Evolve Series Box Set

by S. E. Hall

  “Out, now!” I roar at the poor woman cleaning up inside the tent. She drops a plate and runs out, cussing me under her breath. If she only knew, she’d forgive me, I’m sure of it.

  I brace Bennett’s perfect ass on one arm and use the other to clear everything off the table with one, big sweep. Shit flies everywhere, crashes to the ground… ask me if I give a single, solitary damn.

  The second I sit her down on the end of the table, chaos immediately ensues. There’s nothing even remotely sophisticated or savvy about it, no coordination whatsoever to our total devouring of each other. Mouths gnash almost painfully together and hands explore hectically as we meld into one. She hisses in my mouth and traps my bottom lip between her teeth as I tug my hands through her hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper, harder, starvation controlling every frenzied movement. She tastes of champagne and Bennett, her tongue twining with mine, weaving a spell I never want to wake from.

  She deprives me of her mouth, ripping open my shirt then grappling frantically with my shorts. “No fucking way,” I grunt, snaring both her wrists and pushing her flat onto her back. She thinks she wants to fight me, argue, but her jagged breathing won’t allow for a lot of talking… and the fiery desire in her eyes is more ravenous than defiant.

  I shove both sides of her dress up past her waist, my gaze riveted to the tiny scrap of white lace barely covering my prize. I gradually peel those little panties down her trembling legs and off. I clasp my fingers around her ankles, lifting her feet to rest on the end of the table, then push on the insides of her thighs to spread those sweet legs apart. “Nobody else since, huh?”

  I want to hear it again. I want to hear her tell me to my face that no other man’s touched this pretty pussy since me.

  She blushes and shakes her head no, the fan of her red hair splayed out and swishing across the tabletop with her answer.

  “Tell me Bennett. I wanna hear you say it, knowing I can hear you. Tell me who the last man here was.”

  “Y-you,” she pants.

  A feral rumble of possession crashes up my chest. “Look at me.” Her eyes, a dark, forest green of lust, flicker to mine. “And who will be the last man to ever be here?”

  “You.” This time there’s no stutter, only a solid, reverent pledge.

  I touch her, a light finger gliding through her slickness. She’s swollen, puffy with want, need, and I can’t hold out any longer. I drag her to the very edge of the table and drop to my knees. “You understand,” I blow hot breath on her, “that you, this pussy, every part of you, are mine now, forever. From here out, no more games, Bennett. You with me?”

  “Yes, God, yes Zach. Please.”

  “Just making sure.” I chuckle, my soul as at peace as it’s ever been. She’s with me. I take in the heady scent of her want and lower my head to cover her sweet, glistening cunt with my mouth. Damn but that first taste—unreal. The one time before, I didn’t eat her. If I had, I’d had pushed her a lot sooner and harder than I did, cause I’m never going without this again.

  I have to hold her hips down to keep her from writhing right off the table. “You like that, baby?”

  “Mhmmm,” she hums, shifting her hips up, begging for my mouth to return.

  I dive back in all too willingly, licking up her essence, getting off on the sexy noises she makes, the way she digs her fingers into my forearms.

  “More, Zach. So close.” Her voice tremors, like her thighs.

  I drive two fingers inside her and she winces just a bit. It’s a snug damn fit, and my cock twitches, wanting to feel that tightness for himself. I work her slowly, stretching her, just savoring the silken feel of her and the fact we’re once again, finally, acknowledging the undeniable connection between us. I stroke her until I hit the spot that has her thrusting herself faster against my hand and purring like a kitten.

  “You wanna come just like this baby, or you want my mouth too?”

  “Yes!”

  My lip quirks up at her delirious non-reply. Guess I’ll decide for her, and my decision is “yes” to everything, dipping my head for more. To join my fingers.

  I twirl my tongue around her clit, faster then slower, never stopping my fingers from rubbing the glory spot deep inside her. When her inner muscles are twitching and she’s chanting my name breathlessly, I grip on to the pulsing little nub with my teeth and hold it firm, flicking my tongue against it rapidly and press down harder with my fingers.

