by Sara Hess
“Evan, I can take of myself, been doing it forever. Nothings ever happened to me at one of these parties, and people take pictures at these things all the time. Pretending to take a selfie is as ordinary as someone puking.”
His face came closer. “I don’t like it, Shaw. All it takes is one time. Any girl who’s been there can tell you that.”
If he was trying to be intimidating it wasn’t working. The only thing I was feeling was arousal. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I have a taser?”
His brows shot up and he seemed to forget about his displeasure for a moment. “You do?”
I brought out a smirk. “And mace. It’s every girls must have.”
Eyeing me with hooded intensity he sighed. “Shaw, it’s still not safe.” Closing his eyes his forehead touched mine. “Shit, I can’t believe how freaked out I was.” Fierce eyes met mine again. “If you do this again I’m going to turn your ass as red as your hair. I just might do it anyway for not answering my calls.”
Heat and emotions rushed through me. His threats didn’t even faze me because it was taking everything in me to not let this moment seem more than it was. Evan probably would have been concerned for any girl who was at a party on her own because that’s the kind of guy he was. I reminded myself that I wasn’t anything special.
I wasn’t completely successful at not letting the fervor he was displaying seep a little bit into my heart though.
Incase my face was displaying everything I was feeling I buried it in his neck, kissing up the length of it to his ear. “I’ll look forward to that after I get my picture tonight.”
His frame went rigid against mine. Surging harder into me, pressing me into the wall, Evan twisted his head covering my mouth. I opened instantly, letting him have his way. I hated that I’d been anxious about what he’d do tonight on his own, and I had really thought he would jump at the chance to go do something without me, but finding out that he’d spent the night searching for me had this knot in my chest unraveling making me want to jump him without delay in the middle of this party.
The sudden outburst of whooping and catcalls broke us both apart though, and I became instantly mortified at giving everyone a show.
Way to go, Shaw; show everyone that the rumors about you are true.
Evan pressed my head into his chest. “Give it a minute and everyone will find something else to look at.”
Realizing he was trying to block me from everyone’s view I slumped into his frame. My eyes misted and I blinked hastily to clear them. How did he know what I was thinking and feeling? And it’s not like I cared what these people thought about me. I was just sick of the rumors and harassment and didn’t want to feed them more. I was just starting to get a slight reprieve from it…all because of Evan, and now he was watching out for me again.
Clutching at his shirt I pressed my face into him and inhaled. God this moment felt wonderful, and I so wished that it could be forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EVAN
I blanketed Shaw, my heart thumping madly with lust, leftover anger and anxiety. I was irritated as hell that she’d disregarded my texts and calls on where she was, and finding some ass-bandit caging her against the wall, hitting on her, did not make my night any better. When she had first informed me about what she did I told her it was dangerous going to parties alone, but she’d still gone and done it, and then had the audacity to tell me to go have fun without her.
When she texted me that suggestion I’d instantly rejected the idea because…well, shit, I can’t even explain it to myself. I’d never spent so many back to back days with any of my other women, and with any of them I would have jumped at the idea of getting a break from them. The reason my time with them had lasted a month was because I gave myself time away from them. After my hasty refutation I had taken a moment to consider the idea, because it bore thinking about and if I was anything it was a thinker, but even if she hadn’t been out by herself doing recon at a party alone I realized I still didn’t want a break from her.
So I had continued to try and get a hold of her reminding her she shouldn’t be at Frat parties by herself, but she’d brushed off my concern.
Shaw’s astonished expression at witnessing my concern told me she wasn’t accustomed to people worrying about her. I had to remind myself that she’d been raised by people who didn’t give a damn if she stayed out all night and got shit-faced, raped, or killed. Because of this her already independent personality had been tweaked to become even more pigheaded.
Well, I gave a damn about her and she was going to know it, and I wasn’t going to let her blow me off just because she thought she was this autonomous woman who could take on the world all by herself. Dammit, anything could have happened to her.
