My Addiction: Second Chances Series (12 page)

I caressed his face and smiled. He brought his forehead down to mine and closed his eyes. “I love you too, Ayana. I love you so fucking much.”

He again crashed his lips to mine, and I felt him go for the tie on my robe. As you can imagine, I completely forgot the pain I was in until his hands touched the side of my waist and moved up to my ribcage.

“Ouch!”

He broke away quickly, and I tried to close my robe.

His face instantly etched with concern. “What the… baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

But as you could imagine, he wasn’t taking that as an answer.

His hands moved to my robe and I tried to stop him. “Bradley, I said it was nothing. I’m just sore that’s all.”

“Yeah, sore from what?” he said, brows still furrowed.

“Kickboxing,” I cringed at my half-truth.

Still not buying it, he used a little more force to break my hands away from my robe. “Kickboxing since when? Stop fighting and let me see.”

Think, Ayana
.

I decided to stay with the half-truth story and said, “I’ve been taking classes and we sometimes spar with each other. I took a few shots that have me sore, that’s all.”

He searched my eyes again for the truth. He dropped his hands from the robe, apparently satisfied, and looked at me. I moved from between him and the door as he said to me, “Okay, so if that’s the truth let me see.”

Keeping my robe closed, I turned to face him. “It looks worse than it feels.”

“Uh-huh, let me see.”

I shook my head. “Seriously, there’s no need to have a doctor see it or go to the ER. I can’t afford that anyway.”

“Ayana,” Bradley said moving closer to me.

I shook my head starting to feel myself breaking.

“Bradley, seriously this is no big deal.” I told him, my voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he countered, gently pulling at my heart…the bastard. “Just let me see.”

I closed my eyes and dropped my hands, leaving my robe open to him. I felt him move closer to me, then felt his hands touch my shoulders. He moved my robe slowly down my arms until it fell gently to the floor.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to see the look in his eyes. I knew it looked bad. It felt like hell.

I waited patiently for him to touch me, but I didn’t feel anything. I finally opened my eyes and saw how unhappy he truly was.
Shit.

He took an exasperated breath. “Come on.” He walked past me and headed toward the back of my apartment, past my living and dining area and kitchen. I saw him glance in bathroom, but he kept moving into my bedroom. “Lie on the bed.”

I did as instructed as quickly as I could. From the sound of his voice, either he was completely pissed at me or this was his professional voice, in which case he really needed to work on his bedside manners. However, I think it’s safe to say he was pissed.

As he left the room and headed to my bathroom, I yelled behind him, “I have some miracle cream that helps with the swelling. It stinks really badly, but it works.”

I didn’t hear a reply. Instead, I heard him turn my music off and I heard the water being released from my bath.

I then heard my front door close.

Shit, did he leave
?

He wouldn’t do that without saying anything, would he? Shaking my head, I closed my eyes. He would actually and he’d be well within his right. I don’t know what’s going on in his head but it can’t be good. I hadn’t once mentioned to him that I took kickboxing classes. From all the conversations we had, that bit of information never came up.

God, I can only imagine what he must be thinking.
I slowly rose from my bed in search of my phone to call him. I needed to explain myself in some way. When I started to get up, I heard my door open and close, then Bradley appeared in the doorway.

“Didn’t I say lie down?”

Brad walked in my room with a duffle bag and a smaller black bag in his hands. He dropped the duffle by my closet and moved to the side of the bed. “Lie down, Ana.” His voice was a little softer, so maybe he wasn’t that pissed.

I did as I was told and he looked down at the two huge purple looking bruises on my torso. His hands went to them, and I hissed and writhed as he examined me.

“I’m sorry, I know this hurts, but I need to check you out. I know you don’t have any broken bones or you’d be in far more pain than you are now, but I want to check for anything else.”

“Like what?” I asked him, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he continued to examine me.

“How long have you been fighting?”

“A few months,” I hissed, through clenched teeth.

Brad looked in his bag and pulled out a stethoscope. I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “I only thought doctors carry a bag like that in the movies.”

He didn’t reply.

So much for lightening the mood, I guess.

I remained quiet, as he looked me over, checked my vitals, proving to himself I was indeed fine. When he was done, he just looked at me. “And you didn’t tell me because?”

