Blue Colla Make Ya Holla (73 page)

I left my heart with Ainsley and now I know it would always be hers.

Forcing my legs to move, I run after her, knowing that I can’t lose her again. “Ainsley wait!” I shout, grabbing her arm just before she climbs the steps to the dock. “Why didn’t you ask me about the money?” I ask her. “How could you honestly think I’d chose money over you?”

Her eyes meet mine, filling with tears. “I didn’t want to.” Her voice is filled with pain and she nods. “When he told me, I swore it wasn’t true. Then that night, you….” Ainsley chokes on a sob and I can do nothing but pull her into my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I bury my nose in her hair and breathe her in.

“How could we have been so stupid?” she asks, sniffling against my shirt. “Just a couple lies and bam, over, just like that. I was right, I can’t stay here,” Ainsley’s voice is quiet, sad, but resolute. “I can’t stay here after all that has happened, not now that I know what they’ve done to us.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” I whisper into her hair. “Fuck, I’d do anything to go back to that night.”

“Adam…”

The pain in her voice, shreds me, but not as much as the actual words she speaks. Just the thought of her leaving town again hurts badly, I know I can’t let that happen. I can’t let her go again. The feeling of her in my arms is so right, I only want to hold her tighter, to get closer. I can’t even think about watching her walk away from me. It feels like my heart is beating again for the first time in over four years and if I let her leave, I’ll never recover.

“I’m not strong enough to let you go again. Tell me what to do, Ainsley. I need you, I always have,” I say, my words coming out in a rush. Unable to call the words back, even if I wanted to. I know a lot of time has gone by, but my feelings for Ainsley have never faded. If anything, her absence, has made them stronger. Now that she is here, where she belongs, everything just feels better.

Looking up at me, Ainsley’s eyes search mine. “Kiss me, Adam. Please, I’ve never needed anyone, but you.”

Cupping her jaw, I slam my mouth to hers, aching to drown in the taste of her. As if reading my mind, she parts her lips for me. Taking full advantage, I thrust my tongue inside, groaning when her taste invades my senses. Ainsley moans softly, making my dick thump against my zipper. Her hands slide up my biceps, digging her nails in when she reaches my shoulder blades.

Turning us, I press her back to the rocks lining the shore, effectively hiding us from prying eyes. I need to touch her, feel her beneath my hands, and I’ll come unhinged if I have to wait one more second. All the sanity I have left depends on this moment, right now. My hands, slide down her body, feeling the curves that have changed with the years. Sliding my hands beneath the hem of her dress, I cup her ass in my hands and lift her off the ground.

“Adam,” she moans wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hips roll against me causing my dick to jerk again.

“Ainsley, I’m not fucking you on the beach,” I growl against her neck before biting her earlobe.

Her hips roll against me again and she gasps. “Ah, you feel so fucking good.”

Taking her mouth again, I nip at her bottom lip then suck lightly. I keep my eyes open, focusing on her as if she will disappear if I blink. She does the same, her eyes hooding, becoming darker and darker with every second.

“I want to watch you come apart, Ainsley.” My fingers brush along her collarbone as I ease her to her feet. Moving down, I grab her hips, hoisting her over my shoulder.

“Adam!” she squeals, swatting at my ass with both hands.

“I’m going to lose myself in you until the sun comes up,” I growl, taking the steps carefully up to the dock since I can’t adjust my cock. “And that’s only the beginning, Ainsley.”

“But, Adam, don’t you think we should…” she huffs as I stride down the dock, her body bouncing against mine with every step.

Stopping, I ease Ainsley down on her feet again. Looking down at her, I grin. “We’ll deal with everything else tomorrow,” I inform her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. I pull her body against mine and she sighs, making my heart nearly beat out of my chest in anticipation. All I can think about is being with her, touching her, to show her how much I still love her. “It’s just us tonight, Ainsley, the only thing you need to worry about is what I’ll do to you next.”

Ainsley

Every inch of
my body is on fire. With each touch of his hands, every kiss of his lips, Adam has me burning with need. It feels even better than I remembered.

Taking my hand, Adam helps me onto a boat. “It’s Sebastio’s. I crash here when I don’t feel like driving out to the cabin,” he explains, lifting a padded bench lid and yanking out a black backpack.

“Oh,” I reply.

