The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (29 page)

After stopping to get a couple coffees, we drive down Fayette Street and pull up in front of the bakery. I glance out the window and see Joey standing behind the counter. “Did you have a good birthday?” I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to see his eyes on me.

He smiles sweetly and reaches out, pulling my hand into his and lifting it to his lips for a quick kiss. “I had the best birthday.”
Oh my.
He drops my hand and I lean in, pressing my lips against his and lingering there for a moment. I suddenly don’t want to get out of his car. Not after last night, not after this morning, and definitely not after what he’s just admitted. He’s minty and delicious, he smells heavenly, and he’s dressed way too good right now.

I lean back a bit and his eyes open. “Make out with me,” I say in my best flirtatious voice.

He licks his lips. “Isn’t that what we were just doing?”

I shake my head, wrapping his tie up in my hand. “No, that was a goodbye kiss. I want you to devour me.”

His hands reach around me and he pulls me toward him, sliding me sideways into his lap. “You mean, like this?” he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me. I’m panting so heavily that I’m certain the windows will start fogging up any second.

“I fucking love kissing you,” I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his collar, relishing in his scent.

“See, we could do this every morning if you’d sleep over more.”

I move back up and latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy. After several long, totally worth it, minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. “Have a great day, handsome.” I open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the make-out session.

“You too, love,” he replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and shaking his head at me. “Go, before I throw you back in here and take you to work with me to finish what you’ve started.” I shriek and hear his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I’m floating, completely high off him as I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.

“Morning,” I sing as I walk into the shop and get a massive smile from Joey. I quickly rush upstairs and change into more appropriate work attire, smiling as I fold up Reese’s clothes and stick them into my dresser.
I will definitely be wearing these again, and often.
I slip on jeans and a blue blouse and pair them with my favorite pair of strappy black sandals. After throwing my still damp hair up into a messy bun and applying some makeup, I re-emerge into the bakery and see Joey tapping a familiar white box on the counter.

“You have so much to tell me about
after
you open this,” he says with a grin. I think he looks forward to my deliveries from Reese as much as I do.

“Did that just get here?” My eyes rake over the box as I pull it close to me.
How in the hell did he have time to send this to me already? He’s probably just now settling in at his office.

“Actually, it was waiting out front this morning. I guess he wanted you to have it as soon as you got here.” He sighs. “So fucking romantic. Goddamn it, Billy.”

“Oh, leave poor Billy alone, not all men can be as perfect as Reese Carroll.”
Jesus, did I just say that out loud? Is Reese perfect?
I think silently for a moment as I stare off into space and decide yes, he is perfect. Catching Joey’s
hurry the fuck up
stare, I excitedly pull the white ribbon and open the box, my eyes widening as I hover over it and glance at the contents. “Holy fuck.” I pull out several pictures of an orgasmic Reese. Literally, I know this face, the face he makes when he climaxes. “Oh, my God.” I rifle through the box and see pictures of him from the waist up, someone obviously having taken them as they were riding him until he came, waiting for that exact moment to capture it.

“Jesus Christ. Is he… is that… he sent you these?” Joey squeals and grabs a few of the pictures. I allow it only because there’s none containing anything from the waist down.
I can’t believe this. There’s at least a dozen in here. He sent me pictures of him fucking someone else? Or to be more specific, someone else fucking him?
My heart drops as I stare at his face. He’s looking at the camera, looking into the eyes of the person taking the picture as she brings him to orgasm. His jaw is clenched, crease in his brow, piercing green eyes.
I’m going to be sick.
“FUCK.” I snatch the pictures out of Joey’s hand and shove them all back into the box. “I can’t believe him. Why the fuck would he send me these? WHAT THE FUCK, JOEY?” My scream causes him to stumble back and he holds up his hands.

“Christ, I don’t know. I mean, these are pictures of him having sex with someone, right?”

“Yes. Did you not see his face?” My eyes fill with tears and his face softens. “Why would he send me these?” I drop to the floor. “Oh, God.” My hands cover my face and I sob as Joey moves around me. I’m expecting him to drop to the floor with me, but he doesn’t. And his voice tells me why.

“Yeah, Reese Carroll please,” he says and I glance up to see him holding the shop phone to his ear.
Oh, fuck.
“I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s in a fucking meeting. Put his ass on the phone now.”

“Joey.” I stand and try to grab the phone out of his hand, which I realize is useless. We’ve been down this road. His eyes widen and I see his jaw twitch.

“You stupid fucking prick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I can’t move and my tears are still falling down my face. I should stop Joey. I can handle my own battles. But right now, I can’t form a single thought in my head.

“Don’t play dumb, Reese. Dylan got your fucking delivery, you fucking asshole.” I stare at the box that’s practically screaming at me on my counter and grab it, dropping it into the trashcan. I feel dirty all of a sudden and have a strong urge to go jump in a bath of hand sanitizer. “What delivery? You fucking know what. Why the fuck would she want to see something like that? Fuck you. Don’t fucking come near her again.” He slams the phone down, his breathing erratic as he turns to me and pulls me into his arms. I cry against him into his chest, letting go and convulsing in violent shakes. My phone begins to ring in my pocket but I ignore it. I know exactly who it is. “Jesus, I’m so sorry.” The shop door swings open and we both turn to see Mrs. Frey walk in. I quickly push away from Joey and wipe away my tears.

“Mrs. Frey. Hi, how are you?” I ask as her eyes search my face.

