Evan's Addiction

by Sara Hess

  Maybe yesterday’s magic could extend beyond a day.

  It wasn’t like my other days with him weren’t as great; being around him made my days better in a way that didn’t seem real, but spending the whole day with him, a day he’d made special just for me, was like a gift.

  Gifts weren’t a common occurrence in my life.

  The only thing that had dimmed my enjoyment of yesterday was Evan’s accident. Watching that car hit him, and then nearly ram into him again…well, it had felt like a vise was squeezing my chest. I’d nearly climbed the fence to get to him.

  The group had all surged toward the entrance gate as one large mob, disengaging me from the fence, and while I hadn’t liked taking the longer route I’d made up time by losing my flip-flops. I hadn’t even been thinking about all the wreckage I’d be running in to. I’d only wanted to get to him as quickly as possible. The fact that I’d jumped on him like he was a sailor who’d been off to war for years also illustrated how little I’d been thinking.

  After discovering that he was injury-free I’d been shocked at the degree of my terror. I’d tried rationalizing it last night but my emotions had been all over the place with the overload of adrenaline, terror, and lust. This morning I didn’t even want to examine it because I knew I wouldn’t like the conclusion I’d end up at.

  Some things were better left in the dark. In fact, the dark was going to end up being my new best friend for however long this thing lasted between Evan and me.

  Evan shifted behind me exhaling heavily into my hair, causing goose bumps to explode all over my body. His movements pushed another one of his erections into my bottom and I grinned in contentment…he was hard again. The morning air was chilly on my face but he was keeping me pretty warm, and the feel of his hardness nudging me got my blood running exceedingly hot. I was unable to stop my brief backside wiggle. Regrettably, we’d redressed last night before wrapping up in the blanket and I was thwarted at getting to appreciate the full affect of him.

  A groan rumbled from him and his hips pressed forward, and his arms that were wrapped around my waist tightened, pulling me firmly to his front. I gave my own small moan at the sheer pleasure of the moment.

  A nose nuzzled into the back of my head, inhaling. “This feels good…waking with you in my arms, and you smell great too.” I closed my eyes and inhaled. He was killing me with all the right words. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes.” I breathed. “Surprisingly. Why didn’t you wake me up so we could head back to the house?”

  “Because then you might have decided to split off into separate bedrooms and I wasn’t going to give you that option when I liked you right next to me.” His fingers fanned out over my bare stomach under my shirt, like a heating pad that pinged all my special places.

  I was glad I wasn’t facing him because a silly grin spread across my face. “So you decided to chance sand fleas instead.” I teased.

  His hand rubbed briskly up and down my side. “That looks like its going to be an added bonus affect. Now we can scratch each others itches all day.” He snickered.

  “Is that a double innuendo?” My grin quivered in amusement.

  “A pretty good one, if I say so myself.”

  “You are saying it yourself.” I chided.

  Chuckling, his lips nestled into the bend of my neck, nipping up and down the curve. “Want to go for an early morning swim?”

  My brow rose and I scanned the white-tipped waves rolling into shore. “What…in our underwear?” The air was feeling a bit nippy outside our little cocoon, and while underwear was basically like wearing a swimsuit I don’t know if I was comfortable exposing myself like that. Also, anyone could come by now that it was morning.

  “Yeah, just a quick dip to wake us up.” His hands hadn’t stopped restively roving me.

  “You wouldn’t by chance want to utilize the water to reduce that unfortunate swelling I feel poking me?” I wiggled just to torment him.

  He pressed his hips forward and growled in my ear. “You got pretty well acquainted with poky so you know there’s nothing unfortunate about him.”

  “Oh, you are so going to regret calling it that.” I laughed even as my blood sizzled.

  He groaned. “Shit. Disregard my earlier comment; I meant to say The Beast.”

  “Too late.” I snorted.

  He sighed, hands still on the move; hips, stomach, thighs, and then his lips came back into play on my neck. I was surprised he hadn’t touched my breasts or between my legs yet, but no matter where he was touching he was making my body his; it sang at his handling.

