The Law of Motion (Law Series) (53 page)

"Yeah, hold on," he said, and I could hear the shuffling of the phone. "It's Alyssa," he explained softly.

He answered slightly relieved, like he wanted to hear from me. "Hello."

"Kris, I have a question for you. At any time, did Myles touch me while I was unconscious?" I put it on speaker noticing that my own voice was shaking. There was an uncomfortable silence as we waited. “Kris…”

He sighed. “Myles went to get the food while you were knocked out the first time. The second time, he was supposed to watch over you until he starting making jokes about having fun and I kicked his ass out. That’s why when you woke up I was in the room," he explained. "I would have kicked his ass, I swear. Did he tell you that? 'Cause he's a fucking lying sack of shit if he did..."

I grinned, liking Kris more and more the longer he was around, but the best was the look of relief that flickered over Adrian’s face.

“I didn’t even think about leaving you alone until you dislocated Myles’s fingers. I knew, you could take care of yourself when you were awake at that point.” He continued.

"Thanks, Kris," I said, meaning that for more than just his honesty, but his integrity which seemed deeply ingrained in him, even though he was only twenty-one, troubled youth or not. It was rare to see, especially with all that he'd been through lately.

             
I ended the call, setting the phone down right back where it was before and folding my arms across my chest. "See?"

"He likes you, you know," Adrian mumbled with a frown and a furrowed brow, trying to tug at my arms, but I wouldn't uncross them.

"You..." I growled, raising an eyebrow at him, "just need something to bitch about right now. You need something to be angry at... According to you everyone likes me."

He exhaled a light laugh, his eyebrows flicking up once as he shook his head. "Maybe..." And then he grew serious, “He still joked about it.”

"Joked, not actually doing it. I can survive that. And as far as Kris, he's not my type, you know," I purred, knowing exactly what my guy needed. "Not...even...close," I crooned, gripping his t-shirt in my hands and pulling myself closer to him. My lips hovered barely over his as I whispered, "I’m mad at you, by the way.”

"You are?" he breathed, his hands gliding over my jean clad thighs.

I nodded, “You’ve been so mad that you didn’t even notice that I said ‘I love you’”

His eyebrows shot up, because he really hadn’t noticed, and then a crooked smile went across his face. “You did, didn’t you? Say it again.”

“I love you.” I purred again licking the base of his throat.

He hummed against my lips, but seemed to come back to reality just as quickly as he'd left it. Looking around and then back to me, he whispered, "Here?"

I smiled, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip. "No one is out here, are they?"

"No," he sputtered, giving another glance around, but I was already snaking my fingers under his t-shirt, pushing and tugging on it until he relented. Reaching behind him, he grasped a fistful of the material and swiftly pulled it off over his head. "Alyssa," he breathed, his hands gripping my ass and pressing me closer, but his voice sounded like relief, like this was what he needed to just let go.

Nimble, knowing fingers released the top two buttons of my shirt, tugging at the collar and my bra strap until my shoulder was exposed. I couldn't help the wanton moan that erupted from me when Adrian was not so gentle, not so sweet, using teeth roughly over my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder met. My hips rolled over his, the sensation dulled through my denim and his cargo pants, but I could still feel his want, his need for this—for me.

I whimpered when his actions stayed almost frantic. Fingers dug into my ass cheek, gripped my hair at the base of my neck and practically yanked my mouth to his. Adrian’s breathing was heavy against my cheek, our noses brushing as he turned his head the other way. His tongue claimed my mouth, delving deep with such an erotic swirl that I felt it everywhere.

He broke away from my lips, dragging his tongue and teeth down my jaw and back to my neck, whispering, "He didn't touch you." It was a statement, an affirmation, not a question.

"He didn't touch me," I told him, unable to  keep my hips still when he reached up to tug my bra cup down, exposing my hardened peaks through my barely buttoned shirt.

He brushed his thumb across my nipple, his eyes dark and locked onto mine. Leaning forward, his tongue took over the job. "He didn't touch what was...
mine
."

I panted and shook my head no, squeezing my eyes closed, because I realized that this was more than just anger Adrian was dealing with. It was everything that he'd been through since Juan had been taken. It was fighting, it was the loss he felt responsible for, the loss of me, the secrets kept from him that I forced my friends into, the unnecessary jealously, all of it. It was Adrian's
 
loss of control
. And Adrian didn't like not being in control.

He was about to take it all back.

My back arched, offering myself to him, but really, I just couldn't help it. My thighs gripped his as I straddled him, bucking slightly when he tugged my other bra cup down. Slow, tantalizing circles around my nipples with his tongue brought them to tighter, more sensitive points, and I was panting as I watched his mouth on me. His eyes locked onto mine as he looked up through his long, dark eyelashes, dangerous eyes filled with such carnal promise that it made my heart sputter. I watched as a slight twitch quirked up the corner of his mouth when I cried out at the feel of his flattened tongue raking across my nipple.

"Adrian," I whimpered, gripping his shoulders as he shifted quickly, and I found myself on my back, laying on his discarded shirt.

Leaves crunched under me, the water trickled just mere feet away, but all that was lost in the feel of him settling between my legs and bracing a hand by my head. He grabbed the front of my jeans, tugging me upwards and kissing me senseless, my body bowing to his will.

"Fuck," he growled against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. "Baby, I want... Christ, I just fucking
 
want
 you," he gushed, his hand practically shaking as he lowered my hips back down.

I said nothing, but slipped the fingers of one hand into his hair and trailed down his muscular back with another. I tried pulling him to me by a firm grip on his ass, but he suddenly launched back from me.

