by Kali Brixton
“Luca, I’m…I’m…” I trail off, unable to finish my thoughts as my brain shuts down and pleasure overwhelms me. My hips buck hard into his hand, pressing my head against the wall, and ride the waves of ecstasy. The ebb and flow of pleasure coursing through my veins are a drug, bringing me a high I haven’t felt in forever.
I nearly collapse into the floor, my knees weak, until a strong set of arms scoop me up along with his shirt as a pair of sturdy legs strides toward my bedroom with us in tow.
I’m still trying to catch my breath as Luca lays me on top of my bed, his erection trying to break free from it’s belted confines. He kicks off his shoes and works his still wet pants down his muscular legs as I try to see through the haze. Why is it that my vibrator hasn’t been able to do in years what his touch can do with so little effort? Though I can’t focus as well as normal, I can’t miss how his body is a masterpiece from the tips of his dark, rain-slicked hair and those damn dimples to those refined muscles from the front to the back meant to mesmerize and seduce. His biteable ass I loved to dig my heels into as he plunged into me with his long, thick cock, both even more impressive than the last time I laid eyes on them.
A cock I now have an overwhelming urge to taste and savor. His erection springs forward as he peels his boxer briefs away from his thighs and lets them hit the floor. He lays his wet clothes over my clear vanity chair and stalks toward the bed, the wolf within still hunting, prowling.
And I his willing prey.
“You’re a little overdressed, aren’t you?” His cocky grin frustrates in only the best ways now.
I sit up and lean back on my elbows, taking in every inch of his naked perfection. “I like the view just fine.”
Luca smirks as he yanks off one sock of mine, then the other. “Then, let me even the tables a bit.”
My leg lifts off the bed as he suspends it in the air. His lips plant a soft kiss on the top of my foot as his hand smooths over the inside of my clothed leg. Another on my shin, then one on my knee. When he reaches my thigh, his hand is precariously close to where it was a few minutes ago, making me squirm until he sets my leg down. I whimper at the loss of his touch until his lips press over my hip bone and continue their path to my aching nipples. He lays a tender kiss over one, then the other, and brushes his mouth over my collarbone. A shudder moves through me as he teases my neck, then my jawline, finding my lips once more.
I grab for him, wanting to feel the weight of his body against mine, but he pulls back. “Clothes will only get in the way of the things I have in mind for us tonight, Ev…and tomorrow.” His grin is so wide, his eyes squint. “And every day after that.”
My lower lip catches in my teeth at his suggestion. We make short work of my clothes, and he falls into bed beside me, the warmth of his body bleeding into mine. We kiss and touch, refreshing our memories of each other once more. He kneads one breast, then the other as our tongues battle for dominance. Soft velvet over hard steel brushes against my leg as he tears his lips from mine and takes one hardened peak between them. My hands grip him to me, not wanting anything to disturb his connection to my body. It tightens with every swirl and tug, making my arousal pool once more while his hand lavishes attention on my other breast.
“God, I’ve missed these,” he mutters against my nipple, abandoning his grip on the other as his touch travels south once more. The tip of his finger electrifies my sensitive clit once more while he lays one last gentle kiss on the hardened peak. His tongue follows his finger and he quickly maneuvers himself between my thighs, pushing my knees back until I’m wide open and on display before him. “I’ve waited a long time for another taste of you.”
He breathes in my scent, then locks eyes onto me as his tongue dips into my folds. The view is so overwhelmingly erotic, causing fresh arousal to join the moisture of his tongue. I feel another orgasm building, rapidly approaching while he devours me, adding his fingers back into the mix. My sighs turn into moans as he curls those two digits while doubling down his efforts on my clit.
“Right there. Don’t stop,” I pant, my body bowing with the need to explode.
I shout his name while I hurtle toward bliss. A wave of pleasure crests and I cling to it for dear life, riding it out as he licks me through it. The tension rushes from my body, leaving me a puddle of pleasure in the middle of my bed.
My eyes close, taking in the sensation of this. Holy fuck.
I feel him press a soft kiss to my mound before crawling back up and holding himself above me. My eyes flutter open to half-mast, only to see those beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me, his lips coated in my arousal. “I love hearing my name on your lips when you come.”
My hand pats his face as I chuckle, unable to form words.
Sweet cornbread and biscuits, how I’ve missed that talented tongue.
His face lowers to mine when I finally catch my breath, capturing me in a kiss. The taste of myself on him is so erotic, so satisfying. Firm hips brush against mine as he deepens the kiss. I reach between us to wrap my hand around him, gently tugging until he stills my hand.
“I’m too wound up, Ev. I’ll make a mess,” he chuckles, even as he shifts into my hand once more.
But I need more. So much more. I need to fill me to the brim, to hear my name fall from his lips as he falls apart.
“Luca, please…” I whine, grinding my hips against him, coating him in my arousal. “I want to feel you.”
A deep groan rumbles at my movements. “I don’t have a condom, Ev. Just let me just make you feel good tonight.”
Dammit. So close…
A memory sparks and a smile spreads over my face.
Thank God for nosy best friends.