I pulled her in tighter as another wave of anger and fear rolled over me.
The urge to drag her out of this house and implement my threat to turn her ass red was great, but as I stood there holding her my riotous emotions calmed and I began to comprehend that she wasn’t going to let me do that until she got what she came for. Better to just help her get it done and then it would be my turn.
“Who’s the guy you need to photograph?” I grumbled down into her hair…her loose hair, and that just got me more riled up. I was beginning to consider her hair as mine. Yeah, it was stupid, but I didn’t like just anyone seeing all those curls free.
She shifted us sideways and I watched her peer around the room. A frown line appeared between her eyes. “Oh shit! He’s not here. I’ve lost him.” Leaning back she gave me a disgruntled look and pulled out her phone. Five seconds later she shoved it at my chest. Taking it and turning it over I saw the picture of a guy on it. “This is him. Now help me look.” She growled.
I was expecting to have to tag along behind her as she stormed off, but she surprised me by grabbing my hand and tugging me after her as she strode through the house searching the crowd.
Expelling a breath, shaking my head, and holding back an exasperated grin at her adorableness because I was still perturbed by this whole night, I helped her search. I saw several people I knew and gave them head nods in greeting but didn’t stop to chat. I wasn’t in the mood to mingle and I knew Shaw wasn’t going to halt her search, and there was no way I was letting her out of my sight.
We were headed down a hallway when she suddenly stopped. “I really thought he was going to be different.”
Looking over her head I glimpsed the guy from her phone leaning back against a wall, a girl pressed to his front, smacking lips like there was no tomorrow. Shaw raised her phone to take a picture but the couple suddenly disappeared behind a door.
“Crap on a cracker.” She strode down the hallway and I followed.
Stopping in front of the door she tried the doorknob and when it didn’t budge she sighed and looked at me. “What do you think…can you kick it down?” She asked all seriously.
I knew her well enough now to read behind some of her faces. Leaning my shoulder against the wall I grinned and sent my searing gaze up and down her body. “I normally get paid for manual labor. How much you paying?”
Cheeks flushing with arousal, and her green eyes sparkling with excitement, Shaw rolled her eyes pretending to be uninterested. “Not that I wouldn’t love to see you go all Hulk on this thin slab of tinder, I brought something easier to lug around than your trunk of a leg.”
Opening her off the shoulder bag…not purse…she rummaged inside. Of course I tilted in to get a peek, and low and behold she hadn’t been fibbing about that taser, but my curious gaze switched to the three inch slim metal tool she pulled out. It had a small hook at one end and a wedge at the other.
She held it up like it was made of gold. “My handy-dandy, lock picker…for those locks that cost less then thirty dollars.” Fitting the wedge end into the small hole in the center of the knob she gave a small twist and…“Wall-lah.” She whispered.
Slightly impressed, I raised one brow. “What are you goin
g to do now; just open the door and start clicking?”
She returned the tool back to her purse with a scowl. “Do I look like that kind of hack photographer to you?”
No, she looked liked a fucking wet dream.
After fiddling with her phone she gave me a smile and a come-hither with her finger.
I was a junkie for her smile so of course I obeyed. Taking hold of my shirt she moved in close. “I knew if I fingered you long enough you’d come.”
A smile split my face; the little minx just turned the table on me pitching me an awesome pick-up line. Suddenly, she was pushing me backwards through the door she’d unlocked. It was dark but Shaw fixed that by flicking on the light.
“Oh shit, sorry, sorry, we thought this room was empty. You should really lock the door next time. Well, we will leave you to your fun and look for another room. Ta-ta.”
The entire time she was jabbering she stayed hidden behind me but at the same time held her phone out to the side taking pictures, and I just stared down at her with a crazy grin on my face. Then she was pulling us back through the door, shutting it, and towing me behind her as she hauled ass out of the house. Once we reached the outside she looked back at me laughing, and witnessing it sent a blinding bolt of lust straight to my balls.
