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“Yes.”
A thick stream of liquid pools at the head of my penis and Addie sweeps her thumb over it. She smears it around the fat head.
“Will you share me with another man?”
I freeze.
My head jerks up to find her already watching me.
“Do you want me to share you?”
Her lashes drop to the task of her hands. She gathers another dribble of pre-cum but brings it to her own mouth. She purses her lips around the digit and sucks. But doesn’t answer the question.
I back my baby back into the counter and tuck a hand between her thighs.
Addie moans as I finger her, matching her strokes over my cock.
“Why?” I press her quietly, adding a second, a third finger and making her groan loudly and push into my palm. My free hand closes around her slender neck, forcing her head back. “Do you want another cock, dimples? Do you want to get railed from both ends? Do you want another man pounding your pussy while I fuck your ass?”
She’s getting so wet. Her slit flutters around the fingers impaling her. Her grip on my dick trembles.
“I ... I...” she pauses to lick her lips. “Yes ... no,” she breathes at last, green eyes peering up into my hooded face. “I don’t want anyone else.”
But I hear the slight lie in her whisper and my brows furrow. Was there another guy? When? How? If I wasn’t following her home, she was on the phone with me. Where would she have met another man?
But I can tell there is something ... someone on her mind.
“Who do you have in mind?”
My little brat licks her lips again but avoids my eyes.
“I don’t have anyone in mind. I was just curious.”
I let it slide for now. Part of my brain prickles with the question if she means me. The real me. Not the guy in the mask, but the man she’s trying to run from.
The notion is hilarious in the most unfunny way.
Still, I let her keep her secret, but my mind churns as we work together to make supper — a bland mix of beans, rice and leaves; there’s a lot of boiling involved and zero seasoning. I watch Addie move around the kitchen, hair floating down her naked back. I love that she’s unabashed about her nudity. I love how comfortable she is in her body, her skin.
Her wants and desires.
I love that she tells me what she wants, that she’s so fucking open and vocal when I fuck her. I love that she trusts me not to hurt her.
Sure, there’s a lot she hasn’t told me. A lot she thinks she’s keeping from me, but I’ve known Addie for ten fucking years. I know her better than I know myself. She’s been my twin flame from the moment I met her.
It just took me longer to realize it. To see what I had right there living across the hall from me.
Fuck if I know when it hit me that I loved her.
That’s a lie.
It was somewhere between driving to Cory Cornwell’s house and walking away with his blood dripping off my busted fists. It was on the drive back home, my hands barely closing around the wheel. It was walking into the house and getting ambushed by a mane of thick, dark hair and the sweet scent of honeysuckle.
It was that exact moment, as I pulled her tight into my arms that I realized she was mine. I just had no idea what I was supposed to do about it. Addie wasn’t the girls at school. I couldn’t just ask her out for pizza. Plus, there was the matter ofour parents, the town, our families. Loving Addie wasn’t simple, but nothing was going to change my mind.
“Bean paste it is.”
I blink and look down at the pot I’m supposed to be watching to find most of the beans have liquefied and the water is a dark, murky burgundy.
