CHAPTER SEVEN

RHYS

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I never expected our game to last forever. It wasn't even supposed to go as far as it has. I only followed her into that chatroom to talk. That's it. I just wanted to ask her why she was avoiding me. What I did. If I hurt her ... scared her.

After that night in the parlor, I could barely get her to stay in a room with me. She wouldn't look at me. Didn't even acknowledge that I existed. Then, she packed her things and moved and not even in the same town.

She moved three cities over.

I'm pretty sure if she wasn't close to our parents, she would have left the country.

That chatroom was my only connection to her. The only way I could still have her in my life, and maybe that makes me pathetic, but I don't care.

Addie's mine.

She's been mine from the moment she came into my life at ten years old. Maybe not intimately, but she was my best friend. She encouraged me, stayed with me. She knew all my secrets and I knew hers. We were there for every one of the other's firsts.

We were inseparable.

Then she walked in with that game, and everything changed. I lost her and I don't know what I did.

She's in the kitchen when I return. The music is a low hum coming from the radio. She's swaying slightly in time while flipping through the menu. She glances up when I stop in the doorway and smiles the way she hasn't given the real me in years.

"Want to order pizza with extra cheese?"

I feel my grin that she can't see and move to pull her into my arms. My face drops to the curve of her neck, and I nuzzle the pulse. The satin texture of her flesh rubs against mine as I lift her up. Addie loops her legs around my hips.

It burns how badly I want to tell her how much I love her. That no matter what she thinks, I will never leave her.

"You were in the bathroom for five minutes," she teases. "You can't have missed me that much."

"I have been empty without you for years," I confess.

"Atticus." Her arms tighten around my shoulders.

I cup her ass and squeeze. Addie giggles and I smile as I set her down again.

"Food. Then I want to sit with you and count every freckle on your body with my lips."

She bites her bottom lip and touches my chest. Her hands splay across my breast plates. My own eyes are drawn to her firm tits sitting proud on her chest. The nipples, pink and swollen in the comfortable temperature of the room.

I tease them. I pinch them and roll them until Addie is pushing them into my palms and I find myself sucking them, taking them between my teeth and flicking my tongue.

I've been careful not to fuck her after our conversation earlier this morning, but the way she's wrapping both hands around my cock and pumping, I'm having a hard time focusing.

"Did you like cumming in my ass?" she whispers into my ear, fingers tight, jerking faster.

Double fisted.

"Yes," I growl.

"Did you like fucking me with another cock?"

I raise my head to search her face, her hungry expression.

"Yes."

A thick stream of liquid pools at the head of my penis and Addie sweeps her thumb over it. She smears it around the fat head.

"Will you share me with another man?"

I freeze.

My head jerks up to find her already watching me.

"Do you want me to share you?"

Her lashes drop to the task of her hands. She gathers another dribble of pre-cum but brings it to her own mouth. She purses her lips around the digit and sucks. But doesn't answer the question.

I back my baby back into the counter and tuck a hand between her thighs.

Addie moans as I finger her, matching her strokes over my cock.

"Why?" I press her quietly, adding a second, a third finger and making her groan loudly and push into my palm. My free hand closes around her slender neck, forcing her head back. "Do you want another cock, dimples? Do you want to get railed from both ends? Do you want another man pounding your pussy while I fuck your ass?"

She's getting so wet. Her slit flutters around the fingers impaling her. Her grip on my dick trembles.

"I ... I..." she pauses to lick her lips. "Yes ... no," she breathes at last, green eyes peering up into my hooded face. "I don't want anyone else."

But I hear the slight lie in her whisper and my brows furrow. Was there another guy? When? How? If I wasn't following her home, she was on the phone with me. Where would she have met another man?

But I can tell there is something ... someone on her mind.

"Who do you have in mind?"

My little brat licks her lips again but avoids my eyes.

"I don't have anyone in mind. I was just curious."

I let it slide for now. Part of my brain prickles with the question if she means me. The real me. Not the guy in the mask, but the man she's trying to run from.

The notion is hilarious in the most unfunny way.

Still, I let her keep her secret, but my mind churns as we work together to make supper — a bland mix of beans, rice and leaves; there's a lot of boiling involved and zero seasoning. I watch Addie move around the kitchen, hair floating down her naked back. I love that she's unabashed about her nudity. I love how comfortable she is in her body, her skin.

