Sweet Addiction (29 page)

“OH!” I cry out, my
hands gripping his hair and holding him between my legs as he devours me like
I’m his last meal. His tongue is all over me, his movements ranging from quick
flicks to my clit to slow savory laps of my length. I’m not holding in my
moans, my voice is echoing throughout the bathroom, but I don’t care. I want
everyone to hear me. I love this man and his mouth and everything he does with
it. He teases my clit and sucks on it slowly, pulling it into his mouth as he
slips two fingers inside of me. I arch into him.

“I fucking love this
pussy. Tell me it’s mine, Dylan.”

“It’s yours. Oh God,
Reese, I’m so close.” His fingers move in and out of me, the pace quickening as
my hands tangle in his hair and I pull it hard. My back arches off the leather
as he grabs my hips, his tongue rolling in my favorite rhythm. I’m whispering,
pleading with him to lick me, harder, deeper, right there and he grabs my
orgasm that’s his to command and pulls it out of me.

I come and scream his
name, over and over until my voice is strained and my throat aches. He takes
his time sucking up all of my arousal, lingering on my clit the way I like as I
tremble against him. The tight grip he has on my hips is slowly lessened as he
plants the softest, gentlest Reese kiss to my pussy. My breathing slows and I
cover my eyes with my arm as he stands on his feet.

“Well then, that didn’t
take long. How have your orgasms been without me?” His smug voice makes me
giggle and I gaze up at him, hair sticking out every which way as he licks his
lips. 

“What orgasms?” I reply
and quickly get up and switch spots with him, pushing him onto his back and
making quick work of his belt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re not going
to be able to walk out of here.” He smiles wickedly at me, the lines that I’ve
missed so much appearing on either side of his eyes. “That okay with you?”

His pants are quickly
pushed down along with his boxers and I marvel at his erection.
Now, that I definitely
missed.
“Fine with me, love.” His hands grip my waist as I straddle him,
reaching under my dress and positioning himself below me, I lock eyes with him,
waiting to lower myself down.

“I love you,” I say as
his hands pull down my top and reveal my breasts.

“I love you,” he
replies without hesitation, his eyes flicking up from my chest and holding my
stare. I quickly crash down, pulling a throaty grunt out of his throat.

“Fuck. Dylan.”
Oh
God.
This. I forgot how perfect he feels in me.
The way my body
forms around him, molds to him like he’s made for me. Just me. I can’t move
yet, I’m too caught up in the way he feels just like this and the looks he’s
giving me. Green eyes burning into mine with that intensity, his intensity that
I’ve missed so much. He’s looking at me the way only he looks at me, the way I
only ever want to be looked at by the man that I’ve chosen. I chose him.

I pull my lip into my
mouth as I rock against him, sliding up and down his length. His hips move
beneath me as his hands firmly cup my breasts. He moans, grunts and growls as I
move and I know he’s not holding anything back. He’s letting everyone know what
I’m doing to him as my hands grip his jacket. I can’t stop staring at him. The
way his head falls back when I slide out of him and the way his neck rolls when
I take him in. His tense jaw and slightly swollen lips with my favorite slit
running down the middle. The way his body looks in his tux, broad, built, and
fucking powerful.
Christ, has anyone ever looked this good in a tux before?
Doubt it. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.
Our sounds fill the room and it’s the
hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m soaked, completely drenched from his expert
mouth and the sheer sight of him. I feel him tense under me as I slide him all
the way out before I slowly move back down. I know he loves that, the feel of
entering me over and over again. Arching into him and throwing my head back, I
grip his thighs and begin to move fast, then faster.

“Just like that, love.
Christ I’m not going to last long. You’re so fucking good.” He sits up and
wraps his arms around my back, pulling my chest to his face and latching onto
my left nipple.

“Reese.” He sucks it
hard, flicking it with his tongue before releasing it and moving beside it to
where his mark has completely faded off me. His mouth sucks the tender skin
there and I moan against him, my hands grabbing his head and pulling him closer
to me. “I hate that they faded. I cried for days when I couldn’t see them
anymore.” He moves to my other breast and gives my other nipple equal attention
before freshening up the mark next to that one as I rock slowly. Strong hands
grip my back and move down to my hips, moving me at the speed he wants and
needs. Our eyes are locked and I let him control me because I’ve missed it and
he needs it. My orgasm isn’t far, the familiar pull building between my legs
and slowly spreading out in every direction.

“Yours didn’t fade on
me. It’s still there,” he says as I drop my forehead to his, our breath warming
each other’s faces.
My mark on him? What mark? The writing?
His bottom
lip gets pulled into his mouth and I know he’s close.

“How could it not fade?
Have you gone without showering for three months?” He slows down my movements,
letting me glide along his length and linger where I want. I shudder against
him at the speed change, feeling him rub me the way only he does.

