“You had a seizure, we’ve been crazy waiting for you to come around.” “You’re just crazy baby.” My lips are covered with his when he pulls me down to his face and sparks shoot through my body with the life he always brings, his half of the magnet is awake again and it snaps together with mine. The string that attaches our souls pulls taught, everything feels right now but that little niggle in my head says be cautious, it’s a trap. Softly he caresses my lips with his, sliding his tongue around mine, backing off slowly to examine my face, looking into my eyes I feel he can see me, really see me, not just visually but entirely.
“What happened here?” he says quietly brushing over my bruised lip with his thumb. It’s amazing how no one exists when we are together this way, neither of us even notice when the room clears. His family left us alone not knowing we actually already were. “I…we…bumped when we were kissing.” I stammer. “We did? I don’t remember.” he scrunches up his brows contemplating. “I don’t remember…how we got here, what happened?” I lay my head on his chest and his arms circle me.
“You weren't you.” “What do you mean I wasn’t me?” “What all do you remember about the last couple weeks?” “Well everything, I think, the last thing is us laying down for a nap today.” Relief washes over me and I’m very glad he has no memory of the events right before his seizure. I’ll have to make sure Mr. Saint or Isaac erases that part of the surveillance. Last time he realized he had hurt me it nearly destroyed him, he doesn’t need to know he gave me a fat lip. “Well, you napped but I couldn’t sleep so I went to sit in the living room, in the sun. You woke up and found me, that’s when you had the seizure. Why didn’t you tell me about this mini hospital? And why on earth is it necessary?
I raise up and prop my hip on the narrow gurney that is filled completely by Evan’s solid body and wait for an answer. “It never crossed my mind to tell you. I don’t like to go to hospitals, so I have my own.” he answers nonchalantly, as if everybody just built a tiny hospital in their basement when they didn’t like to visit their local germ hole. “Well it’s just…extreme.” “And? You should know by now Mia, everything I do is extreme, the biggest, the best, and the most beautiful. That’s why I have you. And really if your lip was bruised from us bumping we need to be more careful. I don’t want to be responsible for any imperfections on this perfect face.”
I sigh and feel guilty for lying to him but I firmly believe it’s for his own good. “Do we need to be here?” he asks. “I’d like you to, for a little while anyway to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” More concern darkens his face. “You think it might?” “Evan, it’s hard to tell what’s going to happen. I mean you’ve lost and regained your sight, had personality changes, headaches and now a seizure. We need to find someone to operate and remove that damn tumor!”
Rolling his eyes he doesn’t answer me, just stares. “What?” “I just want to look at you, for as long as I can baby.” “Don’t say things like that, you’re going to be fine. Dr. Carter will remove the tumor and we can go home, live a long life giving each other goofy love looks all day long if you want.” Defeat and doubt hang in the air between us, he’s all but given up on a future together and it pisses me off.
“Ok Mia, whatever you want, I’ll do it, as long as it makes you happy. I know the possibility of a full recovery, hell any recovery but you’re not there yet and I respect that.” Respect that?! What the hell? This is no time to give up the fight and I don’t intend on letting him. “You, Mr. Lawson, are not a quitter. I’ve not known anything to defeat you. You love to win, conquer, squash and rule! I will not accept anything less than the full power of your determination when it comes to saving your own life, and mine. You do realize I can’t live without you right? You go I go, so get your ass out of the pity pot and join the battle damn it!”
My heart is pounding and I’ve broken out it a sweat from the anger that fills me, how dare he give up! His eyes narrow and after a few moments the smirk that destroys the walls I try to keep building up for protection spreads across his face and he winks, winks! Gah! “I love nothing in the world more than to hear your smart mouth Mia Galloway, well except for kissing it, and since you put it that way yes I’ll join you in the fight. I’m not going to be responsible for your demise. I’ve seen how close you’ve come and I realize how serious you are.
