by London Hale
I’d been right—Eve’s body was heaven and hell rolled into one.
When I’d finally worked myself all the way inside, my hips settled against the cradle of her spread thighs, she stared up at me, her eyes wide, her panting breaths brushing across my lips.
“Nathan…Nath—” She broke off on a choked moan as she clawed at my back, her fingernails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped marks on my skin. I fucking loved that she was marking me.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I clenched my eyes closed as I struggled with my self-control. Every instinct I had was telling me to fuck. To pound myself into her tight little body, rut against her until I filled her with my seed. Just like a fucking animal. I swallowed down my groan. “You okay? You just tell me when, baby. I won’t move until you’re ready, and then I’ll work this pussy so good. I’ll make it feel amazing, but not until you’re ready.”
As much as it would cost me to stay seated inside the most perfect pussy I’d ever been in, I would. I would.
“Now, Nathan. Please, now.” Her hips were restless against me, trying to work my cock even deeper than it already was.
“Thank Christ.” I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, stroking my tongue against hers as I pulled back and thrust inside, yanking her knee up and pushing it toward her chest. I slid even deeper, my groan loud and hoarse as I snapped my hips against hers at a frantic pace. I couldn’t stop the overwhelming need rising up inside me to take her. To claim her.
Eve met every single thrust I gave, like she was seeking more. Like she needed me even deeper though she was already stuffed full of my cock. “Oh—oh God.”
“Jesus, you feel so good. Better than I dreamed.” I pushed inside as deep as I could and rotated my hips, grinding against her clit, making her gasp out my name. “You feel it, baby? You feel how good we fit?”
“I do. I feel it.” Her legs tightened, her body beginning to tremble. “Oh God…how could I not feel it?”
“Work with me, Eve. Tilt your hips, show me how bad you want to come on my cock. You’ve already given me two, but you’ve got more in you, don’t you? That hungry little pussy’s been starving for me, hasn’t it?”
She whimpered, trying to lift her hips against me while she pressed her head back into the pillow.
“How’s it feel? Tell me, baby. How do I feel inside you?”
“Perfect. You feel perfect in me.”
I dropped my head into her neck and groaned, working my hips as fast as I could, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room. My need started in my toes, climbing higher, tightening my balls and making me clench every muscle in my body, trying to stave off my impending orgasm. She wasn’t there yet, and there was no fucking way I was coming without giving her at least one more.
Pulling away, I sat back on my heels, choking the base of my cock with one hand while the other went straight for her clit, strumming it with quick motions.
“Nathan, what—” Her words broke off on a moan at the same time I felt her tighten up around me. She reached out, brushing her fingers against my arm, looking like I was giving her the whole fucking world. And then her eyes fluttered closed as she arched against the bed, her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.
I didn’t know where to look—at the ecstasy written all over her face, at her tits thrust toward me, or down to where I was settled deep inside her, her swollen pink lips spread wide around me, looking absolutely fucking obscene.
The sight of her pussy swallowing so much of my cock was all it took to send me flying. Falling over her, I braced myself on either side of her head, thrusting as deeply as I could and shouting her name as I came. Kissing away her breathy sighs, reveling in the feel of her hands stroking down my back, soothing me. Knowing even as I emptied inside her, I wouldn’t be able to let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
There were good and bad points about living with a single parent who worked all the time. The bad, well, it was pretty lonely at times. Dinners alone were the norm, and not seeing my dad for days at a time wasn’t unusual. The good, though, was that he tended not to notice when I snuck in to or out of the house. A bonus, considering I’d had to find a way into the house without him seeing me after leaving Nathan’s.
When I’d arrived at home so many hours after disappearing for Nathan’s, my dad and Gen had been sitting in the living room together, visible through the front window of the house. She’d been talking about something, waving her hands around like she sometimes did. I hadn’t been able to see his face from my angle, but he’d looked as if he’d been paying attention to her. I’d tiptoed around the corner of the house and headed for the door that led into the garage.
I owed Gen big for hanging around all day with my dad while I’d been off getting—as Nathan liked to hear me say—fucked. I needed to buy her cupcakes or tacos or a new car. Yeah, the car—that was how much I appreciated her running interference.
I’d snuck in through the side door and up the back stairs, successfully avoiding both of them. I’d almost stopped and turned around once when I’d heard my dad laugh. Truly, utterly laugh. Not the contrived chuckle he did when some business partner needed an ego stroke. A real laugh. That sound was a rarity, but my hair had been wet and my dress wrinkled—something I definitely hadn’t wanted him to see.
Once in my room, I’d changed into some pajamas, crawled into bed, and texted Gen an all clear. And then I’d played through all the memories of the day. Nathan’s rough hands, his gentle kisses, the way he’d sometimes lose control and grab or bite or yank. All so hot. So uniquely him. We’d showered together after, and he’d been so gentle with me. So touchy and sweet. I’d loved it. Loved him. I’d hated having to come back to my dad’s house at all, and if the way Nathan had held me tight and murmured all the filthy things he wanted to do to me next time had been any indication, he felt the same. But we had to play it quiet for a while. We needed to tell my dad before he found out through any sort of gossip, but it wasn’t on my list of things to do right away.
