Jay didn’t even get a chance to open the box before I whispered, “Yes.”
He froze there. The singer paused. The photos dangled around us as if a wind blew through the space.
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “Good God, yes. Are you kidding me? I’m like...about to explode.”
The singer grinned and continued, “I’m only complete with you.”
He exhaled. “Yes?”
“We have to take our time.”
He whispered again, “Yes?”
“A long engagement. A really long one.”
“Yes?”
I bobbed my head. “But we take our time.”
Smiling, the singer stopped on the next note and interrupted the moment. “Excuse me? Should I finish the song or leave?”
“Thank you,” Jay said. “But we’re done. You can leave.”
She bowed. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Jay and I said together.
The rest of the moment went in slow motion. He showed me the ring—something beautiful and full of diamonds. I could not have cared less in that moment. I yearned for him.
The cabin shut. Jay explained that we would take off in ten minutes.
I didn’t care.
I wanted him naked.
Under half-closed eyes, I asked. “Do we need to be strapped into our seats?”
“Why?” He raised one eyebrow, and I attacked my baby, charging for him as he remained on his knees. We fell to the ground together in the row of the few seats. The photos swayed. My nipples stiffened. One of my straps fell down my arm, and Jay wrenched the other off and dove for my nipples. Somewhere, the ring and box fell to the floor. His sucking drove me crazy. I couldn’t control myself. I explored him, attacking his muscle and his flesh with my teeth.
We kissed and caressed, massaged and toyed with the most sensitive parts of us.
The plane’s engine rumbled.
The floor vibrated under our bodies as they glided in one rhythm together. Nude and panting, I lay on my back as Jay entered me. Please, don’t let this be a mistake. His cock thrust hard and pushed away all of the badness from our past.
I love him. I really do.
We would land and return to Coventon Campus as an engaged couple with new ideas of the future. Poor Lamm would have to play on Skype with another. Jay’s groupies would have to fan him from a far. If Cynthia had not moved out yet, she would need to do so soon.
Pipe would get the news, and he’d be overjoyed.
“Your pussy is wet silk.” Jay slid in and out of me in slow strokes that disobeyed all sane things. It disrupted my breathing. I held onto him, trying to remember to inhale and exhale as I lost control.
He stroked into me slowly and whispered, “This pussy is mine forever.”
“Forever,” I moaned.
We bucked at our hips in the same rhythm. The same song played in our heads. He filled me just right, and when he left, I couldn’t help but push up my center and rub against him. Damn him. Each time our bodies met, each second, they melted together, liquid pleasure smeared along my flesh, and I groaned so loud the pilot had to have heard me.
Buzzing sounded as the plane rose.
Jay never paused, not until I shrieked, dug my nails into his shoulders, and ripped apart into pleasure.
That was when he stopped, right as I mumbled his name through an orgasm. Only he knew if I spoke English or not. My vision blurred and then Jay sped up as I trembled.
“Evie, I’m coming, baby.”
I lay in wet and mind-numbing laziness as he pushed his way to an orgasm. Tiny moans fled me, but I no longer had control. I’d given it all to Jay once again.
I handed over my heart.
Would he break it? I prayed he wouldn’t. How could he?
But as if he heard my thoughts, he lay next to me and decorated my neck in kisses. “I’ll always remember.”
“What will you remember?”
He gazed into my eyes. “I’ll always remember the pain I felt when you left me.”
Epilogue
Pipe
Two days later
I’d surprised the hell out of Evie at three in the morning on a typical Monday. I just called her up and told her that I stood outside. She never asked about whose limo was parked outside of the dorms.
Evie will always accept me for me.
She snuck me in, and I passed out next to her. I lay in her arms and dreamed of angels. Once we woke up, we stayed in bed all morning, reminiscing about old times. By lunch, she’d grilled me about Kush.
I left out Saka.
By evening, she dragged herself back to her books, and I did what I do best.
I aggravated her.
“Come on, Evie.” I rolled around on the floor, which made her happy, being that I’d just been humping a dildo sported mannequin ten minutes ago. The brutalized doll lay sad and distraught in the corner of the room, legs sprawled out like a misunderstood street hooker, arms spread, and dildo bent at the tip. The mannequin was from my hotel suite. I’d wrapped it up in a box with a huge bow. When Kush’s driver brought me up to Coventon College, I towed the damn thing to her as well as a box full of other things.
“Why are you giving this to me, again?” Evie pointed to the mannequin.
“Who else would want it?”
“Of course. I forgot I put ‘life-sized dildo doll’ on my Christmas wish list last year.”
“See, but your trusty friend never forgets.”
“Hmmm.” Evie sat on the bed wearing tiny white shorts and a fitted shirt that showed more than it should. All around her she glowed indigo and with dots of that lovely sea green. The colors appeared more bright than usual. She really is happy. I glanced at the ring on her finger. With the dreams I’d been having of her and that tiny outfit on, I might’ve done something to her that we both regretted. Instead, I gave us both distance. Jay had texted me the happy news, and she looked so goddamn happy, grinning like an exquisite fool in love.
