6

ADDIE

I did trust him. “Yes.”Manic was a good man, through and through.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you, Addie?”

I shivered again. I nodded and licked my lips, nerves firing through me. “And as soon as we hit Rocktown, we’d part ways?”

“Yeah, baby.”

His breath was shuddering in and out. I loved that, as if he was so turned on he couldn’t control it. I was insane for considering this, wasn’t I? But I was considering it. Manic was right, there was still so much tension between us. And here, there was no one to make assumptions or read too much into what we were doing.

This will end in you getting hurt.

More than likely, especially now that I’d admitted to myself that I felt something for him. But this was my chance to live out the fantasy, to pretend Manic was mine. I could let myself have what I wanted without all the fear of a relationship and everything that came with it.

I wasn’t ready for anything more than what he was offering. I came with more baggage than anyone should have to deal with. Manic certainly didn’t want long term either. This was the perfect solution. But looking at him now, into those deep brown eyes, I knew when this ended it was going to hurt like hell—I also knew it would be worth the heartbreak.

I would never have the happy ending. I didn’t want it, because a happy ending was never truly the ending. Pain followed, always. But for the next few days, I could pretend I was like everyone else. I could have a little taste without all the fear.

And the reason I’d gone to Manic, brownies in hand, that night was still there. I was slipping backward. Drowning in grief and I wasn’t ready to deal with it, not yet.

Manic was my escape. Being with him, thinking about him, had stopped all the nightmares and the panic attacks, at least until he’d given up on me. He’d managed what nothing else had, to pull me out of my own head. And I still needed that, probably more than ever.

“Okay,” I said before I could change my mind.

His fingers flexed against the side of my neck. “Yeah?” There was a whole lot of growl in his voice.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I nodded.

One moment I was standing there looking up at him, and the next, I was off the ground. Manic hooked one thick arm under my butt while he thrust a hand into my hair. He fisted, tilted my head to the side, andclaimedmy mouth.

I groaned against his lips and flung my arms around his thick neck, holding on as he strode toward the bed.

“You won’t regret this, cupcake,” he said against my lips and lowered me to the mattress. He grabbed something off the pillows—chocolates—and dumped them on the bedside table. Ann’s turndown service. She’d dimmed the lights, I realized, and drawn back the covers.

The perfect mood lighting, not that I needed any help. I couldn’t take my eyes off Manic as he yanked off his shirt. I drank in the sight of his wide muscled chest and tight abs—my gaze slipping lower.

He put a knee on the bed, grabbed the front of my jeans, popped the button, and jerked down the zipper. Then my boots were gone and my jeans and panties followed.

“Fuck,” he said as he climbed fully onto the bed. His body filled the space between my legs, spreading them wide. “Missed that tight-as-fuck pussy, Addison.”

Goose bumps lifted all over me at the growl in his voice, at the way he said my full name like that. One hand gripped my thigh, forcing me wider, the other cupping me, dragging a finger through my wetness.

He groaned, watching his hand between my thighs. “Look at you, baby, Jesus fucking Christ. Can’t decide if I want to fuck you or eat you first.” His gaze hit mine and it was more than a little wild. “You want me to eat you first, don’t you, baby? You loved it when I made you come with my mouth.”

He teased my clit, brushing over it with his thumb, and I whimpered and nodded. It was all I was capable of. He was right. I did love it. I was so desperate for him to put his mouth on me, I couldn’t think in actual sentences.

He tilted his head to the side, taking me in. “First, you need to be punished, though, don’t you, cupcake?” His scorching stare stayed steady on me.

My heart raced faster at the look in his eyes. “Punished?” I forced out.

“You kept this from me.” He dragged his thumb over my clit and down to my slick opening, his gaze not leaving mine. “This fuck-hot body, perfect cunt, those fucking gorgeous eyes that show me exactly how good I’m making you feel. That’s not what good girls do, Addison.”

I shuddered and my pussy grew wetter. I was nervous, a little confused, but so turned on, I couldn’t think straight.

He shifted, moving up the bed so he was sitting against the headboard, and patted his lap. “Come here, Addie. Now.”

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