Though, apparently, telling Gen every dirty detail was—which was what she’d demanded when she’d finally texted me back, the poor girl probably stuck talking to my dad for hours about colleges and SAT scores. That was how I ended up driving to the local coffeehouse, Bundt and Grind, the next morning. She had the opening shift at the adult toy shop where she’d started working on her eighteenth birthday, so I got up bright and early, threw my hair in a messy bun, and hightailed it across the island. I’d rather have been going back to Nathan’s, but he’d worked the early shift and was still on duty. I wouldn’t see him for at least an hour yet. I could barely stand to wait, needing to feel his arms around me again, his weight on top of me. That slow, strong grind he did when he thrust into me.
And apparently, Gen saw that craving on my face when she walked in the door.
“You are such a slut,” she said, hugging me.
I rolled my eyes, but the grin that spread across my face was unstoppable. “Shut up.”
She pulled back from our embrace, looking over me with that knowing expression of hers. “You really did it.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah. I really did.”
“Holy shit. Holy shit.”
“Holy shit is an understatement.” I grabbed us a couple of drinks and followed Gen to the squishy chairs in the back corner, the ones that offered the most privacy and the most comfort. The soreness from the day before lingered between my legs, reminding me of what Nathan and I had done with every step. But I wasn’t about to try sitting on a hard, wooden chair just yet.
“So,” she said, pulling her legs underneath her. “Tell me everything.”
I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting the warmth travel all the way down my throat before giving her a broad smile. “No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no?”
“No. This wasn’t some hookup. It was Nathan.”
“Exactly my point. Mr. Hottie Cop himself. I need dirt. Come on, spill.”
“Well,” I said, dragging out the word and looking to the ceiling as if I really had to think about what to say. But again, when I peered back at Gen, my grin gave me away. “He’s really good with his hands. And his mouth. And…everything else.”
“Everything, everything?” she asked with an eyebrow cocked.
I nodded. “Everything, everything.”
“Well, hot damn, my little girl’s all grown up.” She wiped away an imaginary tear.
“Shut up.”
Leaning toward me, she asked, “What are you going to tell Brock?”
I shrugged. “We’re not a couple. He’s been chasing after that redhead from the private school anyway. He just hangs out with me to keep the dads happy. I’ll tell him we’re not going to be hanging out anymore, and that’ll be it.”
“Sure thing. You keep telling yourself Brock will give up when you’re the one who pushes back. That’s not really his personality.” She took a sip of her drink, dropping her eyes to the floor. “And what about your dad?”
My stomach knotted. That was…more difficult. “I don’t know yet. I can deal with him being upset with me, but Nathan’s his best friend. I’m afraid of what finding out about us will do to their relationship.”
“You didn’t think about that before you chased after the CILF?” She rolled her eyes when I looked at her questioningly. “Cop I’d like to fuck…”
I shook my head, biting back a laugh. “I don’t know where you come up with this stuff.” My smile fell, all sense of fun draining away as my mind swirled with the ramifications of destroying Nathan and my dad’s relationship. “I did think about it—I thought about it a lot over the past few months especially, knowing what I wanted to do once I turned eighteen. But being with Nathan took priority in my mind because he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I had to take a chance.”
Gen’s shoulders slumped a bit, her lips curving down at the corners. “Yeah, I totally get that.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d say Gen looked as if she understood more than she was saying. But that wasn’t possible—if she had even the inkling of a crush, she told me immediately. She always had, along with every detail of every sexual exploit she’d gotten into over the years. So whatever was going on with her couldn’t have been like my crush on Nathan. Which reminded me…
“Hey, speaking of my dad, I’m so sorry you got stuck with him yesterday.”
She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat as she took a sip from her coffee. Shrugging, she said, “It was no big deal. We had a great talk.”
I snorted. “A great talk? With my dad?”
“Yeah. I mean—” Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by the chiming of the alarm on her phone. “Crap.”
“Time to go?” I asked.
“Yup. Gotta sell the dildos and lube.” She hopped to her feet, and I did the same, both of us reaching for a hug at the same time. I wanted her to stay, for the two of us to talk more, but I couldn’t get in between her and her job. She needed the money a lot more than she needed to hear me sing the praises of Nathan’s tongue.
“I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Yeah. Sure.” She tossed her bag over her shoulder and gave me a wink. “Try to stay vertical today.”
“Sure thing,” I said with a shrug. “Have you seen Nathan’s arms? I’d bet he has no problem with vertical positions.”
“Saucy. I like it.” She headed for the door with a wave and a smile, leaving me alone at the back of the shop. I grabbed our cups and headed to the counter, smiling at the barista as I stacked them on the service tray.
But when I turned back around, that smile dropped.
“You want to tell me what happened to you last night?” Brock stood in my way, looking heated. Angry, almost. A fact that rankled.
“I didn’t feel well, so I went to bed.”
“Please.” He led me away from the counter, back to a more secluded corner. “You were fine before you went into the house. I don’t buy the whole sick excuse.”
