Page 147 of The Heartbreaker

From how goddamn good I was making her feel.

As the shudders slammed through her, her ass became even snugger. I knew, at that point, she could take a little more power, so my blows turned short but sharp, and they sent me straight over the fucking edge.

“Addison”—I drew in air, shocked from the intensity that I was feeling and from the pleasure spreading through me—“your ass is fucking milking me.”

Within a stroke, I reached the edge, where I dangled for a single second before I was sent straight over.

“Oh my God!”

The words had been spoken in her voice, but I swore they came from me.

Each time I drove back and slid in, more cum shot from my tip.

And each time, a blast of tingles ricocheted through my body.

And each time, what made the feeling even greater was hearing her moan, her breath, her screams that always ended with my name.

I slowed once the sensations died down within the both of us and I was fully empty. As soon as I was out, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her clit. My thumb had spent so much time there; I wanted to make sure she wasn’t sore. I kissed each of the places my hand had swiped, slowly working my way up her body.

My mouth then went to her cheek, her chin, and hovered above her lips. “Baby …” I exhaled. “You’re fucking amazing. I hope you know that.”

“I didn’t think I was going to survive. I certainly didn’t think I was going to enjoy it.”

“And you did?”

She scanned my eyes, a smile moving across her face. “Far more than I’d ever thought I would.”

“Wait until the next time. It’s going to blow your mind.” I gave her most of my body weight, my hands cupping her cheeks. “I love you, Addison.”

“You should.”

I laughed, and she did too.

“More than I could ever tell you and more than I could ever show you,” I said. My palms went beneath her back, and I lifted her off the mattress. “I’m going to take you in the shower so I can wash you and heal you a little.”

“And then you’re going to put me to bed?”

“Yes.” I kissed her again. “And I’m going to hold you until tomorrow morning.”

When I went to pick her up, she squeezed my wrist. “Ridge …” There was emotion in her eyes—I could see it growing; I could feel it. “I love you more.”

THIRTY-FIVE

Addison

It didn’t matter if I was on a stage, in my car, or in the middle of a bar; when I heard music, a pulse moved through my body, and all I wanted to do was dance. For most of my life, that music had come from the radio or some type of streaming site. I just didn’t have the funds to attend concerts, even though I would have loved to.

So, when Jana had asked me to take her place and go with Daisy and Ridge to see Taylor Swift, I hadn’t thrown my arms around her and told her how excited I was, but I’d wanted to. Nor had I told her that this was a dream opportunity, and never had I thought I would get to see one of my favorite artists live, but I wanted to do that too.

As the date of the show got closer, I couldn’t contain the flurry in my body. Daisy and I had made a countdown calendar, and every day, we would cross off a box, jumping in anticipation that we were one night closer. Poor Ridge had to hear about it relentlessly, and he was getting it from both sides since Daisywas talking about it nonstop, whether she was in class or at home.

But it wasn’t just the buzz of going and all the chatter that surrounded the event. It went far deeper than the three of us showing up to the stadium to watch the concert. When it came to this performance, every detail mattered. This was a gala of eras, and we needed to pick our favorite and roll with it. So, in addition to the countdown and the constant Taylor talks, we had to plan our outfits. That took multiple trips to the mall and hours spent in Daisy’s room with a glue gun and glitter and lace.

The best part about creating this masterpiece was that we got to do it together and bond over it.

From head to toe, our girl sparkled. There were jewels and glitter on her pink Chucks, her white socks were trimmed with lace, her baby-pink skirt had several layers of tulle beneath it, and her silver sequined top hadSwiftiein the middle, decorated with even more glitter. But it wasn’t just the ensemble that mattered. Hair and makeup were just as important too. So, while I got her ready, we FaceTimed with Jana. I wanted Jana to give me some tips on how to do Daisy’s makeup and how to create the heart around her eye so it would stay the whole night without smudging. I knew Jana was upset that she couldn’t be here, and I wanted her to feel as though she was part of the big event even if she was far away.

Once Daisy’s face was completed, I put some pink studs in her ears and checked her nail polish, every nail done in a different pastel, to make sure none of it had nicked. And the last piece was a headband of daisies that I secured across the center of her forehead and tucked through the locks of her hair.