I laugh a little as I drip the honey in and stir with my finger. It starts to form a gel, and Evan tells me to drip a little bit of the almond extract in. The mixture is warm and slick, and smells so good. There’s so much of it, too, that I can’t imagine us using it all. Who am I kidding? Of course I can.
He turns the light off and we go back into the room. He places the bowl on the bedside table.
“Now, I know you’re an employee here and you’re obligated to report any damage done by guests, so I’ll just go ahead and tell you we’re going to fuck these sheets up and you can put it on my final bill.”
I start to laugh, but he grabs me around my waist and the moment turns from humor to serious in a half-second.
Evan pulls my shirt up and over my head and arms, reaching around to unclasp my bra. He cups my breasts as he bends his neck down just enough to get his mouth on them. He hungrily licks and sucks each nipple, breathing in deeply and saying, “I’ve been thinking about these all day.” He licks each one more time. “Fuck, Audrey. You make me crazy.”
Evan grabs the comforter and yanks it off the bed, tossing it on the other side along with the decorative pillows.
I touch one of the thick posters of the canopy bed.
Evan notices. “No tying up this time. I want your hands all over me.”
He pulls his shirt over his head as I unbutton my shorts, and within seconds we’re both naked on the bed.
Evan hovers over me as I lie on my back, his arms on either side of my head propping him up. He looks at me for a moment, raises one arm and touches the side of my face with the back of his hand, then touches my bottom lip with his thumb. “You’re so perfect.”
Words fail me, which is fine because his lips are on me the next second. He kisses me hard, greedily, his tongue diving into my mouth.
Evan sits up and reaches for the bowl of massage gel. He scoops out a huge handful and holds it over my stomach.
I expect him to lower his hand, but instead he just turns it over. The warm gel spills out and pools on my stomach. His hand is there next, spreading it around my stomach and up to my chest. He puts the bowl down on the far side of the bed.
“Look at you,” he says, both hands cupping my breasts and plumping them up. I look down my body and watch him squeezing.
My nipples are as hard as they’ve ever been, poking up, almost begging for his mouth.
Evan seems to see it the same way. He lowers his head, tongue sticking out of his mouth, tracing around the edges of both nipples.
The way he’s sitting between my legs, I can feel how hard he is already. It’s a heavy presence on my thigh, and it’s all I can do not to beg him to fuck me. Immediately. I don’t just want it. I need it.
I slide my hand down to my stomach and gather some of the gel. Shifting a little so I can reach farther down, I’m able to find the head of his cock. I grasp it gently at first.
“Harder,” he says.
I wasn’t expecting that. I give it a good squeeze and feel him throbbing between my fingertips. He moves and I lose him from my hand.
He drags his tongue down my body as he reaches for the bowl again. This time he holds his hand up over my thighs, makes a fist, turns it upright, and lets the gel drip on me.
Before I know what he’s doing, he’s rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him. “Your turn.”
I get the bowl and tip it a little, letting the gel drizzle in a thin stream all over his chest. Moving down his body, I cover him in it, then put the bowl to the side and lay down, my head right at his knees.
Slowly, I work my way up. Slipping and sliding up his long, muscled body, feeling his cock against my neck, my breasts, my stomach, as my tongue leads the way up to his face.
The gel is warm and tastes amazing, like the perfect dessert after our dinner. I decide to tease him a little by scooping up some gel with my lips, then letting it fall out, like I’m drooling over his body, which isn’t such a stretch.
Up and down, I slide along him, finally stopping when I’m straddling him.
He’s so hard his erection is pointing up his body, and I’m sitting on it. I start to move, our flesh warm and slippery together. I could come like this if we do it for a few minutes longer.
His mouth opens a little, and I realize mine is too. We stare into each other’s eyes as my rocking hips move faster. It would take just a little bit more of a move down for him to slip inside me.
And that’s what I think he’s doing when he moves his hand from my breasts to my shoulders. He pushes down on them, like he wants to feel me grinding on his cock harder. The bucking motion of my hips is almost involuntary now. I want it. I want him. I need him to fuck me like this.
“Not yet,” he says, as if somehow he knows we’re both thinking the same thing.
My voice hitches in my throat but I manage to get the words out. “No condom.”
Evan sits up, kisses me, his arms wrapping around me and holding me tightly in place. “I’m not done with this yet.”
He rolls me off of him. I’m on my back again. “Turn over.” His voice is low, rough, almost hoarse.
Rolling onto my stomach, I feel his strong hand on my back. I bring my arms up to rest my head on them. I want this to drag out now, the need to hurry completely gone. I try to calm myself a little by concentrating on the sound of the ocean and the fresh breeze coming in through the window. All we’d need is a little music and this would be like a massage—
My thoughts stop cold right there as I feel his hand stopping on my ass and he says, “Spread your legs a little for me.”
I do, and he’s teasing the one area that’s always been off-limits. I had always been on the “no way” side of that issue, but with Evan…it’s a maybe.
He’s slow. He’s soft. He’s gentle with it.