Shouldering his bag, Adam closes the distance between us, a shy smile spreading across my face when I reach up and run my fingers along his jaw. Turning his face, he nuzzles into my palm before kissing it softly. “You ready to go?” he asks, meeting my eyes again.

“We’re not staying here?” I ask, looking down to my bare feet, kicking myself for leaving my shoes behind when I realized how my father had single handedly ruined everything and that Adam and I were too blinded by hurt to even see it.

His face goes completely serious and he shakes his head. “There is only one place I want to be with you right now, Ainsley and it’s not here where we can be interrupted,” he replies as I hear heavy footsteps coming down the docks in our direction.

“Are you ready to climb on board?” The unmistakable slurring of Sebastio makes me jump, his footsteps only growing louder. “I can’t wait to tear into that booty. Honestly, I was shocked when you called tonight. I didn’t expect to hear from you.”

“You can do whatever you want to me, if you just shut the hell up. I need you to make me forget everything else tonight, but you.”

The female voice causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up as realization sets in. My eyes fly to Adam, widening just as his are as we both realize who is coming.

My mother.

Grabbing me by the waist, Adam pulls me around the corner out of sight. “Did you know about this?” I whisper when he pulls the door, leaving it opened just a crack.

Adam’s eyes harden and he shakes his head. “No, ssh.”

“You want a drink first, babe?” Sebastio slurs, stumbling onto the boat. I can barely see them through the crack in the doorway, but I freeze when I see my mother smile seductively at him, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “We can talk about it, if you want?”

Stepping onboard, my mother cups his groin through his jeans, squeezing hard, and I have to force myself not to throw up. “If I wanted a drink, I’d go home to that big, empty house or back to the club where I’m just the prize on Anthony’s arm.” Leaning in, she brushes her body against his and I shudder. “I’m here to take the one thing you give me that he gives to everyone but me. The last thing that I want to do is spend precious time talking about how miserable my life is.”

“Lead the way, beautiful. You know your way around The Pearl Necklace; after all, you bought it,” he adds, waggling his brows.

“Are you kidding me?” I whisper in disbelief as they head below deck, Sebastio slapping her ass as she walks by him making her squeal in delight. “We all went to school together. She’s known him since he was five!”

Tightening his grip around my middle, Adam leans into my ear, his breath hot and heavy on my neck. “Compared to her, baby, Sebastio
is
five.” His arms slip from my waist and he takes my hand in his. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Nodding my head, I let him lead me off the boat as quietly as possible. No way do I want to run into my mother. Talk about awkward moments to have with your parents. Seeing my mother this way only solidifies my choice further and gives me a million questions that I am not sure I want answers to. How long has she been unhappy with her life and why the hell hasn’t she done anything about it?

Instead of doing someone twenty five years younger than her husband while he enjoys cigars and his weekly poker game…

No way could I live a life of secrets and lies like she is. Money and security are nice, but not at the expense of my happiness. Life is too fucking short.

Leading me down the steps, Adam takes us back down the beach toward the bar. When we reach the steps, he stops and drops his bag to the sand. “You’ll need these,” he says, kneeling to pick up one of my shoes from the ground, slipping it onto my foot before repeating the process with the other. Grabbing his bag, he stands to his feet and takes my hand, pulling me up the steps.

Instead of going back inside the bar, Adam leads me around to the parking lot, stopping at his blue and black Harley Davidson Fat Boy. The very same beautiful bike that we rode out to his father’s cabin and the one place that I felt free. On the back of that bike, my arms wrapped tightly around Adam’s waist, I was his girl. I wasn’t Anthony and Julia Carter’s daughter, the only child of the richest family on the Eastern seaboard, who was destined to marry into money, I was just me. “You’re gonna need to slip this on,” he says, handing me his backpack. “This too,” he adds, slipping a helmet on top of my head; luckily, it isn’t one that covers my face.

His fingers move along my chin as he adjusts the strap, tightening and checking it with his fingers. I can’t help letting my eyes drift closed when his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. My tongue darts out, tasting his skin, and he groans.

“Ainsley,” he growls in warning. “I’m trying to be the voice of reason here, but you’re making it hard as fuck right now. After not being able to touch you,” he says running his hands up my arms. “It’s been over four years since I’ve tasted you,” his voice is a warning as he purrs against my ear. Leaning into me, he presses his groin into my hip and I moan. “I need to be inside you, baby, and I don’t want it to be because I’ve bent you over my bike, but you’re pushing me.”