Another sharp glance around, and he flicked open the fly of my jeans. I lifted my hips as he jerked them off of me, tossing them to the wayside, only to fall down back over me. I was only in my practically open shirt and my underwear out there in the woods, but I couldn't have cared less at that point, because Adrian's hips bucked forward, causing me to call out his name again against his smooth shoulder when he nipped at the flesh of my neck. His hard as hell arousal hit me perfectly through the thin fabric of my underwear, and my whole body shuddered at the feel of him not holding back, of giving into whatever was guiding him.

I pushed and shoved at him until he finally fell onto his back, pulling me with him. I straddled his stomach, pressing him into the leaves and just gazing at him as I caught my breath for just a moment. His face was intense and slightly put-off that I'd taken a touch of his control, but he used it to his advantage in order to ogle right back.

Adrian gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing just a little as he panted beneath me. Every muscle on his upper body was taut and large, like he'd been working out, but I pushed away the thoughts of what he'd been doing most of the morning, because he was gaping up at me with hungry, desperate eyes.

"Alyssa," he groaned, reaching for me, but I grabbed his wrists and held him back.

"What?" I asked, tilting my head at him. "Tell me what you want."

"You," he grunted, his hips bucking under me as he brought his knees up behind me.

"
How
?" I growled, leaning over him and pinning his hands in the grass. "Tell me!"

"I need...to just...fuck you," he snapped, and I let go of his hands.

He pushed himself up on one elbow, and with the other hand, he grasped my upper arm to hold me still. His kiss was searing, all consuming, and full of a need so deep that there may have been no stopping him. Not that I ever had any intention to put an end to what he was doing, because I was catching up to his fevered mood. Quickly.

He fell back down, taking me with him, his hands gripping and grasping at my arms, my ass, even my shirt. His hips bucked under me again, and I inhaled sharply at the feel of his belt buckle.

"Shit," he hissed, rolling us over again, so that my back was protected by his t-shirt. "Sorry, baby," he groaned, his forehead falling to mine.

"Oh, God, Adrian...don't stop," I pleaded, cupping either side of his face and kissing him stupid.

Bracing one hand by my shoulder, his other traveled slowly, but firmly down my body, until he finally slid it between my legs. The sweet, deep moan that he let out in my mouth when he found me ready and wet for him caused my toes to curl.

"I made you this wet," he stated, pulling back and glaring at me with a heated, almost feral look in in his eye. "Tell me it was me that did this..."

"Sweet God, yes," I grunted, my hips meeting the delicious rhythm that he was setting over the fabric of my underwear. "Please, baby..."

"I want to see you come," he crooned, licking his lips as his fingers slipped inside the crotch of my panties.

"No, no," I panted, shaking my head profusely. "This," I begged, palming the outside of his now tented cargo pants. "Baby... I need this..."

I just wanted,
 
needed
him inside of me. I needed to feel connected to him, feel him want me, unrestrained, unhindered, without anyone or anything around us to hear him. I wanted to watch him lose himself in me, because just the mere thought of it caused my center to clench and my stomach to tingle with anticipation of being taken over by him.

I didn't give him a chance to argue or plan something else. My hands were on his belt, his button, and his zipper before he could say another word. He was so hard that the tip of him was almost hanging out of the bottom of his boxer briefs. He was firm, warm, smooth, and already leaking from the tip. I licked my lips as he held himself above me, finally locking gazes with him.

As I shoved his pants and underwear down over his ass, he sprang free of his confines, leaving his pants to protect his knees from the foliage underneath us. "I want to come around this," I told him, wrapping my hand around him and giving him one good, long, firm stroke.

"Fuck," he grunted, using his thumb to push my thong to the side, which in turn caused my breath to catch when he brushed roughly across my clit.

"Move that hand, Honeyface," he commanded, and a drop of his sweat fell from his brow, down to my chest. He hooked an arm under my leg, bringing it up between us and lining up with my entrance.

Adrian paused, locking eyes with me and giving me the sexiest, most panty-dropping smile, before sheathing himself completely.

"Shit.” I hissed through gritted teeth, my eyes rolling back into my head and my neck arching upward as I gripped his shoulders.

It was all I could do to just hang on, because his hips pulled back and pushed forward with a deep, swiveling rhythm. His forehead pressed to mine, but his eyes stayed locked onto my face. It seemed he was taking in and memorizing every whimper I released and every moan that escaped. He'd hold back, using shallow strokes, only to push deep inside to hit the spot that always caused my breathing to stop momentarily. He'd stroke up when he wanted to press his pelvic bone against my clit, making sure I came closer and closer to the edge.

Licking across my lips, down my jaw to my neck, he started murmuring words that were my undoing. "You feel so fucking good, baby," he crooned, nipping at my flesh lightly enough that it didn't hurt, but with just enough pressure to cause my limbs to pull him in closer. "So tight, so wet, Alyssa. You make all the bad shit...so fucking good."

The emotions that had been building inside of me welled up to an overflowing amount, and I came hard around him, biting down on his shoulder with just enough teeth to achieve the erotic moan I was searching for. He rode out my spasms, letting my leg go and slipping his arms underneath my back, gripping firmly onto my shoulders.

His hips pounded against me, and the forest was filled with the sounds of skin colliding with skin. Adrian grunted when my legs wrapped high around his waist, my feet digging into his ass to bring him deeper, closer. I knew that if he were to let go of my shoulders, my back would be skinned from the leaves under me, despite the t-shirt I was on. Adrian was losing himself in me, but his protection never ended. Even from himself.

But even with all of that, I could tell he was holding back. That he was allowing all the shit he'd been through to surface.

"Baby, let go," I urged, kissing up his shoulder to his ear. "It's okay, Adrian. I
love
you. You can let it go now..."

I gripped his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his head when he buried his face in my neck. His hips faltered in his rhythm, just before he came with a deep, groaning, "Alyssa, fuck..."