  “Oh, fuck.” It’s one long wail, her head thrashing from side to side as she explodes in my mouth, coating my fingers and tongue with her silky, wet warmth.

  My lil’ tiger, her blood boiling as red-hot as her hair and kiss-swollen lips, doesn’t stop and rest for a second, like most women would, sated and wanting to rest in the afterglow of her orgasm. No, my girl springs up off her back and pounces, attacking my mouth, neck, ear.

  God help me, the ear. Or rather, what she begs, richly delicate in it. “Fuck me, Zach. Fuck me now.”

  Our hands scramble together to get my shorts and boxer briefs off.

  Bennett’s a very petite girl; thus the years of dancing standing on my feet, the rides at the fair we’ve never be able to ride together and the fact that all the top cabinets at her house are empty. And yet, there’s never seemed to be more of her than there does right now I want to feast between her legs forever. I want to lick every last inch of her skin. I never want to stop kissing her mouth and my hands itch to trace and memorize every part of her.

  But she wants to be fucked.

  And yeah, that’s definitely on my list too.

  We can go slow next time.

  I grip the base of my achingly hard cock and line up with her dripping wet center, easing in deliberately, eyes glued to where we join. “Mhmm, Zach,” she moans for me and I glance up, needing more than anything to see the look on her face as I enter her. Tears swim in her eyes and I freeze.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she laughs faintly, which does insane things with her muscles currently encasing the head of my dick. “Actually, I finally don’t hurt anymore.”

  My sweet girl. “I don’t either, baby. I don’t either.” I lean over her to kiss her lips, bracing my weight on my forearms bracketed on either side of her head, and infuse in the kiss my understanding of what we really just said to one another. No more pain, emptiness, longing that never comes to fruition. The wondering and insecurity can’t hurt us anymore; we’re together now.

  Mouths melded, our tongues mingle and twist in cadence to my glides in and out of her. Nothing has ever felt more natural, more in sync. Her velvet to my steel, her tiny, soft body pliant and giving underneath my hard, big one.

  She pulls up her feet and digs her heels into my ass, spurring me to go deeper, or faster, or both. “Make love to me later, all night. But right now, right now you fuck me hard Zachary Reece. I need it.”

  I tried to control myself, take great care with her fragile, unpracticed body, but when the love of your life tells you to fuck her… you fuck her.

  I interlace our hands by her head and lay farther over her, driving into her now like a rutting animal, primitive and uncontrollable. She matches my passion, constricting around me in a way that has me clinging to my endurance. She’s so skintight that there’s not one part of my dick not being cushioned and stroked by her. The exotic mixture of lilac, sweat and mind-blowing sex surrounds us and the little mewls and whimpers coming from her as I slide out to the tip then plunge back through her satiny walls with the force she pleaded for completely incinerates my fortitude.

  I find her clit and tease mercilessly with my thumb, sucking on her tongue, making sure to hit her g-spot with every drive. “Ben, baby, come for me, with me. You close?”

  Her answer is a loud shrill, that they may have heard over in the wedding tent, along with her full-body quake. I let my head fall back as I tumble over with her, a roar tearing from my throat as I empty years of denied hunger inside her.

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  “You cannot be serious.” I laugh, trying to squirm away. Not an easy feat when you’re pinned under the massive, glorious body of one Zachary Taylor Reece.

  “Do I feel serious?” He says despite a mouthful of my breast, his still hard cock sliding suggestively against my pussy.

  After what I’m hoping was a discreet escape from the catering tent, we’d come back here to his suite and loved each other again. But the second time, we’d taken our time, somewhat controlling ourselves and slowing down long enough for both of us to get completely naked so we were free to explore every single part of the other.

  He’d made love to me. Unhurried and methodical. Skimming his fingertips along my skin, licking and kissing a path down, then back up my body as he paid me and my body praise in a rich, deep reverence. And… spent a lot of time making sure my boobs didn’t feel left out. In fact, he’s still hanging out there now; he seems to really like them.

