“You know, Cinderella went to the ball, no doubt had a drink, and got piss poor drunk. Maybe that’s how the shoe slipped off,” Evie mumbles, making me chuckle.
I stop her outside the taxi, the door already open. “Or maybe she wanted to make sure her prince fought for her.”
Her nose twitches. “Well, I guess that could be true.”
I help her inside the taxi before shutting the door behind me. I open my mouth to tell him where to go when words fail me. I have no idea where she lives.
“Where are we going?”
“Home,” she answers, digging her phone out of her bag. Whatever she sees on the screen has her turning it off and shoving it back into her bag.
My lips twitch. “Yeah, but, babe, where’s home?”
“Oh,” she mutters, before rattling off the address to the taxi driver.
It doesn’t take us long to pull up outside some flats.
“You live here?”
The area isn’t great, but the people do their best to take care of it. If I’m remembering correctly, these flats are only three floors and have one bedroom. The rest of the buildings on the street are houses. They are definitely nicer than the high rises on Linton estate. Those are run down to the point no one other than those who have nowhere else to go would live there.
“Yes, this is where I live,” she whispers, glancing away as I finish paying the taxi driver. “Why are you paying him? Don’t you need to leave?”
Not a chance. I’m staying. She has been driving me crazy all night, and she’s going to tell me, one way or another, why she keeps pushing me away.
She must read my expression, because she sobers, letting out a sigh. “Don’t expect coffee. I don’t have any milk.”
I smirk as I help her out of the taxi. “Don’t worry. I don’t take milk in my coffee.”
She growls under her breath. “You have an answer for everything.”
“I really do,” I tell her, chuckling. I follow her up the pathway, waiting behind as she opens the front door.
“I’m on the third floor,” she tells me as we step inside.
I pull her into my chest when we reach the bottom of the stairs, stopping her from going any further. “Why have you gone tense? You were relaxed for the first time since I met you tonight.”
“I’m not used to having someone in my space.”
I detect a lie, but I don’t question her because I finally have her where I want her. I sweep my fingers across her stomach before lowering them to run the tips along the elastic holding her skirt up. She begins to pant heavily, goose bumps breaking out over her skin.
She wants this. Her body reacts to my touch, to my presence, to the sound of my voice.
Brushing the hair off her neck, I bend down, teasing her skin with my lips.
“Do you want me to go?” I ask, lowering my voice seductively. If she says yes, it will kill me, but I’ll go. She’s throwing so many mixed signals and I don’t want her to do anything she isn’t ready for.
She spins around in my arms, keeping herself pressed up against me. I tense when I see her eyes glassed over with tears, and I wonder if I have taken it a step too far.
“You have to promise not to hate me when you find out about my past.”
“We all have a past,” I comment, stiffening at the seriousness of the conversation. No girl has gotten deep with me. They’ve only ever wanted to fuck.
“Please,” she pleads, gripping onto my shirt. “You have to promise.”
She’s still slightly drunk, but not enough to not know what she’s doing. “Did you kill or hurt kids?”
Rearing back like she’s ready to slap me, she yells, “No!”
“Are you married?” I ask, although it surprises me to find that I don’t care. She’s never mentioned anyone else, never worn a wedding ring, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slipped into bed with a woman who was married and I didn’t know. The difference between them and Evie… I have the urge to make Evie mine. I’m willing to fight for her, and that is something I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“What? No,” she snaps, pulling away. “What kind of person do you think I am?”
I don’t let her go far, dragging her back to me before resting my forehead against hers. “Then I don’t care,” I tell her, bringing my mouth down on hers.
A primal desire takes over the minute I feel her soft lips against mine, tasting cherry from her lip gloss. I’ve been dying to do this since I met her, and it’s better than I imagined.
She breaks away, her eyes closed.
“I’m going to hell for this. Just don’t hate me,” she pleads, and before I can question her, she leans up on her toes and slams her lips against mine. It knocks the breath out of me, but it doesn’t stop me from kissing her back just as hard, my fingers digging into her hips.
I can taste the citrus, fruity drink of Desperado liquor on her tongue, and I moan, settling my hand on her hip and pulling her closer.
I’m hard, so fucking hard I feel like I’m going to explode if I’m not inside her soon.
A noise from one of the downstairs occupant’s echoes through the hallway and Evie jerks away, her chest rising and falling.
Thinking she’s pulling away, I go to take a step back, but she grabs my hand. Our eyes meet, and as if we’re silently communicating, she pulls my hand and turns, taking the first step up.
I’m not sure what just passed between us, but whatever it was, I feel different. It no longer feels like a one-night stand, and although that scares me a little, I’m sure as fuck not walking away from her now. Not when I feel my entire body humming with desire from one kiss. And not when the first girl who I see as more than a fuck wants me back.
I’m not about to fuck this up because I’m being a pussy.
