“You got me all these clothes?” The question comes out cracked as she stares at me like I’m the one who is special when I know it’s her who deserves such reverence.
“You need them,” I point out while sitting on the edge of the carnage. “You came here with an overnight bag and you’re lucky you had that much. Being safe isn’t just being out of danger, it’s feeling comfortable too.”
Addyson scrambles toward me, plastic and clothing being pushed out of the way as she does. She’s straddling my lap with her hands cradling my face before I even know what is happening.
“You got me a lot of clothing here, Briggs,” while she states the obvious, she arches an eyebrow as if I’m going to argue with her. I’m not. “You got this stuff for me?” I nod once and she huffs out a breath. “I mean, did you pick these things out?”
My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into the curves of her, the ones I became addicted to the moment I saw her. She has no idea how deep my craving goes. How I needed to do this for her. How I wanted to take care of her. How it was the only way I could function.
It’s what had me crawling out of bed yesterday morning just as the sun kissed the horizon. I needed to make sure she was comfortable here. Thankfully, in this day and age, I can order shit and get it delivered right to the front gate without any issue.
There is an added benefit. One I’ll never point out to her.
If she has everything she needs here, she won’t feel the need to get things herself and potentially put herself in danger. I’d rather have my woman stir crazy than hurt…or worse.
One day I’ll have her on the back of my bike, and we’ll have the sun chasing us.
“Yeah, Addyson,” I murmur softly, “I picked everything out. I wanted you to have what you need.”
Her lips curl up in the most delicious coy smile and my fingers flex on her body. Can I pull her closer? Fuck, why are we both still clothed?
“Oh,” her eyes sparkle as she licks her bottom lip, “I could tell you picked out some of the items. Lots of lace in the underwear department.”
“I’m not even a little bit sorry,” I tell her honestly.
When my woman’s head tips back and she laughs, the abandon written all over her face, I know why I am meant to exist. For her. In this moment and for the rest of our lives. To protect her from a dirty cop, and the rest of the world who wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like her.
She’s beyond anything I could have dreamed up.
CHAPTER 12
ADDYSON
This man. What am I going to do with him?
As I shift on his lap, the grip he has on me reminds me of exactly the position we’re in. The way he wants me is more than evident. I’ve been thinking about having him inside me all day. I thought about sneaking back to his office more than once, but if he really had work to do then I would have felt ridiculous and clingy.
But then he stalks into the common room and carts me off.
I put up a fight about it, but I kind of like it when he carries me around. He does it so effortlessly. How could it not be sexy as fuck?
“How did you know my sizes?”
Briggs scoffs and shakes his head like the answer is obvious, “I looked at your clothes, and then shopped accordingly.”
“Well,” I clap my hands as I jump off his lap too quickly for him to stop me. When I rip the hoodie I’m wearing, his hoodie, over my head and drop it to the floor, his eyes widen. I motion toward him, before pulling my hair free of its tie before pulling it up again. “Strip,” I command, “I’m sucking your cock.”
Before he can do anything, I’m on my knees and reaching for his belt. I get it undone along with the top of his jeans before his hands grab mine.
“What are you doing, Tempest?” He growls the question, his eyes flashing with something feral and dangerous.
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing,” my words are soft as my hand slides inside his jeans and long his length. “I need more room,” I mutter before looking up at him and pleading, “Please?”
With a groan, Briggs lifts his hips and shucks his clothing from the waist down. I lick my lips when I see the pre-cum beading on the crown of his cock. My fingers wrap around the base of his length, and I give a squeeze which pulls a groan from deep in his chest.
His abs flex and his fingers curl into fists like he’s stopping himself from reaching for me. My tongue swipes over the head of his cock and he hisses at the contact, his blue eyes reminding me of lightning.
Each word puffs air over the slick crown of his cock, my lips barely touching him, “Why did you get all of this stuff for me? You didn’t need to get even half of this,” I point out and watch as he shudders from the almost contact.