  “Zach.” I push on his head, trying to get him to detach from my nipple long enough to look at me, but he refuses to budge or be sidetracked. “As excited as my girl is you’re back, and very, very good to her, I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow. No sense in wearing out your shiny new toy all in one night.”

  He is literally in the midst of a just-the-tip moment down there, I guess thinking I won’t notice.

  I noticed.

  “Ben.” I’d say he whines it, but the throaty way he turns my name into a plea is way too sexy to ever be called a whine. “Give me some choices, a compromise.” Look at him, so objective... while poking the tip in and out.

  “You’re insatiable.” I snicker, pushing on him again. “How about this? Let me take a bath, soak things and while I do that, you order us some replenishments. Carbs, definitely carbs, and then we’ll see what happens.”

  He pouts, hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen, because it’s not like a pooched out lip, bratty tantrum kind of thing, but more so a man on fire who’s about to combust because he wants you so badly telling you so with his frown. But, reluctantly, he agrees, giving me one more kiss that almost has me changing my mind, then climbs off me. “You want me to run to your room and get any of your girly bath stuff?” He asks.

  God he’s magnificent, just standing there, comfortable in all his naked glory—with good reason. His hair’s skewed from my greedy hands and his sea-green eyes are sparkling. This trip has added a golden glow to his skin, stretched tight over sinewy muscles. Those broad shoulders, decorated with bold, dark ink, a trim waist and defined abs. Yeah, Zach’s a looker, no denying it.

  And his hands rest on his hips, which are connected to the ridges that cut perfectly down to his dick, as big and beautiful as the rest of him.

  “You rethinking that bath?” His flirty tone interrupts my perusal and I force myself to drag my eyes away from his physique to his face, where a smug smirk waits for me. “I love it when you look at me like that, Ben. Trust me, the feeling’s mutual.”

  How did I resist him for so long?

  “N-no.” I lick my parched lips. “I need a hot bath. And yes, I’d love my stuff, if you really don’t mind running to get it?”

  “Don’t mind at all, baby.” He starts to get dressed, and I dash for the bathroom, before I’m tempted again to change my mind. “Be right back,” I hear him call over the water I’ve started running in the tub.

  As soon as there’s enough ran to sit in, I do so, easing myself down into the warm relief. Not gonna lie, I’m more than a little sore. It’s sort of like… say you were once a rock climber and for some reason you suddenly quit doing it, for years and years, then one day just decided to run out and scale Mt. Everest—without any warm-up climbs or stretching.

  Feels a lot like that.

  Not that I’m complaining.

  Moreover, as I lower myself farther into the water, lying my head back to rest on the ledge and close my eyes, I have to wonder.

  How am I so blessed? What did I ever do to warrant such favor from Heaven? You always hear people say, “God makes one special someone for everyone.” Well, he made two for me. He sent Tate into my life, or rather he sent me hall crawling into his room, and I was loved, well and truly. And I returned that love, completely. But then, when God obviously had another plan, one I thought would completely break me, shattering me into so many pieces I’d never be put back together… turns out, he didn’t forget about me at all. No, he just changed the plan… and sent me Zach.

  And once again, I find myself well and truly loved. And I return it, have for years, completely.

  God must really like redheads.

  Or maybe he simply likes me. And wants me to be happy. And what kind of person would I be if I didn’t take that gift and pay it forward?

  A shitty one.

  Therefore, I’m gonna make Zach so damn happy, he won’t know what hit him.

  “Ben!” I startle when he yells and jolt upright. “Damn baby, I just got you, so no drowning yourself in the bathtub please.” His laugh is facetious, worry lines on his forehead and around his eyes evident.

  I guess I’d fallen asleep while the water was still running. Surely it would’ve woken me up when it got to my face, but once again... Zach’s right there when I need him.