She grabs her keys out of her bag and unlocks her door. The smell of flowers and lavender fills the air when I walk in, and she flicks on the light. I get a brief glance around the small flat, seeing the kitchen to my right, bathroom to my left, and living room in front of us. Another door is on the left, and when she reaches for my hand again, she leads me to it.
The ceilings are curved, low on one side of her room. A simple oak wardrobe is along the far wall, along with a set of drawers and dressing table. And squeezed to the side of the door is a double bed.
My patience snaps when I see her bend down to pick something up off the floor beside the bed, her tight, round arse sticking out towards me. I step up behind her, running my hand down the curve of her back and over her arse. The split on the back of this skirt has given me many fantasies, always wondering how easy it would be to tear it off her delicate body.
When I hear her suck in a breath, I grin. I grip the two edges of her skirt and tug them apart, the fabric tearing.
She squeaks, glancing over her shoulder.
“What have you done?” she whispers.
I groan at the sight of her red briefs only covering a little of her arse. The soft globes are firm, plump, and I slide my palm over them, marvelling at how smooth her skin is.
“Don’t move,” I order when she goes to stand. “You’ve driven me crazy for months, Evie. Months.”
“You called me Evie,” she points out in a low whisper, moaning when my fingers slide under the material, finding her wet and ready.
I slide my finger inside, keeping one hand on her back as I pump into her. She moans, arching into my touch.
“It’s going to be quick the first time,” I rasp, adding another finger.
“First time?” she moans out, her knuckles turning white as she grips the bedsheet.
“Yes, because we’ve been in the foreplay phase for months. Every look, every brush of our skin, and having to watch you strut around the office has been torturous foreplay. This was always going to happen. It was only a matter of time.”
“And now?” she groans, her head lifting.
“And now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wake up thinking it was a dream. But I�
��ll be fucking you so hard you’ll still feel me tomorrow,” I growl, easing another finger inside her before sliding out, swirling her juices over her clit.
I undo the belt on my jeans before taking my wallet from my pocket and grabbing a condom. I drop it on her back as I undo the rest of my jeans, shoving them down enough to free myself.
“After, I’ll lick and kiss every inch of you. I’ll worship your body the way it was meant to be worshipped. But I can’t do that now, not when I want you so fucking badly.”
“Please,” she begs, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
A whimper slips past her lips when I slide my fingers out. I chuckle, earning a glare from her as she glances back at me. Her hair spills over her shoulder and I groan at the sight. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her pupils are dilated, heated with lust. My dick aches, needing release.
Snatching the condom off her back, I rip it open using my teeth. I roll it over my cock, hissing between my teeth when I wrap my hand around the tip, squeezing to ease the pressure. I’m not going to last, not when she’s such a fucking turn on.
I rub against her arse, letting her feel how hard she’s got me. Another moan, this one lower, fierce.
“Feel how hard you make me?”
“Wyatt,” she moans.
Reaching forward, I slip her briefs over her arse and down her thighs, seeing the evidence of her arousal.
Fuck!
Even with the only light coming in from the hallway, I can see everything, even the tiny beauty mark at the top of her arse.
“Are you ready to take me?” I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Fuck me already,” she snaps, pushing her arse back.
Not needing to be told twice, I enter her with one hard thrust, both of us groaning. She tightens around me like she hasn’t been fucked before, and I take in a steadying breath, not wanting to blow my load too soon.
I grip her hips, pulling back out until the tip is at her opening before I slam back inside her wet heat.
“Harder,” she screams, her knuckles white as she grips the bedsheet.
I grit my teeth, pulling back out before pounding my cock inside of her, knocking her entire body forward. I take a step closer, gripping her hips so she can’t move before fucking her into oblivion, my thrusts powerful, hard. She cries out, not bothered if one of her neighbours can hear her.
“God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” I growl, glancing down, watching my cock disappear inside of her.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I lean forward, my hands going around her and gripping her shirt. The buttons fly all over the place as I rip it free, before my hands roam her body, gripping her tits covered in a lace bra.
She moans, arching her back and slamming back down on my cock with each thrust.
I run my hands into her bra, her tits more than a handful as I cup them, squeezing before pinching her nipples, pulling them taut.
Her gasp is followed by a moan when I pull away and lift her hips higher as I plunge deeper inside of her.
“God, you make me so hard,” I growl, loving the way her back curves as she matches each thrust.
My dick pulses, screaming for a release. There is no way I can hold on much longer, not when she feels so good squeezing my cock like a vice. Each time my balls slap against her pussy, or my dick hits the back of her cervix, every fibre of my being feels like it’s being set alight.
One night will never be enough. Never enough.
“Harder,” she cries out over the sound of our skin slapping together.
Fuck! If I go any harder, I’ll break her, but hearing those words from such innocent lips has my arousal spiking. It just makes me want her more, makes me want to fuck her harder.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask hoarsely, as sweat beads on my forehead.
“Oh God,” she cries out, her pussy tightening around me.
My cock pounds in and out of her as I tug on her nipples, tipping her over the edge. The second her pussy begins to spasm around me, a guttural growl escapes me through my own release.