“Do I smell like I
haven’t showered in three months?” His hands come between us and he begins
unbuttoning his tux jacket, pulling it off while I balance myself on my knees.
I’m anxious, giddy as hell to see his naked body and watch in amazement as he
quickly makes work of his dress shirt.

“No, you smell amazing
like you always do.” I lean forward and drop my head into his neck and feel him
laugh. I inhale deeply as his shirt is removed and my eyes go to his right arm
where my handwriting is visible in dark blue ink.

“What the, you got it
tattooed?” My fingers run over the words that clearly won’t rub off as he
studies me. Always watching me. “Holy shit. That’s so hot.” I lean in and trail
kisses over the words, my words that I wrote on him as he lovingly strokes my
arm. “Oh my God. I love that you did that.” My mouth makes its way up his
shoulder to the curve of his neck. Grabbing his face with both hands, I kiss
and lick up to his face and latch onto his mouth, pulling his bottom lip and
sucking on it. He groans loudly as I slowly release it.

“I took a shower the
day you,” he shakes his head at the memory, “and it was starting to wash away
even though I tried to avoid any soap getting on it. I was so fucking pissed
that it was fading; like it was pulling away from me too. Christ, I was mad. I
went out the next day and got it made permanent.”
He tattooed himself with a
reminder of me.
“I love that it’s in your handwriting and that you put it
there. Just for you.” His eyes study mine as I blink rapidly, sending tears
down my face. He quickly reaches up and wipes them away, and I bend forward and
kiss him sweetly.

“Just for me,” I echo
and push him back down on his back and start moving again. His hands grip my
hips and pull me up and down, quickening my pace as I roam over his bare chest.
Trailing over every inch of exposed skin, my hands become reacquainted with the
feel of him, his muscles, and his softness, just him. I run down his shoulders,
his arms, his chest, and linger on his stomach that clenches as I ride him. His
gaze is locked on my breasts, driving me to bring my hands up and touch
myself.  Molding them, I watch his eyes widen as I play with and pinch my
nipples.

“Fuck yes. That’s so
sexy, love.” His hips come up to meet me and I drop my eyes down, locking onto
his. Harder and faster, I feel him moving through me and pulling my orgasm to
the surface as his thumbs press into my hip bones. I tell him to press harder,
to bruise me because I want his marks on me, all over me. My hands drop to his
chest and I pant against him, feeling him pulse against my walls. “Come for me,
Dylan.” I obey, quickly coming apart over top of him and rocking my hips to
pull out his orgasm.

I droop forward and
sprawl out onto his bare chest, feeling his arms wrap around me as we gasp
against each other. “I love slutty wedding sex with you,” I force out through
my ragged breath, feeling his body shake slightly.

“Same here. We should
really make a habit of this.”

We let ourselves stay
like that for several minutes, holding each other and coming down slowly before
Reese sets me to the side and grabs some toilet paper to clean me up with.
After resituating ourselves in the mirror and making out against the door for
several totally worth it minutes, he reaches up and unlocks it, allowing for a
mad rush of young boys to come into the bathroom.

“Uh oh,” one says
through a crooked grin as Reese quickly brushes past him, my hand in his with
his fingers laced through mine the way I love.
Total boyfriend move.
We
stop at the door leading to the reception and he turns towards me, bringing my
hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.

“You ready for this,
Sparks? You’re officially mine now and I plan on being very intimate with you,
and often. Lots of sex in beds and sleepovers.” He smiles behind my hand
quickly before his face turns serious. “But just so you know, when I say you’re
mine, I fucking mean it. I will personally remove anyone and anything that
stands in my way of you. Including your panties.”

My grin bursts through
my face and he laughs with me as I place my hand on the doorknob with him.
“Please, Carroll, bring on the intimacy because I’m not taking you any other
way. And just so
you
know,” My eyes narrow in on his and I spy his
wicked grin behind my hand, “
You
are
mine
and I will dismember
any chick that looks at you twice. And I fucking mean it.”

We walk hand in hand
through the crowd of people and spot the wedding party on the dance floor who
all begin to cheer and whistle at the sight of us. Juls and Joey move quickly
and pull us into the group.

“Fuck yes. Who had the
reception?” Joey asks and Billy and Ian both raise their hands. Juls, Brooke
and Trent all start clapping as Reese pulls me against his chest and kisses my
hair.

“Damn it, Dylan. I
really thought you two would fix your shit at the rehearsal. You just lost me a
hundred bucks,” Juls scoffs as Joey shakes his head at her. Reese grins widely
at the lot of them and Ian moves in and slaps him firmly on the back, issuing
me a quick wink.

“I was way off. I
pegged your rekindled romance to happen tomorrow after you two went home and
sulked over one another all night. Oh well, at least my baby won.” Joey beams,
giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and rolling his eyes at Reese.

“Thank fuck, Dylan.
This man has been so miserable. I’ve barely been able to stand him around the
office. He’s fired three receptionists in less than three months. No one wants
to work for him.”

