He proved several times that he could get to her whenever he wanted. It was getting to her, and it showed. At work, she tried to keep a happy, bubbly attitude, but I saw the times she let her guard down, allowing the sadness to slip through.
Determination filled me each time I saw the far-away look in her eyes. As her man, it would be my job to rid her of the shadows chasing her. Keeping that thought at the forefront of my mind, I shut all the unnecessary shit down and focused on the task at hand.
Arriving at my house, I wasted no time getting Evyn and the groceries inside. Dropping the bags on my counter, I turned to Evyn, who was staring at me with a lost expression, and I could not take it. With just that one look, I was in danger of dropping to my knees.
“What do you need, baby?” I asked, voice thick with emotion.
“Coffee,” she answered immediately.
Without a word, I got to work on her coffee. She made her way to the island and hopped on top. Her eyes followed my movements, and I swear it felt like she was touching me physically. Leaning a hip against the counter, I watched her while the only sound in the room was the coffee dripping.
She studied me as I examined her, and it was the most intimate moment of my life. She screamed vulnerability while I was frustrated, not being able to make it all better for her. Seeing her this way had me wanting to cry, and I was in no shape, way, or form a crier.
A beeping sound signaled that the coffee pot was done. I poured her a cup and doctored it the way she liked: two sugars and one creamer. Handing it to her, I couldn’t deny the shiver that ran through me as our fingers brushed.
“Thank you,” she whispered before wrapping her lips around the edge of the cup.
Holding back a groan, I turned around and busied myself cleaning out the coffee pot and throwing the grounds away. After wiping the counter three times, I had to face her again. Each and every little thing she did was sexy and arousing.
Placing her cup on the counter, she leaned back on her hands, pushing her breasts higher. Looking up at the ceiling did not erase her hard nipples standing at attention, straining against the fabric of my shirt.
She was trying to kill me. She obviously had a bad morning, and we needed to talk about it. It was important. This relationship was about more than sex. I could get sex anywhere, but I could not get the connection me and Evyn had.
Lowering my head was a mistake, the biggest mistake I had ever made. In the time I sought answers in the sky, she had removed her pants and panties. Her pretty, puffy, pink pussy entirely on display for me.
“What are you doing?” I barely managed to squeeze the words out of my constricted throat.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she countered with a tilt of her head. “I want you.”
Swallowing hard, I pushed, “Shouldn’t we talk about what happened to you this morning?”
“No,” she immediately denied, shaking her head for emphasis.
Staying my course, I said, “I need to know what is going on before I touch you. I can’t let you use sex to cover up whatever is troubling you and having you acting out of sorts. We agreed we were together. A couple shares their ups and downs. Tell me what happened this morning.”
With an aggravated huff, she threw her hands up and rambled her story quickly, “I didn’t have an awesome week. I ran out of coffee and had no motivation to shower and get dressed to go out. I planned to hit up a drive-thru, but the lines were ridiculous, so I went to the store, which turned out to be a mistake. I put my card down for one fucking second, and it was sucked in by that damn belt thingie, then you showed up.”
My mind chose to fixate on her very first statement. I didn’t have an awesome week. We didn’t see each other outside of work. Things kept popping up on both of our sides; we weren’t able to link up. Part of me wanted to believe us being apart affected her as it did me.
I had already decided something had to change because seeing each other every few days or once a week was not cutting it. We would have to come up with a compromise that would satisfy us both.
But that would have to wait. As I was absorbing what she said, she took her tease a step further by using her finger to circle her clit. I knew right then and there, the conversation was over. I could deal with all the other shit later.
Grabbing my shirt by the collar, I pulled it over my head and threw it to the ground. With each step I took toward her, her finger moved faster and faster. My dick was in my hands with no memory of moving my jeans and boxers out of the way.
By the time I stood between her spread legs, my cock pulsed in my hand, and precum leaked onto my finger. Grabbing her hip, I moved her until her ass was at the edge of the counter. Lubing my fingers with my pre-cum, I rubbed her pussy lips before slowly inserting a finger.
She was fucking wet, and I had no problem sliding into the webbing on my finger. Adding another finger went the same way, so I didn’t waste time slipping in a third finger.
Throwing her head back, she moaned low and long. She liked that. She was fucking primed for me, and I was done. I was beyond words. I was beyond thinking. I lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust into her to the hilt. She felt like the best specialty beer there was.
In and out, I thrust deep, making sure she could feel me and continue to do so for days. Every time she moved, I wanted her to think of this moment right here, this intense connection, was way more than sex.
Keeping our eyes locked, I gripped her hips as I pounded into her.
Feeling my balls draw up, I knew it would not be long before I blew. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I thumbed her clit with the right amount of pressure to have her go off before me.
And she did. Her walls clamped down on my dick, and I came in two thrusts. Her muscles spasming milked me dry. I emptied everything I had into her as the aftershocks of her orgasm took her over.
