See You at the Finish Line (Run, Love, Repeat #1)

41. Adam

Apparently, she’s not ready because it’s been three weeks and I still haven’t heard from her. Well, that’s not true—she’s checked in a few times with updates about Leah, but nothing about us. And as much as I’m glad Leah is on the mend and doing well, I die inside a little more each day without her.

So pathetic.

It’s a late night at the office. The team is gearing up for one of our biggest rivalry games this weekend and I’m still playing catch up on everything I missed while I was in Utah. It’s been almost three weeks of late nights, ordering dinner to the office, and turning down offers to hang out with Mateo.

I don’t want to admit that I’m drowning myself in work so I don’t have to go home to an empty house. It’s midnight before I pack up and make the thirty-minute drive home.

When I pull into my driveway, my heart lurches. A familiar Jeep is sitting outside the house. What’s Paige’s Jeep doing here? Maybe it’s Shay bringing over Q. We’ve arranged to meet up a few times so I can help take care of her. I swore Shay to secrecy.

But what would she be doing here now? It’s almost 1:00 a.m.

I peer inside the car as I pass, but it’s empty. My front door is unlocked, and I have no idea what’s going on.

Then I see her.

Paige is standing at the window, looking out into the backyard. Waves roll across the water, the white caps flickering in the night.

She turns around when she hears me.

“About time,” she huffs. “Where have you been?” She places her hands on her hips and all I can do is stare at her. She’s here. In my house.

She’s home.

“Well?” she insists when I don’t say anything.

“I was at the office working.”

She nods. “Mateo was right, you work too hard.”

“You’ve been talking to Mateo?”

“How do you think I got in? He told me where to find the spare key.”

“I’ll thank him for that later.” I’m not being sarcastic. I make a mental note to thank him.

She’s here.

Putting my bag down, I lean on the edge of the kitchen counter, still watching her. I cross my arms so I don’t do anything stupid, and her eyes track the movement. Here we go—my cock is already thickening. This damn woman.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m doing here?”

I don’t skip a beat. “What are you doing here, Paige?”

“Leah can get up and move around now. ”

“That’s good.”

“She kicked me out of her house and told me I was bothering her. She has a system for packing and apparently it doesn’t involve me.”

My eyebrows raise at that. “Packing?”

Paige nods. “It’ll take her a while, but she blackmailed the university into covering her moving expenses and they’re taking more time than she’d like. Plus, there’s the work visa, and she has to wait until she’s completely healed before she can get here.”

She watches me process this.

“She’s moving here?” I say it slowly like if I don’t, the words will not mean what I hope they mean.

“Well, she wouldn’t hear of me moving back since I accepted the job I’ve always wanted. And she said she’s sick of the heat.”

“You accepted the job.”

“I did.”

“You’re staying.”

“I am.”

Neither of us move, caught in limbo.

“There’s just one problem,” I tell her, my hands clenching into fists as I uncross my arms.

“And what’s that?”

“We’re not allowed to date people from work.”

She stares at me before a wicked smile transforms her face. I cannot breathe as I wait for her next words. “How much fun will it be to sneak around then? ”

I snap, crossing the floor in as few strides as possible and scoop her into my arms, stealing the words that were about to come out of her beautiful mouth.

I don’t break the kiss as I take her upstairs. She only stares at me in protest when I throw her on the bed. I don’t let her get any complaints out because I’m beside her in an instant, pulling her back to me.

My movements are as sure as they are hurried. I need her. Her mouth feels like heaven against mine as she tangles herself around me. I push my thigh between her legs, making contact with her core.

She gasps at the connection and I greedily swallow the sound. I drag my hand under her shirt and groan, feeling her soft skin on my fingers. She feels so good already and I’m desperate for every part of her.

I sit up and let her take my shirt off, watching her run her hands up my chest. My skin burns from the trail of her touch.

Her shirt is off next, and I swing her around, bringing her to straddle my lap. Her knees bracket my hips and I reach around to undo her bra. But there’s no clasp. She laughs and whips the bra off over her head, freeing her breasts for me. My hands run up her bare back as I kiss her chest, teasing her skin with my tongue, trailing down the tattoo on her collarbone.

They’re daisies.

“Stop playing,” she whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe. I groan and take one of her peaked nipples in my mouth. She moans, grinding her hips down on my erection .

“Fuck, Paige. I’ve dreamed about this so many times, I don’t know where to start.”

She takes that as permission to remove herself from my lap and I furrow my brows. “Anything but that,” I complain.

She smiles and begins peeling off her leggings. Just her black lace underwear remains, the only piece of fabric standing between me and her completely naked body. I’m going to rip them off.

Gripping her hips, I bring her back onto the bed and flip her so she’s on her back. I trail kisses down her body until I get to those lace panties and bite them, dragging them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me and then she’s laid bare in front of me.

It’s my turn to stand as she watches me with hooded eyes. I palm my belt buckle, unhooking it and removing it with one hand. She follows the movement with rapt attention as I unbutton my jeans with my capable fingers.

When she bites her bottom lip, I hurry my movements, taking off my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. There is no sexy way to take your pants off as a man, so I just whip them off. Her eyes go wide as she takes all of me in, hard and ready for her.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” she whispers, licking her lips.

“Oh, it’s going to fit so perfectly, sweetheart. I’ll have to make you ready for me.”

She gasps as I grab her by the ankles and drag her body to the end of the bed. The thud of my knees hitting the ground drowns out the moan I make when she’s fully exposed to me. I can’t help but run my hands up the insides of her thighs. She’s so fucking smooth. She inhales as I place kisses where my hands have been, biting and scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin.

