Unwell (The Un Series Book 1)

by Robin Laine

  His head dips slowly to mine, our eyes still connected. Lips slightly parted. Time standing still when our mouths finally meet. The kiss starts out gentle, sweet, but quickly rises to desperate when Evan’s hands burrow into my hair. He tilts my head to the side before deepening the kiss, our mouths hungry and our tongues greedy for more. This connection between us is beyond comprehension. He shifts so one of his legs is between mine, his thigh brushing up against my core, the hardness of his cock against my inner thigh. A moan begins in the back of my throat, forcing its way past my lips. I thrust my hips to rub my center against him, the friction a feeling of pure bliss yet it’s not enough. I need to be closer. I need to feel his skin against mine.

  My hands find the bottom of his shirt and snake underneath, gliding along his lower back then around to his abs. My fingers trace every solid, hard muscle as I push his shirt up his chest with my roaming hands, feel his racing heart beating under my palm. I hike a leg up over his hip, thrusting against him once again. A growl emits from deep within Evan’s chest and suddenly we can’t tear each other’s clothes off fast enough. It’s a desperate race full of passion and need. His hands unclasping my bra. Mine fumbling with his zipper. Clothes are landing haphazardly on the floor until there’s nothing left between us.

  Evan leans back until he’s sitting on his heels. Eyes roaming over my body as if he’s worshipping me, he runs his hands over my breasts, circling my taut nipples before sliding down my stomach and stopping at my center, asking, “Are you wet for me Azley?” before sliding his fingers between my folds, parting them to dip inside me. I moan and thrust against his hand as his fingers work their magic, sliding in to find my sweet spot and work the bundle of nerves there before sliding out again. He continues to manipulate my body until I’m writhing against his hand. His calloused thumb rubs against my clit, and the burning pleasure taking over my body in a frenzy is almost too much. I want to push him away and pull him closer. For him to stop and to keep going until I’m completely consumed by this fire he’s created within me. My body tenses as I contract around his fingers, wave after wave of heat, euphoria, and passion travel along every nerve. I lay motionless in a state of rapture as he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth. His eyes close as he sucks them clean, then pop back open as he releases them.

  He reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap, firmly grabbing my hips as I straddle his thighs. I slowly rub my slick center over his hard dick, the friction of my clit hitting the tip of it sending an exhilarating shockwave of lust through my body. Stilling me, Evan reaches for his jeans on the floor. He grabs his wallet from a back pocket, then retrieves a condom from it. He holds the condom up for me to see, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. “Yes, please, now,” I answer before he rips the wrapper open and rolls the condom down his hard length. I brace my hands on his shoulder to lift myself up onto my knees, and he thrusts his cock into me in one, smooth stroke as I slam myself down. The feeling of being stretched and full is exquisite.

  In the next instance, he deftly has my hands behind my back, binding my wrists together with one of his hands while holding my right hip in a powerful grip so I can’t move. In this position my back arches, pushing my breasts forward. Evan grins wickedly before leaning forward and latching onto my nipple, biting down hard enough to cause a slight sting. He quickly gives it a tender lick, soothing the pain and causing me to moan in ecstasy as he swirls his tongue and sucks. He moves his mouth to my other breast, paying it equal attention as he lavishes it with his mouth.

  I try to move my hips with little success. My clit rubs against the hair on his groin, the sensation is so sensual and stimulating that my overly sensitive nerves can’t take much more. “Please Evan, I need to move. Fuck me. Dammit, fuck me!”

  He lets go of my wrists, runs his hands up my back and grabs my shoulders from behind. My forehead rests against his as I wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers tangle with the hair at the back of his head as I slowly rise and drop, rise and drop, swiveling my hips as I do. This erotic dance, it’s slow and sweet. Provocative and powerful. Our breaths ragged and mingling as we stare into each other’s eyes, each other’s souls.

