Honeymoon Phase By Amy Daws Read Free Chapter 31

Luke

My heart races as I stomp through my house, not bothering to kick off my snowy boots as the desperate urge to get this woman in my arms warmed up overwhelms me. And I don’t mean warm her up with my lips. Yet.

Right now, Addison is soaked and shaking and needs out of these wet clothes before I can do any of the things I want to do to her.

I step into my bathroom and shift to flick on the lights as she shudders against me. “Fuck, I need to get you warmed up, babe,” I growl, setting her down on her feet.

She looks up and nods, rubbing her hands together.

I step into her space and cup her hands with mine. “We gotta get you out of your wet clothes and into the shower. You okay with that?”

“Yy-yye-essss,” she stutters, starting to peel her jacket off.

I have to bite my tongue as I help her shed the drenched clothes. The fact that she ran in this wet shit while it was snowing, only wearing sneakers and leggings, makes me fucking furious. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her for being so careless with the woman I’m fucking crazy about. The woman who is stubborn to her core.

But she did admit to wanting me.

That’s progress.

And I’m embracing those words with everything I have.

She pulls her shoes off and I bend to remove her soaked socks, swearing under my breath when I see how red her toes are.

Standing, I rub her arms, trying to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. My breath hitches when she starts to pull her loose T-shirt up. Our eyes lock briefly with unspoken words as we prepare to step fully across our friendship barrier. Ready or not.

My fingers brush her ribs as I help bring her shirt up and toss it to the floor, fully intent on never going back to what we were before.

Inhaling deeply, I take a second to stare at her in nothing but her bra and leggings, but the moment is cut short when I see goose bumps pepper across her skin. “We need to get you naked and into the warm water, so you don’t go hypothermic on me.”

She lets out a laugh and smiles through her chattering teeth. “Sounds hot.”

My nostrils flare at her little joke as I help her out of her sports bra next, my jaw going taut as her two tiny peaks point toward me with red, ruby nipples. She laughs and pushes me back, snapping me out of my stupor as she bends to push her tights off. I force myself to turn on the shower, making sure it’s not too hot to shock her body even more.

“Get in and start warming up,” I order a little too harshly, having a hard fucking time warring with my mind about not touching her yet and getting her warmed up first. “I’m coming in with you.”

She quickly jumps and the moan that she utters as the water hits her skin has my dick swelling. I shuck off my fire repellent bibs so quick I almost fall over. Normally I leave this stuff at the station but when Dakota called me to tell me how upset Addison was when she found out about the fire, I couldn’t take the time to stop on my way back. I had to get to her, especially when she didn’t answer her damn phone. I was desperate to apologize for being such a fucking asshole. She’d texted me earlier today to tell me about her plans to go for a run and my response was cruel, petty, and fucking selfish.

I will never do that to her again.

To know she was so distraught, she ran through the snow fucking kills me. Her face when she came around the corner of my house looked like she’d been through war. And it was my fault. All of it.

Yes, I’ve been angry at her for holding back her feelings but leaving her at home to worry? It’s unforgivable. And what I said to her last night in my anger? Fuck, I’m an asshole.

But seeing Robyn interact with Roe made my blood boil, and Roe’s anger at me was justified. I hurt her, but I don’t regret it because it woke us both up to see how important we are to each other. And it should have come as no shock to me that my wife, my Roe . . . is a fighter.

God that excites the ever-loving fuck out of me.

I’ll fight with her forever if she’ll have me.

I tug my jeans off and tear my shirt over my head. When I glance at the glass shower door, I find Addison watching me with her lip clamped tightly between her teeth. My dick jumps in my boxer briefs because I like her eyes on me. I’ve waited what feels like my whole fucking life to have her look at me like this, so I relish the moment I peel my boxers down and kick them out of the way.

Her hungry eyes are glued to my cock as I stalk toward her and swing the door open. She finally looks up, meeting my gaze, which makes me smile.

“Like what you see?” I ask, stepping into the shower and crowding into her space.

“Luke . . .” she says tentatively, reaching out to lay her hands on my chest, making me wince.

“Babe, your hands,” I murmur, cupping them to my chest and rubbing them aggressively as the water pours down over her, my own body standing outside the stream to not take any of the flow from her.

“I’m fine,” she says, pulling her hands back and shaking them out. “They’re tingling. That’s good.”

I reach around her to adjust the water temp a little warmer, now that she’s been in here a few minutes. “What about your toes?” I ask, dropping to my knees, trying to ignore for a few seconds how close to me her delicious naked body is. Picking one foot up off the tile floor, she lets out a squeak as she regains her balance so I can rub them hard. They feel like ice.

She lets out another laugh when I massage my hands up her right calf and down over her ankle, gripping her toes until I finally start to feel them heat up. “The other one,” I demand, repeating the motions with her other leg.

