AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He kisses my neck. “Yes, I’m staying.”
It’s stupid. I should make him leave. Even if he is okay with my addiction, nothing can become of us. But I can’t force the words past my lips. I can’t make them form and leave my mouth. I’m glad he’s here. I have my friends. I know they love me and would be there for me any time I need them, but this, what I have right now with Blue, is something I’ve never had before, and I want to cherish it, even if it’s just for one night.
Chapter Nine
Colt
I lay with my arms wrapped around Abby’s shoulders, snuggling her against my chest. My other hand absently twirls a tendril of her hair around my finger. I’m staring out the window into the pinkening sky, thinking about what she revealed to me earlier. What she told me shocked the shit out of me, but now that I look back, I can see it. The way her face looked pained, her body tense, the sweats. It’s still shocking to believe. I’ve never known anyone with a sexual addiction, but I’ve heard it’s a very real issue that people deal with.
There’s still so many unanswered questions I have, but I needed time to think and take in what she said before I asked them. I hated that she automatically thought I would look at her with disgust. It’s not her fault her body demands a certain type of stimulation. And it pisses me off that others have. I could tell she’s been hurt in the past because of it, even before I asked her and she confirmed.
The story she told me about the motherfucker that forced himself on her had me seeing red. I wanted to demand his name. I wanted to hunt the bastard down and beat the living hell out of him. I wanted to haul her into my arms and tell her no one would ever hurt her like that again. But I knew I couldn’t. Abby is too strong and independent for something like that. I don’t think she would have appreciated my interference. So, I sat and listened to her story, my blood boiling hotter and hotter with each word she said.
I look down when she shifts in my arms, and see her looking up at me with sleepy eyes. Confusion fills her face for a brief second, before a stunning smile I’ve never seen on her face before takes over.
“Morning,” she mumbles, leaning down and placing a single kiss on my chest.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“Mmm… Good. Especially considering I haven’t slept with anyone in years. You?”
A pain hits my chest. As much as I don’t like the thought of her sleeping with another man, I don’t like the reason she hasn’t, because it was done to protect herself even more.
I don’t tell her I didn’t sleep last night. I had too many things going on in my head for it to shut down.
“Well, I’m glad you chose me to do it with,” I tell her with a smile.
She stretches lazily, her bare chest pressing against my side, causing my dick to take notice. The woman is pure sex on legs. I knew that the first time I laid eyes on her at Blackie’s.
“What time is it?”
I pick up my phone from the nightstand and check the time. “Almost seven.”
She groans and tucks her face in my neck. “I gotta get up,” she grumbles.
I flip us around so I’m on my back, with her straddling my waist. We’re both still naked, so her soft flesh meets my hard cock, and it feels damn good.
“What time do you have to be at work?” I ask, running my hands up and down her sides.
Her eyes blaze as she rocks her hips against me. She’s already wet, so I easily slide along her folds. My hands creep up her ribs to tweak her nipples, and she moans deliciously.
“Nine.”
“You’ve got time then.” I watch as pleasure washes over her face. “I want you to work my cock first.”
She looks at me with half-hooded eyes. Licking her lips, she lifts her hips, angles my cock at her opening, and sits back down, taking the full length of me in her tight body.
Later that evening, I’m in the kitchen, checking the timer on the oven. Ten minutes and the food will be done. I check the time on my phone. Five more minutes until Abby is supposed to be here. Supposed to is the operative word. We started out having a great morning. She fucked me good and drained me dry. We both showered, where I fucked her good and made her legs weak. Then we ate a quick breakfast of bagels, slathered with cream cheese.
Then it all went to shit.
When I told her I wanted her to come to my house for dinner tonight, she clammed up. I don’t know why… maybe it’s a defense mechanism, to keep herself safe emotionally. She refused, which pissed me right the fuck off, because I knew she would need someone, and if I wasn’t with her, that someone wouldn’t be me. There’s no fucking way in hell I’m going to let her fuck another guy. That shit’s over with. When she needs someone to tame the cravings, it’ll be me, and only me.
Tamping down my temper, I eventually coaxed her into agreeing. But I could still see the doubt in her eyes. I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to give us a chance, but I plan to find out tonight. I’ve thought over her predicament and want to be the one that she calls on when she needs someone. I don’t doubt it’s going to be tough, maybe not in the beginning—after all, having sex with Abby at least once a day is no hardship at all. I’m going to love fucking her in every way possible, but I can see the problems it could cause in a relationship when someone depends on another to have sex with them. I know there may be some nights I can’t be with her, but when that time comes, we’ll work through it. I just want a chance to prove to her that we can make this work.
When the doorbell rings, I breathe out a sigh of relief and wipe my hands on the rag on the counter before going to let her in. As soon as I pull open the door, I don’t wait for her to say hello. I’m so damn pleased she actually showed up, I pull her forward with an arm around her waist and plant my lips solidly over hers. She gives a little squeak in surprise, but doesn’t protest, thank fuck. Her arms go around my neck, and her tongue meets mine halfway. She tastes so damn good—sweet, like bubble gum.
Pulling back, I thread my fingers through her hair with my palms on her cheeks.
