The Law of Motion (Law Series) (9 page)

             
There was my naughty girl coming out to play. Chance could absolutely drive me insane with want, lust, and just the need to fuck the shit out of her. There was the girl that had given herself to m
e
even when she had to walk through the gates of hell just to run into my arms on the other side. It was the same girl that could walk into a room and with just one look, have my dick standing at perfect attention. I loved the parts of her that no one else got, not even her closest friends.

             
I chuckled darkly, feeling her whole body shudder when my fingers moved past the lace of her underwear, and into her hot pussy. "You’re pretty wet for me, aren’t you Honeyface?"

             
“Always…” she gasped, her head falling back with a moan.

              I smirked at her confession, loving that we could do this to each other, still push each other's buttons until one of us just took the other.

             
Part of the reason I never wanted to attach myself to anyone was because I thought the excitement would fade. It had only gotten stronger with us, and I was ninety-nine percent sure it was due to how we started. Alyssa wasn’t trusting, and we had to do things so carefully.

             
Every orgasm, every kiss, every
touch
had to happen at the perfect time. All of our actions had to
mean
something, nothing could be done for the hell of it.

             
I got a wicked idea as I slid down her body, kneeling in front of her, my hands resting on her beautiful legs. “If we’re going to do this Honeyface. You’re not allowed to make a sound.” I ordered in a rasp pulling her underwear down. I knew we were alone, but I wanted to play with her. "If you make a noise, I stop,
got it
?"

             
Her green eyes flickered in confusion but I ignored it tracing my tongue lightly against the inside of her thigh. A small moan escaped from her lips when my tongue ran over the spot between her thigh and hip.

             
"No, no," I tsked, pulling away.

             
Her face twisted in the sexiest pout of frustration. “But—”

             
“—I said
quite
Honeyface,”  repeated sternly. “Do you want to come or not?” She nodded, her nose wrinkling from her frown. “Next time, I stop for real.”

             
She took in a sharp breath when my tongue swirled around her entrance, then blew a cool breath on her clit. She gave me another pleadingly lustful glance before I gave her exactly what she wanted.

             
She ground her hips into my tongue, her fingers grabbing my hair to pull me closer, and I let her guide me where she wanted. I pulled back to watch her expression, and to slip a finger inside her. She struggled to keep quite when I added a second finger, letting my mouth continue it’s own teasing assault. Her muscles contracted around my fingers when I curled them to hit just the right spot. Her breath caught as she struggled to unravel against the desk as best she could without making a sound.

             
I kissed her clit one more time before standing up in front of her. “That’s my girl…” I praised unable to hide my smirk. “Now, can you play this game long enough for me to fuck you or would you like to stop?”

             
She nodded breathlessly as her hands quickly undid my belt buckle, shoving my pants down, along with my boxers. I slid her to the absolute edge of the desk and she wrapped her hands around my neck. A kiss muffled my groan as I slid into her, submerging my dick into the sweetest feeling I'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing. No one anywhere had ever felt as good as my girl did. I'd been lost to her the minute I'd met her, but I was her slave the first time we'd finally consummated our relationship.

             
"You're so fucking beautiful," I told her, nipping at her lips as I buried myself inside of her as deep as I could. "And feel...so good, so damn good, baby..."

             
I kept a steady rhythm as I stroked inside her, enjoying this game a lot better now that I could see her expressions. It was hot watching her struggle. Her need to verbally express how she felt conflicting with her desire for me to keep going.

             
Alyssa’s normally sweet eyes were dark with lust and the wanton look on her face was practically my undoing, her mouth made a small ‘o’ as she panted. Her eye contact with me saying everything she couldn’t let out verbally, and she was into it. I thrust a bit harder just to make her eyelids flutter, her lips locking to suppress the groan.

             
I wanted her to feel every inch of me, and I needed to watch her come again. I kissed up her neck, but she planted her hands on either side of my face, turning my head to kiss me so hard, deep, and full of passion that for a split second, I lost my rhythm.

             
“I want you to listen to me Honeyface," I commanded low, continuing. “I love you.”

             
Her eyes looked into mine, a hint of questioning in them.

             
“'Until I die, and way beyond," I stressed honestly, because the desperation in her expression was worrying me. I swiveled my hips, knowing that she liked it.

             
The second reason I wanted to play this game with her was because I needed her to
hear
what I wanted to say, without any form of interruption on her end.  “I know something is wrong Honeyface, and you need to know that you aren’t alone. We can get through anything.”

             
Her hand skimmed down the front of her stomach, and the very second her fingers ghosted across where we were connected, I knew I was going to come, and come soon.

             
She shook her head, as if my words were lost to her, her teeth sank down onto that gorgeous bottom lip of hers to keep from calling out, and her whole body shook as her climax wracked through her, causing the sweetest of shivers to tremble around me. I buried  myself as deep as I could, my head falling to her shoulder. I held her close while both of us came down from our high.

             
“No matter what?” She finally asked in a breathless whisper.

             
I turned my head, giving her sweet neck a long, slow, open mouth kiss. "No matter what," I vowed, pulling back to look at her.