Our movements stilled as we slowly came down. I needed a minute to process the intensity we shared. Her head fell to my chest, and I buried my face in her hair.
Clinging to each other, I realized we had not even undressed. Her shirt and my pants were still present, but that was one of the hottest moments of my life. Feeling her soft breaths against my throat had me holding her closer.
“We’re leaking all over the counter,” she mumbled.
A rough chuckle escaped as I admitted, “I don’t give a fuck. I need a nap.”
Snickering, she said, “I am all for a nap. We can disinfect your kitchen later.”
And with that, I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, relishing the sweet giggles filling the air. Throwing her on the bed with a bounce, I headed to the bathroom to clean up before going out to clean her up.
Climbing under the covers, I pulled her into me with a kiss to her forehead. With a sleepy kiss to my chest, she was out moments later. Her soft, even breaths wafted across my skin, her head resting on my shoulder, and the comfortable weight of her leg thrown across my thigh had me asleep in no time.
Before I let sleep take me over, my last coherent thought was I could do this every day and never tire of it.
Chapter Twenty-One
Evyn
Stretching lazily, it took me a little bit to fully wake. I was so warm surrounded by Jaxson, content with him slowly dragging the tips of his fingers against my skin. The softness of his touch combined nicely with my body’s soreness from our activities throughout the night.
It was like we could not get enough of each other, and I was tired of fighting the pull between us. Somewhere in the middle of him eating me out to orgasm, I agreed to move in with him, and I could not even muster the energy to be upset about that.
I wanted to live with him. If this past week taught me anything, I could not go that long without seeing him for even five minutes. Living together ensured we would see each other every single day, and I craved that.
“Come to the track with me,” he whispered against my neck, winding his arm around my waist to bring me closer.
Tilting my head along his chest, I blinked slowly, processing his words. I did not expect the invite with my line of thinking, and it took a minute for me to understand.
Surprised, all I could do was stare at him, my eyes wide. However, I should have expected him to ask at some point. Of course, I had heard about the races but never attended one. Trying to stay as invisible as possible, I didn’t go to any of the local activities.
Being with Jaxson changed a lot of things in my life, and I did not hate it. I wasn’t afraid like I was before. Of course, the threat of Paul was still there. The letters and the spray-painted threats on my front door all showed he was not giving up, but I wasn’t scared to live my life anymore.
Nodding slowly, I felt his sigh of relief move through his chest. “You thought I would say no.”
“Yeah,” he confessed with a slight red flush covering his cheeks. “I know it may be outside your comfort zone, but I would love for you to be by my side tonight.”
He was adorable. There was no way I would say that to him, but it was true none-the-less. The blush of embarrassment was endearing and showed me a different side of Jaxson that made him more real.
“Are you racing?” I asked curiously.
“Yes,” he answered, running his fingers through my hair. “And I want you waiting for me at the finish line.”
“So sure you’re going to win?” I teased.
“It doesn’t matter if I win or lose as long as you are at that finish line. I’ll cross it and win no matter what,” he said seriously.
Witnessing the sincerity in his eyes, clarity filled me. I meant something to him, a lot of something. I did not know what to say because that four-letter word was the most important in the English language. Ignoring my true feelings for Jaxson became a habit over the course of our relationship. I was damn scared it would all be ripped away from me. I was afraid to hope, but I was working on it.
“Why do you do it?” I genuinely wanted to know what made him want to race, what his motivating factor was to go the speed he did to compete with another person going just as fast.
He took a minute to think about his answer. “Racing is an adrenaline rush I can’t get from anywhere else. The fact I am in control of the vehicle gives me the freedom I crave. Being a foster kid, I had no control over my situation. I had to go where they told me to go and adapt to my environment. Racing is all about my decisions. I choose my movements, and I determine the end goal.”
During one of our many talks, he told me all about how he grew up and what he had to endure. He made his way in the world on his own terms. He started out with nothing but took the steps needed to change that.
Even his house was a huge accomplishment for him. Crappy apartment after crappy crash pads, he found the place that fit him, and his pride showed. He didn’t have to worry about sharing a bed except with me, but he seemed to like that just fine.
He admitted one night, he still did not buy too many non-essential items because he was afraid of them disappearing. That broke my heart. I thought his house was a typical bachelor pad without décor, but I had no idea it was purposeful.
Leaning up, I placed my lips on his, morning breath be damned. I wanted him to understand I got what he was saying. Of course, there was a part of me that was scared shitless from the idea of him racing, but I would be there for him if that was what he wanted from me.
Taking over the kiss, I found myself flat on my back and soaked up all the pleasure. Needless to say, by the time we made it out of the bedroom and added in the time we spent in the shower, all we had time to do was fix a quick meal and head to the track.
“Come on, let’s go.” He tugged on my hand, leading us out of the house.
From the stronghold he had on me, he was in a hurry to get me in his car before changing my mind. He was not wrong. Nerves were starting to swarm my belly as I thought about the number of people at this thing.
