. She dipped her head and took him in. One long swallow and he was touching the back of her throat.

He flexed.

She sucked. And the dance of bodies began.

With each swirl of her tongue and suck of his cock, her own core heated. He wasn’t the only one ready to come apart. His hips flexed, his hands fisted in her hair, and she was ready to bring him over the edge when suddenly… strong hands gripped her shoulders and yanked her up.

“Stop!” Nash’s eyes were glazed. Sweat beaded on his brow. The man was on the edge.

So was she. “Let me finish.”

“No. Not that way.” He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on. Ready, Nash maneuvered her to straddle him, and with firm hands, he guided her slick folds down on his rock-hard cock.

“Oooh.” Addison sighed at the way he filled her. Every fiber of her being screamed to move, but Nash held her still. Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips moved. They fell into a rhythm as natural as sex itself. Addison ran her fingers over his stomach, up his ribs, all the while feeling the build of her orgasm. Yes. Yes. Yes. So close. She just needed to shift a little. But before she could adjust her hips, Nash rolled her over and surged into her.

Oh, yeah. Right there. One. Two thrusts, and she soared over the crest of another orgasm, this one grander than the last.

Nash’s color deepened. His thrusts increased in speed. By the time she floated down from her high, he had followed her over.

They collapsed back. Nash lay beside her, one arm pulling her close. “I think we took care of the issue.”

She laughed. “You think?”

But as she looked at the sex-rumpled man beside her, she realized she had another issue. One that screwing him couldn’t solve. In fact, it revealed it.

Chapter 16

Addison looked at her smartwatch. One more mile. Sweat dripped from her brow. A cramp shot through her side, but she pushed herself. After waking in Nash’s arms this morning, she snuck from his bed before dawn like a thief. Running always cleared her mind. Too bad it wasn’t doing it for her this morning.

Her phone pinged. Anonymous text. Slowing to a stop, Addison bent and sucked in a breath as she tapped the message on her watch. One word appeared. Not a nice one at that. She tapped the screen with more force than was necessary. Straightening, she scanned the street and buildings around her. It was quiet this morning. Only one car sat in the church parking lot.

Another obscene message popped up. Addison blocked it and reported it as junk.

These messages were weirding her out, not that she’d admit it to Nash. But with each blocked message, a new one appeared. Either the caller had an unlimited supply of phone numbers, or they found a way around her block. The thought of a techie stalker had her knees shaking.

The rock through her window actually had her calling the police last night. Sure, Nash thought it was at his urging, but her home being violated pushed her over the edge.

A car engine revved. Addison whipped around. Her heart thundered in her chest.

She scanned left, then right, not knowing which way to go.

The church bell rang, and she jumped. The bell rang three times a day other than for mass. Six in the morning, noon, and six at night.

She stared at the wood and brick building. Next thing she knew, she was climbing the concrete stairs. It probably wasn’t open, but something urged her on.

Wiping her hands on her shorts, she gripped the door handle and pulled. Miraculously, the door opened.

Well, shit. She hadn’t been to service in years. Now, what should she do? Go in or run like Chicken Little?

Music flowed from the worship area. Someone was playing the organ. Addison tiptoed through the welcome space and into the larger area where they held services. Empty. She slipped into the back pew and listened. She couldn’t recall the song, but it was beautiful.

The music stopped. Addison tensed, swiveling around to see if anyone was coming. When no one appeared to kick her to the curb, she exhaled.

Staring at the cross above the pulpit, she let her mind wander. After a minute, she bowed her head and interlocked her fingers. “Our Father…”

When she finished the prayer, she frowned. Now what?

With a shrug, she started another. “Hail Mary, full of grace. Her fleece was white as snow.” She stopped. Wait. That isn’t it.