Sweet Addiction (24 page)

“It will be once I
withhold
your
orgasm, which you know damn well I’m good at doing.”
Oh
shit.
The memory of my worktop flashes through my mind.
That was
horrible.

“Alright! No it’s not a
guy named Will. It’s a girl named Lacey.”

“Really, Lacey huh?” I
roll my eyes at his sexual tone.
Men.

“You’re perverted.”

“I am and so are you.
Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and make me come.”

“Say please.” Another
quick flick of my tongue pulls a groan out of his throat.

“Fuck that. Not after
what you just put me through. Open.”
Yum. Hello dominant Reese.
I smile
and open my mouth as he inches forward, granting me full access to his member.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts
through gritted teeth as he fucks my face. Bringing one hand down, he holds the
back of my head and plummets deeply into me, his quick thrusts causing my eyes
to water. I glance up and see his other hand gripping the headboard until his
knuckles are white. “So fucking good.”

I moan around him, my
lips vibrating against his skin as he shifts his knee and pulls my right arm
out. “Wrap around me.” I grip the base with my hand and begin sliding up and
down his length as he stills, keeping just the tip of him in my mouth. I’m
gliding easily, the saliva from my mouth completely drenching him. Working him
hard and fast, my tongue flicks against him and my lips tease his head. He
pulses inside me and I see the tension in his jaw. I love doing this to him and
get just as much pleasure out of it as he does. Dropping his head back, his adam’s
apple slides and his veins protrude in his neck as he moans deeply. His own
body is vibrating with his sounds, moving against my tongue. I keep my eyes on
him, watching his chest heave with each thrust and his stomach clench as I work
him. Sucking and teasing him, my hand grips harder and I see his shoulders
hunch forward. “I’m close, love. Don’t stop.”

“Do you want to come in
my mouth?” I ask, as I lick the tip.

His eyes widen. “Yes,
unless I have options?” His voice is strained and I know he’s on the brink.

“You could come on me
if you want. I think I’d like that.”

He swallows and quickly
backs down my body, angling himself at my breasts. “Here?” he asks and I nod,
pumping him hard and seeing his lip pull into his mouth. We both stare at the
spectacle of him coming on my breasts, the white warmth rolling between my
mounds and a few drops landing close to my neck. “Holy shit. That’s so fucking
hot.”

I nod in agreement and
stare down at myself, letting go of his cock and seeing him shiver a bit. “You marked
me again.” I swirl a bit of it on the softened red mark on my left breast and
see him watch me, studying me.

“I think you like it
when I mark you.”

I dip my finger into my
mouth. “I love it when you mark me.” He climbs off the bed and disappears into
the hallway as I gaze down at my sticky mess. It really is hot, seeing what
I’ve pulled out of him. Having him label me with it.
I wonder if he’s done
that before.
Nope, stop it, Dylan.
He comes back in moments later
with a small hand towel and begins wiping him off me.

“That was amazing you
know,” he says through a smile.

“I know. I want to mark
you now.”

His eyebrow arches as
he tosses the towel onto the floor, planting quick kisses to both my nipples.
“Do you? With what?” My eyes search around the room and land on a notebook
that’s sitting on his dresser with a pen marking a page in it. I quickly hop
off and grab it, scurrying back over to the bed and pushing him down onto his
back. “Are you going to draw on me?”

“No, not draw. I’m
going to write on you, but where?” My eyes rake all over his beautiful body as
I suck on the pen cap. “I mean really, your body is almost too pretty for
tattoos. Would you ever get one?”

He shrugs. “I don’t
know. I’m not opposed to it entirely. What are you going to write?”

“Patience professor.”
He muffles his laugh under me as I drop his arm open and begin writing on the
inside of his bicep. The ink is dark, a deep blue as I scroll in overly girly
handwriting and smile at myself.

“You seem to be
enjoying yourself. Why are you putting it there?”

 “Because I love
your arms and it’s hidden. I like thinking that I’m the only one that knows
it’s there. Just for me.”

“You say that like it’s
permanent.”

I shrug. “I can rewrite
it daily if I have to.” I retrace the letters to darken them and feel his eyes
on me. “Do you study everything the way you study me?”

“No. Unfortunately, not
everything in my life is as fascinating as you are.”

“I’m a
twenty-six-year-old baker who’s lived in South Side her entire life. How is
that fascinating?”

“I don’t know, just is.
And you study me just as much so I should ask you the same question.”