“They’re burning like hell now, I think I’m good. We won’t have to cut any toes off.” She reaches down and tips my chin up to look at her. I squint through the splatter of the shower water and feel like I can finally breathe again, and when I do . . . I let myself take in what I have standing before me.

Addison’s body glistens under the stream of water beading down her flesh. Her thick, muscular legs, round, supple hips, and soft, smooth belly are eye level with me. Begging to be touched. My gaze travels upward and I can’t help feasting my eyes on her breasts. I’ve fantasized about having them bare to me every day she’s been here. Imagining what was under those oversize T-shirts is nothing compared to this reality. Her nipples are hard and begging for my lips to be on them.

“Addison,” I state, using her real name and not her nickname, because what I’m about to say is going to be very unfriendly.

Her stomach contracts with a deep breath. “Yes?”

I run my hands up her calves, leaning in to kiss her stomach, loving how she inhales deeply when I nip at her skin there. “I want to rub my hands all over you. Wash you. Worship you,” I murmur, kissing at her naval. “I want to lick and suck every inch of your body.”

She shudders with a labored breath and grabs my wet hair as I stroke my hands higher up her thighs, gripping her ass as I lick and kiss my way up her stomach. “Then I want to take you to my bed and fuck you to sleep.”

Her breath comes out in quick pants as I gaze up at her, feeling my pulse racing beneath my skin. “How do you feel about all that?”

Her breath stutters as she shifts, pressing her back against the tile wall. She nods her head and lifts her foot to my shoulder, opening her legs to me. My mouth salivates as I take in her perfect pink pussy covered in a thin coat of hair. A beast awakens inside me as I hold myself back from attacking her like an animal who hasn’t eaten in days.

“I want your answer, Addison.” I smile and shake my head as I tsk at her. “I need to hear you say it, because once you say you want the same thing . . . once I get a taste of you . . .” I stand pulling her close to me, letting her feel how much I want her as my hard cock presses into her belly. “I won’t want to stop.”

She smiles a cheeky smile, looking like the spunky Roe I’ve grown to love. My best friend. Her voice is rich and virile when she cups her hands around my neck. “I feel like you better get started because lord knows I don’t sleep well.”

“You will when I’m done with you, babe,” I warn before covering her body with mine as I seize her lips with a deep, guttural groan.

She meets my frantic wild kiss with her own. It’s a kiss I’ve longed to share with her. One not weighed down by fear and insecurity. One that I can offer without abandon because I know she wants it. She wants me.

She might even love me even if she can’t quite say it yet.

I press her against the tile, swallowing her gasp of shock as I reach down and pull her leg up to grind my cock into her as it grows even harder and seeks whatever friction it can find. She meets my needy thrusts with her own while she tries to pull me closer.

She tastes so fucking good, I think as I tear my lips from hers, kissing my way to her jaw . . . her neck . . . down her collarbone and over to the other side.

Pulling back, I stop to catch my breath before I get carried away. “I think I promised you I’d worship your body first.” She lets out a frustrated noise that has me chuckling. I kiss her on the nose and pull back to grab my bodywash. “We have all night, babe. Let me do this for you.”

I pop the top of the bottle. It’s a mountain rain scent so it won’t come close to smelling as good as she does, but I like the idea of her smelling like me. I want my scent and my cum all the fuck over her by the end of this night.

She’s mine forever.

She scowls a little, watching me lather up my hands. I fucking love that she doesn’t want me to stop kissing her, but I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to learn and touch every inch of her body. I run the suds up her arms, her chest rising and falling as she watches. Working the soap up around her neck and slowly sliding my hands down her chest to cup her perfect pert breasts, her hard nipples digging into my palms.

She moans softly when I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, fighting back the urge I have to squeeze them until she screams.

When I get back down on my knees to wash her legs she inhales sharply as I stroke between her thighs. I can’t help but growl when I feel how slick she is between her folds.

“Fuck, Addison,” I say huskily, standing and removing my hands from her wet heat. She bites her lip, and I lean in to kiss her again. “Soon,” I say, rubbing my hands over her breasts and pulling her into the full spray to wash the suds off her.

“My turn,” she says, grabbing the soap herself. She squirts a healthy amount and brings it to my chest, swirling the suds over my light dusting of chest hair. Down my arms and back to my stomach. I relish in feeling her small hands on me as she explores my body. I’ve wanted this for so long.

Then her hands slide down my abs . . . and she strokes lower, fisting her hand over my cock. I hiss, pressing my forehead into her neck. I kiss and suck my way to her lips as she pumps me, making me see stars. When she cups my balls with her other hand, I grip her hair, tipping her head back to me with a groan as I devour her lips. She’s too fucking good at that.

“I’m supposed to be washing you,” I growl into the shell of her ear before nipping at her lobe.

