Kiss and Tell (5 page)

“Because,” Maikao’s voice suddenly dropped lower. So did his lids as he pinned her in by placing a hand on either side of her head. “The only goddamn man you’ll be dating from now until the good Lord himself smites me
is
me
.”

She didn’t have time to process that. Not with the way he leaned his head down and fastened his lips onto her own. Addison gasped, raising her hands to push him away...at first. But her arms ended up wound around his neck, pulling him closer; her nipples hardening on the contact of his tongue slipping into her mouth.

A low guttural groan rumbled up from his chest, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up as he deepened the kiss. Addison ran her fingers through his hair, heat building in her lower belly. Maikao cupped her face with his hands, framing it, his thumbs caressing her cheeks and the sensation of her nipples beginning to rub across his tux shirt made her thighs quiver.

It didn’t matter that someone could catch them at any moment or that this was her best friend. All she knew was the way he was making her feel. Right now her skin was hot and tight, the confines of clothes starting to irritate her. Addison writhed against Maikao as his hands went from her face to her shoulders, gliding effortlessly down to slide over both halves of her ass and squeeze.

She moaned and he nibbled her bottom lip, wringing a whimper out of her. Maikao shoved a thigh between her legs, pushing her further against the wall. Addison shuddered as he fastened his mouth to her collarbone and bit down hard enough to mark her but not hard enough to hurt.

Feeling his ever-hardening cock brush against her caused her clit to swell, her pussy flooding. Trying to breathe normally, she hooked a leg around his waist and cupped him through his slacks, her groan becoming loud as she felt how big he’d gotten. She rubbed him, and a sound between a groan and a grunt left his throat.

Maikao gripped her hands and pinned them above her head, their eyes meeting right before he slanted his mouth over hers once again. That’s when she realized she wanted this man more than anything and that scared the shit out of her. But before Addison could let her fears cause her to pull away, he yanked up her dress and palmed her through her thong.

“Jesus...” he whispered hotly against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet already.” Playing around the outer edges of her panties, he ran his middle finger right around where her clit was, teasing her.

“Mak…” Addison gasped.

Taking his fingertips, he nudged aside her panties and rolled them over her nubbin. Her breath snagged as he stroked the swollen folds of her labia. She moaned, wanting him to finally give her what she needed.

He was playing her like a finely tuned instrument, his fingers circling and dipping but never plunging in. When she was twisting her hips frantically, her hands getting free to clutch his shoulders, nails biting into his jacket—
then
he finally relented and swiftly thrust two digits inside of her aching canal. Addison cried out and he covered her mouth with his once again, his hand moving faster, his thumb encircling her clit.

Tears of pleasure crested her eyelids, her breaths coming out in a short, stilted staccato rhythm, her need to come far greater than her modesty at this point. She rocked against his hand, her mouth going dry.

“Mak...”

“Oh God, Addie,” He murmured. “I don’t know how much more I can take. Do you know how bad I want to fuck you against this wall right now?”

Her breath stopped.

“Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you, hmm?” Mak asked. “Maybe just the head? Would you like that? For me to slip it in for a few seconds?”

Addison’s back arched as he bit the tendon of her left shoulder, saying, “Then again, if I give you just the head I’ll want to sink every inch in. Do you know how good your pussy feels squeezing my fingers right now? How many times I’ve thought about dropping to my knees and sucking on your clit until you’re wrung dry and your voice is hoarse?”

“Oh...fuck...” She rode his hand harder.

“Or I could start with your nipples first. I remember the first time I accidentally noticed how thick they were. You were wearing this tight little ribbed tank top and all I could think of was how good they’d feel on my tongue.”

“Mak...Mak...”

He tugged down the top to her dress, causing her breasts to bounce free and his appreciative husky murmur right before he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth pushed her over the edge. Addison came
hard.
Maikao once again covered her mouth with his own, catching every sound that left her.

His dick was so hard that it hurt. He wanted her bad enough that he didn’t care where they were; he just wanted to alternate between fucking her and making love to her. Maikao watched the way Addison’s eyes slammed shut, tears leaking out the corners and down her cheeks as she came, her mouth parting on one final silent cry as she continued to ride his hand.

He licked his lips, determined to get everything out of her that he could. When she floated back down, he removed his hand from beneath her dress and went to kiss her again but heard voices coming down the hallway. Fixing her gown, he quickly pulled back and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Suddenly, Addie looked up at him with huge eyes, the realization of what they’d just done apparently sinking in. “Oh. My. God.”

“Addie—”

“No.” She shook her head and somehow managed to get out of his grasp and around him. “Why...how could you...”

“Just stop and listen to me for a moment, sweetheart.”

But she didn’t, she ran as far as her feet would carry her, never once looking back, even as he called her name.

“Is there a reason Mak keeps calling me every day? Not that I have a problem with it...that voice of his just—”

“Ma!” Addison whined.

Selena McClain’s lips twitched as she stared at her only child across the table of one of their favorite restaurants. She blinked innocently. “What? I was just going to say—”

“Something that would cause me to curl into a ball and black out,” Addison interrupted, brows winging.