Jay and Evie engaged? I really have to stay away. We’re growing up. Things are getting even more serious.
“So, you punched Cynthia?” I rolled over to my side and picked at the blue yarn carpet. “How many times have you sucker punched Cynthia again?”
“That’s not important.”
“Just tell me.”
“I’m ignoring you, Pipe.”
“Why?”
“I’ve told you this story three times, and you’re still asking the same question.” Evie slung my Michael Jackson doll at me.
“Ah! That’s worth like three thousand dollars.” I grabbed the precious guy and lay him on the floor next to me.
“You took it out of the package and have been carrying it around for years in your bags. I’m sure the value is seriously down.”
“I doubt it. I’m sure my sweaty, packed clothes add to it.”
“Keep dreaming, buddy.”
I rolled to my stomach. “So when you came back from Miami, what did she say?”
“When I returned, Cynthia was gone.”
“She moved out?”
“I don’t even know if she’s still going to this school.”
“I have to check. I did promise to be her friend.”
Evie winked at me. “Have fun with that. It got too weird with me. I will not be repairing that situation. The bridge has burned down to the ground.”
“Okay.” Laughter fled my lips. “And now we turn to that engagement ring.”
She shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “I told him yes.”
“You sure you’re ready for marriage.”
“I love him.”
“But you could love more.”
“I don’t want to. He’s the only man I want to grow old with.”
I swallowed down the tiny jealousy in my heart. Of course, she felt that way. Hadn’t it always been Evie and Jay? It made sense. They loved each other for years.
It was just that . . .
“And what happened between y
ou and me in the bathroom?” I asked.
“That was a weird thing from us being—”
“What if it’s more?”
“I don’t think it’s more. I think that you were hurt, and I was whatever.”
I picked at the rug some more. “We should discuss it.”
“Should we?” She wrote stupid symbols in her notebook instead of focusing on me.
It was some math course she was taking. She loved geniuses like Einstein and tried to mimic their hard dedication to academics. What Evie never understood was that those guys were boring, and if they’d had her in their labs, they would’ve never invented anything. They would’ve had her bent over the desk and been ramming their tiny pricks into my pretty friend’s softness over and over.
“Come on, Evie. Put the stupid book down and let’s talk about it.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because all of that is complicated and I’m done with complicated relationships.”
I mock pouted. “I’m complicated?”
She paused from writing but didn’t look up. “You would be the very definition of complicated, Pipe. Are you joking? You love men. They turn you on way more than women. Plus, our friendship is so much stronger than what we could ever build from what...what are we talking about anyway?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m just feeling different about everything lately.”
“Of course, you are. You’ve been hurt and you’re probably so confused.” She dropped her pen and hit me with a sad expression. “I don’t think we should try to change our relationship. We both love each other. We’re both dedicated to our friendship. Why rock the boat with some horny moment? And then Jay—”
“Would murder me.”
“No.” She returned to her notebook.
“He really would.”
“Nope.” She scribbled some more.
“Did you know that when you say yes to a man who is going to be a multi-millionaire football athlete, you’re supposed to switch from math books to wedding magazines?” I picked up one of her shoes and slung it at her hand. It missed her fingers by an inch. “No more studying. It’s Pipe Time.”
“Pipe got his time all morning.”
“We need to talk about you being engaged at twenty.”
“I’m now ignoring you.”
“I can’t be ignored, Evie. You’ve spent your entire childhood trying. Nothing worked. Don’t make me go back to humping the mannequin.”
“Leave the mannequin alone, please.”
“So you two are engaged?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“And you can’t date other people?”
“Of course not.” She flipped another page in her book.
“Are you ready for marriage?”
“No, which is why we’re taking our time.”
“Are you sure you should’ve said yes?”
“And now I’m done with this conversation.”
“Fine, it’s a lost cause anyway.” I stretched.
“I’ll take that as a congratulations.”
I winked at her. “I’ll always support you two. In fact, once I’m done with being a muse for Kush, I’m moving to wherever Jay and you go. You hear that? You won’t be able to get rid of me. I don’t care if it is Oklahoma.”
“Ewww. I’m not moving there.”
“Hey, I’ve never met a hot guy from Oklahoma, but I’m sure I’ll find one or two.”
“Or ten.”
“Maybe, but that’s the type of sacrifice I will make for Jay and you. I will move to a subpar area and sleep with all the hot men in a fifty-mile radius.”
Evie mumbled, “You’re like Mother Theresa.”
“But less of a drinker.”
“She wasn’t known for being an alcoholic at all.”
“If she didn’t have sex, then she had to be doing something.”
Evie gave up on studying and put her pencil down. “How long are you going to be modeling for Kush?”
“I have no idea.” There was no need to tell Evie about my taking revenge on Malcolm or about Saka and Kush’s help. “He’s an artist. A free spirit. A healer of some sorts.”