  “Christ.” One word is all Evan says, but it’s full of passion and promise as he flips me onto my back and begins fucking me with the same slow pace. His thrusts are hard, deep, before slowly drawing back out. My legs wrap around his waist as he lifts up to brace himself on his hands. Head tilted down, he watches as his cock disappears inside me. “Watch us, Azley. Watch as I fuck you and claim you,” he commands and I lift my head to see what he’s seeing. It’s carnal, intoxicating, and I’m near the edge, ready to fall over when his thumb finds my clit again. I cry out as I grab onto his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh to ground me as I lose myself to this paralyzing orgasm that’s threatening to shatter me.

  His arms wrap around me, crushing me against the hard plains of his chest, my face cradles in the nook between his neck and shoulder. One final thrust before he bottoms out and I’m falling, biting his shoulder as my orgasm rips through me. He hisses in my ear and stills above me, finishing just seconds after I do, clinging as tightly to me as I him. Our bodies are slick, lungs drawing in gulps of air, contentment is settling in. I don’t want to let him go and at the same time, I need space.

  Reality crashes back in and I push gently on Evan’s chest. He lifts up to sit back on his knees, running a hand through his hair. What the hell did we just do? We were supposed to be taking things slow. I was enjoying it. All of the talks, getting to know each other. We got lost in our cravings for each other; the thirst and hunger, the carnality and sensualism provoked by our inner desires for each other. Was it really such a bad thing, though? We’ve known each other for a month. We’re exclusively dating each other. So, wouldn’t this have been the next step anyway? Regardless of the pace we wanted to keep? My brain and heart work these thoughts out in my head and I come to the conclusion that, yes, deep down I wanted this. This connection with him. I want more than what I’ve been allowing myself to have, and I only want it with him.

  Evan won’t look at me, though. Fear that he’s just going to get up and walk out has me scrambling to stand up. I grab his shirt off the floor to pull over my head and cover my breasts. His eyes snap to mine and he lets out a sigh, “Shit, I only wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry, Azley. I didn’t mean it to go so far, but, fuck.”

  “Sooo, what are you saying? You regret what we just did?” I ask, waiting not so patiently for his answer.

  Chapter 11

  Evan

  “Sooo, what are you saying? You regret what we just did?” She asks me. The look on her face is a mixture of sadness and yearning. Almost as if she needs my answer, but at the same time doesn’t want to hear it.

  “What? No! Don’t even think that, Azley. I just, I only intended to kiss you. I told you we’d take this slow, but fucking hell. I lost control. I’m sorry.”

  She's standing there in nothing but my tee, staring at me, and God damn she looks as fantastic as I knew she would. Every time she looks at me her breath catches, and her beautiful hazel eyes light up in wonder and roam over me. It’s as if she’s seeing me for the first time, every time, and I fucking love it. My cock is hard as a rock again already, wanting to be buried balls deep inside her, her tight walls gripping me, and never leave.

  I wind my arms around her waist to lift her and her legs automatically wrap around me as she gasps in surprise. Her teeth lightly graze along my neck as I carry her the short distance to her room. Thank fuck the door is already open, because I almost drop her ass when she runs her tongue along my earlobe then gently sinks her teeth in. I toss her onto to the bed, sending her into a fit of giggles, then close and lock the bedroom door. Ripping the condom off my dick, I toss it into the small trash can next to the nightstand.

  "Please tell me you have more condoms, Azley." Without a word, she twists her body so she can open the nightstand drawer and pulls out a small box before handin
g it to me. Thank fuck. I pull one out and put it on the pillow next to her head.

  "We're going slow this time, Sugar. I'm going to worship the fuck out of your body, savor this like it's the last damn meal I'm ever going to have. I want to know you so intimately, we won’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.”

  I draw my hands down her sides, trace my fingers over her hips and back up to push my tee over her beautiful breasts before I bend down to nip my teeth along her ribs, then run my tongue over the spot to soothe it. Her body is incredible, lean and muscular like the dancer she is.

  Kneeling between her legs, I wrap my hands around her thighs, pulling them apart. I dip my head and swipe my tongue up her pussy to her clit. Christ, I thought her mouth was the sweetest thing I ever tasted, but fuck me, her pussy is downright sinful.