I recap my pen. “Well
that answer should be obvious. I’m looking for a new tax guy.” Leaning down, I
blow gently across his arm and dry the ink. “There, all done.”

His head raises and he
glances at his arm, the words
Do I Wanna Know?
printed on him in my
script. He studies it for a moment, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and I
watch his long lashes flutter before his eyes flick to mine.

“I like your mark.”

“Me too.” I chuck the
pen onto the dresser and settle in next to him, pulling the covers up around
us. He wraps his arm around my waist and closes his eyes, his breathing slowing
down to a soft rhythm as I observe him. It doesn’t take long before I know he’s
sleeping. Chest rising and falling slowly, eyes fluttering as if he’s mid-dream
and lips slightly parted to allow for his breath to escape. I study him for
minutes and then minutes become hours. I’m so ridiculously happy in this moment
that when I begin to silently cry next to him, I don’t know what to think
besides what I’m now willing to admit to myself. That I’m crazy in love with
this man. I love everything about him. From the tiniest detail like the little
lines next to his eyes and the slit that runs down his bottom lip, to the way I
can only seem to be able to take a full breath when he’s near me. I love the
words he says to me and the look he reserves only for me; even if that look is
one that’s a preamble to a Reese style flip out. I love the way I can sense his
presence and the way my heart beats in my chest when I finally lock eyes with
him. I love him. Just him. And the tears that I let myself cry are both of
worry that he’s not going to reciprocate these feelings and because I’m finally
willing to let myself feel them. So I’ll let my tears fall, because I’ve been
denying my feelings for him since the moment I fell into his lap and because
I’m a silly girl who is going to turn into a brave woman tomorrow and finally
tell him how I fell. Fuck being casual. I’m so over that bullshit.

I wake up Monday
morning, my eyes fluttering open slowly to adjust to the sunlight pouring
through the window and I notice immediately that I’m alone and not in my bed.
Glancing over at the clock, I note the time is 9:42a.m. and realize that he’s
probably gone to work after trying to wake me countless times. I really need to
figure out a way to be woken up out of my slumber. What if we eventually have
kids and they try to wake me up to make them breakfast or some shit and I’m
dead to the world?
Jesus, did I just say if we eventually have kids?
When have I ever thought about having children before?
Never.
I’ve
never
thought about having children. I picture a miniature Reese meandering
around the house, trying to keep his siblings in line and raking his hands
through his wild hair when they don’t listen. I giggle silently at the thought
and quickly push it out of my mind.
Crazy, Dylan. Utter craziness.

I crawl out of bed and
duck into the bathroom briefly before finding my clothes scattered all around
the couch. The memory of their quick removal sends a shiver through me.
That
was fun. I should challenge his desire for me more often.
Slipping on my
panties and his University of Chicago T-shirt, I find my phone and quickly dial
Joey, feeling like a complete idiot and shitty friend for not having called him
last night after the break in.

“Cupcake. What the
fuck, girlie? Can you believe that psycho broke our window out?”

I plop down onto a
dining room chair and begin rubbing my head. “Well at least we think it was
probably her. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you last night, my mind was all over
the place.” I sigh heavily as the image of the hooded figure creeps into my
mind.

“No worries, your
casual fuck buddy called me when he was on his way over to rescue you. I’m sure
he figured you had other things on your mind than reminding your assistant
not
to show up to work today.” I grunt at the casual fuck buddy reference
and spot a piece of paper hanging off the edge of the kitchen counter. I reach
over and grab it, noticing my favorite handwriting.

Dylan,

   I have no
fucking clue how I ever survived not waking up to you. And before you say
anything, yes I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me. You were
adorably out cold, as usual. Enjoy your day off.

                                   
                                   
X Reese

P.S. Here’s a spare key
if you go out today. Keep it.

Swoon.

“Hey, so listen, I have
some phone calls to make to the insurance company and to find someone to put in
a security system and a door above the stairs but when I’m done, any chance you
could pick me up and take me to Reese’s office?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m pretty
bored myself over here since Billy’s gone to work. What’s going on at the
office?”

I smile. “Oh you know,
the usual. Just me going to finally tell our favorite numbers guy that I’m
madly in love with him.” I hear the phone drop and Joey’s insanely high pitched
screams.

“DYLAN. Oh my fucking
God. Yes, girl, yes. Hurry up and make those stupid phone calls and then text
me when you’re ready. Ooohhh I’m bursting over here.”

