Outside the Lines (20 page)

“Good night, Adri.”

“Night.”

I disconnect and just stare at my phone for a minute before putting it down and cleaning up my mess. Who would have known?

When I get home, I stick my head in Lee and Sherm's door to check on them. Sherm is in his bed, and Burn is lying across his middle. They're both sound asleep. When I glance at Lee, she's scrunched against the wall as though she's trying to get away from Crash, who's sprawled on the foot of her bed.

I climb in bed, but I can't sleep. I'm too wired. Thoughts of a petite blonde, naked underneath me, have invaded my head and set up camp. I lie and watch as the pink light of sunrise overruns my room hours later. Finally, I throw my sheet aside as bright sunlight starts to bake me. I need to run off this insane desire to drive to Adri's house right this second and fuck her senseless.

I'm just stepping out my door, trying not to wake anyone, when I hear a “What the—” followed by a thud. When I throw open Lee's door, she's untangling herself from the twist of sheets that have come over the bed onto the floor with her, grumbling to herself as Crash jumps on her and barks.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

She glares at me. “This stupid dog has attached itself to me.” She manages to untangle herself from the sheets and stands. “I don't want a stupid dog, Rob. I told you I wasn't going to take care of it. That means it's not sleeping in my bed.”

“He,” I tell her, “not it.”

She glares at me as Sherm sits up and rubs his eyes.

“Go back to sleep, buddy,” she tells him, leans over his bed, pulls his sheet around him. “It's Sunday.”

There's a tightening in my chest. No school. I don't have an excuse to see Adri today.

Sherm nestles back into his pillow. I head to the beach, where I run and try to get my priorities straight. Because getting revenge on the Savocas seems to have slipped from the top of the list.

*   *   *

When I drop Sherm at school on Monday, I don't shy away from the classroom. Adri looks amazing, in a snug pink sweater and a shortish black pencil skirt. Her hair is down and her cheeks are pink and, Christ, I want to fuck her. Making it happen is all I've been able to think about since our foray into phone sex on Saturday night. My plan is slowly coming together.

Once I get Sherm settled, I pass by her desk on my way out. “Are you free Saturday afternoon?” I ask under my breath.

Her wide eyes flick to mine, then Sherm, and she nods.

“Good.”

She shudders as I brush past her and I smile. I've got a job in Tampa on Friday, but Saturday is all hers.

When I get home, I print out the flyer and leave it on the table, where Sherm usually does his homework. It's low, even for me, but he really wants to do this. If he asks Lee, I know she won't say no.

I run on the beach for longer than usual and try to work off some of this anticipation, but it's useless. I shower and leave early to pick Sherm up, just to be closer to her.

I'm coming into the middle of town when I catch sight of the police car in my rearview mirror. I'd swear I saw one cross the intersection at the end of our street. Has he been following me?

I take a random turn. He turns too. I loop back toward school. The cop traces my path. Just as I cross back to the road that leads to campus, his blues flash on.

Fuck.

I pull over, wait as he gets out of his car and approaches my passenger window—the same cop who's been to the house twice now.

He leans down, peers cautiously in my open window. “License and registration.”

My Glock is in the glove box, right on top of the envelope with the registration. Even though my permit to carry it came through last week, I feel like flashing it around for this guy wouldn't be a good move.

I reach toward my pocket. He holds up a hand. “Slowly, son.”

I pull out my wallet, fish out the Florida license that says I'm someone I'm not. I hold it up between my index and middle fingers, and he reaches for it.

“I'm not sure if I've got my registration card,” I say, opening the console between the seats.

When he stands to look over my license, I crack open the glove box and toss some McDonald's napkins over the Glock, then fish the envelope out from under it and close it fast.

I flick the registration out from between the title and insurance paperwork and hand it to him as he ducks back down.

“Where did you reside before moving to Port St. Mary?”

“What does that have to do with my driving?”

“Just answer the question, son,” he says, his hand lowering to where he's got his sidearm holstered.

I could. All I have to say is Philadelphia and it would check out, get him off my back. But I'm pissed. When I'm pissed, I always push back. “Why did you pull me over?”

“You ran a stop sign back there,” he says, gesturing vaguely behind us with a wave of his arm.

