First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 23

AARON

"Oh...Fuck! Addison!" I rasp while I come so hard in the shower. I come with her name on my lips and her whole body in my mind.

I knew that watching Addison shop with my money would give me the biggest boner of my life, but watching her anger-shop? That was another level. I rushed to the shower when we got home to take off the pressure. She was killing me.

She kept frowning and huffing all the damn time we were out. She mumbled and muttered curses, which I knew were for me. She went into every shop and bought everything and anything her eyes landed on. Thongs, bras, tops, shorts, dresses, skincare, make-up and books.

She went into every store, told every sales person that I cheated and I'm letting her spend all my money as an apology.

Every person in thos shops got her the new arrivals and told her to buy each item in different colors. I got dirty, judgmental looks all day long and it was worth it.

I didn't like the 'I cheated on Addison part' because I would never do that, but I loved the part where she gave me evil laughs every time she tried on something and those devious smirks she gave me all day.

When she got a new black-violet thong, my cock started cursing me too, wanting me to help him. I wanted him, not just him.

When she got those smutty books she likes to read and got one with the MMC called Aaron, my cock started to hurt from all the blood rushing to it. My cock wanted to kill me for not fucking her right there against that book shelf. Violet dresses and hot shorts...everything she bought made me sweat more, made my cock die from more agony and made me go crazier.

I stop thinking about today, change and go to the kitchen. I have an hour before her mom arrives, I need to cook everything fast. I'm excited to meet her, the woman who raised Addison, who's part of making who Addison is and how good she is.

I want to also show her that Addison is safe here, that this is her home. Unlike what Addison said. I really don't understand how she could not feel at home here.

Even before I met her this year, this home was already hers. Any home I lived in was hers. I put things that I know she would like, colors she loves and stored desserts even though I didn't eat many of them in the past. I wanted to remember her, I wanted to see her without having her around.

Time passes while I'm cooking, and the doorbell rings. Addie rushes to the door in one of her new tops and hot jean shorts. God, those curves, and legs. I would die for them. I knew she secretly liked buying stuff with my money too.

She opens the door and a woman with crazier curly hair, louder laugh and long arms engulf Addison in a bear hug. She pampers her with so many kisses, I don't think Addison is still breathing.

They totally look like mother and daughter. Sound like each other too. I smiled to myself. When Addison said she wanted to be just like her mom, she wasn't kidding.

She is...but even better, more beautiful. More captivating. Addison's smile lights up every room, her voice is my solace and everything about her is just better. She is no comparison to any other woman.

"Hello, Miss Carter." I extend my hand to her, but she holds it and pulls me into a hug.

"Please. Call me Celia." Celia is wearing many colors, and necklaces. I can see how strong and confident she is just from the way she is dressed.

"My daughter said she is living with one of the best volleyball players, but she failed to mention how hot you are!" She starts giggling when Addison groans from behind her. Did I say I already love her mom?