My Addiction (Second Chances Series)(29)

I came harder and deeper than imaginable. Just thinking about it, I wanted it again. I wanted him over and over again.

“Hello, Ayana…”

I looked at her eyes wide and she smiled. “Damn, it was that good, huh?”

All I could do was nod.





Chapter 5- Bradley




I removed my jacket, placed it on the dining room chair, and headed in the kitchen, loosening my tie. It had been a long day and an even longer night. So far, I was staying with my brother for about a month and it hadn’t taken long for shit to get twisted to hell.

It seemed my brother and I was at odds. His asshole ways had heightened as the days and weeks went by. I tried to talk to him, get him to hang out with me, maybe go to a ball game or to a bar or something. But his grumpy ass did nothing but work, come home and give me shit about the things I did in my spare time, namely Ayana. And I had to say I was doing a lot of Ayana lately.

A smile crept on my face thinking about her and tonight. I felt like having dinner at a place a few scales better than damn TGI Fridays, so we went to Morton’s Steakhouse downtown. The steak hit the spot and we ended up staying there longer than I planned. All we did was talk and drink, but the conversation and the company was just what I needed.

We then ended up at the House of Blues and listened to a fantastic band serenade us all night. The atmosphere was great and watching her was doing some crazy shit to my brain and my soul. Shit had gotten twisted for many reasons, but the only one that matters would be the chocolate-eyed beauty that’s been in my dreams as of late.

I grabbed two waters out of the fridge and headed to the family room. My brother had a nice house that he didn’t take advantage of at all. Once you walked into the house, you came to the living room on the right and the dining room on the left that led into the kitchen. My brother pretty much stayed in the front of the house and upstairs in his bedroom when he was home and it’s been like that since MJ died. I mentioned the part of the house that I stay in, which is in the back of the house. However, there is a family room that you can get to from the kitchen. The family room has its own entrance to the patio that mirrors my room.

The family room has a large flat screen TV, suede black couch, and bar. It’s a mini man cave with sports memorabilia on the walls and hardwood floors to make the room manly but cozy at the same time.

MJ allowed my brother to decorate the space with the thought in mind that this would be their entertainment area and he would mostly be the one entertaining. He always had fight parties and super bowl parties here. This was the place to go on the weekends. As I said, however, that man no longer existed.

When I made it to the family room, Ayana wasn’t there. I walked out to the patio to a warm breeze, despite the eighty degrees it undoubtedly was. The brick patio I thought was also deserted, but as I turned toward the door to my room, she was there in the shadows, watching me.

I felt her eyes on me, desiring me through the darkness. I was becoming completely attached to her. I put the bottles on the nearest table and walked in her direction.

She kept watching me.

Ayana wore a beautiful black soft as silk dress that fell around her curves with exquisiteness that drove me crazy all night. She didn’t have anything on underneath, I could tell from the pert nipples that mesmerized me all night. I noticed no panty line too and it took every bit of my self-control not to take her in the parking lot of both places. She’s walking sex, and I loved it.

As I got closer, I could feel my heart starting to beat faster with the anticipation of touching her, of kissing her, of getting lost inside her. This is wrong for me to say, but I had never, in my entire existence, desired a woman more than I’ve desired her.

And it’s messed up because only a few weeks ago, I had planned to spend my life with another woman, knowing I truly belonged to someone else. I belonged to her.

The instant I got to her, her hands went straight to my face and she pulled me down to her lips.

I let her lead and take over and kiss me the way she wanted. I kept my hands on her hips, not wanting to move anywhere else on her body, knowing that once I did, the control would be mine.

I closed my eyes and, no matter how hard I tried, I felt my control dissipating.

“Touch me,” I felt her whisper softly on my lips.

My hands went from her waist to her ass, then up her back and found the zipper at the back of her neck. I moved closer to her, keeping my eyes on hers, and slowly unzipped the dress.

I inhaled deeply at the feel of her body underneath my hands. I tried to stay in control. I tried not to lose my damn mind, but she’s made that impossible.

Her arms moved from around my neck to my chest. She first pulled my tie apart the rest of the way, then slid it off my neck. She slowly started unbuttoning my shirt.