Blended (Redemption #1) (19 page)

The jet is stunning, designed in dark wood paneling and white leather seats with maroon accents around the interior. Everything feels extravagant when I’m around Wade as if this air of luxury follows him around constantly.

This is not
normal.

I went from wanting sex with a normal dick to being on a private jet without sex. I won’t say that I haven’t brought on my own orgasm more than twice a day since I said that I would be exclusive with him, but he still hasn’t touched me—not since his hands roamed all over me in the shower.

I’m desperate for it, though. Anxious to fuck. I want to drown out the pain and stress of my past with sinking down on a dick and riding the hell out of it. It’s the only thing that works for me to get away from the demons in my head.

To say that I crave the man sitting next to me is an understatement because it’s much more than that: it’s a physical and mental need that I have to have met now that I’m
his
. He should be simplifying my life and my needs with being a constant, but he’s like water, slipping through my fingers.

I haven’t slept in the same bed with him since I had that cold because of how busy he’s been. I’m not looking for love: it’s inconvenient, consuming, and pointless. I’ve only agreed to be his in the sense of fucking him and only him because I don’t think that I’ll be able to take another cock without thinking about what he would feel like.

Deep down, though, I know that I’m lying to myself, but I allow myself to believe my own lies for now.

I look over at him after looking out of the window. I tried to distance myself after Isla made those comments about my interrupting their trip. I really don’t have a problem with her, but I think she might hinder any sexual activities that could occur on this trip.

I just want his hands on my body and his lips roaming over my burning skin. I sneak a glance at Isla, and she’s passed out for the moment. I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up before straddling his lap. His eyes open, sleep filling them, but I can see the blizzard that he tries to hide from me. I can see his hard, cold need for me in those ocean-blue eyes. He’s my
vitamin sea
. I need him to maintain my health: my emotional, mental, and physical wellbeing.

“Rye,” he says with a raspy voice. It’s the sexiest sound.

“Shh.”

I run my hands over the back of his hair as his hands drift to my hips, settling me against him. Once he’s content with my position, he splays a hand at the small of my back to keep me in place as his cock hardens against my pussy.

My heart flutters and I’m completely unprepared when he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. He torments me with his lips brushing against my neck and across my shoulder. He makes his way back up to my jaw, which sends tingles of desire through my core until his lips finally find mine. Lust blooms in the place of desire as I circle my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss against his hungry mouth. His mouth is warm, and the caress of his tongue against mine is far more wanton than what he’s shown me before.

This kiss. It’s a promise to me that he’ll soon be burying himself in me, claiming me.

Warmth radiates between my legs as his rigid cock presses against my clit again. I stare at his seaside eyes the moment our lips part. Those perfectly soft lips of his have stolen my words and have coaxed a shiver to run down the length of my spine.

His hands move over my back, and I shut my eyes in preparation for another kiss filled with euphoric bliss. He captures my lips again, and pure, raw elation washes over me. He tastes like crisp fall air, spice, and whiskey. His hand moves up and clasps gently into the back of my hair, holding my lips to his.

The confidence that he bestows upon me is one of the few reasons why I’m trying this for him. I open my mouth against his firm lips, and his tongue takes full advantage of the move. The kiss changes from rough and hard to a soothing one. One that is slow, inexorable.

The kiss lingers between us for a few moments until he shifts sideways to look at me. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, making me squirm on his lap.

“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? Ever since the first time I saw you in the elevator in Vegas, I haven’t been able to think of anything but burying my face between these thighs of yours and eating you until you lose control again and again. You’re intoxicating, Rye.”

The current between us burns me as he moves his hands to my thighs.

“I know the feeling, Whiskey.”

“I’ll be making you mine on this trip. Truly mine when I take what I’ve wanted to take over three weeks ago.”

I start to quiver in his lap just thinking about him penetrating me and sending me to a much-needed vaginal orgasm. I don’t know if my emotions are capable of handling what will happen between us afterward, but I cannot deny myself.

“You need to understand that I won’t fuck you just for pleasure. I’m going to fuck you to build this relationship and keep our souls content. I want it to be adventurous and a hit to your addiction that you won’t be able to get over. This won’t just be for fun; it will be to show you just how I feel about you.” His eyes never stray from mine as he tells me this.

“That sounds . . . intriguing.”

“I’m sure it does. Aside from my taking what belongs to me on this trip, I want you to accompany me to a few social events that I will need to attend.”

I glance over at Isla and frown. “I thought that she would be going with you.”

“I’d prefer to have my girlfriend on my arm, but if you’d rather not attend, then I can take her.”

Girlfriend?
I decide not to question him, but I let the word soak in while I get lost in his gaze.

“Oh. No, I want to go, but won’t she be upset?”

“No, she prefers the beach and bikinis to my high-society functions.”

“If she doesn’t want to go, then I would really like to attend something with your fancy-ass.”

He chuckles and kisses me innocently before lifting me off of his lap and standing. “Good. Can I get you a whiskey?”

“Please. A rye if you have it.”

“Mmm, I’ve got all the Rye I need right here, baby,” he says, and he wraps his arms around my waist and presses his lips to mine again.