“Dylan? Oh, sweetie, are you all right? Is this a bad time?” She moves toward the counter and I frantically shake my head.

“No, no, not at all. Umm, boy drama.” She nods in appreciation and smiles at me as I force a friendly expression. “Let me grab your cake.” I walk in the back and pull her cake out of the fridge, placing it on the worktop to give it a final once over. My phone rings again in my pocket and I once again ignore it.
Fuck him.
I open the cake top and glance at my creation. The chocolate peppermint frosting messes with me and the tears come again. “Pull your shit together. You’re at work,” I say to myself quietly. I can’t let this affect my job. I was warned about Reese, multiple times actually. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s my own fucking fault for reacting this way. I quickly close the cake box, plastering on a smile as I walk back up front.

“Here you go. One double chocolate peppermint cake. Happy Anniversary.”

Mrs. Frey beams at me. “Oh, Dylan, it looks lovely. You even scrolled our names on it. Bless you, dear.” She leans in and gives me a quick hug before she waves at Joey and turns to leave.

As soon as the shop door closes, my fake expression drops and I crumble. “Joey, I need a minute.” I quickly run into the back, up the stairs, and hurl myself into my bed.

I’m immediately reminded of waking up with Reese as I wrap myself around my comforter that doesn’t smell like him. However, I do.
I
fucking smell like him. I used to love this comforter, but right now, I hate it. I used to love everything about this bed, but not anymore. Not after last night. Last night was obviously some sort of a fucking joke to him since he decided to remind me ever so sweetly this morning of all his other hook ups.
What were his words? Close to twenty probably? What a whore.
My phone beeps a text message alert in my pocket and I pull it out and chuck it across the room, sending it crashing against my wall. I close my eyes and think back to last night when I hear commotion coming from below me. Familiar commotion.
Shit.

“Reese! Do not fucking go up there!” Joey’s voice screeches and I panic, flinging myself out of my bed and running toward my bathroom as I see his head quickly emerging up my stairs.

“Dylan!” he yells, panicky, but I make it to the bathroom and slam the door, locking it quickly. The door shakes as he pounds on it. “Dylan, what the fuck is going on?”

I back away from the door and sit on the edge of the tub. “Go away, Reese.” The tears sting my cheeks as they stream down at a faster pace. My eyes are locked on the door as it shakes furiously. “Go the fuck away!” I hunch over and cover my ears the best I can.
Where the fuck is Joey?

“Dylan, what happened?” The banging stops. “Please talk to me. I don’t know what delivery you got, but I didn’t send you anything today. I fucking swear to God I didn’t.”
He didn’t send me anything?
But it was in the same box. The white box.

I stand. “You didn’t send me anything?” My broken voice stings my throat.

“No, love, please open the door. I need to see you.” I hear the sound of a light thud and picture Reese dropping his head against the door. My mind scrambles.
If he didn’t send me anything, then who did?
“Dylan?” I quickly wipe under my eyes and turn the lock, opening the door and looking up at him. He immediately grabs me and pulls me into him and I don’t protest. I let him hold me until I remember the pictures, which only takes me a few seconds.

“Let go of me!” I yell and push past him, feeling his hands on my waist and spinning me around.

“Love.”

“No. You may not have sent me those pictures, but someone sure as hell did. I can’t fucking believe this.” The images are burned into my mind and I’m fuming.

“What pictures? What are you talking about?” I go to walk downstairs, hearing Joey’s voice and someone else’s, but Reese holds on to me.

“Let go of me and I’ll fucking show you.”

He does, but not before I hear him mutter something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like
drives me crazy
.

I march into the bakery and see Ian pinning a very red-faced Joey against the wall. “Jesus Christ. Let him go, Ian.” He does and Joey shoves him hard before turning toward me.

“Are you all right?” he asks, flicking a glare toward Reese who has followed close behind me.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” I reach into the trash and pull out the box, thrusting it into Reese’s chest. “So glad I got to see these. Really made my fucking day.” I walk over to Joey and make sure he’s okay.

Ian walks up to us both. “Sorry, man. I just needed to give my boy a chance to talk to his girl and knew you wouldn’t let him.”

Joey smoothes out his shirt. “You’re lucky you’re marrying one of my best friends; otherwise, I would have hurled you through that window. Asshole.”

“Fuck,” Reese says and we all turn to him and see him fishing through the box. “That fucking bitch. Dylan, I’m so sorry you saw these.” He moves closer to me and I step back, putting my hand up to stop him.

“Who sent them?” I ask sternly. His eyes flick to Ian and I move in closer. “Reese, who the fuck sent these to me?”

He swallows loudly. “The girl I was last…”

“Fucking?” Joey fills in.

Reese nods.

“Classy,” Joey adds.

Ian’s eyes widen. “Shit, man. I knew she was pissed that you fired her, but I guess she was way past pissed. And clearly unstable. Fuck.”
Fired her? Oh, please don’t tell me.

I shake my head and feel all three pairs of eyes on me. I rub my temples. “Let me guess, bitchy redheaded receptionist?” Reese and Ian’s eyes both react the same way. I run my hands down my face. “Wow, nice, Reese. Have you fucked every girl in your office or do you just have a thing for the ones who give your current hook up access to you?” He doesn’t answer that and it’s probably for the best. I can feel my blood pressure boiling and I want to hit something. I need to hit something. “One of you better fucking volunteer or I’m slapping all three of you.”