Stories From The 6 Train 1(3)

When the knock sounds, I stride over and open the door. The friendly smile falls in an instant as I struggle to comprehend how she is standing outside my apartment.

My sexy as hell closet freak.

She looks just as confused, her perfect mouth opening and closing a few times, her eyebrows drawing together.

“Reese?” she finally says, doubt in her voice, and a hint of something else. Wariness?

How does she know my name?

“That’s me.” I give her a grin that should disarm her, but instead her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes. “I’m Adrienne.”

Adrienne. A name that’s just as sexy as she is.

“Well, how can I help you, Adrienne?” I have a few ideas.

It’s almost a whisper, and I lean in closer. “I’m here to tour the apartment.”

Shit. Adrienne. Not Adrian.

My assistant booked the appointments and screened the candidates. Right now I’m wondering if I should fire her or give her a raise. Because how the hell did she not know it was a woman?

I should be pissed. I don’t need another woman trying to edge her way into my life. But all I can think about right now is that I’m one damn lucky bastard. Because this woman living in my apartment? My mind goes straight to her prancing around in her underwear, late night movies turning into late night fuck fests. Because that’s totally what coed roomies do. Right?

My irrational fantasies are shot down real fast when she backs up, shaking her head. “I thought Reese was a girl. I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”

Adrienne turns, her face stricken, and I move before I think.

“The hell you will.”

I grab her elbow and pull her toward me, into my apartment, and push the door shut, backing her against it.

Her mouth falls open, blue eyes wide, and her breath hitches before resuming at a faster pace, her breasts heaving beneath the demure silk blouse that I want to rip off of her.

I stand for a minute, pinning her between my arms as I rest a palm on either side of her face. All I know is that everything in me is screaming not to let this woman walk away.

Lowering my head, I lean in to whisper in her ear, sensing the shudder that runs through her as my breath skates across her skin. “Now that I have you here, there is no fucking way you’re leaving.”

Adrienne swallows hard. “I should leave.” Her tongue darts out nervously to moisten her lips, and I’m done. “But I don’t want to.”

I don’t respond. There’s nothing left to say. Everything that built up on the train just a little while ago is hanging right there between us, and I’m about to fucking do something about it.





3





Adrienne





Reese is my train guy? The person I’m only meeting as a formality because I desperately need this apartment is the very same guy I just ground myself against on a train until I was so wet all it would take was a touch to make me explode?

I can’t even wrap my head around it because all I can process is that his mouth is inches from mine, the raw lust in his eyes making his intention clear.

And then I can’t think at all, only feel, as his lips crash into mine.

He crowds me up against the door, grabbing my wrists and pinning them with one hand above my head as his other hand grips my hip and holds me in place as he grinds his cock against me.

I moan against the assault of his lips, responding to him instantly. I feel my pussy clench with need as Reese nips at my lips, then parts them with his tongue, thrusting it into my mouth in an urgent rhythm that mimics what I want him to do with his cock. His crazy big cock that I felt in all its hard thickness beneath the thin fabric of our clothes on the train.

Reese keeps my arms pinned against the door as he drags his teeth down my neck. I arch against him as he sucks the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.

“Oh god,” I moan, losing myself completely. “Please.”

He pulls his head back, a dark glint in his even darker eyes. “You want it, don’t you?” He grinds his hips against me. As if I could mistake what he means. “Are you a bad girl, Adrienne?”

I feel a rush race through me at the sound of my name on his lips, as well as his insinuation. The excitement in the way he says it. Like he wants me to be a bad girl. And right now? I really, really want to be.

Reese moves the hand from my hip around to my ass and squeezes, then reaches lower, bunching my skirt up in his hand yanking it up around my waist. He pulls back slightly, taking me in, then runs his hand back behind me, his hand meeting bare flesh and sending liquid desire straight to my core.

My breath is ragged with anticipation as he traces the lacy waistband of my black thong over my hip and around, his finger running along the crease of my inner thigh. My hips buck involuntarily, searching for the touch I’m craving.