Her wants and desires.

I love that she tells me what she wants, that she's so fucking open and vocal when I fuck her. I love that she trusts me not to hurt her.

Sure, there's a lot she hasn't told me. A lot she thinks she's keeping from me, but I've known Addie for ten fucking years. I know her better than I know myself. She's been my twin flame from the moment I met her.

It just took me longer to realize it. To see what I had right there living across the hall from me.

Fuck if I know when it hit me that I loved her.

That's a lie.

It was somewhere between driving to Cory Cornwell's house and walking away with his blood dripping off my busted fists. It was on the drive back home, my hands barely closing around the wheel. It was walking into the house and getting ambushed by a mane of thick, dark hair and the sweet scent of honeysuckle.

It was that exact moment, as I pulled her tight into my arms that I realized she was mine. I just had no idea what I was supposed to do about it. Addie wasn't the girls at school. I couldn't just ask her out for pizza. Plus, there was the matter of our parents, the town, our families. Loving Addie wasn't simple, but nothing was going to change my mind.

"Bean paste it is."

I blink and look down at the pot I'm supposed to be watching to find most of the beans have liquefied and the water is a dark, murky burgundy.

"Shit!" I jerk the pot off, but I know it's too late.

Addie chuckles from next to me. "Might make the rice taste better."

I exhale heavily that feels thick and suffocating through the mask. I hate the damn thing, but I know it won't be for much longer.

After supper, I take Addie's hand and lead her out onto the back patio. She fidgets slightly getting her flip flops on, but she follows me through the night, along the curving cobblestone path. Dusk is thick, a heavy navy barely held at bay by the elegant lampposts guiding us to a bubbling fountain at the heart of the garden.

"It's so beautiful here," Addie says, sucking in a breath. "It reminds me of home."

Home's better, I want to tell her.

Home is a wild sea of forest we explored for hours as children. Home is our lake where I taught her how to swim, how to row a boat. Home is her room across from mine, her seat across from mine at the table, her place on the love seat next to me.

This is nothing like home.

But I take her to the wooden bench tucked between two bushes and I sit. I pull Addie around and down over my erection. Her walls encompass me greedily as she takes me to the hilt and reclines her back against my chest.

"Feet up," I instruct.

She kicks her sandals off and anchors her heels into the edges of the bench on either side of my knees. Her knees part without prompting to allow my hand between them.

I grin into the side of her face at her anticipation. "I'm not letting you cum, dimples. You're going to fuck my cock until I fill your hole, but you are going to wait. You're just my little cum dump."

Her head falls back against my shoulder with a groan of pleasure and desperation. Her cunt squeezes me, the walls soaked.

I finger the exposed bundle of nerves bared for the world. I flick it quick and steady, enjoying her writhing.

"Whose face do you want here?" I coax into her ear.

"What?" she pants.

I roll her clit under my thumb. "Licking your pussy while I fuck you. Whose face?"

"Atticus."

"Who else, dimples? Who do you want in your mouth when I'm pounding in your ass?" I add pressure to my fingers and Addie bucks with a gasp. "Who do you want licking your cunt after I've kept you face down on our bed, ass up all day just to pump my cum in you over and over again? Whose face do you want to squat over and drip into his mouth—"

"Atticus!" With a panicked cry, Addie cums.

I realize a little too late I went too far. It's my fault. I lost myself in the fantasy.

"Well, that's unfortunate," I say when Addie slumps against my chest, wheezing. "I had hours of torture planned for you."

Addie laughs incredulously. "Hours?"

I'm back at her clit, teasing all over again. "Hours."

We take a shower. Mainly she does. I keep the mask on. It's horrible. Uncomfortable and distracting, and it's fucking sweaty as fuck, but a necessary evil.

When I carry her to bed, I spread her perfectly, beautifully across the center of the mattress. I pull the tethers out and position her arms straight over her head. Her legs I hook under the knees and pull back to the headboard so her every hole is exposed and available. Spread open and wet, completely at my mercy.

Her body, my forbidden playground.

And, God, I'm barely keeping it together. I'm kneeling over the buffet being offered to me, my mouth is watering.

"Tell me what you want." I circle her hole with the tip of a finger. I push in to one knuckle before pulling up and around her clit. "Tell me how you want me to play with her."

Addie lowers her gaze to my cock and the shameless way she licks her lips makes me chuckle.