  “Are you positive you want to go swimming?” Panting, I reached behind me to clutch at his pants, trying to pull him closer while squirming back into him shamelessly.

  “No.” He answered throatily, grinding his hard-on into my rear. “I want to sink myself inside you over and over again until we can’t move.” His hands finally cupped and massaged my breast and sex. “But I have plans for us today; plans to see you smile more.”

  “I can smile while you sink.” I rocked with his grinding, so freaking horny I was about to burst. His erection was hard as steel pressing into me so he had to be hurting as much as I was.

  “Fuck, Shaw, you are not helping.” He growled pinching my nipple and rubbing my clit.

  And he didn’t seem to really mind that I wasn’t. Reaching back I squeezed his ass, and rocked harder with a small roll of my hips. “Does this help?” I was playing the devil’s advocate but couldn’t help myself.

  His lower hand shifted, jamming itself down my shorts to strum my bare clit. “Shit, it’s crazy how much I want you…all the fucking time. If you were fucking naked I’d slip right between those firm ass cheeks to plunge into this dripping wetness.” His finger imitated the action; plunging, swirling, and then pulling out to manipulate my clit…and then repeating. “Then I’d pound you so damn hard…”

  My body clenched and the orgasm slammed into me unexpectedly. It came so fast, and was so intense my body arced in ecstasy, lights sparking behind my closed lids. Distantly, I heard Evan grunting behind me, his hips grinding into my butt as he squeezed me tightly. The sharp contractions declined into smaller tremors and I clasped his arm that was gripping my breast like my life depended on it.

  “Damn, you muddle my head.” Evan croaked after a while.

  “Sorry.” I wheezed.

  “No you’re not.” He complained with no heat, thumbing my nipple languidly.

  I sucked in a breath and dug my nails into his forearm, constricting around his finger still inside me. “You’re right, I’m not.”

  “It’s okay, because I do the same to your head.” He growled, stroking my sensitive inner tissue along with my nipple.

  He did; in a really big way. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I balked, and quaked. He was going to hurl me into another orgasmic spiral if he continued…and he did; pinching and pulling my nipple, rubbing my clit determinedly, stroking his finger inside me on a particularly sensitive spot. I cried out as another muscle clenching orgasm seized me, harder and more powerful.

  I gasped for breaths, clutching at his arm frantic for something to ground me. My heart felt like it was going to hammer out of my chest.

  “You keep denying it and I’ll keep showing you.” He rumbled throatily. Releasing my breast his hand grasped my chin and turned my head so his mouth could cover mine. My mind was too scrambled to worry about morning breath, and I got lost further under his plundering on-slant.

  When we came up for air I got my first good glimpse of his morning look and my heart clenched at how messily gorgeous he was; light brown hair tousled, cheeks flushed, amber eyes drowsily burning with desire and satisfaction.

  His finger tapped my bottom lip. “Not many women can pull off the morning look, but you own it like you were made for them.”

  My mood took a small dive thinking about all the comparisons he might be doing right now. My temporary Facebook and internet invest
igation of him had turned up some really attractive past bed-friends. He was always telling me how beautiful he found me, but years of being told you were a weird looking kid were hard to shake, and guy’s hitting on me because they heard how easy I was wasn’t something that boosted my self-confidence. And I know I had to look a mess right now; my hair all over the place and my mascara smudged.

  Tense now, I shifted away from him. “We should probably head back. No one knows where the hell we are since we snuck out like teenagers trying to evade their parents.” Getting to my slightly unsteady feet I straightened my clothes and brushed off specks of sand.

  Evan stood as well but tugged my stiff frame back into his arms. Cupping my shoulders he stared down at me intently with a small puckered brow. “What’s going through the head of yours that made you suddenly so rigid?”

  Surprised that he’d caught my tension I tried playing it off. It’s not like I wanted to talk about my insecurities. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine; just not looking forward to seeing everyone’s knowing smirks when we walk through the door.”

  He grinned, kneading my shoulders. “If anyone gives you a smirk you don’t like you tell me and I’ll wipe it clean off their face.”