  “Okay sleepyhead, you ready to get out? Think we should get you to bed.” He doesn’t wait for my decision, pulling out the drain plug. “Up you go.” He lifts me from the tub and sets me on my feet. Grabbing only one towel for me, oblivious to the fact his own clothes are now soaked, he lets his eyes roam leisurely over my wet, naked body once then shakes his head as though clearing it from a fog. His voice is gravelly when he tells me, “I grabbed your shorts thing you like to sleep in too.” He points to the outfit on the counter as he dries me off, quite meticulously I might add, leaving no spot untouched.

  “But I promised—”

  “Shh.” He chastely kisses me quiet. “You didn’t promise anything. You said we’d see what happens. I saw. You fell asleep in the bathtub. Time for bed, gorgeous.”

  Another thing “they” say, and it’s absolutely true: you don’t realize a good thing until it’s gone.

  But when it, or something just as wonderful, comes back… that’s a real eye-opener!

  I stand there, like a limp, sleepy rag doll as Zach takes care of me. Drying me off, helping me into my pajamas, even running a brush through my damp hair. We brush our teeth side by side, then he’s hoisting me up in his arms once more. “Up you go.” He smiles, kissing the end of my nose and carrying me to the bed.

  He strips out of his wet clothes, back down to only his navy boxer briefs and climbs in beside me, tucking me into his side and pulling the covers over us. I drape one arm across his stomach and rest my head in the crook of his arm. “You set an alarm?” I ask.

  “For what?”

  “We fly home tomorrow. We’ll need to get up early to pack and stuff.” I sigh softly, a bit glum that it’s over. “You know it’s funny, seems like we were here forever, waiting for the wedding. But the minute it’s over, we’re leaving as fast as we can. Now that I’m officially exhausted, the work’s all done and I need a vacation, the vacation’s over.”

  “Doesn’t have to be,” he says matter-of-factly, chin resting on top of my head.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Let’s stay for a while, just me and you, alone.”

  And he’s right, we would be alone. Sky and Judd aren’t even honeymooning here. I mean, why would they want to honeymoon in Jamaica, right? No... they’re going straight from this island paradise to, wait for it, Montana. See, married five minutes and they’re already compromising. She got to pick the beach wedding, he got to pick the wilderness honeymoon.

  “What about work, stuff at home?” I ask.

  His body shakes with his soft laughter. “Ben, the gym will run without you for a while, it’s why you pay a manager. And I don’t teach or coach when school’s not in session. And I guess you’ll have to fill me in on what this “stuff” at home is yo
u’re talking about, cause, far as I can remember, neither one of us owns a pet.”

  Oh, my God, he’s right. We have absolutely nothing stopping us. Suddenly, I don’t feel quite so sorry for myself that I’m old, or without young kids.

  We could lounge around the beach, rubbing lotion on one another’s bodies, make love in the sand at dusk, order room service and eat it off each other. Hang the “Do Not Disturb” sign and sleep in as late…

  And just when I had it all envisioned and was excited to agree to stay... jealousy rears her ugly head, fangs and claws bared.

  “Or we could go somewhere else,” I start with a casual lilt, but end in a catty snarl, “where Tia doesn’t work.”

  “Anywhere you want, baby.” He chuckles. “Name it. And who’s Tia?”

  “Who’s Tia he says,” I grumble, poking him in the ribs. “Seriously though, you really wanna just pick somewhere and go, just like that?”

  “I really do. Look at me, Ben.” I lift my head. He’s grinning down at me, the carefree mirth in his eyes stifling. “I love you, Bennett. I’ve been so in love with you for too long to remember and I’ll be in love with you every day for the rest of my life. If you ask me to, I’ll follow you anywhere. And if you ask me to lead, I’ll do that too, baby. Just say the word. Oh, and say you love me too.” He smirks.

  I crawl over him and lay on top of his body, my ear directly over his thrumming heartbeat. “I love you too, Zach. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. To realize. Thank you for waiting.”

  He rubs my back. “Totally worth the wait.”

  “Liar.” I snicker. “It was torture and you know it. For me too. When I’m able to keep up with these sexathons you’re planning, then, you can say it was totally worth it.”

  “So much more than that, Ben. You already know that though.”

  I do know, but much like my body, my openness with profound statements of feelings will take some building up too.