Eventually, dinner was ready. Eva had made some sort of spicy cheeseburger with chipotle ketchup, and homemade onion rings. We sat out at the small table on my back patio and devoured the food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I bit into the burger.
“Holy shit, this burger is amazing.” I stared at her. “How the hell did you do that?”
She grinned. “I know. It’s a secret, though. Some things, you have to keep to yourself.”
“It’s like you made a deal with the devil,” I marveled.
“Nothing like that,” she laughed. “Just a technique I learned for cooking the burger. And the spice mix helps, too.”
The food and the beer ended up loosening my tongue in spite of myself, and pretty soon we were conversing more easily. I had to admit, when I wasn’t uncomfortably aware of how fucking sexy she was, or pissed off about my physical therapy, it was really easy to be around Eva. She had a dry sense of humor that made me laugh unexpectedly at little things, and we seemed to just have a similar view of how fucked up and twisted the world could be.
As much as I hated to acknowledge it, having her there to talk to made me feel better.
“Trig,” she said sometime into my third beer and her second. “I want to talk to you about something.”
I groaned. “Here we go. Look, we’re having such a nice time. Can’t we just leave it at that?”
She shook her head. “I promise I won’t dwell on it. But I do want to say something to you. And I want you to promise you’ll listen to me and not argue.”
“No promises, babe.” She reddened slightly at the term, which had just slipped out. “Okay,” I admitted. “I’ll try. But no guarantees.”
“Good.” She turned her chair toward me slightly and looked me directly in the eyes. “I know you’re afraid that the therapy isn’t working, and that you’re not going to recover as well as you want to.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she stopped me. “Nope, remember I said, no interrupting me.”
I scowled but shut my mouth.
“Thank you.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I also know you think I’m lying to you to spare your feelings. Don’t deny it — I can see it on your face whenever I tell you you’re going to get better.
“But Trig, I am not the kind of therapist who would give you false hope. Ask any of my past patients. If I tell you you’re going to recover, I believe it.” Her tone grew softer. “And I’m also not the kind of friend who would lie to you.”
She leaned forward in her chair, her tone beseeching. “So please. Please have faith in yourself, Trig. And please have faith in me. We can get through this together, if you do. We can get you back on that bike. I know we can.”
She was close enough that all I would have to do was lean toward her, and our lips would be touching. She was close enough that I could hear her breathing speed up slightly.
Which meant I knew she could hear mine, too.
Something subtle but powerful shifted in the air between us as I moved forward in my seat. I reached up to her face and slowly grazed my thumb along her lips. She shivered but didn’t pull away.
In a low voice that was thick with need, I murmured: “Is there a ‘we,’ Eva? Is there really?”
She trembled slightly. Color rose to her cheeks as she answered me in a soft voice.
“I think there might be.”
The kiss started out gentle, or as gentle as I could be, when I wanted her so damn bad I felt like I was going to fucking explode.
I cupped my hand behind her head and tilted it back. Her lips parted naturally, accepting my tongue as I started to devour her mouth. I was instantly hard as a damn rock, and unlike the last time, I wasn’t about to try to hold myself back this time unless she stopped me.
I stood, wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulling her up with me, then leaned her backward against the table. My cock pressed against her through her jeans. Her soft moan and the way she angled her hips to press harder against me told me everything I needed to know.
“I’d pick you up and carry you into my bedroom,” I murmured against her ear, “but if I drop you with this bum leg, I’m afraid I’ll ruin the moment.”
She laughed breathily and pulled back to look at me. Her pupils were enormous, wide and dark with desire.
“Take me there,” she whispered.
“If you’re not ready for this…” I started.
“Shhh…” she stopped me. “I’ve been ready for this for a long time.”
I took her hand and led her through the screen door into the house, and down the short hallway to my bedroom. No more words passed between us. As soon as we crossed the threshold, I pushed her up against the wall next to the doorway.
Locking eyes with her, I pushed her tank top up and watched her lift her arms so I could pull it over her shoulders. She reached up to the clasp on her black lace bra, her hands trembling.
“No,” I murmured. “Let me.”
Talk about being ready for this for a long time. I’d dreamed about removing Eva Van Buren’s bra since high school. My eighteen year-old self did a whoop of excitement in my brain, and I almost laughed. No matter how many women I’d fucked, no matter how many countless times I’d slipped quietly out of the apartment of a chick whose name I had already forgotten, Eva was the only one I had ever dreamed about. It was always her. No matter what I told myself, she was the only one who had ever mattered.
I raised my hand and cupped her chin, watching as she leaned toward my touch, her eyes half-closing. “Eva. Christ. You’re fucking beautiful,” I growled. “I could look at you like this all night.”
A low, throaty laugh bubbled from her. “Does that mean I’m not gonna get lucky?”
“Hardly.”
My hand left her face and I traced a finger softly down her neck to the swell of her breasts. She gasped softly as I lightly caressed the round orbs through the fabric, grazing her already-taut nipple with my thumb.