  “Don’t stop. Oh God, please, don’t stop!” Over and over she chants. Like hell I’m going to stop. If God himself commanded me to, I couldn’t. I rub the scruff on my jaw against her inner thigh as I make another swipe and her body trembles. I go slow, drawing this out so I can savor her as I fuck her with my tongue. I’ve been waiting to do this since the night I saw her at the bar. Playing it out in my head as I got myself off in the shower every morning. My dick gets harder the more she moans and her desire covers my chin.

  Once I draw out her last shudder, I sit back on my knees to put on the condom, tearing the foil open with my teeth. I wrap one of her legs around my waist and pull the other one up so her ankle is on my shoulder. I guide my dick inside her slick pussy slowly, getting in deep, grinding against her, and Christ if this doesn't feel good having her wrapped around me, her tight walls gripping me, pulling me in and not letting go. I move my hips slowly, pulling out and then pushing back inside.

  She reaches for me and I grab one of her hands, entwine my fingers with hers to stretch it over her head while I grasp her hip with the other. Our eyes lock onto each other as I thrust deeper and faster. Her gasps turn to moans, eyes squeezing shut, her walls clenching around me and legs moving to wrap tightly around my waist as we chase our orgasms. “Give it to me, Azley. Let it go,” I whisper to her as I rub my thumb over her clit. She explodes around me and my orgasm follows hers. I collapse on top of her, being careful not to crush her with my weight, trying to catch my breath, “god you’re beautiful when you come. Simply amazing.”

  “Amazing,” is all she can muster as I pull out of her, hissing at the loss of her warmth and roll to the side, taking her with me to pull her close in my arms. She cuddles in deep, laying her head on my shoulder with a sigh. We lay like this in silence for a few beats before I get up and head into the bathroom to discard the condom and clean myself up. I find a washcloth next to the sink, run it under warm water, so I can take it to Azley.

  Azley is on her side, one leg stretched out straight and the other one bent with her knee propped on a pillow, by the time I make it back to the bedroom. Her breath is light and even as she sleeps peacefully. I clean her up as best as I can, then toss the rag towards the bathroom as I walk out to the living room and grab my clothes. Once I'm dressed, I go to the kitchen to find a notepad and pen so I can leave Azley a note.

  As I rifle through a junk drawer, I find a picture of Azley with her arms wrapped around another man’s waist. She’s looking up at his face, into his eyes, as though he hung the moon. The jealousy that courses through my veins is fierce. I want her looking at me like that. Like I hung the fucking moon and stars for her and only her. I flip the picture to see if anything is written on the back and shocked at what I see. ‘This is what a broken heart looks like. Never again.’ I immediately know who the man in the picture is. My jealousy turns to anger, and I now have a new mission. To erase what that asshole did to her and show her what a real man is, how a real man treats and takes care of the woman he loves.

  Fuck, did I really just think that? Do I love her? Already? I don’t know, but I sure as shit feel something deep.

  I drop the picture back into the drawer and grab what I need so I can leave a note for Azley. I don’t want her thinking I got what I wanted out of her and ran. I’m in this for the long haul.

  Sugar,

  As much as I would have loved spending the night with you,

  holding you close in my arms,

  waking up with us tangled up in each other,

  we're not ready for that yet. Soon, though, Sugar.

  Here's your morning kiss. I'll see you tomorrow.

  E

  I place it on her nightstand, with the Kiss I had in my jeans pocket on top of it, before leaning over her and kissing her softly on her forehead. A contented sigh passes through her lips but she remains asleep. As I leave her apartment, I make sure to lock the door knob before closing it and head to my truck.

  The following weekend, I pick up Azley and Tyler to bring back to my house. We have plans to do some horseback riding. “So, my mom and dad would love for you two to come over next weekend. Dad plans on firing up the grill. Nothing special, just a normal family gathering. What do you think?”

  “Um, I don’t know. Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Her fingers twist together nervously in her lap.

  “Are we a couple, Sugar?” I ask.

  “Yes, we are, why?”

  “Would you consider us exclusive?” Her eyes narrow, trying to figure out where I’m going with my questions.

  “Of course, we’re exclusive. You know this.”