I reached over to grab the side of my cover and threw it over my naked body.

“I didn’t think you would approve. I don’t do it all the time. I mean, I’ve learned to defend myself, to channel some anger I was battling through. It was that or pills, and I vowed never to do that again.”

I said some truth there. Again, I’m going with half-truths here. I couldn’t give him everything. I just couldn’t do that yet.

“Where’s the cream you mentioned?”

I told him where it was, and he went to get it and the bandage I had on the floor of my bathroom. Brad applied some of the mixture on my body, then wrapped the bandage tightly around the bruised area. “You take anything for the pain?” he asked me.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No, I’ll be alright.”

Bradley then removed his clothes down to his underwear and got in the bed next to me. I felt weird with him next to me. It was my punishment alone to feel the springs of this horrible bed in my back.

I sat up and looked down at him. “Are you sure you want to stay here? I mean, we can go back to your brother’s house if you want.”

“Lie down, Ayana. I’m not going anywhere.”

He gently pulled me down, resting my head on the pillow behind me. He then moved to his side and faced me. “First let me say that I wouldn’t have judged you on what you do to keep yourself clean. I’m not saying I’m happy that you chose violence to do it, but, hell, I have no right to be that way. I’ve trained for most of my life just for the sport of it.”

“Really? You never told me that.”

“It was something that I told no one. I didn’t do it to brag or make a career out of it. I just did it for discipline and focus. I studied Tai Chi for years.”

“But you never competed? Were you any good?”

He shook his head. “Ana, it’s not about anyone being good or not. I told you, I wasn’t doing it for that purpose. It was for peace of mind more than anything. I loved it, don’t get me wrong, and if I had to use the skills to defend myself, I could. I just don’t.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I thought you told me everything.”

He smiled. “Well, clearly that’s not the case, considering I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen, and you never knew it.”

“What?”

“
Second chances are only for those who are not afraid to try again.” – Unknown Author

“You’re joking,” she said to me.

I touched the side of her face with a lone finger, sliding it from her cheek down to her chin. “No, I’m not joking.”

“How can that be possible, Brad? You’ve never gave me a clue that you liked me like that. I mean, all the times we hung out, been around each other when both of us were in relationships. We even doubled dated a few times.”

I sighed.

“I know we did, and I figured that’s what you wanted.”

“What?!” She sat up slightly, causing me to do the same. “Are you on something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I laughed.

“God, Brad, all that time wasted and you didn’t say a thing to me.”

“Yeah, neither did you, I might add. If you felt something for me, why did it take you so long to tell me?”

She looked at me, but didn’t reply right away. I took this opportunity to rest my back against the wall, move the covers from her and position her between my legs. When her head and back rested on my chest, she confessed, “I wanted to, but it seemed every time I got up the nerve to tell you, I couldn’t. I always thought you just looked at me as your buddy. It just seemed like you never noticed me.”

“Don’t you remember me telling that you I’ve seen you since we were thirteen when we were in Miami?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say that you were in love with me… Do you remember my prom day?”

“Uh-huh.”

How could I forget
, I wanted to add.

“When you said you wanted to come by I thought, finally. Maybe, just maybe you will see me as someone more than just your friend. But that didn’t happen.” She chuckled lightly. “I mean, you and Terrence acting all big brother-like was cute, but I was really hoping for more. I was hoping you’d be jealous, but no, you just stood there as I drove away with another guy.”

I frowned and pushed her up a little. I turned her until our eyes met. “Are you kidding me? Ayana, I was going out of my mind. First, you looked beautiful that night. I mean, to me you were always beautiful, but
that
night...” I shook my head. “Ayana, I wanted to tell you right then how I felt about you. That was actually my plan when I said I was coming over. Number one, I felt like shit because you were going to the prom without me. Number two, I just couldn’t stomach you being with that son of a bitch. I wanted to beat the shit out of him.”

She chuckled and touched my face. I took a deep breath and admitted. “Seeing you with him drove me crazy. It took everything in me to let you go. I was so pissed at myself for not telling you how I felt, but I didn’t think it would matter.”

“You have no idea how much it would have,” she said softly. I leaned into her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Would you have told that piece of shit to get lost?” I asked her in between kissing her.

