“Abby,” he starts, but I interrupt him.
When I was with Andrew, I’d always let him explain himself first, I’d let him run all over me with excuses and reasons for doing the things he did and then when it came my turn to speak, it felt like anything I said didn’t even matter because he had already said what he wanted to. So this time, I’m doing things differently.
“Actually, wait. I’ll go first.” He nods his head and gestures his hand out for me to continue.
“You embarrassed me, Ford. Those are my co-workers, and yeah, they were a little wild for my taste. I limited myself to two drinks tonight, so I knew nothing would get too far gone, but you wouldn’t know that, would you? I don’t really know what that was all about, but I don’t need protection. I appreciate you wanting to look out for me because I’m Chase’s sister, but I don’t need it.” I pause to steady my voice. I’m one of those girls who cries at all the emotions, even if I’m not sad, being mad or frustrated can release the dam just as easily.
His face softens and he looks almost upset at what I just spewed, but I needed him to know those things. He leans himself against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest before blowing out a large puff of air through his lips.
“It has nothing to do with you being Chase’s sister, Abby. I’m sorry... It’s just… That fucking guy… co-worker or complete stranger, it doesn’t fucking matter. I won’t allow another man to touch you.” His hands both rake through his hair as he walks around the island closer to me.
“I’m pretty sure he was just drunk and it was innocent, nothing to get all macho about, Anderson.” Once he’s in front of me, I try to nudge him with my elbow to lighten up the mood a little bit, but he pulls back before my skin touches his. My chest immediately feels like it’s caving in.
Did I just ruin this? I just wanted him to know that I didn’t need him to come barging in like some caveman, especially when whatever we’re doing is supposed to be a casual thing. Nothing was going to happen with Ben, or anyone else.
“I’m tired of this, Abby. Doing this dance.” I open my mouth to speak but he continues. “It’s like we’re going in fucking circles, avoiding the fact that this isn’t more than just fuck buddies when we both know the truth.”
My pulse starts to race as I’m waiting for him to go on.
I can see the ache in his whiskey colored eyes. “And what’s that, Ford?” I whisper.
He closes the distance between us almost completely, leaving a space so small, it has my body longing for him to take the extra few inches forward and wrap me in his arms. I can feel the heat coming from his body as we stand there in his dimly lit kitchen.
“I’m tired of forcing myself to look the other way when you walk into a crowded room, I’m tired of not being able to kiss you whenever I want.” He trails his fingers down my arm so lightly, it gives me instant goosebumps. “I’m tired of not being able to tell every goddamn person I know that you’re mine. The biggest fucking thing I’m so damn tired of, though?” He closes the remaining distance between us and places soft, slow kisses on my neck causing my head to tilt back to give him better access.
“What?” I breathe out.
“I’m so tired of pretending that I’m not in love with you. I’m tired of pretending that you’re not the best damn thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never needed someone the way that I need you. There’s no one else for me, Abby. That’s so abundantly clear to me. Not now, not ever, it’s only you. It’s been you since the first night I saw you and it’ll be you every night going forward.”
Tears begin to form in my eyes from his confession. Love? He’s in love with me? It’s not a secret that I’ve been slowly falling for him too, but I’ve been trying to push it to the side and pretend that it wasn’t there. My whole body instantly feels weak.
“You don’t have to say it back right now. I’ll wait until you’re ready, however long that takes, but I couldn’t go another fucking day without you knowing where I stand. I want you to be mine, Ineedyou to be mine, Princess.”
Hearing him express his feelings so easily and openly is all I’ve ever wanted from a man. Someone who communicates honestly with me and here Ford is doing just that.
I can’t deny that even though this started as just friends with benefits, somewhere along the way, the lines I tried so hard not to cross, somehow got blurred and I slipped right over them. Hearing him tell me he wants me to be his sets off a fire inside my belly that I can’t ignore. I’ve never felt so deeply wanted by someone and I hate to keep comparing this situation with my relationship with Andrew, but it’s the only thing I have to go off of. I’m scared to let myself really fall for someone else again, it’s why I’ve tried so hard to shove any feelings for Ford down so deep. But Ford is so different from Andrew, though. In every possible way, they’re opposite.
“Say you’ll be mine.” He pulls me from the chair and runs his hands down my body, from my ribs down to my hips, gripping tightly as he reaches my hip bones. I relax into his touch and all my frustration from earlier slips away when I’m in his arms. He brings his forehead down to touch mine as he pulls my hips against him. The feel of his calloused hands leaves goosebumps on my skin and I’m instantly feeling warm. Just like every other time Ford touches me, he sends heat straight through me. Knowing I can no longer resist him, I tug on his t-shirt to pull him into a kiss. He yanks me by the hips onto the counter and flashes me that devastatingly handsome grin before he pulls the strap of my tank top down my arm, exposing my shoulder where he slowly works his way from there back up to my lips.
“Yes,” I breathe out in between kisses.
Nothing about this moment right now feels rushed, we’re both savoring it and taking our time. I don’t know how we’ll tell Chase, but we won’t be able to hide this much longer, however that’s a problem for a different day.
“I’m yours, Anderson.”
He pulls back as his eyes darken with desire and he licks his bottom lip before picking me up and carrying me into his bedroom.
My eyes take in every movement of Abby. She’s mine. I’m watching her body move, wanting to memorize everything about it as she slips out of her jeans and pulls her shirt over her head. She’s standing in front of me like a fucking offering and I’m more than willing to accept. Her black lace bra and underwear are all that remain as I bring my hands around to cup her perfect ass in my palms. She squeals as my hands firmly squeeze and I let out a deep moan of satisfaction.
“Mine.”
She reaches for my jeans and unfastens them slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. She pushes them down just far enough for my cock to break free and strokes it delicately as I let out a hiss of pleasure at her touch. Gripping the back of her neck, my lips move down to hers and she opens her mouth without hesitation. My fingers unhook her bra and I take a moment to marvel at her perfect breasts. Fuck. We move together as I’m positioning her gently back on the bed and working my way down her body, kissing every inch as I go. My mouth hovers over her breasts and I take one nipple in my mouth and circle it with my tongue before pulling lightly with my teeth. She’s all I fucking want as my hand reaches for her pussy and I cup her over her underwear, firmly pressing my hand into her clit. She lets out a whimper and thrusts her hips up towards me.
“We’re taking our time tonight, Princess.” My teeth graze her ear.
She reaches her hands in my shirt and pulls it off over my head.
“Ford.” Her eyes lock with mine. There’s a pale light coming from the other room, but aside from that it’s dark, although I’d be able to see her green eyes sparkle anywhere.
