Never Enough (17 page)
So she held on, and gave in to the heaviness of her eyelids, letting them close with the image of that dark chocolate hair bent over her.
And then she was coming, hard and fast, as pleasure filled up and up and then up even more until she nearly shouted.
When she finally opened her eyes on a satisfied breath, he was there, looking at her. “You’re a noisy little thing when there’s no one else here.”
She sniffed. “Well, only when I come that hard. So I suppose you’ve taught me my lesson. Which is that you give great head.”
He kissed her, tasting of her and himself beneath that. She liked it. Thought the combination was quite lovely.
“Who knew you’d wear thigh-high stockings under those schoolteacher clothes? I like it.”
“It’s cold, in case you hadn’t noticed. I had to go out and meet with a client and I wanted to stay warm. Are you going to stay over?” She’d asked it naturally but then felt uncomfortable, like she’d gone too far. This could be a drawback of the whole fucking-your-son’s-father thing. Was she his lover, or Miles’s mother, or what? Sure, they’d had a discussion about it, before the first time they’d slept together, but this would all take a lot of careful thought.
“I’d like to, yes, if that’s all right with you.”
“Of course it is. We’re having grilled cheese and tomato soup.”
“What?”
“Grilled cheese sandwiches? You know the ones you fry up and melt? Have you never had a grilled cheese before?”
“Oh yes, loads of times. It was one of the things Brody could cook. No, the other thing.”
“Tomato soup?”
He grinned and she realized he’d been having a laugh.
“I love the way you say tomato.”
“Ha, bloody ha.”
Grinning, he gave her a quick kiss to smooth her agitation, which wasn’t really agitation, but she had no plans to discourage kisses, for goodness’ sake.
“How long will your car be in the shop? Why don’t you and Miles ride with me tomorrow and I’ll bring you both back Sunday afternoon?”
She hadn’t forgotten about the dinner his sister and brother were having. Miles was in turns thrilled and excited and scared to death. No more than she. She didn’t even belong there!
Not that she’d leave Miles to face the occasion on his own, of course. He’d made it very clear he wanted her there, and in his own way, she supposed, Adrian had as well. So she was in it and that was that.
“All right, thank you. They had to order a new part so it won’t be done until Tuesday they said.”
“I have an extra car if you’d like to borrow it for a few days. Just until the repairs are done.”
Of course he did. “No.” She paused when she realized how vehemently she’d said it. “Thank you, but we’re fine. Miles takes the bus to school, we’ve got groceries and if I am in a bind there are many people I can call to give me a lift. Really. I appreciate the offer though.”
He looked her over carefully so she jiggled just a little, snagging his attention and moving away from the topic.
“How long until Miles gets back?” He’d gotten that look again, and she rubbed herself against him with a happy groan.
“We’ve got about an hour.”
He sat quickly, pulled his sweater off, shimmied from his jeans and underwear and rolled onto his back.
“Then let’s use it wisely, shall we?” He held up a condom.
She grabbed it, ripped it open, donned his cock and scrambled atop him. “It’s better to look at you from up here.”
“If you’re expecting any—
fuck, that’ll do it, Christ you’re tight
.”
fuck, that’ll do it, Christ you’re tight
.”
It pleased her to get him all befuddled and speechless.
She sank down on him, letting her body adjust, taking the time to look at his body. “I love that tattoo on your belly.”
“To finish my first thought—I have zero argument with you riding my cock. This way I can look up at you and you have to do most of the work as well. It’s a win-win situation for me.”
She rose and fell, sighing as she rolled her head on her shoulders, stretching and relaxing. He felt thick inside her. Big and thick and very, very pleasing. “I must tell you, your cock pleases me.”
He laughed briefly, before she started to move again.
She liked fucking him this way. Liked the way he looked all spread out below her, looking debauched. Liked the way he continued to touch and caress, as if he couldn’t
not
touch her.
not
touch her.
Big, sure hands ran all over her torso, returning time and again to her breasts, where he rolled and tugged her nipples until the tension inside her nearly vibrated. She’d thought herself sated after that last orgasm, but now a new one built.
Dragging her nails up his sides, she leaned down and licked over his nipple, tugging on the ring. She’d never been with anyone with all this ink and a piercing. It was not an overrated experience.
His breath caught when she flicked her tongue over the bar quickly. Her angle had changed, leaving them belly to belly as she pushed back against him.
“Yeah, that’s the way. Fuck yourself onto me, English.”
He turned her to goo when he used that rough and dirty voice.
Even more when he banded an arm around her waist and began to lever himself up into her, holding her in place and fucking her hard and deep.
The length of his cock stroked over her clit with each thrust, sending a full body shiver through her each time he did it. Drawing her inexorably closer to climax.
His chest, tight against hers, slid across her nipples, including his nipple ring. A sound, low and needy, came from her mouth like a stranger had put it there.
“Tell me,” he murmured. “What do you need?”
His words played through her senses, honeyed, seductive.
“Fuck me. I want you to come. I want to come. I just . . . want.”
He snarled, just a little, enough to excite her senses even more, and before she knew it, climax rolled through her, stealing her breath, leaving her with no other choice but to writhe helplessly as pleasure ravaged her.
He pressed in deep and groaned so hard she felt the vibration through his belly into her body.