Reese glares at him and
I gasp. “Three? Why? What happened to that one guy? I liked him.”

“He annoyed the hell
out of me, so fucking cheery all the time. Then the one girl didn’t know how to
work the phones properly and lasted about twenty minutes before I made her cry.
And the last one used your shampoo. Shit drove me crazy.” Ian bursts out
laughing and walks away from us as I fling my arms around my boyfriend’s neck.
Yup,
that’s right. My boyfriend.

“Awww. I’m sorry,
handsome. I do hope you’ll lighten up on your staff now that you have me back.
I plan on making frequent visits to your office and would hate to see you
giving your poor receptionists a hard time.” I kiss his lips quickly as he
smiles against me, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

“Frequent office
visits? Mmmm, I can’t wait, love. Any chance we can substitute frequent for
daily?” He spins me around as a song begins to play and we pick up where we
left off with our slow dance.

“Could you even handle
me on a daily basis? I would insist on multiple orgasms and get rather hostile
when I don’t get my way,” I whisper against his mouth, relishing in the
combination of his minty flavor and me.

“Hostile with a dirty
mouth?”

I arch my brow at him
and nod slowly, his grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck yes. I love that
girl.”

His hand firmly grips
my ass and pulls me against him as we move slowly between the other couples.
Our eyes are locked, bodies pressed together and my head is tucked in my
favorite spot in his neck. This is where I want to be, with the person I want
to be with and now that I have him, there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting
him go. And I’d love to see anyone try and stop me. Seriously, I know exactly
where Joey hid my butter knife.

“Cupcake, you have a special delivery,” Joey sings,
emerging in the doorway with the familiar white box.

I wipe the flour off my hands and set my measuring
cup on the worktop. “Do I need to sign for it?” I try and look past Joey to
spot Fred in the main shop, but Joey’s massive frame blocks my view.

“Nope. I signed for it. Here you go.” He places it
on the worktop and steps back.

Sliding it across the wood, I pull the white ribbon
and lift the edges, opening the top of the box.
Hmm.
I’m rewarded with
the same white box, only a bit smaller, with the same white ribbon. “That’s
strange.” I pull the ribbon and lift the top, only to reveal yet another white
box. I chuckle and shake my head.
My boyfriend is crazy.
Going through
the motions once more, I lift the top of the significantly smaller box, and
gasp loudly. Sitting in the middle of the smaller box is a brown card, but
that’s not what makes my heart flutter. What’s making my pulse race faster than
it ever has is the tiny black box that’s peeking out from underneath it. “Oh my
God. Joey look.” I turn and if I wasn’t already hyperventilating, I’m
definitely losing my shit now. Standing next to my sobbing assistant is Reese,
decked out in a dark gray suit, and making it look better than any man every
could. “Hi,” I manage to choke out, but it’s barely audible.

“Hi, love. Read your note.”

I force my fingers to move and pick up the brown
card, opening it slowly.

Dylan,

One hundred and thirty-two days. That’s how long
I’ve loved you. That’s how long I’ve wanted to protect you, take care of you,
and cherish you. I’ve known for one hundred and thirty-two days that you were
it for me, that you were my forever. You’ve completely captivated me. My heart,
my soul, my entire being. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and as
long as I have you, I don’t need anything else. Just you and me. Forever.

I love every single part of you, and I always will.

X, Reese

“Oh my God.” I cry, my tears dropping down on the
card. I glance to my right and have to drop my gaze. Because my gloriously
handsome boyfriend is now on his knee, holding the little black box that he
delivered to me himself. Joey wails behind him, naturally, and I reach up and
wipe underneath my eyes. “What are you doing?” I’m not sure anyone will make
out my words through my shaky sob filled voice, but I say them anyway.

“I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do since you fell
into my lap.” He smiles that killer smile, the one that melts me every time I
see it, and opens the box. My jaw hits the floor. I’ve never seen a more
beautiful ring, and he chose it just for me. “Dylan, I never knew I wanted
this, until I met you. All of the love that I have in me has been yours and it
always will be.” My hands cover my nose and mouth as I stare down at him, the
tears rapidly falling onto my fingers. “You’ve given me everything, love. Will
you marry me?”

I drop down to my knees and throw my arms around
him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” He wraps me up, pinning me to his body and buries his
face into my neck. “Yes.” I look up, seeing Joey, holding his phone out in
front of him, and crying like a baby above us.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Carroll,” Reese
says against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Here, let me put this on you.” I
lean back and drop back to my heels, holding my trembling left hand in front of
me. He takes the ring out and slides it on my finger, pressing his lips to the
top of my hand. “Do you like it?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Joey squeals behind
him. “She loves it. I love it. God damn it, Billy.”

Reese and I both laugh as I stare down at my hand.
“I do love it. It’s perfect, just like you.” I hold his face in my hands,
bringing our lips together. And I don’t let go.