Page 11 of The Biggest Secret
“Fuck, Chelsea.”
I groan, matching his moans as I begin to bounce up and down on his lap. It’s small in here, my head is in his neck, and he’s slouched down as far as the seat allows. But he’s hitting deep and I’m losing myself quickly.
“With your tits in my face, woman, I’m not going to last.” His hands grab at my ass and slide down my crack. I love when he touches me there, it spurs me on more. I’m grinding on him as he lets me take control. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, it’s glorious. He leans his head back on the headrest and watches my face with a smug grin. Usually, he gives me what I need, always knowing what my bodyrequires before I do. But right now, he’s allowing me to use him for what I crave. And he’s just along for the ride.
“Oh, Adam.” My orgasm takes over and his follows. No man has ever made me feel like this. Beautiful, wanted, loved.
I give him a quick kiss on the nose and go to slide back to my seat, but he catches me at the waist. With a smile that rivals the sun and then quickly dissolves into that famous Casanova smirk, he yanks the thong on my hip, and it breaks free from my body.
“Hey!” I chastise him.
He chuckles darkly. “This one belongs to me.” He holds it to his face and inhales deeply never removing his eyes from mine. My heart clenches and so does my pussy. God, this man. He gives me a quick smack to let me know I can move so I pull at my shorts and get back in my seat. I watch as he takes my thong and wraps it around the gear shift before putting us back into drive and pulling out onto the road.
I sit with a satisfied grin. Moving to Christmas is turning out to be the best idea ever.
Chapter Eleven
ADAM
Present Day
The sun is barely up, and I’m at my latest home demo site. I couldn’t concentrate on the second half of the game last night after seeing Chelsea Jo. I have so many questions, so many feelings, and I hate it.
She looked good. Better than good. It’s been two years and my memories didn’t do her justice. That auburn hair that always seemed to glow golden. Her hazel eyes that would darken when she was turned on, that seemed to burn like fire when she was angry and sparkle when she’d laugh. I loved watching her different emotions dance across her face.
But her body. God, even though I was trying not to stare, I couldn’tnotsee her. Her ass in those jeans. Christ. I’ve always been an ass man, but hers has been my downfall, and seeing her in skinny jeans last night… well, let’s just say she had a starring role in my dreams.
I feel out of control, and I don’t like it. I’m the oldest son so I’ve known my role and responsibility since I was able to understand what it actually meant. My family gifted me that title.
My father worked his ass off to start House o’ Love Construction. Then he continued working his ass off to make it the most in demand construction company in the County. My Gramps, my mom’s father, was a builder back in his day. It was never anything as big as what we have now, but he was a good worker and provided a great life for my grandma while raising my mom. He was so proud of what my dad built and couldn’t wait to see what I would do when I took over.
Gramps only got to see the start up, but nothing of what I’ve accomplished since he passed. I miss him so much some days. I miss being able to run ideas by him and just plain talking to him. I know his encouragement in the early days is what drives me today.
The town of Christmas owes a lot to my dad. He settled in a barren area and grew it from the ground up. He won’t ever take recognition for it, but he was a perfect example for other businesses to follow. Slowly and surely a coffee shop opened, then a small fashion boutique. A bakery followed, and a bed and breakfast came next.Dad gave them encouragement and was always there to assist with a build.
We got on the map for our name, Christmas, and once the Almost Christmas festivals began happening, the tourists flocked to our small town. It boosted the economy, and more and more people began to settle here. My dad bought old homes and renovated and flipped them quickly. The population grew. The schools grew. It was an exciting change of times to be a part of.
Dad taught me from the time I could walk how to bang nails. Through middle and high school, in the off season from football, Jackson and I, and my brothers when they got old enough, worked nights and weekends with him.I knew I’d eventually take over the business, but dad still let me try a different path.
I went to college for business, but I had dreams of playing in the NFL since I was a kid. Jackson and I had a pipe dream. He made it, and I came home. I still got to semi-live out the NFL dream because I had Jackson bringing me along for the ride every chance he could. I never really mourned that football dream because I had found Chelsea. So, I came home and began prepping a future for my family and myself. That was my lot in life.
My dad has since semi-retired, yet I kept him on as an advisor. Heloves it, and I love that he believes in me. Working with Bobby as a realtor has only cemented our place in town, and his place in our family. Once he married Britt, it was like getting another brother. So, I continued to build the houses, and he sold them. We make a good team.
There was never a dull moment. And except for the quiet of night, where the silence of Chelsea was louder than ever, there was never a time for me to sulk about losing the love of my life. I was too busy with work and my family. I made sure of it.
It’s also quite possibly why I lost said love, as well.
I hear a couple of car doors slam and prepare myself. Everyone watched me sit shell shocked for the remainder of the game last night so it’s no surprise that they’re here early in the morning to check on me, as well.
“Big brother!” Billy bellows into the open seams of the house. Damn, he’s always so loud.
I walk to the front of the shell of a house to meet them. And thank fuck, they brought coffee. Reaching out I take the cup Jackson is handing over and lean against the stud boards that were put up yesterday.
“Gentlemen. Great win, Gage.” I fist bump him with my free hand.
“Yeah, it was pretty exciting. The boys came ready, and it showed.”
“Any update for the semifinals yet?”