“I didn't run—” But I realize arguing isn't going to get me anywhere. This has nothing to do with my driving. “Then write me the ticket.”

“Where did you move here from?” he pushes as if I hadn't said anything.

“Again, what does that have to do with my driving?”

He pulls a ticket pad off his belt. “In some states they don't take the rules of the road as seriously as we do here in our little town.”

He scribbles some things on the pad, tears the ticket off and hands it to me with my license and registration. “The payment and appeal process is outlined on the back.”

I take it from him and bite back my reply. It wouldn't help my cause.

“The eyes of the law are everywhere, son. Keep that in mind.” He backs away, climbs in his car, follows me the rest of the way to school.

I don't go in, even though I'd wanted to. When the kids start coming out, the cop finally takes off.

I load Sherm in and go straight to the house. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I swear I catch a cop in my rearview twice on the way home.

Adri

Dad's always been overprotective, but this is a whole new level of crazy. He's started insisting I tell him where I'm going every time I leave the house. It makes me wonder if he knows I snuck out the other night.

Or maybe he heard me having phone sex with Rob.

Rob's younger siblings have chartered a shark boat. Sherm has been beside himself, talking about it nonstop since Thursday. Everyone's going but Rob.

That gives Rob and me three hours alone at his house.

Three hours for him to fuck me properly.

I don't know what's gotten into me. Phone sex. Talking dirty. Rob just brings it all out in me. All I know is it's been two weeks since the beach, and we've barely kissed. I'm ravenous for him, and this afternoon I plan on eating him alive. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Who would have guessed the heart of an insatiable sex addict beats inside my virgin chest?

I breathe deeply and move to the living room, where Dad's watching his Saturday afternoon fishing show. I'm already a horrible liar. If I don't calm down, I'm going to totally give myself away.

“Hey, Daddy. Chuck says that last part for Frank is in, so I'm going over to the garage.”

He looks up at me. “When will you be home?”

He never would have asked me that before.

“By dinner.”

He gives me a slow nod, then his expression softens and he stands. “You know an old man worries about his daughter.”

I move to him and give him a hug, feeling sudden, overwhelming guilt for lying to him. “I know, Dad. I love you.”

“I love you too, punkin.”

He lets me go and I back toward the door. “See you later.”

“Be safe.”

I hurry to the T-Bird and make myself drive the speed limit. When I pull up to the end of Rob's driveway, the blue Lumina is parked near the house. I debate for a second where I should park, and decide to leave my car in the road.

Rob is sprawled over a rattan love seat on the porch when I walk up. “Thought you might have changed your mind.”

I shake my head, because words are failing me. He's so gorgeous, and now, he's going to be mine.

A shot of adrenaline charges my bloodstream as he stands slowly and stalks to where I am, on the stairs. He takes my hand and pulls me up the last one. A slow, cocky smile tugs at his mouth as he wraps me in his arms. I stretch up on my tiptoes and loop my hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. His hands slide under my butt, and he lifts me so I'm straddling his hips.

His kiss is insistent, with an urgency I've never felt in it before. He devours my mouth like it's his last meal.

And there's no mistaking the erection pressing into my sweet spot through his jeans. My inner muscles contract, as if reaching for him through the fabric. I've never needed anything the way I need him and it scares me. But it also thrills me. I wonder if this is the rush addicts feel when they get their fix, because I'm totally hooked on this incredible man.

We're through the door and up the stairs before his mouth leaves mine. His room is small, with a dresser and double bed. He sets me on the bed and pulls off my sandals, then glides his hands up my legs. They slip under my skirt, and before I've even said hello, my panties are in a wad on the wooden floor.

He starts with my left foot, taking my big toe into his mouth and sucking. When that magic tongue swirls over it, I moan.

He smiles that cocky smile and sucks on my pinky toe before kissing his way to my ankle.

“You taste better than anything I've ever had,” he says, his voice rough. “Like honey on my tongue.”

He sucks and nips his way up the inside of my calf and thigh, then lifts my skirt and spreads my legs. His eyes stay on mine as he leans down and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. All the muscles in my groin contract hard, sending an intense rush through my whole body. I am definitely addicted. I will never get enough of this.