She gave me a sort of weak smile. “And is he healing you?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m healing myself.”
She nodded. “Good.”
I rubbed my hands and got up from the floor. “You’re done studying?”
“I’m actually not done. I have several more lessons to—”
“Let’s go fly up to New York.”
“I’m in college, Pipe.”
I shrugged. “But it’s Wednesday.”
She opened her mouth and stared. “Is that supposed to mean something? But it’s Wednesday? Do people just fly to New York on that day? Is this some new thing?”
“It should be.”
“I’m studying.” She grabbed for that wretched notebook.
I knocked it away. She reached for it again. I blocked her hands and tackled her, jumping onto the bed and wrapping her soft body into my arms. We scrambled for a few seconds. Evie had skill. I had strength. Her scent filled the air, and I inhaled while she struggled against me for a lovely minute.
She gave up and whined, “You cheated.”
“I didn’t.”
“I was studying.”
“And I’m visiting.”
“I told you to let me finish these lessons and all my focus will go to you.”
“Say I’m your hero.”
“What?”
“Say it.”
“You’re my hero, Pipe.”
“You give up?” I kissed her right cheek and then her left. “Take the exam tomorrow and then come with me.”
“I’m not going to New York today or tomorrow. I just got back from freaking Miami.”
“You know you’re a good student, right?”
“I’m not going.”
“But you know that, right?”
She turned away. “Yes.”
“No, Evie. Look at me.”
She did.
“You’re a good student.”
“Okay.”
“And you’re a beautiful and amazing woman.”
“Okay.”
“And whether it’s Jay or not, whatever man that is going to be in your life is going to love you like you deserve should. You know why?”
“Because you’ll spend the rest of your life giving them hell?”
“Exactly.” I pressed my lips against her mouth and didn’t linger for too long. She was Jay’s now. He’d proposed, and she’d worn the ring. There would be no turning back. He’d trapped her and shut the door. And even worse, he’d locked himself right in with her, making sure that no other woman got in his eyesight to fuck him up anymore.
Jay’s Evie.
I made myself pull back from her mouth. That sensation always sparked in me, when she lay this close. Whatever I felt for Evie could never be described or broken down into a simple definition.
I loved her.
I craved her body in some moments, but nowhere near enough to make her mine. Sometimes I wanted to hug and talk to her all night. Other times, I yearned to see how soft she would be around my cock. Those latter moments didn’t happen quiet enough.
Not enough to lock her to me.
I gazed down at that beautiful woman. “I love you, Evie. More than you’ll ever know.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m still not going to New York.”
Jay’s Evie. You finally did it, crazy man. I hope you don’t fuck up when you go pro.
She shifted against me to get closer, and my body reacted. Warm pressure swelled in my cock, but not enough for a full-blown erection. That crap was happening more and more when I got around her. I could’ve slipped my hands along her body and got harder. I wanted to. Hadn’t we all been through enough? Didn’t we just need to touch each other sometimes?
Or maybe I’m just over
sexed and fucked up?
For some reason, that got me harder. My cock pressed against my jeans. I wanted to rub up against her. It didn’t help that she sighed in a sexy way—full lips parted and fingers tracing circles on my chest.
Jay’s Evie.
Clearing my throat, I raised my arms and helped her off of me. “Well, my lovely queen. I bid you ado.”
“What?” She opened her eyes.
“I’m going to let you study.”
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait. I’ll stop, and we can—”
“Hell no, Evie. And don’t worry. I’ll fly down next weekend. I should get a jump start into Kush’s world.”
“Are you really going to New York today?” She sat up.
I shouldn’t have, but I gazed down at her chest. Her nipples had hardened. They pressed against her top. Was it that cold in her room or had her body reacted too?
“Yeah. I’m going.” I put my back to her, so she wouldn’t see my erection.
“No, Pipe. Stay with me tonight and then fly out tomorrow.” Her voice lowered into a wicked tone. “I could push the beds together, and we could do the love bed. I could have Jay come over.”
Jay, her, and me in one bed, tonight? No.
Throbbing seared to the tip. I did my best not to think of them in that way. Jay especially. Evie always let me touch her. For Jay, I would never take it there. He was too much of a brother in some ways. Plus, our friendship outweighed the awesome sex that would come.
Jay’s Evie.
“Pipe?”
“Yes, my queen.” I glanced over my shoulder.
“Come on. Stay with me tonight. Love bed! Love bed!” She started to bounce in the bed and clap over and over. Her breasts and hard nipples jiggled with the movement. “Slumber party! Slumber party!”
You’re killing me, Evie.
I avoided her breasts. “I’m horny.”
Ceasing with the clapping, she held her hands in mid-air. “O-kay.”
I licked my lips and turned away from her, searching for my jacket and shoes. “I’m going to go off to New York and see if I can find someone and fuck his brains out.”
She said nothing behind me.
What are you thinking about, Evie? Are you judging me? Do you think I’m weird? Do you know I haven’t been feeling like myself?
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