Page 33 of A Little Luck
Of course, I know the code, but I don’t know if I can actually sleep in Adam’s bed. Sitting in my car in front of the courthouse square, I weigh my options: my place with no water, Mom’s crazy house, or Adam’s empty one.
The answer is obvious. The question is can I handle it?
In the dim light, I see my fingers tremble as I text back.
Tell Aiden thanks. I know it.
Britt
We’ve got a lot to talk about tomorrow.
Meet me at the distillery.
No matter what’s happening, Cass’s wedding is only a week away, and I won’t be the one to let her down. I toss my phone onto the passenger’s seat of my car and drive the short distance to Adam’s one-bedroom cottage, down the street from his mother’s rambling old home.
I’m sure his brothers have been checking on the place while he’s been away, but it’s strange being here without him. For whatever reason, I don’t park in the driveway. Instead, I leave my car on the road, grabbing my bag and locking the door.
The cool breeze blows the scent of pine straw around me as I follow the sidewalk to the house. Going around back, a yellow light flickers warmly from the antique lamppost behind a trickling fountain. A keypad is beside the door, and I quickly type in his father’s birthday.
The lock slides open, and I step inside the dim house. Amber night-lights lead down the hall to his bedroom, and when I inhale, my stomach tightens at his scent still faint in the air, sandalwood and cedar.
Can I do this?
I suppose I could sleep on the couch and avoid being in his bed. Only…
Slipping out of my shoes at the door, my feet are quiet on the soft pine floors. I go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and I notice a picture of Ryan and me on the refrigerator. It’s from a few years ago, when Ryan was in second grade.
I’m holding him, and he’s standing on a skateboard. Adam was teaching him, and my heart squeezes. I trace a finger down the image, thinking of him looking at this photo every morning, having his coffee.I miss you…
Swallowing back the longing, I take the glass of water and walk to the room where he sleeps. His California king-sized bed is neatly made with a dark gray comforter and plaid flannel sheets. It’s enormous, and I realize I’ll be lost in this bed.
Placing my bag behind the door, I glance at the clock to see it’s after eleven. The toilet came crashing down after dinner, then we spent an hour cleaning up and trying to find someone to come all the way out to Eureka on a Friday night.
No luck there, but I wasn’t surprised. When have I ever been lucky?
Everyone is finally settled, and exhaustion is hitting me hard. I step over to a leather armchair and strip out of my jeans and shirt. I unfasten my bra, and hesitate in front of his dresser.
Pulling my lip between my teeth, I open the top drawer and look inside. His warm scent is stronger in his folded clothes, this time mixed with a fresh linen scent. I slide my fingers over tank tops, socks, and T-shirts.
Taking out a white tee, I pull it over my naked torso, then walk to his king-sized bed, pulling back the blankets at one corner. I don’t disturb the entire bed. I slip carefully between the sheets, pulling a soft pillow to my cheek.
Of course, I picked the side he must sleep on, because I’m surrounded in a cocoon of Adam. Closing my eyes, it’s like I’m lying in his arms, and I reach for another pillow, hugging it to my chest.
Pressing my face into it, I inhale more of him, rubbing my cheek side to side, pretending it’s his chest, his shirt. With my eyes tightly shut, I wrap my legs around the long pillow and pretend.
He wraps strong arms around my waist. His full lips touch the side of my neck, and a shiver tingles down my arms. Calloused palms glide over my waist, moving around to the small of my back, and a heartbeat is in my pussy.
Sucking my lip into my mouth, I relive our last kiss, intense and passionate. I thread my fingers in his hair and pull him closer. I tell him I love him, and he rolls me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress.
Plunging deep inside, he drives harder, faster, giving us both what we’ve wanted so long. My thighs tighten around the pillow, and I rock my hips against it. It’s not enough, so I slide my hand between them and massage, circling faster as I imagine him above me, thrusting and moaning.
I’m in the middle of the bed now, rubbing my clit. I imagine him turning me over, plunging in from behind. I feel his muscled stomach quivering, the lines in his throat shifting with a swallow. Heat and wetness flood my core, and with a shudder, I come to the fantasy of his body thrusting against mine, finishing deep inside me.
CHAPTER8
ADAM
I’m asleep in the backseat of the car when the ride-share pulls into my driveway. My flight arrived after midnight, and I didn’t want to bother my brothers or anyone else to pick me up at the airport in Savannah. Still, I couldn’t keep my eyes open for the long drive to Eureka.