“Oh, God,” I cry when he closes his mouth over me and sucks, and I almost lose myself in the sensation, but I gather my willpower and lift his head by the hair. “You're supposed to fuck me.”

“When I'm good and ready,” he says with a cocky grin.

He takes my hand out of his hair and sucks on my fingers, and I find out they're hardwired to my groin when little bolts of lightning shoot through me. He licks and kisses up my arm to my breasts and works his magic there before nipping at my throat and finally settling an earth-moving kiss over my mouth.

Then, finally, he sits back and tugs his T-shirt over his head.

God, he's beautiful. My eyes follow the tanned lines of his cut pecs and eight-pack abs to the bulge that's straining against the zipper of his jeans.

“Should we . . . the blinds?” I ask with a glance at his window.

He shakes his head, and his gaze burns down into mine. “I like the light. I don't want to miss anything.”

He stands and unzips his jeans, and I instantly know he's commando, because the first thing I see is rigid purple flesh.

He leaves his jeans on and climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.

I pull myself up to kneel in front of him and just stare in awe for a long heartbeat at his pulsing erection, pointing at me as though it's claiming me. He takes my hand and wraps it around his thick shaft. It's harder than I expect, like satin over steel, when I glide my hand down the length of him. He's so thick that, again, the mechanics flash through my head. But any concern is forgotten with the ripple in my groin when he groans his appreciation.

His fingertips trickle over my breasts and stomach, setting my blood on fire, and one hand slips between my legs. I feel like I'm about to climb out of my skin when his deft fingers find my clit and press. They slick deeper through my folds, and when he sinks two fingers inside, sparklers go off in my belly, and I tip my head back and moan.

“Are you ready to be rightly and properly fucked, Miss Wilson?”

I've wanted this for so long. I'm dripping for him—dying for him. “God, yes,” I breathe.

He lays me back on the bed and reaches for a condom on the nightstand. I watch him squeeze the air out of the tip and fix it in place. He positions himself on top of me and his eyes burn with an inferno that matches the one inside my belly. His fingers lace into mine as he lowers his weight, and I spread my legs wider for him. My heart pounds harder when I feel his steel length against my thigh.

He shifts between my legs, and I feel his thick tip ready to enter me. His eyes are fixed on mine, deep honey pools, sweet and hot. He pushes deeper, the head of his long shaft inside me now, stretching me wide, and a shudder wracks me. This is it. My virginity's gone.

I start to close my eyes.

“Look at me, Adri,” he says in a throaty growl, all sex and desire.

At the sound of his need, all the muscles in my belly contract hard. I never imagined someone like Rob would want me as much as I want him. I've never felt so desirable in my life. He makes me all woman.

I open my eyes, and any remnants of fear or apprehension melt in the heat of his intense gaze. He thrusts hard, seating himself deep inside me. The sudden sharp pain makes me gasp and close my eyes again.

“Adri,” he says, his voice a low warning.

I open them and fix them on his, drawing on the electricity between us and trying to breathe normally and not give away how much I'm hurting.

“Okay?” he asks.

I nod, because I know my voice will betray me.

He pulls slowly back and a fresh sting makes me grimace. God, I wish he'd let me pull the blinds so it was darker in here.

He stops moving. “Talk to me, Adri.”

I pant a few breaths. “You're just so . . . big.”

He brings his face to mine and kisses me. “Should I stop?”

I shake my head and roll my pelvis up, taking him deeper. It hurts less this time, and I try to get used to his firm pressure inside me.

He goes slow, gliding all the way out before sinking back into me again, and after a few minutes, the pain dissolves into a sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced. I feel so full, and not just down there. My heart is bursting with everything I'm feeling for this incredible man. With every thrust, I become more aware of the heat of our union and the way he fills me to overflowing, body, heart, and soul. It isn't long before my gasps are for an entirely different reason.

The ache in my belly swells as he takes his time with me. My pants of “Oh, God,” grow louder with every plunge of his thick length into me. He becomes less careful, lifting me off the mattress and drilling into me with every deepening thrust. I feel myself losing control and it's amazing.

He's so hot and hard inside me, like molten steel at my core, threatening to erupt. He shifts and more of his weight presses into my clit as he pumps against me, burying himself to the root, over and over.