  I raised my brow. “And if it’s Amanda or Nadia?”

  He grimaced. “Than I’ll do my best to hold back Noah and Seth while you do it.”

  Chuckling, I allowed his hands to relax me. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of them; although, I can see how Nadia might.”

  Affront covered his face. “I don’t lay hands on women with malicious intentions.”

  “Who said it had to be malicious? A pie in the face would wipe off a smirk just as easy as a fist.” I countered.

  Rolling his eyes in amusement he grabbed the blanket and then my hand pulling me into his side, and towing me after him as he headed in the direction of the beach house.

  “What are you; Bozo the clown? If there are pies lying around I’ll be sure to hand them to you.” As he walked his hips wriggled and he pulled at the front of his jeans. “Hell, everyone’s smirks are going to be for me if they see the front of my pants. I can’t believe you made me jiz in them.”

  I coughed out a laugh even as my face reddened. “Excuse me, but how is that my fault?” I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking a glance but he had the blanket in front of him.

  His gorgeous features scowled down at me. “I have never cum in my pants before meeting you…consequently, you are entirely at fault.”

  My grin may have acquired a small amount of smugness at hearing that.

  We walked together up the steps to the terrace and found Dan, Maya’s parents, Nola, and Izzy sitting at an outside table eating breakfast. Evan kept the blanket in front of him, blocking his stained pants. They smiled at us, no condemnation on their faces.

  The only other parents I’d had regular interaction with were David’s and their standard expressions had held haughty dislike whenever I was around. They didn’t treat David all that much better because of his sexual preference.

  “Did you two sleep on the beach last night?” Dan looked us both over with a grin and without waiting for an answer continued. “It was a beautiful night last night so I can’t blame you.”

  Even though they were all cheery I shifted nervously. It felt like what the two of us had been doing was written all over my face…and Evan’s pants. I knew that shouldn’t matter because we were both adults, but it didn’t stop the flush heating up my whole body.

  “It was especially amazing last night.” Evan agreed hugging me back against his front.

  I wanted to slap him for the heavy suggestion I heard in his tone. As a substitute, I elbowed his stomach and got an ‘umph’ and a tightening of his embrace.

  “Anyone else up?” Evan laughed on his exhaled breath.

  Maya’s mother eyed the both of us in amusement. “Eight-thirty appears to be too early for everyone else. If you’re hungry Dan has the largest stove griddle I’ve ever seen and we made enough pancakes and sausage to feed an army.”

  Evan snorted behind me. “I hope that’s not an exaggeration because the guys are like piranha in a tank of fresh meat when they get up.” They all laughed as Evan turned me toward the kitchen. “Do you want to go change first?” He asked in my ear as he shuffled us along.

  “Shower, brush my teeth, change, all of it.” I was sandy and squelchy in some pretty personal places.

  Stepping through the door I glanced around the kitchen taking in the bowls of fruit, pitchers of juice, and two large warming containers that housed the probable mountain of pancakes and breakfast sausages. My mouth watered at the smell but my hygiene needed taken care of first.

  Evan’s hands caressed my waist as he directed me past the food and out of the kitchen. “Yeah, I need to change too, and a shower would probably be a good idea as well.” Using my hips as a steering wheel he guided me through the house and up the stairs. At the door of the bedroom Samantha and I were supposed to have shared he halted us and twisted me around to push my back up against the door.

  Heated amber eyes twinkled down at me. “I wish I was the soap so I could feel you up during your shower?” He waggled his brows.

  Amusement tugged at my lips. The man loved his pick-up lines…and I couldn’t deny that I looked forward to them too.

  I reached back for the door knob at the same time purring. “I wish I was the water…” His gaze got hotter as I paused dramatically while turning the knob behind me. “So I could drown you.” With a sneering grin I slid backwards shutting the door on his soft laughter.

  With the door between us I set my head against it and inhaled a calming breath; being around that man was a constant adrenaline high and I needed this separation to get my bearings back. It was proving impossible to do while I was with him. It was so easy being with him, getting lost in him, but I knew it wouldn’t last. He didn’t have it in him to stick around, and it wasn’t like I had anything special to make him change.