Pouting, Selena sat back, “I never get to have any fun.”

“Not at my expense, no.”

Her mother’s manicured nails drummed against the table. “So...”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh, why not?”

“Because it’s...it’s...”

“Sexual?” Selena supplied, leaning forward.

Addison shuddered. “Do
not
use that word with me.”

“Sweetheart, if you think
that’s
bad—”

“Ma!”

Rolling her eyes, Selena sat back once again. “I know for a fact that Carmen talks to Angelina about this stuff all the time,” she said, mentioning the mother-daughter pair that had attached themselves to Selena and Addison so long ago. When Addison made a best friend, so had her mother. Angelina Sanchez’s story was more than a little similar to Selena’s.

Both had ended up teen mothers at the ages of sixteen with little to no help from Addison and Carmen’s fathers before both boys stopped trying altogether. With parents who were devoutly religious they found themselves sent away to “schools” where they could quietly have their baby girls and place them up for adoption. Both refused, both fled, later ending up in Santa Fe.

By day, Selena worked as a restaurant hostess, and by night, Angelina worked as a hotel concierge. The mothers had been having a difficult time trying to figure out how they’d be able to keep their girls on regular schedules and keep an eye on them. That issue was solved when Carmen and Addison befriended one another. Effective almost immediately, Selena kept the girls overnight while Angelina worked; giving Angelina the opportunity to make sure they were well fed, taken care of and doing well in school while Selena worked during the day.

Almost sixteen years later and all four were still together, their bonds strong. Selena and Angelina had even pushed one another to go back to school, both obtaining degrees in their respective interests. Selena now owned a small boutique and Angelina, a spa. Once a year they took a vacation together, coming back with plenty of pictures, gifts and stories that made Addison feel like
she
was the mother. Carmen, as usual, encouraged the bad behavior.

“Carmen and Aunt Angie have a...
special
relationship.” Addison waved a hand between herself and her mother. “Us? Not so much.”

“Wow,” Selena murmured. “You give birth to a kid, breastfeed her, buy her the first bra she will
ever
wear and get a glimpse at all her naked before anyone else, yet she’s too afraid to discuss her sex life with you...
that’s
logical.”

“We are
not
discussing my nakedness...or anything else that has to do with my nakedness.”

Her mother chuckled. “Okay, fine. Let’s simply say, Mak did something
inappropriate.”
Yes, the woman did have the audacity to waggle her brows as she said that. “And it made you uncomfortable.”

Addison cleared her throat. “What he did was cause a scene...and other stuff.”

“Inappropriate stuff?”

“Yes,” Addison hissed.

Selena held up her hands.

Addison continued with her story. “It came from
way
left field.” That was so true, it wasn’t even funny. A week later and her head was
still
reeling from Mak’s kiss, his touch, his...everything. The man turned her body inside out, then right side up. Her stomach clenched every time she even thought about his wicked hands or that damn deliciously low voice.

“How so?”

“Because.” She swallowed to regain the moisture in her mouth. “He
knew
I wanted to date Eli and as soon as he saw us together—doing nothing more than sharing a friendly dance—he lost his mind.”

“Hmm,” Selena said.

Addison’s eyes narrowed. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That
hmm.
What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Ma!”

Selena threw up her hands. “It means that you refuse to see the obvious.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

Her mother leaned in. “That man
loves
you.”

Addison snorted. “Bull.”

“Why else would he cause a scene and do something
inappropriate?”

“Stop saying it like that and he did it because he’s feeling territorial. He wanted to force me to acknowledge something that doesn’t really exist because he wants my mind off of Eli—who by the way,
is
what I want.”

“Is he? Or is he your way of coping with your fear of rejection?”

“Why does everyone keep
asking
me that?”

“Because we know you.”

Jaw clenching, she sat back and looked away from Selena’s probing gaze. “Mak did what he did because he doesn’t want to lose me to his friend. He’s sabotaging something that he knows has the potential to grow. If Eli and I work out—”

“You won’t.”

“—Then it means he and I will stop being as close,” Addison continued, despite the interruption.

Her mother stared at her long and hard. “Let me ask you a question.”

“What?”

“If you were to see Mak out with, say...Carmen, how would you feel?”

Addison ignored the way her stomach dropped and shrugged. “I wouldn’t care.”
Liar! You are such a liar! You’re lying to your mother on top of it!

Selena’s head cocked. “You wouldn’t be bothered the least bit?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “I have no claims on Mak. He can date who he wants, how he wants, when he wants. They’re both consenting adults and although I doubt it would ever happen, they don’t have to explain anything to me.”
Lie. Lie. Lie.

“All right, good thing you have that particular opinion.”

Her brows lowered. “Why do you say that?”

Shrugging, Selena answered, “Oh, no reason. I just see Mak and Carmen having lunch behind you.”

Addison froze, her hand tightening around her glass as she slowly turned her head. Sure enough, just across the room, there Carmen and Mak sat, heads pushed together as they looked over something on the table before smiling at one another.