I’ll fight for you and you fight for me, how is that?” he gathers my small trembling hands in his and squeezes them between his. “Thank you.” I reply in a tiny voice. It’s a start, he’s still on team defeat but I won’t rest until he’s on my team, team triumph. I’m counting on him fighting for me, he may have given up on himself but I doubt he could ever give up on me.
Dr. Carter will be here soon. I’ve pinned a lot of hopes on him and I hope he can deliver. If we can just give Evan some optimism, some hope and get him headed in the right direction I’m sure he can survive…he has to. “I’m not staying down here. Get Isaac to take me to my room.” “But…” “No, no, you…my little queen have said enough, get your ass up and get him, or I swear I’ll yank this IV out and walk out of here myself.”
His eyebrows are raised, head cocked to the side with an I dare ya expression. “Ok fine.” I pout. “Poke that lip out any further and a bird is going to land there and poop on it.” he teases, running his finger across my protruding bottom lip. I roll my eyes and stand to go get help. Grabbing my arm suddenly he sends me into complete muscle lock down defense mode. “Don’t ever leave me baby.” The desperation conveyed is in complete opposition to his normal stern commanding presence. “I’m just going to get…” I motion to the elevator door but he shakes his head back and forth.
“No I don’t mean like that. You are all I’m fighting for now, nothing else, without you I won’t make it. I’ve only survived since the car accident because you have been my savior, my angel. My heart beats only because yours does Mia. You need to know your importance to my survival, I will simply cease without you.”
How many times will this man pulverize my tender heart with his need for me? As many times as it takes is the only answer to that question, and for as long as it takes.
Chapter 22
“Love Me Harder”
Ariana Grande
After untangling myself from Evans embrace I move to the elevators and jump a foot when they slide open and Mr. Saint and Isaac are there inside waiting. “Shit, you scared the crap out of me!” I shake my hands at my sides trying to rid myself of the adrenaline rush. “Sorry Mia, we couldn’t go far after all that’s happened.” Isaac replied. “Yea, about that. Where the hell were you earlier when I really did need you?” I whisper loudly widening my eyes for effect but I don’t give him time to answer. “Cat got your tongue?” Isaac begins to open his mouth to speak but I hold up my hand. “No never mind, I need help taking him to his room, he says if we don’t he will just do it himself and you know he will.”
I lower my voice for the next part just in case Evan has supersonic hearing, which he probably fucking does. “Erase that section of the video surveillance before he sees it.” Mr. Saint nods in agreement and Evan interrupts us. “I’m pulling this thing out and I know you are scheming Mia, you are terrible at being sneaky.” Shit, shit, shit, I need a good excuse and fast! Oh what the hell? I’ll never get away with lying, better to just avoid the truth.
The three of us leap into action, Isaac grabbing a wheel chair and Mr. Saint and I helping Evan off the gurney. “You know you should stay here a little longer don’t you? Just saying.” I shrug. He looks at me with sleepy eyes that say duh. “Ok, ok I had to try.” Evan sneers at the wheelchair and I’m sure he would refuse it if he weren't so weak from this afternoon’s ordeal. “Come on Mr. Lawson, let’s get a move on then.” I tease and snicker. “You are building a strong case for punishment Ms. Galloway, you’re lucky I adore you so much.” Crap, yea I’m lucky all right, as long as this Evan stays put and the other Evan far, far away.
I wonder if he’s “Punished”
women in his past. The shit to worry about later box returns and in that worry goes, slam! I’ve got to focus all of my attention on the upcoming visit from Dr. Carter, he’s the key to our happiness. I pray he is anyway.
Back in Evan’s bedroom I give the guys a wide eyed look and tilt my head toward the door in hopes that they understand what I want. They need to get that video erased and I need to get this man in bed. “I’ll be right outside the door.” Mr. Saint says. “And I’m going to talk to Cecelia about dinner plans, I’ll bring it to you both in here if you like?” Isaac offers. “Yea that’s ok, in here is fine thank you both.” I tidy up a little, putting the things we purchased this morning away with one eye always on Evan.