As if Rob is the key to my soul, every emotion I've ever felt swirls to the surface in a dizzying rush. Electricity crackles under my skin and I hear myself crying out, but there's nothing I can do to stop it. I'm so firmly rooted to my body that every sensation is intensified and I feel it tenfold. I've never experienced sensory overload like this, and it's so overwhelming that I almost tell him to stop. I'm coming apart and it's terrifying. But it's also euphoric. It's the most intense mix of emotion and sensation I've ever felt.

“Give it to me Adri,” he growls on a thrust, and that sends me over the edge.

I'm falling through time and space, but instead of crying out, I'm whispering “Rob” over and over as I plummet to earth. I hear his sharp “Ah!” as he collapses on top of me, and as I vaporize into pure energy, I hear someone crying softly.

I float in white fog for what feels like a long time, and then Rob is kissing my face.

“I've got you,” he whispers in my ear, and that's when I realize the crying is me.

I'm shaking violently, and tears run from the corners of my eyes into my ears. Rob kisses them away. He's still inside me and as I come back to my body, I feel the sting again. I open my eyes and look into his, so deep and open, and full of love, even if he can't admit it to himself.

He holds me and kisses away my tears until they finally slow, then pulls slowly out of me and rolls us to our sides. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice all concern, kissing the tip of my nose.

In answer, I draw his face to mine and kiss him with everything I have. He might not be able to admit that he loves me, but by the way he kisses me back, as if his life depended on it, I know he feels it.

We kiss and touch, and it's not long before I feel myself craving more.

“Don't get me started again if you can't follow through,” I warn.

A cocky half smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “I can promise you there won't be any issues with lack of follow-through.”

He rolls us so I'm on top, and I sit astride his legs as he pulls off the condom. As he drops it over the edge of the bed, I take his thickening erection in both of my hands. He looks at me with a question in his eyes as I stroke him. In answer, I slide down his legs and lean forward, watching his widening eyes the whole time.

He quirks an eyebrow. “I'm not going to tell you no, if that's what you're waiting for.”

I was waiting for a yes, and I take that as one. I swirl my tongue around his swelling tip, and he groans low and deep in his chest.

He tastes salty from the thin sheen of cum, and I didn't expect that would turn me on so much. A throb starts between my legs.

I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing, but as I suck him deep he hisses, “Fuck, Adri,” and thrusts into my mouth, so I think it's working. I tighten my lips around him and glide his hardening length as deep as I can, then tighten my fingers at the root, and he rolls his head back and groans again.

A minute later, he's hard as steel. I tease him with my mouth and tongue a little longer, and when he starts leaking from the tip, I sit up and reach for a condom on the nightstand. I arrange it over him and squeeze out the air the way I saw him do it, then roll it down his tight length.

I crawl up the bed and kiss him, then position myself so I sink onto his erection when I lower my hips.

There's no pain this time, just an intense feeling of stretch and fullness. I move on top of him, gliding up and down his hard shaft, finding a rhythm. He grasps my hips and moves with me, and this time, I can focus on the way my body responds. His fingertips brush over my skin, along the curve of my breasts, raising gooseflesh everywhere. He cradles my breasts in his palms and rubs his thumbs in circles over my hypersensitive nipples, sending aftershocks through me.

“So pink and perfect,” he says, his voice rough with sex.

I smile down at him and move with our slow rhythm.

He glides one hand over my belly, and his thumb finds my clit. “That's it,” he says, pressing his thumb in a circle and forcing a moan out of me. “I love how you sound when you're all jacked up. You don't do anything halfway. It's just so fucking sexy.”

I lift my hands and twist them into my hair, arching and putting my whole body on display for him.

He stops moving and stares up at me, a mix of wonder and lust in his eyes. “You, Adri Wilson, are going to be my downfall. There have to be a million reasons why I can't let that happen, but right at this instant, I can't think of a single goddamn one of them.”

He sits up under me and lifts us as he bends his knees. His arms wrap around me as he thrusts himself into me. I gasp. In this position he's so much deeper, but there's also twice as much pressure on my clit.

“Okay?” he asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer before taking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his magical tongue over it, and then I can't do anything but gasp out his name.

He loves me, easy and so tender, bringing me slowly back to the peak. And when I fall back to earth, I fall even harder for this mysterious man.