It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced and never even imagined. It’s not just physical. There’s an enormous mental component to it for me, I realize, as he touches me more directly. There’s a major trust factor, but also a sudden and completely unexpected desire to give a part of myself to him like this.
And, if I’m being honest, it feels amazing.
“I want to see you.” His voice is as soft as his touch.
I turn my head on the pillow and look at him.
He’s lying on his side, right up against my body, his arm bent and his head propped up on his hand.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod and my eyes flutter a little as Evan’s voice, the touch of his fingertip, and all the thoughts in my head swirl together.
We maintain eye contact like this for several minutes as he massages me there. I spread my legs a little more and lift my hips. We don’t exchange words, don’t plan it, but one time when I lift them, Evan grabs a pillow and slides it beneath my body.
Now I’m in this position for good—ass up, no longer just relaxing, but feeling that exploding need for him to be inside me.
“You like this?”
“Yeah…”
“This?” He slides the tip of his finger in.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, my answer happens in the form of me raising my hips even more and pushing back against his finger.
Evan eases me into a little rhythm. I’m starting to exhale heavily and my eyes are closed, and all I want is this kind of intimate closeness with him forever.
I’m about to say something—like how badly I want him, how desperately I need him inside me—when he moves.
He gets behind me, his hands on my hips, and I prepare myself for what I think he’s about to do…
And then I feel the head of his cock slide into my pussy. He slides into me a little more, more, then fully…and then he’s like an animal on me, fucking me deep, hard, fucking me like I want him to.
I reach out and place my palms flat on the headboard, holding myself in place.
He makes what sounds like a growling noise and I produce an involuntary grunt, followed by little whimperings as he
pushes deep into me.
I feel his finger touch me again, massaging in little circles, and then the amazing feeling when his finger is inside me again, his cock right there too.
The sensation of his bare cock inside me makes me want to come, and I can feel the muscles clenching and releasing, like I’m massaging him as he slides in and out of me.
Hands flat on the bed now, I get into a kneeling position. I feel my head move back a little and realize Evan has reached up and grabbed my hair that I’d put into a ponytail.
He pulls a little harder just as I’m about to tell him to, and it’s just enough, as if he knows what kind of pressure I can take.
He’s holding on, pulling me into him. I’m pushing back into him. There’s a hard, wet sound from the gel as he thrusts against my thighs and ass.
My head drops to the bed when I suddenly feel the onset of an orgasm. It’s like something detonating inside me. Like Evan has found an entirely new way to bring me to this point.
My face is buried in the pillow, muffling the loud noises I’m making.
I can barely hear him, but he says, “I can feel you coming for me. Ah fuck…”
It’s so intense, I almost can’t take it, and I want him to come. I want to feel it happening inside me.
My legs are spread as wide as they can be and Evan is still going, but he’s slowing down. I can’t gather my thoughts enough to realize whether he’s come or if he’s just stopping. No, he didn’t come. I would have felt it.
I remember something he said to me before and when the thought hits me, I want it now.
“Wait,” I say, moving, and he slips out of me. I turn quickly on the bed, lying down on my back right in front of where he’s kneeling. My face is under his cock now. “Come in my mouth.”
Running my tongue along the bottom of his hard length, turning my head to the side, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around as much as I can. And then he’s moving again, fucking my mouth.
I moan as I feel his fingers grab my nipple and squeeze. He pulls on it a little. There’s just enough softness mixed with a hint of pain, and I love it. It makes me suck him harder….
His cock twitches. I hear him take in a sharp breath of air. His fingers tighten around my nipple.
I move my head around in circles, feeling his cock as it throbs once then twice very quickly. Evan comes in several quick bursts, warm on my tongue. After I’ve swallowed all of it, I lift my head and run my tongue around the tip of his softening cock.
Our eyes are locked on each other’s.
“Keep doing that,” he says, shaking his head a little, “and you’re gonna be in for a long night.”
Chapter Thirty
Evan
I look out the window as the plane rises in the sky above Charleston.
I get a sinking feeling in my stomach when the wheels leave the ground, but it’s not from motion sickness. I’m still torn about whether I should be going to Denver or not.
It’s a crystal clear morning. Sunlight flashes and gleams off the little streams and ponds that dot this inland part of the city. I had hoped we’d circle out over the marsh, maybe even the ocean. What I really wanted was to be able to look down and find the resort, knowing Audrey was down there somewhere.
Over the last few days, I talked to Audrey about the trip a few times. She was supportive, but there was also a hint of concern in everything she said about my trip.
She wanted to drive me to the airport, but I didn’t want her to have to pick me up when my return flight lands in Charleston after midnight. Plus, even though it’s only a two day trip, no one likes airport goodbyes.
The answer about whether I should have made the trip comes when I realize this will be a good test for me. Better than a good test. The perfect test. Being onstage again, playing with the band in front of thousands of people, will help me gauge where I really am in my head.
Maybe I’m getting close to reaching a point where I can do it all again. Or maybe I’ll get there and decide I’ve been right for the last couple of months and remaining in the band is completely out of the question.