He’s got his computer out, first thing he requested once he was in bed. He can see now and wants to make the most of it catching up on work I guess. “Stop all that and come over here with me.” I finish up drawing the tasks out a little. I’ve dedicated myself to this, I’m not going to be afraid of him. Well, I’m going to try my best not to be.
It’s not this Evan I’m fearful of anyway, just the uncertainty of the other side of him breaking through. “You’re stalling.” he notices, crap. “I am not, this room is a disaster. We just came home earlier and dumped everything to nap.” “Well let’s finish what we started then, come here.” I start to approach. “Stop. Undress for me.” that commanding voice…my sassy mouth stays silent and once again I find myself doing as he says without a second thought. Already shoeless I begin to unbutton my shirt slowly and he holds up a finger indicating I should pause.
My fingers freeze while I watch as he reaches for my iPad on the table next to the bed, someone must have found it and returned it to Evan’s room. He taps a few times and music begins to flow, after which he makes a fanfare in my direction indicating I should return to undressing. The music isn’t especially sexy or heavy heated but soft and exotic.
I let it seep through my skin and fill me with the intended sultriness and close my eyes. My fingers unbutton to the slow beat and I hear Evan rustle ever so quietly from the bed. I don’t need my eyes open to know where he is, I’m beginning to feel his essence and presence in the air around us.
He’s circling me, slowly, my breathing picks up. I feel like an animal that’s being preyed upon on and knowing there is nowhere to run, no escape. But this animal isn’t afraid of being caught, quite the opposite, I’m excited beyond belief. My shirt open, I begin to shrug to remove it but he steps to me and without touching my skin slides it off and tosses it aside. “You’re doing so well.” he breathes in my ear, his warm breath hits my skin and I’m trembling.
“Do you trust me?” he says softly in my opposite ear and I nod yes. I do trust him, completely, as long as he stays him. But so far I’ve been able to feel the shift in the atmosphere around us when the Evan I loathe is present. I feel none of that now. Next, something very soft tickles my shoulders right before he circles my head with his hands and covers my eyes with the silky material. What the…?
I suck in a sudden sharp breath of fear. I may have had multiple surgeries to hide my physical scars but the emotional damage can never be erased. “Shushhh, its silk, and I’ll tie it loosely, see?” He does and I can’t really feel the blindfold other than my long eyelashes feathering against it when I try to open my eyes.
Purple silk is all I can see when I do but I close them again, making the blindfold virtually nonexistent. “Mmm, I knew you could do it baby, now out of the rest of those clothes.”
I unbutton my jeans and I hear him go to the door and close it with a soft click and pad across the plush carpet back to his former position behind me, still not touching. No sexy way to get out of these jeans, they are too tight. I wiggle my ass, again feeling the music and using the rhythm, not exactly a strip tease but it’ll do. I bend at the waist getting out of the jeans and Evan hisses in a breath. “Stop.” I’m touching my toes, nearly done shedding my clothes and he wants me to stop? I hear him kneel behind me, so close the heat from his body touches mine, still no physical contact though.
His breathing is suggesting a strong attempt at staying in control. A warm puff of his breath hits my ass and he surrenders, hands surround my ankles and I feel his soft hair against my leg as he works each foot out of the jeans. Leaving me in sheer purple panties and a matching push up bra. I try moving again but he stops me with his hot hand on the small of my back. I still and that hand begins to glide over the round cheek of my ass and he moans placing both hands on me now.
I’m soaring in a purple ethereal universe. He has guaranteed I’m not going to peek with the scarf over my eyes and I understand, he can see now and I can’t. The tag teaming of caring for each other that has gone on our entire relationship continues and right now he’s taking care of me. His Fingers slide up hooking under the edge of my panties and he pulls them gently back and down my legs.
Cool air hits my core when they drop to my ankles which are now being grasped as he spreads my legs exposing everything he wants, and all that I want him to have. “Ahhh, God Mia…to see you again…and like this…fuuuccckkk.” His Hands roam up my legs more leisurely than I would like and I start to feel the effects of the blood rushing to my head from being in this position for too long.