Paul knew where I lived, where I worked, and probably dozens of other things I didn’t know about since he was a freaking stalker. He could blend in quite easily in a large crowd. Rubbing my palms along my jeans, I stared sightlessly out to the window, watching the passing roadside without interest.
A warm weight landed on my hand. “There will be a lot of people you know there, our friends and their girlfriends. Bailey mentioned Violet was going with her friend Monica, which means some of the Landrys are bound to show. You will be covered at all times. I already talked to everyone before I asked you to come with me. I take your safety seriously, Evyn, but I want you to have fun, too.”
Looking closely at Jaxson, I finally admitted I loved him. He tried to make things as normal as possible while making sure I was never left alone. My life had been a series of escape plans, but the meaning of escape changed here and now.
“Thank you,” I answered him with a small smile.
Relief and pride showed in his gaze as his sexy lips lifted in a satisfied smirk. Lifting our linked hands, he kissed my palm before placing them back on his thigh. I let all the negative thoughts and worries go as the music played softly and enjoyed the ride.
Maybe I could do this. Perhaps I could like a boy, have sex on a regular basis, go out on dates, and have a normal, healthy relationship because that’s what I wanted so bad. I craved to turn into the giggling girl happy with her man.
I made myself strong and self-reliant to the point where I knew I would make it through to the other side no matter the obstacle, but having back-up was a blessing. I would do whatever it took to protect it. Jaxson was mine as I was his.
I had to keep reminding myself of that fact as we walked through the throngs of people gathered around for the races. All of these track groupie girls had my insecurities up front and center, and it seriously pissed me off.
Becoming more self-aware in myself and being confident about the person I turned out to be, I wouldn’t let some cunt cakes bring me to the place I was before my life turned upside down.
Fuck these little thots. I would not let them bother me or dampen the first time I watched Jaxson race. Plastering a smile on my face, I marched through the crowd right by Jaxson’s side, his arm wound around my waist, his hand cupping my hip with a comforting, possessive pressure.
Although it did not stop Ms. Perky Boobs from approaching him as if I were not standing there. Apparently, Jaxson had a stalker, too. This bitch was everywhere. The difference was we weren’t at work, and I could bitch slap her if I felt like it.
Stiffening my spine, clenching my hand tightly, I breathed deeply in an attempt to tamp this rampant rage running through me. Jaxson must have sensed I was about to lose my shit because his hand at my hip tightened, and he maneuvered us back a few feet, turning his body into mine until my side rested on his front.
The pout on her face was laughable. I was pretty sure she was going for a sexy pout but ended up with a toddler pout.
Less than an hour later, I had other worries. I definitely should not have drunk that big ass fountain drink, but I couldn’t squash the craving for it. Now, I was paying the price. Jaxson was checking his car out with Carter, and I had to pee something fierce.
Not wanting to interrupt him, I decided to hurry to the bathroom and back before it was his turn to race. He was doing something important. I wanted him to be as safe as possible on the track and having Carter check the car made me feel better.
“I’m going run to the bathroom,” I told Violet at my side.
Violet was dating Rian, Bailey’s boyfriend and Ryker’s brother. She showed up to the race at Rian’s side with her friend, Monica. Monica was a hoot. She was loud and brash with a whole lot of confidence.
“We’ll come with you,” Violet declared, hopping down from the tailgate we were occupying.
Before I c
ould protest, I thought about Paul and decided safety in numbers made sense. If they wanted to come to the bathroom with me, I would not argue. With Jaxson focused on something else, I felt better about not telling him where I was going with Violet and Monica with me.
Making it to the restrooms quickly, I nearly moaned out loud when I finally relieved my bladder. That was a hell of a good feeling, and I felt a hundred times better. I would definitely not get another drink that big again.
Okay, so that might have been a lie. It was so damn good, I would more than likely get another one, but I would wait a while. Compromise and all that shit. I’d bought a fountain Coke every day for the past two weeks and didn’t know why.
I mean, I liked them, always had, but this was different. It was like I had to fucking have it or go nuts. My period must have been close, causing my hormones to go wonky.
My period. When was the last time I’d had my period? Pausing with my hands under the faucet with the water running and soap covering my hands, I thought hard, trying to remember, but I couldn’t. The sad fact was I had no idea how long it had been since my period came.
Oh shit!
“Hi, Evyn,” a voice I never, ever wanted to hear had me freezing in my tracks.
Focusing on my surroundings, I glanced around the bathroom and realized I lost Violet and Monica in my trek to the bathroom. Vaguely, I heard them stop and talk with some people, but I didn’t stick around. I was focused solely on getting to relieve my very full bladder.
Staring into the eyes of the person responsible for the hell I had been living, I knew I was screwed. We were all alone in the bathroom, and with a quick glance, I knew he locked the door when he came in. I could have beat my own ass for not paying attention and completely missing his entrance.
Throwing my shoulders back, I demanded, “What do you want?”
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