Before I went into the house…chasing after Nathan. Not that he knew my reasoning. “You don’t have to buy it. All you have to do is get out of my way.”
“Excuse me?” His eyebrows shot up, as if he’d never been dismissed before. And really, considering who his father was, maybe he hadn’t.
But his father did business with mine, which meant I needed to tread lightly.
“Look, Brock. We both know things weren’t going to work. We haven’t been together in months.”
“That’s on you,” he said, his voice hard. “I’ve been trying to get with you.”
“No, you’ve been trying to get me naked. Being with me and being naked with me are not the same thing.”
“Oh great.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Here we go with the whole prude thing. You know, maybe if you’d part those legs once in a while, you’d be in a better mood.”
Asshole box…checked. Treading lightly flew right out the window. “You know what, we don’t need to get into this. We’re done. We’ve been done. We are not going to be together that way. Ever. So why don’t you just leave me alone?”
I pushed past him, trying my hardest not to do something stupid. Why I had to carry the burden of my dad’s business with this asshole, I had no idea, but I was over it. Nathan would never talk to me the way Brock did. He’d never treat me like I was just someone to get off with. Nathan cared, and right then, he was the one I wanted to see. Not Brock.
But what I wanted and what I got were not always the same thing.
“Hold up, Evie.” Brock grabbed my arm before I could get too far away from him, spinning me around and gripping my biceps to hold me in place. “We’re good together. And our dads like us together.”
“So what?” I broke his hold and took a step back, trying to hide the way my hands were shaking. “We are not together and never really have been. Besides, I want someone else.”
Brock’s face burned red as his eyes pinned me in place. “Are you fucking cheating on me?”
Crap. I shouldn’t have brought up someone else. Nathan and I weren’t ready to tell anyone about us yet. If Brock figured out who was in the kitchen with me and that we both disappeared at the same time, we were in trouble.
I shook my head, trying to figure out an escape path. “No. I just—”
“Who is it?” He herded me back against the wall again, his voice quiet but hard. Dangerous. “Some kid from across the river? Is it that football player you were talking to last year?”
Shit. This was bad. Brock had me tucked into a corner, out of sight of the barista station and at an angle where anyone looking probably thought we were enjoying a little private time. There was no way past him—my only way out was right through him.
“No,” I said, putting my hand on his chest to ward him off. “You’re being an asshole and need to cool down. I’m leaving now.”
“Fuck no, you’re not.” Brock shoved me against the wall. Everything about his closeness felt wrong—he didn’t smell like Nathan, didn’t touch me like Nathan would. He was not who I wanted, but I had no doubt he didn’t care. I pushed against his chest, but he kept coming. Bringing his head down to try to steal a kiss. I turned, refusing him, but he caught the corner of my mouth. Just the feel of his lips so close to mine made me sick.
Using every self-defense skill Nathan had taught me when I was younger, I pushed and blocked, finally managing to get both hands between us. When I had leverage, I shoved, pushing him away. “Stop it, Brock.”
Brock didn’t move much, but he did step back enough to give me an opening to run. I wiped my mouth with my thumb, looking toward my escape just in time to see the door open. To see Nathan walking in, wearing his uniform and looking absolutely delicious. Until he took off his sunglasses.
His eyes were wild, filled with a rage I’d never seen before. And they were directed right at me.
Letting Eve leave last night had been one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I’d d
esperately wanted to keep her locked up in my house and never let her go. Handcuffed to my bed would only be an added bonus. It was as if all the feelings I’d repressed for a year were making up for lost time, overflowing and pouring out of me. Making me crazy when it came to her.
Now that I knew what she smelled like in the crook of her neck, knew the taste of her against my tongue, knew the sounds she made when she came, I was so far gone for that girl there was no turning back.
I was hers, completely.
I glanced at my watch as I left Maxine’s Market. There’d been a string of vandalism recently to some of the shops downtown, and I’d wanted to check in with the owner and make sure things were okay. I had less than an hour until my shift was over, then I had major plans for the next twelve hours that included nothing but a naked Eve.
Knowing I was going to need all the strength I could get for the things I planned to do to her later, I made a detour to Bundt and Grind to grab a quick cup of coffee. As soon as I walked into the place, I scanned the room, a habit ingrained in me for as long as I could remember. It was as busy as I would expect it to be this close to noon. Sam was working today, and I waved as I headed that way when something in the back of the shop caught my eye.
Eve stood frozen, Brock behind her, his arm outstretched toward her, his jaw clenched. She swiped at her mouth as she darted her eyes around, and then she looked my way. As soon as I took in the sheer panic written all over her face, I saw red. That fucker had done something to put that look on her face. I pulled my sunglasses off as I stalked toward them, clenching and unclenching my fists as I went.
“Nathan, it’s not—” Eve started, but my focus right now was on getting this asshole as far away from my girl as possible.
“You,” I said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
“What the hell, man?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Wrapping my fist around the collar to make it tight against his throat, I tugged him toward the front door, Eve trailing behind, repeating my name. I could barely hear her over the blood pounding in my ears, the urge to knock out every one of this little bastard’s teeth thrumming in my veins. I wanted nothing more than to put the look of panic Eve wore on his face instead.