She sighs with a small laugh on her lips as I pull my head back. “Friends don’t let friends soap up alone.”

My lips pull up into a smile and I can’t help but kiss her again. It feels good to kiss her whenever I want. Whenever she amuses me or challenges me or pisses me off. I’m going to kiss her frequently and freely because she’s finally mine.

I turn her around, making sure I soap every inch of her back and her fucking perfect ass. I pull her tight to me and grab the shampoo, then massage her head and hair as she presses back into me. I let her rinse out the suds and I quickly scrub my own hair and face, enjoying watching her raise her arms to stroke the suds out of her hair.

Pulling her to me again, I kiss her already swollen lips and turn her in my arms so her ass is pressed up against my throbbing cock. “Put your arms on the wall.”

She does as she’s asked, and I squeeze her breasts, lightly tugging her nipples in a way that has her ass pressing into my cock harder. I trail my hands lower and cup her sex, sliding a finger through her folds.

“I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” I rasp, rubbing her clit as she arches back into me, moving her hips with me.

“Luke,” she moans as I work her clit harder, feeling her legs tense against me.

“Fuck I love hearing you say my name like that.” My jaw clenches as I work my two middle digits into her tight heat as she drops her head to watch me fuck her with my fingers.

Stroking in and out of her, I make sure my palm is rubbing her clit with every stroke as I kiss and suck her neck. Her body moves against mine as I feel her core begin to tighten.

“Luke . . . fuck . . . I’m going to come,” she says breathily as her fingers splay out wide on the tile wall. She grinds into my movements with every thrust of my fingers. I fight back the urge to take myself into my own hand and come along with her, but I want her orgasm more than I want my own.

I palm her breast with my other hand, tweaking her nipples in time with my strokes. “Come on my fingers, babe, I want to feel it.” I whisper heavily into her neck as her legs begin to shake. She reaches one hand down to mine. Not to stop me, but to press my hand into her harder. Letting me know she wants it harder and faster, and I give her what she wants.

“Luke,” she pants out. “Luke!” Her breaths come out in quick, shallow gasps as she grips my hand that’s fucking her. Her hips moving in rhythm to what I’m doing to her.

“I’m coming . . . I’m coming . . .” she cries out, standing on her tiptoes, and I feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers. Her whole body tenses against mine while I hold her as she rides the waves of her orgasm, her belly contracting under my arm.

Breathing just as hard as she is, she goes slack after a moment, and I withdraw my fingers from her while she still clutches my hand. I have to pull back and grip my cock hard to relieve some tension before I fucking cum all over her back.

Desperate, Roe turns on her heels and grabs my neck, kissing me fiercely. I grip the backs of her thighs and hoist her up around my waist, pressing her against the wall. We kiss and suck and nibble and moan and lick and devour each other for who knows how long. Long enough for the water to run cold.

I walk us out of the shower and wrap her in a towel while I grab my own, needing a minute to calm my racing heart and my cock. I’m not one to shy away from coming but I want to be inside her when I do it. Not spraying it on her back like a fucking neanderthal.

Roe watches me dry off with a hungry look that isn’t helping. “Looking at me like that will only get you fucked.” I tease her, watching her drop her towel as she stalks toward me.

“That better be a promise,” she says, grabbing me by the waist of my towel and pulling me into my bedroom.

I shut the lights off, allowing the moonlight to be our guide as we slip into bed naked, clean, and warm. I crawl over my wife, kissing up her navel and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.

She delves her hands into my hair, crying out as I flick my tongue over the tight bud. I nudge a knee between her legs, and she opens them willingly for me. I move to kiss her lips, my fingers sliding between her thighs and finding her pussy still wet and waiting as I thrust a finger deep inside her.

She arches her back, breaking the kiss while I slowly work in and out of her, her wet hair draped over my pillow. “You’re so fucking wet for me, babe.” I’m so hard I know I’m leaving a trail of precum on her leg.

Nodding, she bites her lip as she thrusts her hips up. “Luke, I need you.”

My head swims hearing her say that. “Fuck, I really want to taste you, but I can save that for later. I need to be inside you or I’m going to lose it.” I turn and rustle in my nightstand drawer, searching for a condom with hands shaking like it’s my first time.

Grabbing one, I twist around, struggling to open it while Roe’s warm hand stills on top of mine. “No condom.”

My brows furrow as I look up at her, shifting my head so the moonlight illuminates her. I do a circuit of her face to ensure she’s fully with it, and swallow hard when she grabs the condom from me and places it on the bed. “Are you sure?”

“I have an IUD and I want to feel you, Luke. All of you.” She sits up and runs her hands up my chest.

My cock twitches and I glance down to see a bead of precum pulse out the tip like even he knows what she’s just offered.

“When was the last time you slept with someone?” she asks, and her question carries weight in the silence of my bedroom.

