AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I blew out a long breath. “That was intense, to say the least. I must admit, I was not expecting Mimi to make this move. Has she used an intermediary before?”
Staring at the open door, Dax gave his head a small shake. “No, though I suppose it’s possible that she made the request of someone. This could simply have been the first time anyone agreed.”
I doubted many people would have felt inclined to try involving themselves in Dax’s personal business this way, especially in a matter so sensitive. But, as he’d already covered, Grayden had an ulterior motive. He’d wanted to poke intomylife, resenting that he was on the outside of it.
“It’s weird that she sent him to you,” I remarked. “I know you and Grayden were once friends, but it’s no secret that you’re currently at odds with him, his partner,andhis stepson. She’ll be well-aware that you wouldn’t want to see Grayden. I have to therefore question where she saw the wisdom in having him advocate on her behalf.”
Dax turned to fully face me. “The answer is: She didn’t. She sent him here because she’s pissed and felt this was a good way to annoy me.”
“Playing games again,” I muttered. Someone really needed to tell her that she was a grown woman. “At least Grayden should now stay off the scene. After all you just said to him, I don’t believe he’ll try contacting me again. You gave him a wake-up call.”
Dax pursed his lips. “I don’t think it was so much what I said that got through to him. It was what youdidn’tsay. It was that you didn’t step between us, speak in his defense, or swear that I had it all wrong.”
I felt my brow crease. “There was nothingtosay in his defense. He was way out of line. And full of shit. In any case, I wouldn’t have spoken up for him. My loyalty is to you.”
Dax’s gaze brushed over my face, warm and unwavering. “Yeah, I know,” he said with an easy confidence.
I swallowed, my throat thickening and my chest squeezing. There were times I thought the day would never come that he fully trusted I’d always stand by and with him. And now here it was, and it hit me far deeper than I’d thought it would or could.
Motherfucker, I was falling hardfor this man. Seriously, seriously hard. And fast.
Chapter Thirty
Post orgasm-bliss was a wonderful thing. It could make you breezy about a lot of stuff. Such as your husband delivering suckling bites to the side of your neck that would for sure leave marks. The kind of marks your makeup concealer stood no chance against.
It wasn’t rare these days for me to find on waking that we’d edged toward each other during sleep. Sometimes we lay on our sides, our fronts touching. Sometimes one of us would be doing a little spooning. Sometimes I’d be snuggled against his side, my head using his chest as a pillow.
Not once in the past two weeks had we drawn attention to it or awkwardly pulled away when we’d woken. Nor had we ever mentioned it afterwards. As if we had a silent agreement to just let it be.
This morning, I’d woken to feel his front plastered against my back, his cock pressed against me, and his hand playing with my pussy. This wasn’t all that rare either. Before long, he’d thrust inside me. Though Dax generally liked to take his time during sex—even if only to make me crazy—that was never the case first thing in the morning. He fucked hard and fast, making no apologies for it.
Oh, no apologies were needed. It was freaking awesome.
Just then, he withdrew his softening cock and flopped onto his back with a languid sigh.
I rolled over to face him, my breathing still a little out of whack. “You could totally give a crash course on the art of fucking. Just sayin.’”
His lips curved as his shoulders shook. Only lightly panting, he spoke, “No one ever has or does compliment me quite like you do.” His tone conveyed that he found the whole thing part-weird, part-amusing. I could live with that.
“I’m just saying what other women from your past were thinking.”The skanks.Okay, so—with the exception of those who talked to the press—they weren’t skanks, but no one would ever make my possessive hormones think differently.
“No, Addison, I’m pretty certain you’re the only one who’s ever had these thoughts.”
“Whatever. I don’t mind being different.”
His phone alarm began beeping, and he reached over to switch it off. I didn’t activate my own alarm anymore—there seemed no point when I would have set it for the exact same time as his.
Before he could vacate the bed to start getting ready for work, I said, “I wanted to run something by you.”
He paused in his attempt to sit up, instead settling on his elbows. “Go on.”
I really couldn’t put into words exactly how warm and fuzzy it made me feel when he stopped whatever he was doing to give me his full attention this way. “So, you know how you said you wouldn’t mind if I put up a Christmas tree?”
It looked like his eyelid was about to twitch, but it didn’t. “Yes.”
I hadn’t been sure whether or not he’d put up a protest, since he would know from my behavior at Halloween that I wasn’t shy about hanging up all kinds of decorations. But, though he’d cast me a sigh, he’d told me it would be “fine.” And when I’d asked if he was sure, he’d grunted his agreement.
I sat upright. “Well, I know you’re probably going to say no, but I thought I’d ask anyway.”