Her taut muscles clench beneath my hands and I stare in fascination at her strong body. Too impatient to savour every moment, I don’t hold back or tease, dragging my tongue up her centre, relishing the sound and taste of her, overloading my senses.

Never would I have dreamed she’d be this perfect. I learn her body and she responds perfectly to me, showing me where she likes it as I play with her clit, inserting one of my fingers and then another into her already wet centre.

“Adam,” she says on an inhale, her breathing coming in faster. “I need more,” she pleads. One hand comes around to grip her hips, helping her move with me. Her legs dangle around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, and I encourage her to ride my face.

My tongue flicks and swirls, finding the rhythm she likes. I keep it steady as she climbs, letting her lead me through her orgasm. She gasps as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I flex them, curling around her inner spot as my tongue continues to work her clit. I could come from this alone, but I make sure my dick knows he’s not allowed.

Yet.

I work her through her waves of pleasure until she falls limp against the bed. I place a few chaste kisses on her thighs, aching to hear her make those sounds over and over for me.

“Holy shit,” she says, her eyes closed and limbs floppy. My pride is officially fed. And it wants more.

“Good?” I ask .

Her eyes flash open and she looks me in the eye.

“The best.”

My brows shoot up, and I feel my face pull into a wide smile. “Really?”

She laughs. “Really.”

“Ready for round two?” I say, palming my hand up the planes of her stomach, playing with her breast again. “I didn’t get nearly enough time with these,” I tell her.

She gets up and kneels on the bed in front of me as I stand. She kisses my stomach and I instinctively flex underneath her soft lips.

“How about we save round two for later and you let me play.”

“If you play with me right now there won’t be a later,” I warn her.

“We’ll see about that,” she says as she kisses down my stomach. This woman.

She teases me, toying with the skin and hair that leads down to my dick. When she finally takes me into her hand, I have to take my own hands off her and clench them into fists at my sides.

“Paige?” I say through gritted teeth as she strokes me.

“Mm-hmm?”

When she runs a finger up the underside of my length, the feeling is so surreal I have to blink a few times. “I really want to be inside you when I come.”

“Oh?”

“And if you keep doing that, I’m not going to make it.”

She turns that wicked smile up to me. “We can’t have that now, can we? ”

“No.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Her voice is sultry, and liquid heat curls up my spine, forcing me to close my eyes to maintain my restraint. I’m not going to last very long if just the sight of her smiling at me while her hand works my cock is enough to push me to the edge.

I open my eyes while I’m still able to think clearly.

“I’m clean—I got tested right after you moved here and I haven’t been with anyone since.” I shudder as she strokes me again. This time her tongue juts out to lick the precum that’s leaked from my tip. Fuck, that’s hot.

“I get tested regularly and it’s been longer than I’d like to admit,” she says. “I’m clean too and I have an IUD.”

“Wait, what about Nate?” I have to clench my jaw as anger and jealousy flare. But it’s my bed she’s in.

Paige snorts. “I never slept with him. Shay lied.”

I drop my head to hers, relief flooding me.

“We can still use a condom if that’s what you want,” I tell her, my last bit of coherent thought leaving my body as she adds her second hand to my cock.

“Adam?” she says, and I meet her gaze. “I don’t want anything between us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

That’s all I need. I grab her by the waist and hoist her to the middle of the bed, laying her down more forcefully than I intended.

“We can stop at any time,” I assure her .

She nods and wraps her legs around my middle, pulling me closer. I kiss her, reaching between us and placing my fingers back inside her. She’s so fucking wet. I grip my cock, directing it, and as soon as I’m lined up with her entrance and push my tip in, my brain drops out.

She’s so tight as I work myself in slowly, even though all I want to do is fill her up and fuck her senseless. I’m letting her adjust, but I think I may die.

“God, you’re so big,” she says.

I watch where I’m entering her and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I pull almost completely out and watch myself go back in. Fuck.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” I say, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“I need more of you,” she whispers, arching her back as I inch into her.

She can have all of me. She gasps on her inhale as I become fully seated inside her, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good.

I let her adjust to my size, claiming her mouth. She’s so responsive underneath me, and when she moves her hips, I begin to move mine. We find a rhythm that has my arms shaking. I’m not going to last long. I hope she doesn’t mind.

She moans as I quicken my pace, my hand moving to rub her clit in time with my thrusts, our movements equally desperate for each other.

“I’m going to come again,” she gasps.

“That’s it, sweetheart, moan for me. ”

She cries out as she clenches around me, and I have to grit my teeth. I never want this to end. She feels amazing and her pussy is throbbing around me, taking everything I have.

I go a little wild, slamming into her hard and fast, following her right over the edge, unable to think about anything but how fucking good she feels. How good we feel together.

The loud groans of my climax fill my ears.

“Oh fuck, Paige.” I can’t help the sounds I make as I come. She captures my mouth, muffling the sound as I come harder than I ever have before. I feel the waves of pleasure from deep inside, pouring myself into her.

I’m lightheaded as I come down from that glorious high. Forget running, forget drugs. Who needs that when I have Paige underneath me? On top of me, in front of me. I’m going to have her in every way she’ll let me.

I drop my forehead to hers, feeling our laboured breaths mixing as our heart rates slow. Though I don’t want to, I slowly remove myself from her, flopping down on the bed beside her. She places a kiss on my cheek and then heads to the bathroom to clean herself up.

When she comes back, I grab her by the waist and pull her into me, feeling everywhere our skin touches, and I swear my cock twitches. I have a pretty good refractory period, but two minutes seems like a stretch. I smile into her bare shoulder, brushing my lips on her skin, already dreaming of what comes next.

Obviously her.