Her lips parted as she fixed her eyes on mine. I read the story of her desire in them as I touched her silently. Her breathing began to grow shallower, inhaling sharply as I softly pinched the pink bud. She arched her back in pleasure. “Caleb…”
My old name escaped her lips like a memory rising inevitably back to the surface.
“Jesus. Eva…” My throat tightened. It was almost overwhelming, being there with her. I wanted to throw her onto the bed right then and there, but I had waited too long for this.
I needed to make it last.
Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and pulled it away from her, watching the glorious orbs spring free. Her skin was as creamy as I had imagined it, the pink buds taut and calling out to be touched.
My mouth began to water as I took them in my hands, teasing the nipples with my thumbs as I bent to kiss her again. My cock was throbbing now, so hard I half-expected it to rip through my jeans. Eva was moaning softly, clutching at my T-shirt to pull me closer to her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth completely given to me without reservation. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was wet for me, and I couldn’t wait to taste her, to hear what she sounded like when I made her come with my tongue.
Shuddering, pulled my mouth from hers and took a step back to get a better look at her. “Take off your jeans,” I growled as I pulled my own T-shirt over my head. “I want to watch you.”
Suddenly shy, her skin flushed a rosy pink, but she met my gaze and did as she was told.
She slowly licked her lips, pulling the lower one between her teeth, and ran her hands up over her breasts, cupping them for a moment as I watched her. Sliding them down her waist, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans, then pushed them down over her hips, stepping out of them. For a few seconds she stood in front of me in just her lacy black panties, then ran a finger under the waistband and pulled those down as well. They dropped to the floor, and there she was, naked for my pleasure and mine alone.
I reached down and undid my jeans, pushing them down an
d kicking them aside. My cock sprang free, pulsing visibly. I didn’t want anything between us any more. It needed to just be us, our bodies, coming together.
Eva drew in a sharp breath as she looked at me standing before her. Her lips parted as she stared at my throbbing erection. “Caleb. Trig. God, please…” Her eyes begged me where words failed her, and I held out a hand. She reached for it, and I pulled her toward the bed.
She lay down, and I moved over her, pressing her legs apart so that I was kneeling between them. Bending a knee to brace myself, I lay lightly on top of her so as not to crush her, my cock barely brushing against her hot sex. She gasped and angled her hips toward it, arching her neck in a silent plea.
I leaned down and crushed her mouth against mine, our tongues dancing hungrily as electric current seemed to pass between us everywhere we were touching. I had never felt anything like it. I groaned loudly, my cock so close to sinking deep into her waiting channel, but I fought against it.
There was nothing I wanted more in the world, but first, I needed to make Eva come.
As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she was gasping. Her eyes were that dark, unfathomable blue that haunted my fantasies. I moved downward, my mouth closing over one nipple, and began to lick and lave at it.
A soft mewling sound came from her throat, her hands clutching at my back and hair. As I teased her, her thighs parted, and she thrust her hips up in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between her legs. I wanted to drive her crazy, have her out of her mind with need when I finally arrived there. My mouth moved to her other breast, sucking and flicking as she whimpered and strained toward me.
I was half-delirious with need myself, my cock threatening to explode just from this. I ached to reach down and finish myself with a few swift strokes. I knew that was all it would take.
Reaching down, I moved my hand between her legs, sliding one finger between her soaking folds. Eva cried out again and grabbed my arm, thrusting against my palm. “Make me come, Caleb. Oh, God…” she begged. My mouth was still on her nipple as I grazed my thumb lightly against her clit. Her loud moan was so instantaneous I knew she would fly over the edge if I kept touching her there, so I drew back and began to kiss and lick a trail down her stomach.
Her legs parted even wider as she realized where I was going, head lolling sideways against the pillow as she moaned and writhed impatiently.
My mouth was inches away from her pussy now, and I paused for a moment in anticipation.
“Eva, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous…” I breathed. I looked up and saw her gazing back down at me with unconcealed need.
“I’m going to make you come with my tongue, Eva. I’m going to lick this gorgeous pussy of yours until you scream my name.” Her thighs spread and tensed as she waited for the first stroke. Flattening my tongue, I moved forward and took one long, languorous lap at her lips and clit. She cried out at my touch and thrust her hips toward me. I teased her, as slow and as soft as I could make it, and chuckled low in my throat as she mewled and thrust toward my mouth.
Eva began to plead in short, incoherent gasps: “Please, oh, God, Trig, please, let me come!” I plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy, reveling in her juices and loving the way she begged me for more. I inserted one finger inside her and continued my assault on her clit, sucking it softly between my lips and caressing it with my tongue. It hardened like a marble and her thighs tensed suddenly.
With a final flick, I lapped at her needy nub, and she exploded, screaming my name as she writhed and bucked against my tongue.
