Tamed (Torn #5)(45)

He leaned down and kissed me softly before pushing into me. I bit down on his shoulder as I tried not to scream out in ecstasy. He filled me completely, his body fitting perfectly against mine. No one could ever compare to him.

He dropped his head to my neck. He was buried deep inside me, but he didn’t move. Impatiently, I shoved my hips up. He let out a ragged breath as I continued to move against him, f*cking him from underneath. He stayed still for a moment before his control finally broke. He pulled back and then plunged into me, deep and hard, his eagerness matching my own. He never slowed, thrusting into me so roughly that I felt a twinge of pain each time. I didn’t care. It only brought me closer to the edge.

“So f*cking sweet.” He moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I cried out as a third and final orgasm rocked my body.

“Oh God. Yes!” I shouted as I clung to him.

He called out my name as he came, buried to the hilt inside of me.

“I can’t…oh God,” I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

His body locked up as he released inside me. His forehead dropped onto mine, his body shaking.

Every time we were together, the sex would get better. We knew each other so intimately now. We knew where to touch the other, how to move. Our bodies connected perfectly. Without a doubt, I knew that I’d never find someone like Adam again.

His body relaxed before going rigid again. He pulled out and rolled to the side, breathing heavily. “I didn’t wear a condom—again. Motherf*cker!”

Great, he was pissed off—again.

“It’s fine. I’m on the pill,” I told him, hoping that he’d let it go. I was too tired to fight with him at this point.

“It’s not fine. There’s always a chance—”

“Adam, stop. I’m not going to end up pregnant and try to tie you down with a kid. Chill the f*ck out.” There was a bite to my words. I didn’t mean for them to come out so harshly, but I couldn’t help it. Our last conversation like this ran through my mind. He didn’t want to be trapped by me. Asshole.

He let out a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m so used to—”

“Covering your ass? Well, I guess I should say, covering your dick.”

He smirked at me. “Funny.”

I rolled away from him and stood. I didn’t want to continue this conversation any longer. I walked to the dresser and pulled on a new pair of underwear and a bra. If he kept ripping my clothes off, I was going to bill him for my next shopping trip.

I found a tank top and shorts in the closet. After pulling them on, I walked to the bathroom and started running a brush through my hair. I glanced up in the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked so…lost. I felt lost. Things with Adam kept going from bad to worse.

And now I knew I loved him.

I was so f*cked.

I couldn’t tell him—ever. I’d seen the way he acted when I even hinted at caring about him. If I used the L word around him, he’d make an Adam-shaped hole in the nearest wall as he tried to escape me.

I pondered where to go from here as I dropped my brush on the sink and picked up my toothbrush. It didn’t matter—at least, not right now. Adam would be leaving in only a few hours. The whole band would, along with Chloe. I had a little over a month until school started, and they returned home. That would give me more than enough time to sort through whatever bullshit was going through my head. Hopefully, I could pull my head out of my ass by then.

When I returned to the bedroom, Adam was up and already dressed. He sat on the end of the bed, watching as I approached. I sat down next to him, careful to keep a few inches between us. When we touched, our brains would shut off. I couldn’t afford to let that happen right now. Well, I couldn’t afford to let it happen again. We needed to talk before he left.

“I’m sorry for hooking up with Jordan,” I told him.

He tried to smile but failed. “I overreacted. I saw you two together, and something exploded in my head. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“You shouldn’t have, but I shouldn’t have gone to him. We’re both at fault here.”

“No, you had every right to go to him. What we are, what we agreed to…I don’t know what I’m trying to say here.”

I smiled at him. “Were you jealous?”

“Yeah, I guess I was. I told you I was okay with you being with other guys, but I didn’t think I’d actually have to see you with one of them. That sucked donkey dick.”

“I’d probably react the same if I saw you with another girl,” I told him. “What does that say about us?” To me, it says that we care more than we’re willing to admit.

“That we’re jealous *s?” he teased.

“Maybe.”

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “We still cool? If not, I get it. If you’d rather we parted ways now, I won’t try to contact you when I get back to Morgantown after the tour. It’ll be impossible not to see each other since Chloe and Drake are attached at the hip, but we can still be…friends if you want.”

The thought of him not seeking me out made me want to cry. Even if he wasn’t willing to give me what I truly wanted, I couldn’t stand the thought of not having him around at all. I would take whatever he gave me. I was pathetic.