“And don’t say anything
to Juls. I’d hate for her to leak it to Ian who would most likely blab. I feel
like those men talk just as much as we do sometimes.”

“Mmmm mmm. Don’t you
worry, my lips are sealed on this one. Take care of your shit and then let’s
get to the important matters at hand.”

***

I called the insurance
company and made sure that I wouldn’t be responsible for any of the damage from
the break in.  They assured me that the window was in fact being repaired
during our phone call and that I would be up and running by tomorrow. Grabbing
Reese’s iPad off the bed, I looked up the number to a security system company
and got an estimate on a top of the line alarm system to install. Using the
commission from Justin’s stupid wedding, I went ahead and arranged for the men
to come today and set it up, that way it would also be ready by tomorrow. I
wasn’t sure who the hell to call about getting a door put in, so I dialed my
parents and held my breath knowing that I was about to get a huge ear full for
not having called them last night.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,
Dylan. Something horrible could have happened to you. You could have been
raped, murdered, Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you’re just now calling us.” My
mother’s tirade goes on for a good ten minutes before I’m able to get a word
in.

“I know I know. I’m
sorry I didn’t call. But I’m fine. Nothing happened and we’re pretty sure we
know who it was and the police are looking for her.”
Stupid red headed
bitch.

“Her? It was a woman?
What kind of a woman throws a brick through a store window? Good grief what is
the world coming to?”

“Just some
ex-girlfriend of Reese’s, Mom. Look, everything is fine. The window is being
repaired right now and a security system is being installed today as well. I
just need to talk to dad about putting a door in to separate my living space
from the bakery.” Which really, I should have done years ago. I just didn’t
feel the need to do so until now. That or I could get a guard dog. No, that has
to be unsanitary around all those baked goods.

“Ex-girlfriend? Humph,
a woman scorned no less. Well, at least you’re safe and this finally makes you
put in a well overdue alarm system.” She exhales forcefully. “Here’s your
father. Bill, go easy on her, she’s fine.”

“Dylan, sweetheart,
you’re alright then?” My dad’s voice is incredibly calm compared to my
mother’s, but that’s always been his personality. I definitely get my short
fuse from the women in my family.

“Yes, Dad, I’m fine.
But I need to get a door installed at the top of the stairs leading from the kitchen.
How do I go about doing that?” He immediately goes into Daddy mode and tells me
not to worry about it, that he will head to a local hardware store today and
purchase a door for me. When I tell him that I can handle it he shuts me up
quickly and I let him. I don’t think there is anything my father enjoys more
than doing something for me that keeps me safe. After I am reassured that it
will be taken care of today, I hang up, text Joey to head on over, and hop in
the shower.

I relish in Reese’s
shampoo and body wash, letting the steam create a cloud of his yumminess all
around me as I clean up. I’m surprisingly not nervous at all about telling him
that I love him. After last night, the love making, him telling me that I make
him want things he’s never wanted before, I feel empowered to do this. I
quickly slip into a pair of jeans and a cute top as a knock on the door sends
me dashing through the condo. I fling it open and beam at my assistant.

“AH! I’m soooo excited.
Please
let me be there when you tell him.”

“What? No way. This is
a private moment. You may wait outside.” I slip into my shoes and grab my cell
and the spare key Reese left for me, slipping it onto my key ring and locking
up behind us. “Okay, let’s do this shit before I lose my nerve.”

**

We stopped by the
bakery on the way to his office.  The men who were in charge of replacing
the window were just finishing up and had me sign a few pieces of paper before
they gave it a final wipe down and left. Joey and I both watched the security guys
go over how to arm and disarm the system, giving us both the code and a few
forms to sign as well before they too hit the road. My mom sent me a text
informing me that my father had purchased a door with an insane amount of locks
and that he would be stopping by later on today to install it. I wouldn’t have
to stick around because other than Joey and myself, my parents also had a key
to the bakery. So, after piling back into the civic, we finished the short
drive to the Walker & Associates building.

“How nervous
are
you right now?” he asks me as I sit in the car and try to find out where the
fuck all my bravery had disappeared to. We’ve been parked outside the building
for at least ten minutes and I haven’t budged. 

“Uh, a lot. Maybe this
is a bad idea?”