My eyes fly open. Running my fingers up his arm, I feel his muscles tensing with every touch. The minute my fingers reach the nape of his neck, it’s his turn to close his eyes. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I run my tongue along his bottom lip, humming in satisfaction when I know he is just as desperate for me as I have always been for him. “The best times of my life were spent on the back of that bike, Adam.”

Adam mumbles something about me driving him to drink before turning and swinging a leg over his bike. Starting the engine, he twists the throttle, revving the engine as a wicked smile plays on his lips. Slipping the pack onto my shoulders, I hitch the knee length hem of my dress up just enough to climb on behind him, carefully teetering in my heels as I steady myself on the seat. Pressing my chest to his back, instantly feeling at home again, as I wrap my arms around him.

Once I stop moving, Adam turns his head. “Hold on to me tight, baby.”

He doesn’t have to tell me that, there’s nothing that could make me let go of him now. Pulling out of the parking lot, the wind races over my overheated skin as we head out of town on the roads that lead to Adam’s cabin on the lake.

The engine roars as the bike eats up every inch of road. With each passing mile, I let all the shit from today, and the last four years, fade into the wind. Breathe in, breathe out. Good in, bad out. All that happened in the past is done and I won’t let it affect me anymore. Pressing my cheek to his shoulder, I close my eyes and breathe in the air and embrace the freedom I am grabbing onto with both hands.

When Adam stops in front of the cabin, I sigh, sad to have the ride be over, but anxious to get my hands on him again. Pulling my arms free from the bag, I drop it to the ground and climb off the back of the bike. Unclasping the helmet, I walk around the front of the bike and meet Adam’s eyes as I settle it on the end of handle bars.

“There’s some things I want to get straight, Ainsley.” Swinging his leg over, he dismounts his bike and reaches for me.

I shake my head, taking a step back before he can grab me. “I’ve had enough serious conversation for tonight. I’ve wasted so much time worrying about shit I can’t control. It will all be there tomorrow waiting for us.” Kicking out of my shoes, I smile. “All I want is to be here, now, with you.”

Adam steps closer, his eyes darkening. “I’ve dreamt of having you back here,” he replies, running his hands up my arms, his fingers barely touching my bare skin. “Do you remember it like I do, Ainsley?” he asks, brushing his fingers along my collarbone. “Have you ached for me like I have for you?”

“Yes.” My answer rushes out of me on a harsh exhale when he cups my jaw, angling my face up to look into my eyes.

“I’m not going to spend time talking about what could’ve been, we lost time and there’s nothing we can do about that now. I also won’t deny that seeing you again today didn’t knock the wind out of me. I’ve spent years thinking that…”

Pressing my fingers to his lips, I silence him. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Adam.” Adam nips at my fingers, wrapping his hand around my wrist, he gently presses kisses to each finger and my stomach flips at the sensation. I want that mouth on me everywhere, all at once, and I can’t wait another second.

Glancing behind me, I step onto the path that leads past the cabin and down to the lake. Adam’s eyebrow quirks up, but he scoops up his bag and steps toward me, reaching for my waist with his free hand. “I need to touch you, Ainsley. You’re making me crazy.”

Taking a breath, I blow it out and pull my hair over one shoulder. Reaching behind my neck, I loosen the tie of my halter dress. It falls to my hips, exposing my breasts; my nipples harden when the cool night air hits them. “Come and get me, Adam,” I reply, shoving the dress over my hips so it pools at my feet on the ground, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties.

Dropping his bag, Adam takes two strides and engulfs me. Wrapping his arms around me, he crushes his lips to mine. “Goddamn, you’re fucking spectacular,” he growls against my mouth.

Our tongues collide, teeth nipping playfully, my sensitive nipples rub against the worn cotton of his t-shirt as he cups my ass in his rough hands. Lifting me from the ground, Adam strides the rest of the way toward the lake, his heavy feet pounding against the dock before he stops and lies me down on it. “I’m going to have you right here, Ainsley. You’re going to scream my name and come over and over again, and no one will hear you but me,” he says, yanking his shirt over his head, giving me a closer look at the body I got a glimpse of after lunch the other day.