Adrian watched her as she worked in her office. They’d lazed around for a while after that spectacular welcome-home sex and then she told him she needed to get caught up, especially if they were going to be gone the entire next day.
So she’d been on the phone and her computer, had moved around the room pulling things from shelves and drawers.
He’d seen some of her work, though she didn’t know it. In the packet of background information Cope had given him there’d been credit reports; she had a small savings and lived within her means, which were solidly middle class. Even had a college fund started for Miles. Something he intended to do himself as well. And there’d been a menu she’d created, graphics for a friend’s pastry shop that he frankly thought brilliant. Retro woman holding a slice of pie, a cup of coffee and a smile on shiny red lips. There’d been mailings and some other stuff of the sort. Enough for him to be impressed with her eye and her talent.
And to have realized it was never about money for her. Not ever. That shamed him. He’d compared her to the series of nasty people who’d tried to shake him down for one reason or another. Brody had been right. He hadn’t been fair to her. It seemed absurd that he’d ever suspected anything like that from her when she was, well, Gillian, amazing mother, beautiful, sexy woman, creative and successful business woman and his . . . well, whatever they had.
Miles came in, a shy smile on his face, and Adrian’s heart lifted again. “Yo, kid.”
“Yo, um, so what am I supposed to call you anyway?” Miles looked at Adrian’s shoulder.
Brody had told him to just go with what he felt. To be natural with Miles and Miles would feel it. In truth he was scared as hell to fail this amazing kid, but he’d do his damnedest not to.
He reached out, taking Miles’s shoulder gently to get his attention. “You’re my son, Miles. I know we didn’t know each other last month, but I love you. And we’ll keep getting to know each other and hopefully one day it’ll be as easy between you and me as it is between you and your mom. Call me what feels best to you. Adrian. Dad. Whatever.”
Miles blushed and kicked the toe of his sneaker against the floor. “Okay. That sounds okay.”
“You wanna jam?” Adrian asked. “My guitar is in the guest room.”
Miles’s eyes widened and he gifted Adrian with one of his rare, open grins. Shy was Miles. He must have gotten that from Gillian’s side of the family because no Browns were shy. But Adrian liked it on his son.
“That would be monumental. Mum!” he called, surprising Adrian.
She poked her head from her office door. “You bellowed?”
“Me and Dad are going to jam. You should too.”
Dad.
Wow. Adrian was so caught up in that moment that he nearly missed the fact that Miles had asked her to jam with them. He hadn’t heard her play piano yet, and that seemed ridiculous. Especially as he’d seen her pussy up close and personal more than once.
Wow. Adrian was so caught up in that moment that he nearly missed the fact that Miles had asked her to jam with them. He hadn’t heard her play piano yet, and that seemed ridiculous. Especially as he’d seen her pussy up close and personal more than once.
“I’ve got to finish this. You two go on and I’ll get dinner started when I finish. I’m keeping the door open so I can hear you though.” She smiled at Adrian before going back into her office, making him wonder if she really did have more work or if she was giving him time with Miles.
“We’re working on ‘Creep’ right now.” Miles followed him to the guest room so Adrian could grab his guitar.
Miles stuttered to a halt, eyes wide as saucers, wonder stamped all over his features. He reached out, only to snatch his hand back. “Wow, that’s your guitar? Wow. Wow.”
Adrian wasn’t a stranger to people admiring his music or his guitar or whatever. But this was different. Made him feel proud in a way he’d never experienced outside his immediate circle. And this was even better than hearing Brody tell him something was good.
He looked down at the guitar and saw it through Miles’s eyes. “Yeah. I’ve had this guitar just a little longer than you’ve been alive. It’s still my favorite.”
He turned to see Miles’s eyes wide as he looked at the guitar. He held it out. “Wanna try it?”
Miles backed up a step, his hands up. “Oh, I don’t know. Wow. That’s like. Like a 1959 Sunburst?” He dragged his gaze from the guitar back up to Adrian’s face. “I looked it up. You know when you first came around I looked you up on the Internet. Is that weird?”
Adrian couldn’t help his laugh. “Nah, dude, this whole situation has been wild. I’m glad you looked me up on the Internet, but also, if you want to know about it, ask me. I know we’ve got a lot of stuff to learn about each other.”
Miles nodded, ducking his head in a way Adrian recognized in both Brown brothers. He tipped his chin to indicate the guitar. “I don’t think I’ve seen one for real. Just, you know, on the Internet. This is a special thing. You know, the few of your things that’s so special you’re allowed to be a bit greedy over.”
Adrian liked Gillian even more right then.
“Yes, this guitar is totally my special thing. But I get to be greedy with her all the time. I’ve used this guitar on every single CD I’ve made but the first one.” He ran his fingertips along the little modifications he’d made over time. Hardware swaps and additions.
This guitar, until Miles had come along, had been his most precious thing. And his son got that. Christ, he was a lucky man.
He held the guitar out toward Miles. “I can share my special thing with my son. That’s the sort of thing dads are supposed to do, right?”
Miles couldn’t hold the edges of his excited smile back as he stared at the guitar. “Dude, take it. You’re not going to break it. You know how to hold an instrument. I’m not worried.” He handed the guitar over and moved past Miles out toward the stairs, wanting to show just how unconcerned he was that Miles would be anything but careful.
It made Adrian ridiculously happy to share it with Miles, with someone who understood the beauty of your own guitar. With his son. Damn.
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