"You'll be getting him regardless."

"Slow. I want to beg you to fuck me."

It's the one we haven't done. Each time was fast and hard, and violent. I'm not sure I know how to fuck her slow, but I roll the bottom of my mask over my chin and mouth. The material is damp from the shower, but unimportant as I begin the intricate process of driving her crazy, taking my time nipping and sucking my way up her inner thighs, getting so close to her junction only to draw away. I pull around her spread lips and work up to her navel.

Addie groans her displeasure but goes quiet when I press my palms onto her thighs and spread my fingers into her sweet flesh. My thumbs curve in along the seam on either side of her pussy.

I squeeze just slightly. Not enough. Her hips lift into my hold but I'm already moving up over her hip bones, following the curve of her waist. My lips are counting her ribs, leading up to the underside of her breasts.

I bite the spongy mound. I sink my teeth into that soft, pink flush. I mark her. A stain on her flawless body to remember this.

Remember us and how fucking good we are together.

Addie cries out but doesn't stop me. But she's watching me with a haze of unfiltered desire as I flick a tongue over the rosy bud. Her lips part in a silent moan. She's gripping the tethers with white knuckles and trembling limbs.

I suck her nipple. I graze it with my teeth. I nip hard and soothe with my tongue. Addie's a whimpering mess of motion begging for even a breath of friction on her pussy.

"Start begging," I tell her, moving to the other tit and starting over. "Beg for my cock, dimples. Tell me how much you want it stretching your cunt. Beg me to fill you with my cum."

She gives a violent shudder that arches her spine. Her legs thrash, spreading wide around my hips as if trying to reach the cock dangling over her wet mound.

Her scent is thick and musky filling the room. It's potent. A heady fragrance I want to bottle and carry with me everywhere.

"Fuck me. Please. I need your cock."

I click my tongue. "That's not what I said." Her throat muscles flex with her heavy swallow as I begin my journey down once more. "Beg. Beg to get my cock. Beg to let me use your cunt. Beg to be my filthy, little cum whore."

"Oh God! Fuck!" Her entire body convulses beneath me as if I'd dropped a lit match onto her flesh. She twists her eyes closed as if in pain. The headboard groans with the strain of her arms. "Say that again. Tell me again," she pants, eyes snapping open to find me.

She's trembling so hard the bed is vibrating.

I let the corner of my mouth snake up into a smirk. "Which part?"

She wheezes around a gasp. "Call me your whore again."

My chuckle is dark, predatory. I don't even recognize it. "You're my dirty fucking whore, Addie. My cum whore."

I realize my slip, but she doesn't. She's too far gone to fathom anything but my torture.

"Shit!"

I work my way down her grinding torso to her soaked apex.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me she's mine. Only mine."

"Yours. I swear. Only yours. I don't want anyone else."

I part her lips, not at all surprised by the slippery state of her swollen cunt.

"When can I have her?"

"Anytime. Whenever you want."

I smirk as I run the flat of my tongue up her entire sex, cleaning her juices with a single sweep.

Addie bows practically in two when I dance around her clit. The headboard rattles.

"Fuck, please. Please. Use me. I want to be your whore."

I suck lightly at her hip bone while I consider her request. I wonder if she will still feel the same once the mask comes off. I wonder how this will play out at family dinners, but that's a later problem.

I move up over her and claim her sweet lips. My tongue still coated with her essence sweeps between the folds and I feel her guttural moan all the way through my skeleton. I never want it to end. I'm drowning in her taste, her little sounds as she matches my need for more.

I keep her pinned under me, keep her lips hostage, her moans only mine as I enter her with a maddening slowness that nearly capsizes my sanity. Addie's sob fills my throat as her body clamps down around me and drags me deeper.

"Fuck, you feel so good, dimples. So, fucking perfect."

"Don't stop," she gasps.

Our movements are fluid. A beautiful choreography of two people who have done this a million times. Who know when to move and dip, to kiss and touch. We're not fucking. This is deeper, a super charge of passion I can feel to my toes.

"I'm cumming," Addie whispers against my mouth, her body tense, thighs trembling. "Take your mask off. I want to see your face. Please."

My heart claps wildly in my chest, a panicked pounding that rattles through me, but I obey. I give her what she wants.

With my cock buried deep in her wet, rippling heat, I reach up and drag the hood off.