She turned her body more to face me allowing me better access to her lips. “Most definitely.”

I moved the covers from us as she turned completely, climbing on top of me. I slid down, lying on my back and letting her take over, but the moment I saw her tense up, I stopped kissing her. “Baby, you know we don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but I want to. I want you, Bradley,” she said softly, and I became hard as a rock.

I turned her over, laying her on her back gently. “Then let me take care of you, baby.” I went right for her sweet spot on her neck.

“Please, baby, I need you.” Her voice was soft and sexy as shit. Damn, she’s going to undo me. I have to stay in control. I was going to fuck her in half if I didn’t. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go slow with her. I wanted her that damn bad.

I took my time and moved down her beautiful chocolate covered body, going right to her taunt nipples. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll definitely take care of you.”

I quickly took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suck gently at first, rolling my tongue around and around while squeezing and rubbing her other one in between my fingers.

Her hand went into my hair as she moaned with pleasure. “Yes… Bradley, that feels so good.”

I moved from one to the next, making sure to bring as much pleasure I could before I traveled south. I loved this woman’s body. She was so responsive, so beautiful. I loved making her body scream for me, cream for me.

I moved past her torso, spread her legs to make room for my shoulders and attacked one of the glorious playgrounds of her body.

The instant my tongued touched her, she tried to close her legs. “Brad… Oh shit, baby”

I love hearing her call my name.

This is my playground, and I love it. I love bringing her ecstasy with just my tongue. I slowly moved my tongue around her sensitive bud before I captured it in my mouth. I sucked her while fluttering my tongue, bringing her to a sitting position screaming my name. She tried to move back from me, trying to break my suction, but I wouldn’t let her waist go. I had a death grip on her and I kept sucking and circling her clit over and over again until she was practically vertical from the end of the bed.

I didn’t know how long I was down there, and I knew my face was red as shit, but I didn’t care. My goal that night was her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to give her everything she’s ever wanted for the rest of her life if I could.

I straightened her out and climbed her body, being careful of her chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened.

“Baby,” I began, but she quickly grabbed me and brought me to her center.

“Now, Bradley. Make love to me now.”

So… Yeah, I couldn’t resist. I made love to her.

*******

“Tell me when can you move out of this place?” I yelled over the music we had blaring from her TV.

I’ve been buried in Ayana’s place for the past few days. She’s had the last two days off and we’ve spent every second together, kissing, making love - Wow, I never thought I would say
that
phrase- tasting, and licking each other senseless. It’s been so much of a sex-fest in here, we had to open the screen doors and windows as the AC ran full blast. If you’re wondering, she hadn’t disappeared on me, and I hadn’t asked about it. I was trying to trust her and waiting for her to tell me what’s going on. I had all the patience in the world, but I was beginning to feel it slipping.

Ayana had just fed me a steak grilled to perfection and we went through at least two bottles of wine. Now I’m sitting on her couch looking around her apartment thinking about getting her out of here.

She walked back into the living room, smiling and swaying her glorious hips. She wore a small tank top with no bra for easy access to her set of tits that fit perfectly in my hands, and a pair of shorts showing me a pair of beautiful strong legs. Kickboxing has definitely paid off for her.

“Why? Do you not like my quarters?”

“No, I
hate
it,” I admitted.

She laughed and climbed in my lap. I smiled and ran my hand through her hair. “All my things will not fit in this little apartment, and I need to be moved in somewhere within the next few weeks. And where ever I go, I want you with me,” I announced.

“I can come visit, you know?” she added.

I took my other arm, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her down further on me. I don’t know if you’ve realized this by now, but she makes me horny as hell by just being in the room with me. It didn’t help the fact that she was sitting on my lap right now. I wanted more of her as the seconds went by.

A slow smile crept on her face when she felt my hard on and she started moving slowly on top of me.

I leaned my head back against her couch and resisted, closing my eyes. What I couldn’t stop was the soft moan that escaped my lips. “That won’t do,” I managed to say between the slow painful movements of her hips. I gripped both sides of her hips as her hands rested around my neck, gripping my hair.

“It won’t?” she responded, and then moaned softly, clearly affected by her own movements.

The heat in her eyes charged me up again. I mean, we had just finished making love on this couch before we ate and now, damn, I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name again. Her neighbors were getting an ear full for sure.