“If that’s all that’s holding you back,”—I open the nightstand drawer clown car of condoms—“Pick your poison.”
His eyes widen at the sight, similar to how Aaron’s did the last time when it stumbled upon the treasure trove. Thank goodness that stupid orange dildo isn’t in there. That’d be a whole other story to explain. Taking in the options, he quietly searches for a black and gold packet, never commenting on the plethora of options in my nightstand drawer.
I thought he’d at least get a good laugh out of it, but instead, his jaw is tight. Finding what he was searching for, he closes the drawer back and rips the packet open. With his erection sheathed, he settles back between my thighs and captures my lips in a hard kiss. “I don’t care how many men warmed my spot after me, Evergreen. I’m going to make you forget every single one of their names, then yours. Until the only one you can think, you can speak, you can remember is mine.”
Wait. Does he think I slept with other guys? “Luca, it’s not—“
He shakes his head as he rocks his hips against mine. “Let me show you how much I missed you, how perfect we are together.” I want to tell him the truth but when he presses his engorged tip to my entrance, I lose all train of thought. “Let me love you the way I’ve wanted to for so long, Evergreen.”
At my nod, he pushes forward, my body slick and awaiting him. Even as prepared as I am, his size is hard to take at first.
What’d I do? Revirginize myself?
“Fuck, Ev. It’s just like the first time we…” His words die away as I clench around him, gripping him even though I’m trying to relax. His cock continues to work its way in and out, gaining entry little by little until he’s fully seated inside me. Moans from us both escape at the sensation of being joined together once more.
God, how I’ve missed this.
His forehead drops to mine as I rub my hands over his back, getting used to the feel and stretch of him. “I’m not going to last long, Ev.”
I breathe deeply, loving how his scent wraps around me, cocooning me in its spice and warmth. “We’ve got all night,” I quietly sigh, our lips barely a whisper from one another’s.
He inhales, his forehead still touching mine. “I’m gonna need all your nights. Your days too.”
My heart leaps at his word
s—words I would’ve given anything and everything to hear years ago.
Pushing back up to look me in the eyes, there’s a softness there I’ve never seen before. “I want a redo.”
I glance down at our joined bodies. “We just started, though.”
My laugh fades as he rocks into me the tiniest bit. “I meant that last night we were together. The one before everything went to shit.”
When I told him I loved him, but he didn’t say it back. I swallow hard, the calluses on my heart throbbing. “What would you have done differently?”
He softly presses his mouth to mine, pulling back and pushing in more this time. “I wouldn’t have been a coward.”
Withdraw.
“I would’ve told you that you’re everything I don’t deserve.”
Thrust.
“You would’ve known my heart belongs to you.”
Withdraw.
“And only you.”
Thrust.
“Forever.”
Withdraw.
“I would have told you I love everything about you…”
Thrust.
“Your wit, your laugh…your right cross.”
We chuckle as he thrusts twice, giving way to deep groans. He brushes over a place deep inside, and my walls flutter again.
“That I love you with everything I have…”
Withdraw.
“And everything I’ll ever be.”
Thrust.
“And I hope to God you feel the same way too.”
A tear trickles down the side of my face as I capture his lips with mine, swallowing his groans, him consuming my sighs. The speed of his hips increases as he bends his mouth to my ear.
“I love you so much, Evergreen. And I’ll never stop.”
What resolve I had when he first came here tonight fractures as I shatter once more, clamping down tightly on him. Two more thrusts and he roars his release, and I remember how much I love to see him come unhinged.
Just like so many other things…
Because despite the years, the lies, the separation, I love him too.
And I always will.
37
Everleigh
I wake with a start, darkness shrouding my vision. Good Lord, what did I set the heat on last night? I roll over to get up and see if something’s happened to the thermostat, only to have a strong arm pull me back and a hot body press itself against me further.
A smile creeps across my face. I’d forgotten how warm Luca’s body gets when he sleeps.
“Too early,” he mumbles.
Funny. Usually, I’m the bear when I get woke up. After all the nights I’ve spent cloaked in the icy grip of cold, with only stark loneliness keeping me company, this is a much better alternative. Adjusting my position, I snuggle back into the inferno behind me and find sleep once again in the arms of a man who loves me.
Luca
Everleigh still drools.
It’s something that shouldn’t be so damn adorable, but it is.
After waking up with her in my arms and a bit of fresh slobber on my chest, I realize just how many mornings I’ve missed with this as the outcome—over 2300 of them.
For 2300-plus mornings, I’ve missed cuddles, the way she crinkles her nose when her face is touched while she sleeps, how grumpy she is when she first wakes up, and drool puddles that she always swore were never hers.
Today, I was supposed to marry a girl I could never truly love and begin a lifetime of misery. Instead, I’m watching the woman I love more than anything lying face down, in her crab-like sleeping position, forming a tiny drool pool of her very own.
I’m officially the luckiest bastard alive.
