“You were laughing, little missy. If you don’t spill right now then I will.”
“Jen’s pregnant,” Bubba blurts out.
“You are?” I ask excitedly. “Oh, congrats you guys, that’s amazing! No wonder you aren’t drinking tonight. I just assumed you were the DD. I am so happy for you,” I beam.
Later as I am putting away some of the leftovers in the fridge, Bubba walks up to me.
“So how you really holding up?”
“I’m hanging in there, actually. I mean, what can I do, really?” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly as I close the fridge and turn around to face him.
“Well I just want you to know that Jen and I are here for you if you ever need anything. I have that shithead’s picture up all over the bar. Adam seems to be holding up fairly well,” he continues.
“Yeah, he feels the same way I do. We just sit and wait and pray they find him, and find him soon.”
I stare off into space as a surge of guilt consumes me over Adam and my sister having to stay in this house.
“Hey, Erin. I know that look; you have guilt written all over your face. Now I know you and I don’t know each other all that well, but I know people. I am around them at my bar all day long and I can see you’re a good, kindhearted person who has been through hell and back.” Bubba slings his arm around my shoulder. “You have a good man in there,” he says, pointing to the other room where Adam is. “And I know for a fact he would be mad as hell if he knew you blamed yourself. So chin up, girl.”
“You’re a very sensible man, Hermie Williams.”
“That I am, Erin. That I am.”
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“Everything is all locked up...holy fucking sexy.”
Adam’s gaze trails up and down my body as I lay across the bed with the green bra and panty set I bought a few weeks ago. Even though we haven’t talked much about what’s going on since this morning I know it’s still weighing as heavily on him as it is on me. I will do anything to take his mind off of the situation at hand and it looks like it’s working as his reaction is exactly what I was hoping for.
I look down and I see his dick straining against his jeans. He’s hard as a rock already. I lick my lips and tilt my head in an-oh-so-seductive way.
“Don’t do that!” Adam looks at me with a ‘you’re driving me crazy’ face.
“Don’t do what?”
“Lick those fucking lips like that again and I will show you exactly what I mean.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and unsnaps his jeans.
“Maybe I want you to show me what you mean.”
He inches a little closer. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. McIntyre?”
“Me? No. I would never do a thing like that.”
I drop one of my legs off to the side, spreading them a little farther apart.
“Oh, but I think you would,” he disagrees as he unzips his jeans and frees his magnificent package. Adam grabs hold of it and starts stroking it. Holy hell, that is hot. Still stroking himself, he strips himself from his jeans and boxers and kicks them to the side of the room.
“Are you drunk, sweet cheeks?”
My eyes flash to his. “No. I feel good but I am definitely not drunk.”
“Good, because with you looking like that something tells me my sweet girl wants to play dirty.”
He releases his dick and damn it, I lick my lips because yes, I want it in my mouth and he knows it.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” I purr, and so help me God I will. I am so damn wet right now that I can feel it wanting to drip out of me.
He leans down and whispers in my ear.
“Whatever I want? Are you sure about that?”
I swallow hard.
“Very sure,” I whisper back.
He is mind-fucking me as he nips my ear and trails his finger down the middle of my chest and on down until he stops at the edge of my panties.
“You want it hard, baby?”
Oh, God.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Good. And you say, anything I want?”
His hand grabs my panties and rips them off.
“Yes, anything. Anything.” I am practically melting now.
“Perfect, because I am going to fuck you so damn hard that you’re going to beg me to stop.”
He plunges his finger hard into my wet heat, causing me to arch my back and let out a loud moan.
“That’s my girl,” he says before he captures my mouth with his. This is a kiss I have never felt from Adam before. It’s as if he’s branding me with his tongue and staking claim to what is his as his tongue moves just as feverishly as his finger. When he pulls his finger out and draws it down closer to my ass, I jerk just a little. He breaks our kiss and looks me in the eye and without saying a word, he swirls his finger leisurely around my hole. It feels like pleasure and torture all in one.