  “I’ve met your mom, so doesn’t it make sense you meet my family? Sugar, I’m asking you to do this for me not my parents, I would love for you to meet them.” I give her my best puppy dog eyes and try to pout like she does. Must do it wrong because she giggles so hard she snorts. She’s not even ashamed of it.

  “Okay, since you asked so nicely, not because you pouted. You may look adorable doing it, but it won’t make me do anything for you,” she says, throwing my words back at me.

  I reach for her hand, twine our fingers together, raising them to my lips to kiss the back of hers, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

  Conversation over, Azley turns the dial up on the radio and begins singing to the song playing as loud as she can. I take my eyes off of the road for a moment to stare at her and shake my head in amusement. She sounds horrible, but I’m sure as shit not saying anything to her about it. She catches my eye, winks, and keeps on singing.

  “How you doing little man, do you want to keep going?” I ask Tyler. We’ve been riding my horse, Chewy, around the paddock for twenty minutes. Azley laughed her ass off when she found out his name. Now she understood my questions about Star Wars. Tyler was so excited when he found out he was going for a ride. I half expected him to be scared when he saw the horse up close, by how much bigger it was than him, but he squealed with excitement at the sight.

  “Keep goin’ pease.” Looking over at Azley, she’s leaning against the fence, head resting on her crossed arms, watching us as we do another lap. The smile on her face is relaxed, but her eyes say she’s tired. After we finish this lap, I lead Chewy to the stalls, climbing off of him just outside the opening, before lifting Tyler down. He holds my hand as we walk in to take the saddle off and brush down the horse. Expecting Azley to have joined us, I’m surprised when I turn to look outside and she’s gone.

  “Let’s go find your momma and get some lunch. I bet all that riding made you hungry.”

  “Oh yes. You have peanut butta’ jelly?” He asks.

  “Absolutely. You want to help me make it?” I swing him up into my arms, heading to the back door and into my kitchen. Setting Tyler down I go search for Azley, finding her curled up on my couch. A quilted throw my mom made lays across the back of it and I pick it up to cover Azley, leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead, “Rest well, Sugar. I’ve got Tyler.”

  I return to the kitchen to make Tyler some lunch, pulling out everything I need for sandwiches. “Okay, little buddy, I have a very important question for you,” I say as I pick Tyler up and place him on the co
unter next to our plates. “Crusts on, or crusts off?”

  “What’s cwust?” He scrunches his nose and squints his brown eyes in confusion.

  I can’t help my grin as I pick up a slice of bread, turning it so he can see the crust, “See this brown part? That’s the crust. Do you like it, or should I take it off?”

  “That not cwust. That bread, silly!” One of his little hands reaches out, grabbing the slice and dropping it back onto the plate. His giggle sounds through my kitchen as I shake my head. I guess he doesn’t have a problem with crusts. I make our sandwiches, set Tyler up at the table, and pour some milk into his spill proof cup. I grab a bottle of water for myself and join him at the table.

  “Wow this betta than momma’s. Is way bigga, Evan.” Tyler grins around a big bite, shoving more food in his mouth than I’m sure is capable of fitting. Maybe I should have cut that sandwich in half. I’ll have to remember that for next time.

  “Slow down there. If you’re that hungry, I can make you more.”

  “Oh good. My tummy is happy. It likes food.” He pats his stomach with both hands before continuing to eat. This boy cracks me up. All I can do is laugh, not knowing what to say to that. When he finishes, I make another sandwich, cutting it into four pieces this time.

  Azley wanders into the kitchen as we finish eating, “Sorry I conked out on you guys.”

  “No problem, Sugar. Tyler and I were just fine,” I grab her around the waist, the slight flinch she tries to hide not escaping my attention, and pull her onto my lap. My lips find her neck, kissing softly at the bend to her shoulder. “Are you hungry? I can fix you anything you want.”

  “No, I’m good. This is my routine now, especially after being out in the sunshine. Exhaustion takes over at a moment’s notice and I collapse on the first comfortable surface I can find.” she lays her head on my shoulder as she wraps her left arm around my back and rests her right hand on my chest. I gently pull her in closer, careful not to squeeze too tight.