Non-marriages get me to thinking about my plans for the hopefully near future because I’m never letting Everleigh go. I wonder if next week would be too soon to ask Rian for her hand in marriage… My chest constricts at the thought of having to ask him. In my eyes, Rian Greene has always been this larger-than-life, Captain America-type hero who always did the right thing and led by example—sort of like the younger Irish version of Papi Dean. But now? I feel like everything I know about him is a lie. His wife Kyleigh and his family were always his everything. Or so I thought...
What the hell made him decide some random chick was worth risking everything for?
I hope Kieran being back in town will help matters…
Aw, hell. In all that occurred yesterday, I forgot to tell him the wedding was off. Hopping off the bed and grabbing my phone, which needs to be plugged in ASAP, I shoot him a quick text.
Me: No wedding. We’ll talk later.
The response is immediate, which means he most likely got up early to get shit done before he was scheduled to meet me at the church.
Kieran: WTF????
Kieran: Why not?!?!?
Kieran: Does this mean you’ve finally grown a pair and are gonna reach out to Mystery Girl?
A smirk breaks free as I glance at the topic of our conversation.
Me: Already did ;)
Me: We’ll talk tonight, okay?
Kieran: Congrats, man.
Kieran: Or whatever you say to someone who broke off their wedding and is happy about it.
Kieran: I’ve got some things to take care of today, so tonight’s good.
Awesome. That will give me and Ev today to talk about everything and see how we want to handle K.
Me: I’ll text you.
Kieran: Later, man.
Kieran: FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOM!
The memory of Ev being drunk and yelling that exact phrase makes me want to laugh out loud, but I don’t want to disturb her. I wonder if he and Ev realize they’re the same person at times?
Kieran: PS What are you going to do with all that wedding cake? Or did Gia get that for being jilted?
Kieran: If so, can I have her number? ;)
Kieran: ***For wedding cake purposes only, though.
Kieran: And any ice sculptures because those are cool AF.
Kieran: I’m stopping now.
Then again, maybe not.
Wide awake, I stumble out of bed and grab my boxer briefs. Hopefully, Ev’s stocked up on enough supplies to make breakfast. As I meander through her kitchen and attempt to find the last couple of ingredients to make some quick omelets, a random knock at the door catches me off guard.
It’s nine-thirty in the morning. Did Ev have plans with Greta and Rory? Peeking through her peephole, I spot my sister who seems to be a little on edge.
I swing open the door and catch the surprised look on her face before she crosses her arms. “Well, well, well. Fancy seein’ you here so bright and early.” She brings her hand up and strokes her chin. “I wonder… Does the state of your undress mean you finally got your head out of your ass?”
Yelp. It’s back between Ev’s thighs where it belongs. “Is this a social visit or can you annoy me some other time?”
“Just checking to see what’s going on with my best friend.” Her eyebrow raises as she sweeps through the doorway.
I smirk. “Well, I’m fine as you can see.”
“Pfft. Dream on, lover boy.” She reaches up and ruffles what I’m sure is an already messy head of hair and calls out into the apartment. “Ev?”
“Shhhhh!” I bring my finger to my lips, whispering. “She’s still asleep.”
Lia looks halfway amused, her eyes traveling up and down my body. “I wonder why?”
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” I say, smiling.
She chuckles. “Uh-huh. Just wears a shit-eating grin in only his boxer briefs?”
I point to the door. “I’ll tell Ev you stopped by, sis.”
“No need,” she muses as something catches her eye around my arm. Standing at the end of my line of sight is Everleigh, who’s wearing my shirt from last night. My now dry button-down perfectly showcases Ev’s hourglass figure. The top two buttons and the bottom one are loose, her curves too voluptuous for that piece of fabric to contain, and a pair of red p
anties peek out underneath the bottom. Why does she always look better in my clothes than I do?
She leans against her bedroom door with her arms crossed in front of her, hair sticking out in every direction. The sparkly toes of her left leg drag up her right calf, then back down. Pure sultry temptress wrapped in that good girl facade.
You cannot get a boner in front of your sister. That’s a lifetime of therapy for you both.
Ev’s eyes meet mine and a blush settles firmly into her cheeks. We went another round early this morning before the sun came up, the gentle lovemaking of last night morphed into wild animalistic fucking by the end of that one, which she appears to be thinking about as she takes in my lack of attire, biting her lower lip.
“Okay, before you all rip off what little bit of clothing you still have on while I’m standing here, let’s have a little chat…” Lia says, perching herself on a stool instead of kindly getting the fuck out so I can have my way with Ev again. “I guess Luca told you about all the excitement last night?”
Everleigh’s eyes dart to me, which makes me squint at my sister. “Thanks, Nolie. Way to bury the lead.”
She grabs an apple out of the fruit basket that’s sitting idly on her countertop and takes a bite. “Um, it’s not every day you have an FBI raid and a car bombing at your rehearsal dinner,” she sputters with her mouth full.
I grumble as Ev exclaims, “Car bomb?!”
Everleigh
Holy fuck… They were there?!
“Lia!” Luca calls out as he scrubs a hand down his face.
She pauses mid-bite. “What? It happened.”
I could probably catch flies with my mouth as wide open as it is right now. “The car bombing in Midtown?”