I brought my hands slowly along her side, bringing her tank top with me. I answered, “No, it won’t. I need you with me every second of every day. I want to come home to you. I want to wake up to you. I want…”

Shit, my words were replaced with a slow agonizing hiss as she went into my shorts and released me. She looked down hungrily, then back at me. “What else do you want?”

“I just want you, baby,” I replied softly, feeling like a bitch. That’s what she does to me. I’m at her mercy, and it’s crazy as hell, but I’m okay with it. I know for a fact she’s at my mercy as well.

“You want to know what I want right now?” she asked licking her lips as she played with the head of my cock.

“Yes,” I said, swallowing hard just as she moved off my lap and settled between my legs. She hovered just over my dick and licked and sucked the tip of me.

“I want you to tie me up like you used to do. Then I want you to bring out your toys and tease me until I explode. Can you do that?”

She slowly took me in her mouth and I instantly brought my hand through her hair and gripped tight.

I watched her move up and down on me and, shit, it felt so good. Watching her consume most of me was a complete turn on. She moved slowly, methodically up and down, bringing her hand around my shaft to meet her lips. Her mouth was wet and warm and as she picked up her pace, she licked around me just the way I like, before she plunged me in her mouth again.

Shit, this woman…

I felt my eyes rolling in the back of my head just as her other hand started playing with my balls. “Fuck, Ana, baby, that feels so good. Shit,” I managed force out between clinched teeth.

“Are you going to answer my question?” she said, as she fluttered and sucked the tip of my cock.

“Huh? What? Um, what was the question? Yes, baby, I love your mouth… I love you, baby… Damn, baby, what was your question?”

Shit, I couldn’t concentrate at all. All I kept thinking about was tossing her over the arm of the couch and tearing her apart.

I instantly felt my balls get tight. I was close, but I didn’t want to explode in her mouth. I wanted inside of her and I wanted it now.

With my hands still in her hair, I pulled her off me and she moved willingly. I looked in her burning brown eyes. “Take those goddamn shorts off.”

I helped her stand with my hand still gripping her hair. I moved her to the side of the couch and bent her over. My hands gripped her thigh lifting it just as she laid over the arm of the couch, bringing her channel right where I wanted it.

I licked my lips as I let go of her hair and traveled my hand down her back slowly over her spine. When I made it to her plump flesh, I brought my hand down hard on her backside.

She jerked and whimpered at the onslaught of my slap, but then grinded her hips, telling me she loved what I just did and wanted more. I brought my hand down once more, then without warning, I plunged into her wet tight core…
Oh yes!

Ayana wasn’t ready for me and she shot up off the couch, but I pushed her back down saying hoarsely, “I know you can take it, baby… take this dick, baby… take it all.”

I didn’t ease into shit. I started pounding her from behind, bending my knees slightly so I could get all the way in there and hit that spot I needed to make her come apart. I gripped her hips tightly and knew I hit my mark when she screamed my name.

“Tell me this pussy is mine… Tell me you belong to me, Ana…
Tell me
.”

“Oh shit, Bradley… I can’t take… Shit, Bradley…,” she cried but I kept moving. I kept pounding away, getting deeper and hitting her spot. Moving in and out of her was charging me. Watching her juices on my dick was making me insane. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her dripping down my leg. Yes, just like that.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her, knowing damn well I wasn’t stopping for shit.

“No, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she said just as I slapped her ass again.

“Then tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you’re mine, that you belong to me.” I smacked her ass again and started pounding harder, faster. Shit, I was hitting her pussy so hard that the couch started to move and I moved with it. I didn’t give I shit. I wasn’t stopping for anything.

“Bradley!” she cried, but I didn’t stop.

“Say it, Ana.”

“I belong to you, Bradley. I’m yours, shit! I’m yours…”

That’s what I wanted to hear, and I yelled as I released so hard in her that I was seeing stars behind my eyes.

Shit, I love this
. I love making love to her, I love fucking her. I just love her.

I took her with me as I collapsed on the couch. She was leaning her sweat soaked back on my sweat soaked chest, both of us breathing heavy, sated, spent and fucking exhausted.

“I think you won’t have to worry about how long I’ll be here.”