             
A tear ran down her cheek and I wiped it away. It took everything in me not to demand to know, to only say. “ I'm here when you're ready, okay?"

             
She nodded, not saying anything and I sighed, wincing when we separated. We straightened our clothes, fixed messy hair, but I stopped her when she reached for the lock of the door. "Hey, nothing will ever change that, love. Ever. Do you know that?" I asked her. "Nothing you've done could ever change how I feel about you, baby. I promise, and there's nothing I don't want to know about."

             
She nodded, "I know, Adrian…I just..."

             
“That’s all I need you to hear baby.”

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“Oh good, you guys made it.” Doc exhaled thankfully when we walked into the Binet’s Primary School for the Gifted.  “We’ve got a problem.”

             
My girl yawned rolling her eyes. “We’re in a school, on a Saturday,
before
nine am, with a bunch of five and six year olds and about ten adults to maintain order. What could possibly be a problem?”

             
Doc slapped her on the hip with her clipboard and I chuckled, “What’s the problem Tawn?”

             
“The charter busses are going to be at capacity with students, so we can only fit one chaperone per bus. The rest of us are going to have to drive to Fredericksburg .” She winced waiting for a reaction from Alyssa.

             
Honeyface just shrugged, “That’s cool, Adrian is only here until Ross can take over, so you can ride with us, and you two can give me a ride back to the office when it’s all over.”

             
I couldn’t help but snicker at the look of relief that flooded Doc’s face at that point. She was always the calm one, but I guess organizing an event with about sixty toddlers had to be stressful. “So, now that that problem is fixed, what do you need
right now
?”

             
She handed Alyssa name stickers and a marker “Put these on and then we gotta get them paired up into buddies with nametags before the busses get here.”

             
Alyssa scribbled her name in neat writing and then did mine too. She grinned sticking it on my shirt. “Did you
really
have to make the dot over the ‘i’ a heart, Love?”

             
“Oh it’s fun.” Doc giggled.

             
“For the kids.” Alyssa seconded picking up a stack of color coded stickers  “Let’s do this.”

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“ Mauve, and Evelyn. Skylar and Heather.” I called reading their name tags. “You two are with Miss Alyssa and me.”

             
“Ok Mr. Adrian.” The girls giggled as they skipped off the bus to join our group. Doc and the other room moms had this shit down to a science. Everyone was in buddies, even the chaperones. The five groups that were colored coded by name stickers each were in charge of six sets of kids with matching stickers.

             
Alyssa waited until they reached us to go over the group rules. “Ok kids, this is a
huge
event.”

             
A red headed kid named Kyle raised his hand, “Are we gonna to go to
Mrs. De Wooka’s
art boof ?”

             
“That’s my mommy’s booth.” Juan burst proudly, the smallest of them all. The only four year old in the bunch.

             
Alyssa nodded smiling at her godson, “Yes, we are going to visit Mrs. Tawny’s booth, in fact, we’re going to visit
all
of the booths and we’re going to have as much fun as we can, but we have to follow the rules. Rule one everyone stays close to their budd
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”

             
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Didn’t you and Mr. Adrian use to be soldiers?” Juan’s buddy Cedrick asked.

             
This made all of them ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and burst with questions. Alyssa looked to me for help.

             
“Yep, we sure did.” I chuckled over their questions. “Do you guys wanna be soldiers too?” They all screamed ‘yays’ and ‘yes’. “Alright then, pay attention to
Captain
Alyssa.”

             
Now this was something she could relate to, because she would often play the soldier game with Juan. “Ok soldiers, we’re on a mission. And that mission is to get to
every
booth at this expo…” She  went over all the rules, and explained the importance of staying together. That they were to hold their buddies hands at all times when walking, and that they could only let them go until we reached the next booth. “Does everyone understand?” She was met with a giggling group of ‘
Yes captain Alyssa
’s and nods. “Alright then
Major
Harris, their all yours.”

             
“Everyone line up.” I ordered watching them stand as straight as possible in a two by two formation. “Alright men, let’s
move out
.” And I led the way to the first booth while Alyssa took up the rear.

            
 
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“Ok guys, this is the last stop before lunch.” I announced when we got to the booth where a couple of teenagers explained in the simplest way how to make crystals. When it was done they all got this giant stick of rock candy and a coloring sheet to take with them.

             
Alyssa and I helped them put it all in their bags. “Ok everyone, let’s take our goodie bags back to the bus and meet up with the rest of the kids for lunch.”

             
There was a kiddy train that went around the entire expedition making two stops, one in the heart of the chaos, and the other by the restrooms and the picnic area not too far from the parking lot. It was a good thing too, because I was sure the kids were starving by now. We had planned our route perfectly because the line to get on it was five feet away from our halfway stop.

             
“So what do you think
Captain
Alyssa?” I asked, when my girl leaned against my shoulder.

             
“Educational” She grinned looking through her own personal goodie bag, “and I got a Frisbee.”

             
I chuckled, “Macon is probably gonna take that from you Honeyface.”