It’ll be good to see my mom and dad, and one of my two brothers. Mom’s announcement that Dad wanted to talk to all of us weighs heavily on me this morning. I have a pretty good idea of what he’s going to say, and I’m prepared for my response and the fallout that will come from it, mostly from my oldest brother Dale.
Closing my eyes, I try to relax. The next thing I know, it’s a couple of hours later and a flight attendant is waking me up.
“Sir, we’ve landed.”
Jesus, I slept through the landing?
My brother J.D., the middle one, the one who I get along with because he’s not a dick like Dale, texts me and says he wants to pick me up from the airport. I text back and tell him I’ve already rented a car.
An hour or so later, I’m driving out to the family ranch. The air is so different here, cooler and much lower humidity. I’d almost forgotten what it was like. Not only from being on the road for so long and barely spending any time here at all over the years, but also from being in Charleston for a good bit of the summer where the humidity is so thick you could almost bottle it, cool it down, and drink it.
It’s not only been a long time since I’ve been in Denver, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out here in the countryside. It’s flat, with mountains off in the distance. Fields and prairies that seem to stretch for an eternity.
There’s no traffic on the highway, except for the occasional motorhome that probably contains a family passing through on their way somewhere else. No one comes to this little town to stay, which is part of its charm.
I pull into the long driveway. Dad never had it paved, so it’s still dirt and pebbles, and the sound brings back memories both good and bad.
Driving up toward the house slowly, my phone chirps. It’s a text from Bruce asking me if I’m in town yet. I park, turn the car off, and tell him I’ll be there on time and that I’m turning my phone off for the rest of the day.
Before I can get out of the car, Mom emerges from the house, followed by J.D., who comes right to the car and gives me a bear hug before I can even get completely out.
He’s wearing all denim, as usual, and he tips his hat back as he says, “Jesus, man, it’s good to see you.”
“You, too.” I look up at the porch and wave to my Mom.
She waves back and I can see all the way from here that her bottom lip is quivering a little. I steel myself and prepare to take all of this in stride and not feel guilted into or out of anything, even if no one intends to do that.
Except for Dale, of course, who comes around the side of the house with a rake in his hand. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was about to charge me with it. The look on his face is not a happy one.
He approaches me and puts out his hand, like he’s introducing himself to a stranger. In fact, he says, “Nice of you to drop by, stranger.”
I shake his hand. “My favorite brother.”
J.D. laughs and says, “Yeah, right.” He’s not an idiot, but sarcasm has always escaped him.
Dale says nothing more as we walk toward the house. I give my mom a big hug and she is indeed crying. “It’s so good to have all my boys in one place.”
“Good to be here,” I say, and it’s not a lie. I’m happy to see her and J.D. And dad. Speaking of which, I ask where he is.
“Went to check on a grain order,” J.D. says. “He’ll be back for lunch.”
Mom pats me on the stomach. “I’ve cooked a feast for all my guys. Come on in.” She grips my arm, practically pulling me into the house and then not letting go once I’m inside.
Dale tells J.D. he needs his help in one of the stables, so I’m left alone with Mom for a little while. She asks about my summer and how things are going. I tell her everything pertaining to my music, and then… “I’ve met a girl.”
She’s getting something out of the oven when I say it.
She puts it down on top of the stove and turns toward me. “That sounds serious.”
I laugh. “It does?”
“They way you say it, it sure does.”
I tell her a little about Audrey. Mom says she loves the name, that it’s always been a favorite of hers and it’s a shame it’s so rare these days.
She again says, “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Remember, it’s just for two days.” She knows this, but I feel like I need to keep all of this in perspective. I’m not returning home. At least not right now.
Dad comes in through a side door, takes his hat off and says, “No wonder there’s a fancy car in the driveway.” He smiles. I get up to say hello. To dad, a fancy car is anything that isn’t a truck and/or some other kind of vehicle that isn’t more than ten years old.
“Good to see you, son.”
Dad looks old. He moves slower. He talks slower. But he’s still solid as a rock.
“Let’s get the men around the table and eat, for goodness sake,” he says.
. . . . .
We were never a family that was big on talking while we’re eating but this time is different. Mom brings up several funny memories from when the three of us were kids. J.D. has a couple of his own. Dad and I recount a family-famous story about him having to rescue me on a snowmobile when I was nine and had gotten myself turned around out in a wooded area that’s since been cleared.
After lunch, Mom stays inside while the rest of us take a walk around the ranch.
We get to the last storage shed, where there’s a picnic table in the shade of one of our few big trees. We all sit and Dad says we need to have a serious talk.
“I’ve been waiting for all of us to be together for this,” he starts. And then he tells us he considered selling the ranch. “Your mother and I have talked about this for more than a year.”
Dale looks at me, and I know what he’s thinking. This conversation has been delayed for so long because of me. Because I haven’t been around. I give him a blank look and turn my attention back to Dad.
“We’re selling the ranch.”
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