Isla clears her throat, and I quickly stop kissing him and glance over at her. I’m sure that I am the deepest shade of crimson. A sure-fire thing. I have no doubt about it, considering my cheeks feel like I’m burning under her gaze.

“I’ll take a rye too, please, Brass.”

“I think I’ll hog all of the Rye,” he says playfully while he lowers his hand to my ass.

Why the hell am I blushing like it’s going to wreck me? Holy shit. This man does something to me, and I’m not sure if it’s even natural.

Wade lets me go before walking across the cabin to pour three tumblers of whiskey and handing one to each of us.

“Hey Hadley?” she says as she takes a drink. “I want to apologize for being a bitch earlier. I’m just not used to having to share my best friend is all.”

I’m almost positive that my face has gone from a deep blush to a pale ghost white. “Uhm, it’s okay. Thank you for apologizing.”

“Sure thing. If I’m going to be stuck with your cute ass for the week, then I might as well get used to you now.”

I half-smile as Wade brings his arm around my waist. “I suppose that we are.”

He kisses the back of my head, and I relax into his touch, leaning a little closer to him, wondering what comes next in this relationship.

She smiles at the two of us. “You know . . . as much as I’m a bitch and I will probably continue to fight this relationship you two have . . . you do kind of look good together.”

He spins me around in his arms and locks them around me as I look up at him. He seems content and relaxed. “Come,” he says as he leads me to the back of the plane. “We need to adjust our bodies to the different time zone.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. We need to sleep in order to do so.”

“I’m not really someone who can sleep on a plane. Where are we going?”

“To the bedroom. Isla, are you good with the pull-out in here?”

“I sure am. ‘Night, you two.”

“’Night,” he says to her, and I notice that his speech is different around her. He’s not the billionaire and fancy-ass when he’s around Isla, and it makes me smile, knowing that there is something more behind his CEO façade. Sure, I’ve seen bits of it, but I don’t think that he has completely turned off his demanding CEO role around me as of yet.

We walk into the bedroom at the back of the jet, and it’s a lot more spacious than I thought it would be. I sit down at the end of the bed and watch as he undresses and hands me the shirt he was just wearing.

I take it willingly and see it as my cue to undress as well. I do so and fold my clothes, placing them on the side table before slipping his shirt on, not caring to button it up as I get under the sheets. He’s already in the bed and reaches for the light switch once I get settled.

“Tell me something that no one else knows about you.”

“Right now?”

“I don’t see why not,” he says as he reaches for my hand under the sheets.

“Uhm . . . my . . . uh, my mother killed herself when I was ten,” I say softly, “but I don’t think that counts, considering Lola knows.”

“It does, yet doesn’t. You owe me another then.”

His arms come around me as he shifts to my side of the bed.

“Okay. I’ve never been outside of the United States before.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy being your first, Hadley.”

“For some reason, I really don’t doubt that for one second.”

He basically attacks me and rolls me onto my back as his body moves over mine. He seems to know that once he kisses my neck, I will crumple underneath him because it’s the first thing that his lips touch when he brings them down to my skin. One of his hands slides down to my waist as his lips move up and along my jaw.

His fingers trail down the side of my ribcage, and I’m suddenly ecstatic that I didn’t button up his shirt. I can hardly bear it as he caresses me, slowly and gently. He’s been making me wait for what seems like an eternity before he’ll touch me. He’s the only one that will be able to quench the thirst he has instilled throughout my body.

“You taste so good, Hads.”

“Wade . . . please.”

“Mmm. You know that I’ll put you first, and that’s what I’m going to do. I know you need me, but I’m not willing to strip you down bare yet. Not sexually anyway. When I have you away from the States I will, because you won’t have anywhere to run but back to me.”

“I wouldn’t run, Wade. You have to know that.”

“You can prove it to me when I finally sink into you.”

I moan at the thought of him inside of me and shift underneath him, looking for some kind of pressure to relieve the ache between my legs.

“I know, gorgeous. Resisting you has been the hardest thing I’ve done. You’re a temptress and one with my name written on your skin.”

“Please, just . . .” I plead with him, needing to feel more than what my heart is expelling, which is turning out to be more than I am able to handle.

“You haven’t begged me for anything in a while, Rye. Why? Is it because you’re accepting the fact that I won’t give it to you unless you give me what I want from you?”

My body reacts to his movements as his fingers burn my skin, riling me up even more than I already am. “What do you want?”

“I want to break you.”

I go still at his words. He didn’t even hesitate to say them. “What do you mean?”

“It’s obvious that the only way I will be able to hold onto you is by breaking you first, and I think I’m more than halfway there. You’re so quiet lately, and you’ve kept that dirty mouth that I like so much in check. But as much as I like it, I need to break this sexual addiction you seem to have before it screws us both over.”

“How did you figure me out?”

“It takes one to know one, to see another struggle with the same invisible illness, Hadley.”

His words pull me from his spell, making my body still underneath his touch. His surprise admission has me startled. I can hear the truth behind his words.

“I didn’t know,” I confess.

“I know you didn’t, which is why I’m telling you. I’ve fought through it body, mind, and soul. The addiction shows no mercy to anyone, and it becomes everything you breathe for and more. It changes you into someone that you no longer recognize and without its control, you easily fall into what you’re trying to hide from.”