I was beyond the point of trying to control myself any longer, and I sat up quickly, kneeling between her legs. She was still shuddering as I slid the tip of my cock along the soaking entrance to her channel. I was on the verge of thrusting into her when I remembered the condom, and I quickly leaned over and grabbed one from the nightstand.
Sliding it over my shaft, I moved back into position. By now, Eva had opened her eyes again and was staring at me with lust. “Fuck me, Trig,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with desire.
There was no way for me to do this slowly. I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside of her. She gripped at the sheets and threw her head back, crying out loudly. I pulled out and thrust again. And again. The ache in my balls told me I wouldn’t last long, and I could already feel myself getting larger inside her. I began to speed up, and her body matched my rhythm, urging me on.
“Oh, God,” Eva moaned. “I’m going to come again…”
“Come with me, baby. I fucking need it. I need you to come with me.”
I thrust harder and faster, taking us higher with every beat, and soon I felt Eva convulse around me. Light splintered around me as I pushed into her one final time and shot myself deep inside her, her pussy milking me completely as she called out my name.
I fell sideways on the bed, taking her with me so that I would stay inside her as long as possible. She flung one leg over me and pushed her hips toward mine, clearly wanting the same.
I held her fast as she clung to me, both of us gasping and waiting for our breathing to come back to something like normalcy.
“Oh, my God,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t mind saying that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
I chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. “You and me both.”
“I guess we needed that,” she panted.
“Well, nothing like ten years of foreplay to build up the tension.” I pulled her closer to me and sighed, suddenly exhausted.
A soft laugh escaped her. “I guess you’re right.”
We stayed like that in comfortable, blissed-out silence for a while. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so content. I didn’t want to think about anything else but just this moment. We lay there, not talking, as though through sheer force of will, we could push away the past and the future, and just live in an eternal present.
Unfortunately, sometimes the most mundane things interrupt a perfect moment.
“I have to pee,” Eva said.
I groaned. “Way to ruin it, Van Buren.”
I eased away and let her detach herself from me, then watched her perfect ass as she walked toward the bedroom door.
“Down the hall to the right,” I called as I pulled the condom off, knotted it, and threw it into the trash can next to the night stand.
I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see her gorgeous body when she came back into the room. She gave me an impish smile and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Brr, I’m cold. Can we get under the covers?”
I pulled the comforter out from under me and shook it out, then held it up for her so she could crawl in. She scooted up close to me and nestled into the crook of my arm for warmth.
“Mmmm, that’s better,” she cooed.
She was right. It was better.
“You know, I’m gonna have to go soon,” she murmured. “I have to get Zoe from Mrs. Hayes.”
“Yeah, I know.” I didn’t want her to go. That was a first.
“Not right now, though,” she sighed, snuggling closer.
We lay like that for a few minutes, not talking. My mind wandered aimlessly as I basked in the pleasure of just being lazy with her.
“Hey,” I asked, the thought suddenly occurring to me. “How’d you know where I live?”
She propped herself up on her elbow and gave me a sly grin.
“I have access to your therapy records, remember?”
“I don’t think that’s strictly legal,” I commented.
“No. It’s not.” She frowned. “And believe me when I say that normally, I would never do that. But desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“What were the desperate times?” I teased. “Trying to talk me back into therapy, or trying to trick me into sleeping with you.”
“The first one,” she grinned. “But hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
A few minutes later, Eva sighed and said she really did have to get going
. I watched her dress, then walked her to the door.
As I kissed her goodbye, there was no talk of what would happen between us the next day, and it was probably better that way. All I knew was, she had convinced me to go back to therapy.
And also, that I couldn’t wait to see her again.
16
Eva
For the next few days, I did my best to not let my brain overanalyze whatever it was that was happening between Trig and me.
Since that first night of mind-blowing sex, we’d managed to make seeing each other outside of therapy a daily occurrence, even if sometimes it was only for a few minutes.
I’d even invited him over for dinner again, which thrilled Zoe, and we’d ended up the evening back on the couch trying desperately to be quiet as we made out like teenagers.
I’d gotten through the first few days by telling myself that it was fine for the two of us to just be enjoying each other’s company with no strings attached. He didn’t bring up the future, and neither did I. I told myself it was better that way.
His therapy was going well, and he seemed less worried about his recovery than he had been before. I was happy that he finally seemed to be trusting me not to lie about his prospects.
And the sex. Oh, God. The sex.
A little more than a week after that first night together, though, and my brain started to go into “what does this all mean” mode. I guess I just wasn’t really the “live in the moment” type, and my overactive imagination started turning this thing with Trig over and over, examining it from every angle, until I was just about going crazy.
My bestie Vanessa, nosy as always, had picked up right away on my subtle shift in mood.
“What’s the matter, girl?” she asked me one morning during our coffee break. The two of us were sitting at a cafe table outside the hospital’s bakery/coffee shop. I was working my way through a lemon-poppyseed muffin, and she was picking at a cranberry-almond scone and drinking her usual skinny latte.
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