Fuck, she was wild, and beautiful, and I was going mad with want for her.
Taking over the lead I dragged her down the street to my car. Pressing the unlock button I opened the passenger door and dropped in settling her astride my lap. Sandwiching her face between my hands I fused our mouths together and our lips and tongues worked in sync. It was amazing how flawlessly we fit; nothing had ever been this perfect.
Seizing her ass I sprawled just enough so that our groins locked and I was able to rock her on my aching erection. Past my own groan of pleasure I heard her small cry and whimper as she pressed down on my dick and it had my blood running even hotter knowing she wanted me just as badly.
I needed her naked...like now!
But not here…out in the open…for everyone else to see…because I was the only one allowed to fucking see her. And it was these flashes of reality that gave me the control to put a halt to this.
Wrangling my lust I pulled back to nip at her lips. “Are you heading back to your apartment now?”
Shaw didn’t appear to appreciate my self-control because she was trying to deepen the kiss, sucking my bottom lip in her mouth. “Yes. Are you coming?” Her eyes twinkled hotly at the innuendo.
She was trying to kill me. It was getting harder and harder holding off on having sex with Shaw; especially as she relaxed more and more around me. Thankfully, our other ways of getting off were keeping me sane and stopping me from jumping her like a horny rabbit. I was thinking another torture session with her vibrator was called for.
Squeezing her ass one last time I lifted us out of the car. “Yes, I’ll be right behind you.” My tone was saturated in sexual overtone as well.
Walking back to Carrie’s car I saw her checking her phone.
“Did you get some good pictures or do we have to go back?” I asked when I saw her frowning.
“No, they’re actually really good, but there’s something odd about the girl.”
“Does she have three breasts or something?” Every guy had the hope of seeing a girl like that once in their lifetime.
Shaw snorted. “I don’t take nudie pictures…if I can avoid it.” She grimaced like she remembered something she’d rather forget. “This girl looks almost exactly like the girl who commissioned the pictures. So either this guy has a type that’s freakishly similar, or it’s the girlfriend.” Shaw jammed her phone in her bag looking irritated. “What the hell was she doing there? I hope she heard me when I said the fee was non-refundable.”
I tugged Shaw into my side. “She must not have been ready to find out if her boyfriend was cheating.”
She sighed with a frown. “Yeah, I’ve had some girls who need evidence after evidence before they’re willing to accept it. Although I have to say the dude wasn’t making any moves on any of the ladies during the time I was watching him and he had several opportunities, so…maybe he’s genuine.”
The possibility seemed pulled from her and I wanted to repeat again that this career choice was twisting her view of relationships.
I sent her off in Carrie’s car with one last kiss before walking back to my car with the plan to meet her back at the apartment. Carrie was spending the night at the house tonight so that meant Shaw and I would have the apartment to ourselves, which was always a bonus. Shaw didn’t hold back vocally when we were alone.
I caught up with Shaw a couple minutes down the road and we drove into her apartment’s parking lot together. We walked up to her place hand in hand.
“Neighbor still around?” I asked as we stepped up to her door. My hands settled on her waist and I squeezed while bending down to nibble her neck.
She shivered as she rummaged through her purse. “Charity’s still around but she’s become conspicuously invisible lately.”
I only inquired about the chick to make sure she wasn’t bothering Shaw and now that I knew she wasn’t I wiped the bitch from my head.
Shaw got the door unlocked and once we were through, and the door secured behind us, I spun her around and hauled her to me, crushing her mouth under mine. Shaw opened eagerly with a hum.
It was crazy how intensely my body ached for hers.
