Addicted After All(97)

“Is my superpower sex?” I ask him.

His face sharpens. “No.”

“Are you sure?” My eyes burn, emotions stirring.

He hugs me to his chest. My belly bump hits him first, making it harder to be so close. After a long moment, he whispers, “Sex is your kryptonite.”

Oh. “It makes me weak,” I realize.

“And it makes you human, Lil.” He kisses my cheek and then the outside of my lips and then…my body pulls towards him as his tongue slides against mine. I ache to be even closer, but I chant over and over this has to be enough.

It is.

I won’t let my weakness get the better of me. Or play with my mind. It’s a daily battle that I’m beating today.





{ 29 }

LOREN HALE



Current standings: Ryke Meadows (cursed out three men last meeting) needs to act more professional in a work setting. 6 out of 14 love you. Congratulations, son. – Dad

I read the group text with everyone else while Connor’s limo sits in gridlocked traffic. We’re all riding to New York for a Cobalt Diamonds dinner party

“Was that sarcasm?” Lily whispers to me, pointing to the part about Ryke.

“Most definitely.” The next text suddenly comes in. He’s splitting them into four messages, I realize.

Lily Calloway (only spoke to two women last meeting and hid by a plant) needs to be more personable. Too shy. 7 out of 14 love you. Sorry, Lily. – Dad

I want to sigh in relief, but anxiety knots my stomach. I have no clue how I’ve come across to the board. We’ve each had three encounters with all fourteen of them so far, and I can’t tell who’s making progress.

All I know is that Lily is due in a little over a month. Saddling this shit on top of a baby—it’s starting to wear on me. And I’m paranoid that everyone is waiting for me to slipup and drink, watching me constantly. A nervous heat gathers on my neck, and I rub the back of it.

Maybe it’s my own conscience that plagues me the most.

“Can someone please send me these texts?” Rose says with less fire in her voice. It’s the first thing I’ve heard her say the entire limo ride. She’s been glaring out the window, probably cursing every automobile for causing us to be late.

“I can,” Daisy says, tapping her screen. I hear Rose’s phone chime and so does Connor’s, who sits next to her.

“Hey, look I’m beating Ryke,” Lily says with a small smile.

“By one f*cking person. Don’t get so excited.” He grabs a water bottle out of the ice bucket and then passes it to Daisy.

My leg jostles while I wait for the next text to come in. I watch Lil tug at her plain purple dress; the fabric doesn’t suction to her stomach like Rose’s black one, but she’s still uncomfortable from carrying more weight.

I pull her closer to my side, letting her lean against me, and she kicks off her heels and curls up on the stretched leather seat.

All of our phones ping at the same time.

Loren Hale (appeared interested in Hale Co. proceedings but looked exceptionally surly when asked about rehab) needs to work on communication. 10 out of 14 love you. Well done, son. – Dad

“That wasn’t sarcastic,” Lily says softly, worry flickering in her eyes.

It’s good though. I can almost breathe again. “It’s what I want, Lil.” Maybe my voice sounds unsure because she pouts in this adorable way, her bottom lip pushed out a little further.

And then her breath shallows.

Christ. I must be eyeing her mouth too much. She squirms, readjusting and I touch her arm, her skin hot with arousal. She’ll be fine. Her crazy sex drive isn’t as high as it was in the second trimester, but she’s still a sex addict.

“So much for working together,” Ryke says under his breath next to me. But if the girls aren’t chosen, the outcome is what I wanted. Only one of us could win this position, in the end. Working together just meant they’d lose out.

“It’s how it should be,” I remind all of them.

Ryke shakes his head repeatedly. “You can’t…” he trails off and his jaw hardens.

Irritation festers in my core, and I grit my teeth. “I can’t handle it?”

He stays quiet, basically admitting that’s what he was going to say.

“Yeah? Maybe I can’t, Ryke.” My leg bounces more. “But maybe I can. I should at least be given the chance to try.” I want to be better. God, more than anything. I want to be like him.