My cock pulses, filling up the condom as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me.
Fuck, her pussy keeps squeezing me and already I want her again.
She collapses onto the bed and I slip out of her. I kick my shoes off, pulling my jeans the rest of the way off before doing the same with my shirt. I discard the condom into the bin next to the bed before turning to Evie, my dick twitching at the sight of her face-first on the bed, arse still ripe and begging to be taken.
I grab her hips, shifting her onto the bed, and begin to pull her torn clothing off. Still limp in my arms, she dazedly looks up at me.
“That was—”
“Baby, I don’t need a review. I know it was fucking magnificent.”
Her eyelids narrow slightly. “I was going to say it was okay.”
I smirk, pulling her bra from her body, getting my first glimpse of those gorgeous tits. I can’t wait to fuck them, to see my cum dripping over her nipples.
I begin to play with her nipple, still gazing down at her. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, I mean, if you had gotten previous reviews, you’d know how to improve,” she says, biting her bottom lip when I tug on her nipple.
Her sass is already making me semi-hard. I love this side of her. During work, she holds back from us, but I hadn’t realised just how much until tonight. It could be the alcohol, but I don’t care. Something tells me this is still a part of Evie, which makes her more of a mystery to me. I want to know all of her.
“I wonder if I could get you to come just by playing with your nipples,” I muse, bending down to flick my tongue over the tip.
Her breath catches, and whether she’s done it intentionally or not, her chest pushes out, bringing her tits closer.
I chuckle under my breath as my fingers slide down her body. I glance up at her through my lashes, watching as her pupils dilate and her lips part.
“You already want it again,” I tease, before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
She moans, her head dropping back on the pillow. Already, I found her weak spot. She loves her tits being played with.
“No,” she moans out, biting her bottom lip again.
I rise above her, pressing my hips between her thighs.
“Why don’t we see?” I murmur, running my tongue between her breasts. “I could certainly give you a review.”
“I—oh God, do that again,” she cries out when I slide the tip of my cock through her wetness whilst lightly raking my teeth over her nipple.
Taking her from behind, having that arse slap up against you while she begs you to go harder is any man’s fantasy.
Hell, for weeks it has been mine.
But never once did I imagine what she would look like when she’s turned on.
Seeing her face filled with lust, hearing those mewling sounds she makes in the back of her throat, is more than I can take. I’m hard again, and desperate to hear her moan my name.
As I move down her body, my head between her legs, I know it’s going to be a long night.
And I’m going to make every second count.
CHAPTER NINE
EVIE
There is always a moment of regret when you wake up after a night out. Did you bring a stranger home? Did you say or do something you shouldn’t have? Or the worst: are you about to wake up and find out you slept with someone who clearly doesn’t look the way they had the night before when you were intoxicated.
Regret is the first thing that runs through my mind as memories of the night before flood through me. Regret that I fell asleep, regret that it had to end, and regret for sleeping with a man who I know for a fact will soon hate me.
Rebecca said telling the Hayes family wouldn’t achieve anything, but I’m not my father. I don’t lie. Not normally. I don’t manipulate people, and that is exactly what Wyatt will think I did once he finds out.
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ut what I regret the most is that last night, whether he knew it or not, I gave him a piece of my heart. And when he finds out, and he will, it’s going to shatter my heart into pieces.
I’ve had a few boyfriends, a few lovers, but never one who made me feel the way Wyatt did last night. He opened me up to something new, to a part of myself I didn’t know existed. I felt free to be who I wanted to be, free to explore who that person was, and he loved it. I loved it.
He made my body come alive with just a tear of a skirt. The way he touched me, so rough yet gentle… I craved that. No one, since I was a little girl, ever cared to put my needs first. Last night, Wyatt did.
Even my mum—although she was never a bad mum—never took my side when it came to Andrew. She pushed my feelings and my heartache aside because she couldn’t see or feel it through my eyes. She only saw her own pain, her own love. And it broke her. He broke her the day he told her he wouldn’t be coming back again, that he was staying with his wife. And he continued to break her every time he swore it was his last visit. Until one day, when I was seven, he left. I didn’t see him again until I was twelve.
Wyatt doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. He is loyal to those he deems friends. Last night wasn’t any different. He made me feel wanted in a way no other person could or has in my life. And when you spent most of your life feeling unappreciated and unwanted, you cling to that feeling.
And boy can he kiss.
But that guilt, that slither of regret… it haunts me.
There is a chance last night meant nothing to him. I have no doubt in my mind that he desires me, but for him to want more… I’m not so sure. I don’t know if I can pretend to be okay with that, even though I know what happened between us shouldn’t have happened, not when I hold so many secrets.
Who am I kidding, this was a one-night stand for him.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he rasps, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
Flashes of him talking dirty to me last night filter through my mind and I clench my thighs together, remembering how good it felt with him between my legs, whispering everything he wanted to do to me.
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