“Come…stand up and move to the bed.” As always, he knows what I’m experiencing. I hear him rise from his knees and circle around to my front, he takes my hands to lead me to the bed. I allow him to direct and do with me as he pleases, because ultimately it pleases me just as much, if not more. Able to breath better, my head clears and he faces me toward the mattress again away from him and assists me in bending over face down on the bed. My arms above me I’m able to relax a little but not much more as the room is engulfed in an electric charge that crackles between our bodies.
Hovering over me I hear his own jeans drop to the floor and he kicks them aside. He was already shirtless, we cut it off of him in the Lawson mini hospital. The palm of his hand moves up my spine until it reaches the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it but makes no further moves to take it off. He wants access to my bare back.
A soft crack of his joints as he kneels again behind me catapults my heart into my throat. The things this man can do with no more than a graze of his fingers and a hot breath…shit… Hands on my ass again, he slides them down until his thumbs are wet from me. My God I want him to go faster, to touch more of me, to taste all of me! “Please...” I whimper and he obliges with much more than I anticipated.
Evan’s tongue runs along one side of my sensitive folds and then the other, spread open with his thumbs. I grasp the comforter with both hands above my head and try like hell to relax but it’s instinctual to clamp down around him. “You taste so sweet, and you smell like cotton candy, how appropriate as I have always had a sweet tooth where you are concerned. I’ll never get enough of you my Mia.” And with those words he’s there, mouth covering me, teasing my clit, lapping every drop of my essence, circling and moving until I’m writhing over him, panting and moaning with abandon, nearing the explosion he is coaxing from my body so skillfully.
With lust, his hands join in the attempt to drive me insane and he circles my clit with two fingers and raises up further so his tongue is no longer torturing me in its usual place but a forbidden area that we have never explored. He pauses right below where he wants to be as if asking permission and without a thought I press back against his mouth and he gives my ass the exact same treatment the rest of my body has received. I yell out in ecstasy unable to hold back. I come with a scream, balling up the comforter around my head so the sound is muffled.
After rolling my eyes back into my head so hard it hurts, I ride out the waves of pleasure like a surfer trying to get that last little bit out of a monster wave, making it last until the surf board slides onto the sand of the beach. “Oh my...” I can’t even finish the exclamation. I’m on sensory overload and every single nerve ending is hypersensitive.
“You are exquisite my lady. I could kneel
here all night looking at you.” And I’d sure as hell let him! But of course, he doesn’t. He stands and pauses before laying his body over mine in the same position. I can feel the throbbing solid length of him pressing against my bottom and he buries his face in my hair, sliding his hands up my arms and encouraging my fingers to release the bedding.
When I have, he begins kissing a path from the nape of my neck down to the small of my back and back up until I’ve relaxed some. “Turn over.” he commands and raises off of me just enough so I can squirm onto my back under him. I wrap my legs around his waist locking my ankles. He slips my bra off and places it next to us. Lacing his fingers through mine he presses my arms against the mattress but doesn’t let go of my hands. The tip of his cock is poised at my entrance and it would take only an infinitesimal movement to bring us together but I wait.
I’ve learned waiting with Evan brings so much more pleasure than rushing, a lesson he literally pounded into me before I understood and submitted. And therrreee it isssss, he slides into me with no effort. I’m soaked and he puts a hard thrust at the end making me gasp. “Fuck Mia…you are my perfection, nothing I’ve ever possessed is more satisfying than you are. I need to give it all to you, everything I own, every emotion, every moment of time, everything…” Thrust after thrust those words repeat over and over in my mind and we begin to match the music with our rhythm.
Squeezing my legs around him in anticipation of orgasm number two he covers my mouth with his, taking my breath, breathing my heart and soul into him every time we gasp for air I know two people could never be closer or more connected than we are on every plane, every level. His release and mine crash together simultaneously as I bite down on his shoulder and he roars in pleasure and pain.
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