“Fuck that.” My
seatbelt is unbuckled for me as he reaches across my body and opens my door,
giving me a quick but gentle shove out of the car. “Go do it, Dylan. That man
in there loves you fiercely. It’s written all over his beautiful face. But I’m
afraid you might be the one to have to say it first. Damn it, I had my money on
Reese being the one to crack before you did but, oh well.” I quickly run my
fingers through my hair and give him a weak smile. I’m certain he means what he
says, no doubt a small wager having gone on between him and Juls. She’ll never
let him hear the end of losing to this one.

“Okay, thanks, Joey.”
He winks at me as I close the door and walk into the building and towards the
back of the lobby where the elevators are lined up. My hands are clenched into
fists and I’m shaking a bit, but I’m here and I’m fucking doing this.

Stepping off the
elevators and onto the twelfth floor, I walk straight past the first reception
area and towards Reese’s office. I haven’t even thought about the fact that
I’ll be seeing a new face sitting behind his reception desk until I see it. And
it is a lot manlier.

“Good afternoon. How
may I help you?” The young man, dressed sharply in a dark suit greets me with a
crooked smile. His dark brown hair is slicked to the side with some sort of
product.
Hmm. I liked him already.

“Hello. I was wondering
if Mr. Carroll is available.”

“Oh, actually he is in
Mr. Thomas’ office right now with a few more associates having lunch. Would you
like me to call him?” He reaches for his phone but I shoot my hand up to halt
him.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I
know where Mr. Thomas’ office is.”

He gives me a warm
smile and places the phone back down. “Wonderful. Well go right on and knock
since his receptionist is out at lunch. Have a nice day.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Man, he is cheery.
I can’t help but giggle at the fact that Reese hired a man to be his
receptionist instead of a woman. I walk quickly towards Ian’s office, seeing it
already a few inches open and go to knock when my favorite voice halts me.

“She’s fucking
psychotic. I’ve never had a girl go that nuts on me after I tell her I’m done
fucking her,” he says through a partially full mouth.
The man does love to
talk with his mouthful.
I smile slightly and shake my head.

“Yeah well, I’m pretty
sure most women you stop fucking usually flip out on you in some way or
another. But that’s really fucked up that she targeted Dylan like that.” I
recognize Ian’s voice and cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall
as I listen in. “She obviously hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing Dylan’s pissed
off side. Pretty dumb move on her part.”

A third voice chimes in
that I’m not familiar with. “Who is this Dylan chick anyway? She hot?”
Ahhh
yes, so glad I arrived here at this exact moment. Nothing like a little ego
boost to brighten a Monday.

I hear chip bags
ruffle. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe her. She’s fucking beautiful,”
Reese answers and I bite my lip.

“He met her at Mr. Walter’s
daughter’s wedding a few weekends ago. She’s Juls’ best friend and one hell of
a baker. She owns Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette. That’s the store that got the
brick thrown through the window,” Ian says through a mouthful.

“Shit. So, you like
this girl or is she just another one of the many women that Reese Carroll
destroys in his path?” The third voice asks and I brace myself.
Jesus
Christ, that sounds horrible. Although, I can totally see how it applies. He is
a force of nature.

Silence fills the room,
several long seconds of silence. I hear a few throats clear and then his voice.

“It’s not serious if
that’s what you’re asking me. You know I don’t do that shit. I like fucking her
so I do.” My mouth and my heart drop at the same time as I hear Ian’s voice say
something in response to his description of our situation but I don’t register
it. Instead, I run quickly for the elevators and slip on the first one that
opens.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh
shit.” I’m gripping the wall in the empty elevator as it takes me down to the
first floor, my head spinning and my heart no longer with me, having left it on
the floor outside of Ian’s office.
 I can’t believe he said that. After
everything. After last night and after his birthday. I’m still just someone he
likes to fuck. That’s it?
The doors open and I run through the lobby and
towards the red civic that is still parked on the curb. Joey is leaning against
the passenger door with his phone up to his ear. My appearance makes him end
his call.

“What happened?”

“Take me to his place,
now. I need to get my shit.” My face is covered in tears and he moves quickly,
not asking any more questions as we both file into his car.

The drive doesn’t take
long and Joey remains silent as I burst into the condo and grab my duffle, aimlessly
throwing my belongings into it and triple checking that I didn’t leave anything
behind. Because I’m never coming back here to get it. I grab my items out of
the bathroom and break down when I spot his body wash, wanting to take a final
whiff of it but managing to pull myself away from the shower before I can let
that happen. I run to his bedroom and grab the notebook that I got the pen out
of last night and bring it out to the dining room, opening up to a blank page
and grabbing the pen.