I herded her backwards towards the bedroom as our mouths devoured each other and our hands quickly divested the other of clothes. I was still in my work clothes, minus my suit coat and tie, and Shaw swiftly took care of the buttons of my shirt, running her soft hands over my bare chest. Tugging her shirt over her head I dropped it on the hallway floor, along with her bra. Cupping her breast, molding the supple flesh, I shuffled us into her bedroom not bother to close the door since it was just us in the apartment tonight. Shaw’s hands were fumbling with the fastening of my pants but I needed to taste her breasts, so to make it easy on both of us I sat down on the bed, spread my legs, and latched my mouth on one satiny, firm globe.
She sucked in a breath and her hands shifted to clutch at my hair. “Oh god! That feels so good, Evan.” Tugging my hair slightly she pressed her breast into me harder.
“Nothing tastes as good as you, Red.” I growled in approval, for both her breast and the tugging.
I savored both scrumptious mounds and her sighs and moans were doing bad things to my self-control. After awhile Shaw’s hands returned to my pants to finish what she started, and then those nimble fingers were in my boxers, wrapping around my dick, and I gave a grunted groan of pure pleasure.
“Oh shit, Shaw. I don’t think I’m going to last long. Let me do you first.” I worked urgently on the button and zipper of her jeans, sliding them and her panties down her legs. The sight of her small patch of red hair had my mouth watering. I loved going down on her. It had always been a quid-pro-quo exchange with my previous lovers, but that wasn’t how I viewed it with Shaw. She was fucking dessert.
Once I got her out of her pants I gripped her waist and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She gave a small squeak at my abrupt maneuver, but it turned into a cry of delight as I buried my face in heaven. I’d done this to her four times now and she seemed to be getting a little bit more comfortable with it, spreading her legs for me slightly instead of wanting to squeeze my head in embarrassment.
While one of my hands played with her breast, tweaking her nipple, my other hand grasped on ass cheek, holding her steady for my lips and tongue. I kissed and suckled, stroked and stabbed, licked and flicked, and nearly came as Shaw’s moans increased and rose in volume.
“That’s it, Red, fucking come for me. Let me hear you scream.” I growled into her pussy.
Plunging my finger inside her I curled it and rubbed at her g-spot while sucking and rolling her clit in my mouth, and she obeyed my command, going off like an exploding rocket. I watched it with a triumphant smile while s
queezing my dick so I wouldn’t blow in my pants.
Shaw gradually relaxed, slumping boneless. That’s when I began to kiss up her shuddering belly, licking and sucking at both her red, swollen nipples, brushing my mouth over her flushed chest and neck, and by the time I finally reached her mouth to plunder it hungrily she was gripping at me frantically once more like I hadn’t just made her come.
It made me harder feeling how quickly I could get her excited and aroused all over again.
She suddenly scrambled to her knees and began pulling at my pants. “My turn.” She panted.
“Don’t you mean mine?” I asked with a strained smirk as my cock popped out of my boxers to stand at attention.
Glazed green eyes locked on it. “Okay, both.” She amended before swallowing me whole and making me groan in satisfaction.
“Fuck, Shaw!” God, she deep throated like nobody’s business.
I had to close my eyes, because even though there was nothing hotter than her lips wrapped around my cock if I watched her I would only last for a couple seconds. She went up and down a few times and then her hand took over, and then my eyes flew open when I felt her straddle me. Before I could stop her she was lowering herself slowly onto me. My hands seized her hips to stop her—at least that’s what I told myself—and I was about to ask her what the hell she was doing, but the tight, wet, warmth of her body scrambled my mind.
“Shaw…oh shit…what are…fuck, you feel so damn amazing, Red…I wanted us to wait…ohhh fuuucckkk…” I groaned as she engulfed my cock into her hot, tight core inch by inch, until she bottomed out with a whimper, closing her eyes. I nearly closed mine too at the extreme pleasure of it but I had to know if she was good. “Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying to retain my head as her body clenched around me snugly. “If it hurts, Red, you need to pull off.” Because I knew I didn’t have the will-power to leave voluntarily. She felt even better than I remembered.