Chasing Him - Kat T. Masen Page 0,35

that happened to me with strawberry ice cream. I couldn’t touch the damn stuff till like twenty years later.”

“So, you know,” he confirms.

I do know. We aren’t going to be welcomed with open arms. That’s the bottom line. Just as Eric had said, an epic of shit-storms no matter how the truth unveils.

“Okay, so change of subject. Are you here for good, and what’s the plan?”

“I’m here for the next month, then off to Morocco for a piece I need to do. I’ve found a place not far from Hazel’s which is great since I can spend time with Blaze.”

“When do I see you? How will this work? Will we just meet at your place?”

“Adriana,” he says soothingly. “Calm down, okay? Let’s just take it one day at a time.”

“But… but… I need to—” I feel him throbbing against me. Fuck me dead. Wow! Okay, what was I going to say? “So yeah, anyways—”

“Do I need to fuck you again to shut you up?”

“Well, I do have more questions,” I tease.

He doesn’t ask and slides himself in from behind. “There’s only one question I want you to ask, Adriana.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask me how I’m going to make you come.”

My body quivers. “How are you going to make me come, Julian?”

He pushes me on all fours and positions himself behind me. With his hands firmly on my hips, he pushes against me at an even, slow pace. “I’m going to slide my finger into your ass and fuck you hard until you come all over my cock. Can you handle that?”

Hot damn. I nod.

“Say it out loud,” he grunts.

“I want you to finger my ass and fuck me hard.”

I feel him spit onto my asshole, circling it gently before he slides in. His pace increases, and I’m coming undone feeling that familiar ache form in the pit of my belly.

I want him to explore every part of me.

Heart, mind, body, and soul.

I am his.

He is mine.

And that’s what he did for the next five hours until it was time for me to leave, back to my so-called responsible life.

I pick up Andy on my way to meet Eric, Tristan, and Charlie for an early dinner.

Lex flew to Manhattan due to some big mess. I’m not listening, to tell you the truth. It’s what happens when Charlie rambles on about her husband.

The restaurant is a family-friendly eatery, bugging the shit out of Eric. Amelia and Andy are happily playing in the kids’ corner as the waiter stands beside our table to take our order.

“I’ll have the ham and pea soup for starters with a side of garlic bread, the steak and mixed salad for my entree. Oh, wait, can you add potatoes to that and sour cream?” The waiter nods, quickly writing on his pad. “Great, and for dessert I’ll have the chef’s surprise, but make sure it comes with two scoops of vanilla ice cream… oh, what the hell, make it three.” I place my menu down to be met with gaping mouths.

“Adriana, are you feeding Africa?” Charlie asks.

“No, just famished,” I practically sing out loud.

“That’s a mighty big meal. Sounds like you had a busy day.” Eric snickers.

I shoot him an annoyed look. What the fuck is he thinking? At least Tristan has the decency to keep his trap shut.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Amelia has spilled some water.” A fretful Charlie excuses herself to attend to her daughter.

“Okay, you better fess up, missy, because you look freshly fucked in every orifice,” Eric points out.

“Eric, honestly. That’s so crass,” Tristan scolds him.

My cheeks begin to flush, no doubt visibly red from Eric’s observation. “Yes, all right. Keep your big mouth shut or no deets.”

“Geez, don’t get all nasty on me,” Eric gripes. “Look at you, you’ve got that glow. You know that jizz-splashed-all-over-your-face glow.”

My shoulders rise and fall as I chuckle at his comment. Even Tristan isn’t immune to Eric’s humor.

“Tristan, maybe you need to block your ears for this,” I warn.

“Please, I live with Eric. I can handle the smut talk.”

“Okay, Julian is so fucking unbelievable I can’t walk. I mean literally, I think my vagina is broken,” I blurt out.

“Oh, hell no, you could’ve warned me, Adriana,” Tristan complains.

“I did!”

He rambles uncomfortably about needing to leave the table and uses Andy and Amelia as an excuse to heads over.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy for you!” Eric claps his hands and stands up to hug me.

“What’s going on?” Charlie returns, eyeing us cautiously.

“Finally finished a design, that’s all,” I lie. “I