Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) (18 page)

Rage. Sheer rage roared to life in Addie.

“Addie, oh, hi. You’re here. And you brought wine. Just, uh, give me—”

“Who is she?”

“What?”

“Who do you have in there? Who are you in there fucking right now?”

“No one.”

Addie pushed her way inside, shoving the bottle of wine and grocery bag at Lane. “You’re not fucking her? Maybe the way you didn’t fuck me that first day?”

“Addie.” Lane closed the door and carefully set the bottle and bag on the floor. “Why are you so angry?”

“It’s because you haven’t gotten to tie me up and fuck me, isn’t it?” It had been nearly a month and Lane had never again taken her into the room upstairs. He’d been faithfully taking her out on dates. She’d taken him to a salsa club with predictably disastrous results. They’d seen a play, a musical, the philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl. They’d hiked Griffith Park and ridden bikes on the beach. Lane had helped with the summer sale at Lulu’s and installed shelves for sewing storage at her apartment.

But he hadn’t taken her to his BDSM room.

Sure, he’d tied her up, he’d spanked her, even gagged her with his tie after the play, but there had been nothing as elaborate as what he and Emory had done to her those first days.

And Addie was worried about it.

Now she knew why. Lane was dating her…but he was screwing around with some slut sub on the side.

“I told you, I told you when we started this that I wouldn’t be the girl you dated while you were fucking some other girl.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, that’s not what’s happening here, and I don’t know why that’s what you think.”

“You tell me you’re working tonight and I come over to find you like this?”

Lane flinched and rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. Addie saw red. “I knew it was bad that you were taking me to that loft. I knew it.”

“Addie, I’ve made a mistake tonight, but you need to get control of yourself. Now.”

“Fuck. You.”

Addie spun on her heel and ran for the hall. She wanted to see it for herself, she wanted to see the other girl, see who he was cheating on her with.

She was about to take the stairs when she noticed the spill of light from his office. She’d never gone in there, never had a reason to. She changed direction, wondering if he’d lied to her about what that room was for too.

Computers covered the folding table set up along two walls to make a huge L-shaped desk. The third wall had a massive TV. Positioned directly in front of the TV was a battered armchair with cup holders. A headset and game controller sat on the floor. The screen was frozen in four different scenes of a desert town that looked as if it had been destroyed by war.

“What the hell.”

Lane pushed past her hand and picked up the headset. “Guys, I gotta bounce. Personal problems. Next week.”

He picked up the headset and started clicking buttons.

“This is what you were doing, playing games?”

“Call of Duty.”

“So when you said you were working…”

“Yeah, I lied about that. I didn’t think you’d get it.” His words were tight, clipped, and as her own anger faded Addie realized that Lane was angry.
Shit.

“Lane, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“Please, look at me.”

“I’m not done saving my game.”

“It’s just a game.”

“Actually, it’s not.” Lane threw his controller down in the chair. “It’s one night a week when I hang out with my college buddies who are all over the country, who I never see. So, no, it’s not just a game.”

She had really fucked this up. Addie backed out of the room. She didn’t want to leave, not until they talked about it. She knew in her gut that if she walked out that door this relationship might end tonight.

A few minutes later, Lane came out. Addie rose from the couch.

“Lane, I’m sorry. I jumped to a conclusion I shouldn’t have.”

“I know I shouldn’t be angry with you, but I’m pissed. What the hell have I done to make you not trust me?”

Addie bit the inside of her cheek, gathering her thoughts before speaking. “After the way we met, and the first night you brought me here, I was expecting to have nights, days, where I’d be your…” She felt stupid saying it in the middle of a fight.

“Submissive. My submissive.”

“Yes. Your submissive. But we haven’t done that. We’ve never gone upstairs. I realize some of that is my fault, because I freaked out the first time you took me there. I’ve been worried, thinking you either didn’t want me as a submissive anymore, or that you were getting your…BDSM needs satisfied elsewhere.”

“So you’ve been worried I’ve been seeing a submissive to satisfy my Dom urges?”

“Yes.”

“And every time I’ve tied you up in bed, fucked your ass, spanked you, gagged you?”

“Those were amazing. All the sex is amazing, but it’s not like that first time, that day in the photo shoot, and I know that’s what you want.”

Lane put his hands on his hips and sighed, his shoulders heaving.

“Addie, when I’m with you I can barely think. I’ve never felt this way about a woman, never had a woman affect me this way.” Lane’s head was bowed, the words coming slowly. “I think about dominating you all the time. I plan scenes, the things I would do to your sweet body…but then you walk in the door and all I can think about is getting my hands on you. I want to touch you right then, not in ten minutes when the scene is finally running.

“I want to make you laugh, hear about your day, see you smile at some stupid thing I did.”

He looked up. Their gazes met.

“I’m in love with you.”

Addie’s breath caught. In the next heartbeat she was running. She threw herself on to Lane, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He caught her. Held her.

“Lane, I love you too.”

“I’ve been scared to say it.”

“Me too.”

“We really are a pair.” He kissed her, spinning her around until he lost his balance and they tumbled down onto the couch. “I should have told you why we weren’t doing any BDSM play.”

“I should have asked.”

“I’ve got a very, very long list of very, very dirty, degrading things I’m going to do to you as soon as I’m not punch-drunk in love with you.”

Addie raised a brow. “When you’re out of love with me?”

“No, I don’t think that could happen. I mean when I can think past ‘yay, girl boobs’ every time you get naked.”

“I’m so happy to know I bring out the twelve-year-old boy in you.” She snuggled against him. “Dirty and degrading?”

“The instant you leave I’m usually kicking myself because I haven’t abused you more thoroughly.”

“I’ve been happy with my abuse. We really are quite good at sex.”

“I like you on top.”

“I’d noticed. Maybe I should be the Dom.”

“You’ll be punished for that.”

“Promises, promises. I’m sorry I interrupted your time with your friends.”

“Sorry I lied about working. I just…”

“Didn’t want to tell me you had a video game date.”

“You called it a date. You’ve now ruined it. Forever.”

“Do you want to see what I brought you?”

“Wine?”

“And ice cream that’s probably melted. But I got something else.” Addie stood and removed her coat. Under it she was wearing nothing but very brief pieces of red lace. “Store-bought, you can rip to your heart’s content.”

“I like ripping. Come here.” He sat up, his cock tenting his boxers.

“Bossy.” She turned her back to Lane, crossed her feet at the ankles and bent over.

“This isn’t bossy. If I were bossy I’d tell you to strip. Because I want you naked, want to inspect every inch of you.”

Addie straightened and turned, her movements slow. She stepped wide and bent again, showing him her cleavage as she ran her hands up her legs. Lane was gripping the edge of the couch as he watched her.

“Put your fingers in your pussy, taste yourself.”

“Make me.”

Smack.
He turned her facedown over his lap and spanked her ass.

“I should haul you upstairs, tie you down and paddle your ass for making me want you this much, for making me fall in love with you.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Fuck, I know, but I don’t care.”

Smack, smack, smack.

“Ohh, Lane!”

He slid two fingers between the lips of her pussy, then deep into her. Addie moaned in pleasure. Yes, she did love this man, for all his contradictions, for the power he tried so hard to hide.

He pushed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.

Lane tumbled her off his lap onto the couch then pulled both of them onto the floor.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around him. “Say you’re mine.”

Lane positioned himself, entered in one smooth thrust. “I’m yours.”

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