My jaw muscle twitches as I look up at her and answer honestly. “It’s been a couple years.” It’s sad but true. But also, not sad because I’ve been too busy pining for my best friend . . . which she does not need to know.

“Have you been tested since then?” she asks, clearly not judging me.

I nod. “Yes, and I used a condom.”

She licks her lips and reaches down to grip my length. “It’s been longer than that for me, and I was tested at my annual last year.”

I let out a stuttered breath, pushing her down onto the bed while I hold myself above her. My mind spins thinking about the level of intimacy this means. “Are you positive? I don’t mind using a condom.”

“Yes, Luke,” she practically begs, spreading her legs and letting a hand trail down her stomach between us. She dips two fingers into her sex as she reaches up with her other hand to pull me closer. “You’re my husband and I want to feel all of you.”

Blinking back the sting in my eyes at her words I let out a laugh and smile at her, because on the surface they’re dirty and sexy. But underneath, I hear . . . mine . . . forever. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I pull her hand from between her legs and bring her fingers to my mouth sucking them off. I moan at the taste of her, my hips pulsing harshly between her as her scent elicits a carnal reaction in me.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I growl, reaching down to grab my cock and run it along her glistening lips, feeling her scorching heat waiting for me. I push into her slowly. Her tight pussy struggling to take me in. I stare at her face as our mouths drop open at the same time. The pressure is too intense. The feelings too real. I pull back out and thrust harder, pushing through her tight muscles. I freeze at the fucking overwhelming sensation of feeling her bare.

“Oh God, Addison.”

“Luke,” she whispers, pulling me close to her so she can kiss me. Rolling her hips upward I feel myself sink even deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I moan against her lips. Her pussy clenches around me and she rolls her hips again, making me grunt.

“I need you to fuck me, Luke. Fuck me. Please.” She begs, moving her hips again as she wraps one leg around my back.

Her begging is music to my ears as I shift my arms and hold myself still, watching her struggle at my refusal to give her what she wants. Her eyes pop open and she looks up at me, confused.

“Tell me you want me,” I command, my voice firm as my eyes score over every feature on her face, committing this moment to memory. I don’t just want to fuck her right now. I want more. I want everything with this woman.

Her face softens and her hands move up to my cheeks, her finger sliding over the scar on my chin. “I want you.”

Her words cause a chill to run up my spine because I know she’s saying “want,” but her eyes are saying more. I bite my lip and look away, savoring this moment like it could be my last. When I look back at her, she has a soft, secretive smile on her face, like she can read my mind. The one downfall of falling in love with your best friend . . . they can see right through you.

So, I reply with the only thing I can say. “I want you too.”

And with a growl, I thrust hard into her, watching her expression shift in a flash from warm and fuzzy to shock and pain. It’s the good kind of pain though. The kind of pain that comes from years of denying ourselves what we should have had all along.

Her lips part and her breath catches as she adjusts to the size of me, moaning and glancing down at where we’re connected. Gripping my neck like a lifeline, she holds on as I rock into her again, and I love how her breasts brush my chest with the motion. She pulls me in for a kiss as I continue pumping into her, her channel stretching for me with each thrust. The sounds of our bodies connecting echo in the room along with our moans in-between frenzied kisses, and it’s erotic as fuck.

She breaks the kiss and murmurs and groans “I want you, Luke” over and over like those words are the only thing to relieve her of this overwhelming feeling.

Warmth explodes in my chest that fights with the carnal urge I have going on below my waist as I lose myself inside of her. This must be what love is. The battle of heart and sex. Good versus evil. Feelings with desire. It’s a heady sense of rightness and one I’ve never experienced before and one I never want to let go of. Ever.

Fuck, I’m so gone for her.

Her hand snakes down my neck as she lets her nails scratch my chest while she dips between us to rub her clit.

“Fuck,” I growl, my voice guttural as I watch her hand move on her body. This is not helping stave off the release building at the base of my spine.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” She gasps with each word as I pound into her, our bodies slick with sweat, breath hot on each other’s faces.

Her back arches as her core fists my dick so hard, barreling my release forward.

“Yes, Luke,” she cries as her pussy clenches around me.

And it’s my name on her lips that does me in.

My release surges through my shaft as her sex shudders around me, both of us coming at the same time. My vision is a kaleidoscope of nonsense constricting my world into hot moans and slick flesh and the smell of sex. It’s not a bad place to live.

I pump into her several more times as the aftershocks ripple through me. When my vision finally returns, I can only smile down at my wife before I kiss her slowly, lazily, grunting when her pussy clenches one more time around me.

I will love you forever, Roe. And I’ll wait until you’re ready before I utter those words, because I know you’re still unpacking things. So for now, I’m going to luxuriate in the bliss that is being inside my best friend.

Because this . . . is love.