  How could a person love and dislike something at the same time? Evan was like chocolate; I loved the taste of it, but hated what it could do to my ass and thighs, and too much of it made me really sick, but it didn’t stop me from eating it again when offered. Everyone knew chocolate was very addictive. How was I supposed to say no to it…to him? Uhggg!

  “Where have you been, little lady?”

  I spun with a squeak, clutching at my chest in surprise to find Samantha walking out of the bathroom wet from a shower and wrapped in a towel. She looked like she was trying to give me a stern parental glare but the sparkle in her eyes contradict it.

  She propped her hands on her hips. “No call, no text, no note…I’ve been up all night worried sick.”

  Holding back my grin at her manner I mimicked her stance and bleated. “You’re not the boss of me. I’m a grown-up and I can do what I want.”

  She shook her head and walked toward her bag on one of the chairs. “This is the attitude I get for caring. Next time I won’t leave the door unlocked for you…ungrateful egg of my loins.”

  I grimaced. “Ehw, gross mom. I don’t want to hear about your icky old eggs.”

  She gasped in outrage. “My eggs aren’t old. You’re the one that’s old.”

  “Well, this argument suddenly turned twilight zone. Are we playing a scene from Back to the Future?” I headed for the bathroom.

  “If it is then we have to kiss, so pucker up Buttercup.” Samantha yelled after me.

  I laughed. “Sam, I find it interesting that you focused on that one scene out of the many. Has kissing me been on your mind and now you have the prefect opportunity to act on it?”

  Leaving the door slightly ajar so Sam could finish getting ready I stripped down and hopped in the shower; a marvelous shower that had water spraying from all sides…Auhh, to be rich. Samantha and I were used to sharing a bathroom since she visited so often in the past year so it didn’t bother me. Tilting my head under the spray of water I observed S
am walk back into the bathroom brushing her hair through the blurry glass of the shower’s cubicle.

  “I’m sure you know all the statistics on experimentation in college.” She came close to the glass and gave me kissy lips. “Come on, let’s become a statistic.”

  I snorted and slapped at the glass. “Catch me after Evan dumps me; I’ll probably be ready to experiment then.” The words came out teasing but my heart clenched excruciatingly at the imminent truth to them.

  Silence met my comment but I could feel her stare through the partition, and realized my error. My remark, although joking, was a pathway to my personal life.

  “Why do you say that, and so nonchalantly too? Watching you two together is like witnessing two lost souls finding each other. You guys are perfect together. Are you only seeing each other casually or something, because you never seemed like the casual type, Shaw?”

  I blinked the water out of my eyes and stared at her through the glass. “Wow, two lost souls, Sam? You know I’m not that deep, right?”

  “Don’t give me that crap, Shaw. You’re like a bottomless chasm; you just have a really good veneer to disguise it.” Samantha barked out.

  I gaped at her in surprise but joked, “Take that back; I’m like a shallow puddle.”

  She snorted while rubbing some hair product in her hair. “Give it up girl. I’ve gotten to know you really well in the past year and while you present a first-rate ‘I could give a shit’ attitude, you actually truly do give a shit. I know talking about yourself is the last thing you like to do, but I’m going to step over that line. We’re friends, and friends talk about personal shit. Carrie’s patient and lets you come to her when you’re ready to talk, but I’m not as patient and I want to hear what’s going on.”

  I stood under the water spray squirting shampoo into my palm processing her unexpected edict. She didn’t appear to be done, because she continued talking as she squeezed lotion in her hand and began rubbing it into her skin that wasn’t covered by her bra and underwear.

  “You two may have just started dating but the way you are around each other screams something longer than that. I’m not tremendously close with Evan, but I’ve watched him with a few of the other girls he’s dated…” My face contorted in distaste at that. “And while he was pleasant with them, he didn’t converse with them like he does with you. You two seem to have this special language that excludes the rest of us. And I’ve never seen him all over another girl like he is with you either. I’m seeing something that looks pretty intense, but you’re already expecting an end to it. Why is that?”