I did feel a little bad. After all, I was actually internally celebrating Olive not being there, and she was one of my Top Five Favorite Humans, no question. But I couldn’t help it. Being alone with Nick was like a drug, and I wasn’t done getting high.
One annoying thing, though… I was totally tongue tied. Nick had me so wrapped up in him that it was tough for me to even think up things to say that might keep the conversation going. Then I remembered what Brandy had told me a while ago—as part of an extensive string of pieces of advice—when I’d been getting ready for a blind date.
Don’t feel pressure to keep the conversation going. Just ask open-ended questions and let him do the talking!
I decided it was a very decent piece of wisdom, and I could just as easily apply it in this situation.
“So, what are your sister-in-law and her husband like? Anything I should know?”
He took a moment to answer. When he did, his tone was thoughtful. “They’re great. They’ve been lifesavers for me and Olive. I’d say…them, a handful of friends, and you. They’re the group who’s gotten us through. Our angels.”
I tried to swallow. I had to clear the gigantic blockage that had spontaneously sprouted in my throat on hearing him refer to me as part of the group that had gotten him, and Olive, through the tough times after his wife’s death.
I hadn’t known him during the immediate aftermath of her passing, but I could imagine how torn up he must’ve been. To think that I was on the short list of top ten people…no, top ten angels…that had gotten him through? I just couldn’t wrap my mind around that.
Finally, I was able to whisper, “Thanks for saying that, Nick.”
He squeezed my hand. It was quick and friendly, but Oh. My. God! The world tilted on its axis. I gave my head a slight shake in an attempt to bring the world back into focus, then took a deep breath and dove back into my original plan. “So, what are they like, though? Are they cool with me coming?”
That seemed to take Nick aback. “Oh…I didn’t even think to tell them. I’m sure it’s no big deal, though. There’s more than enough room.”
Well, crap. If this were the beginning of a movie, that would definitely be the signal that they were going to hate the ever-loving fuck out of me. Um…good thing this isn’t a movie, I guess?
Nick continued, “As far as what they’re like…Lisa is really smart. She’s funny. She’s the more outgoing one between the two of them. Brian is kind of quiet. He’s an accountant, so he’s very straightforward and practical. Lisa’s more…I don’t know…hot-headed, I guess you’d say. Passionate, but, funny, and sarcastic.”
Well, great. So the hot-headed, sarcastic sister of my unrequited love’s late wife was going to be my cabin-mate for the weekend. Okaaaay…that was freaking frightening.
“Wow. I’m wishing you’d told her I was crashing the party after hearing that,” I said, making my voice overly-jokey to hide the fact that I actually meant it.
“Why?” He looked genuinely unconcerned with a lopsided grin. “They’re gonna love you. Who wouldn’t?”
Well, shit. There it was. The big question. Who wouldn’t?
Chapter 21
Nick
“SOUNDS GOOD. SEE you in the morning.”
I hung up the phone and popped the trunk open, taking my time with the suitcases. When I took them into the house, I was going to have to tell Evelyn that Lisa and Brian weren’t arriving until the next morning with Olive. Brian had gotten a flat tire on the way home from work, and by the time they’d gotten it fixed it was too late to get on the road.
So it was just going to be Evelyn and me, alone in the cabin. All night. Holy shit.
I was nowhere close to being able to deliver that news while containing the primal hunger that she inspired in me. God, I didn’t want her to have to start the weekend secretly worried she was stranded in a cabin in the woods with an animal. But, fuck, every time I thought about the sweet whisper of her voice as she quietly gasped my name during orgasm…
God damn. This sweet, hot girl had been thinking about me while she stroked her pussy. And it may not have been the first time, just like it sure as hell wasn’t the last time I’d taken matters into my own hand while I’d thought about her since it happened.
What if she thought of me on a regular basis? What if she laid in her bed, in her dorm, and slid her hand under her panties while she imagined it was me touching her?
Now we were going to be spending the night in this romantic-as-hell cabin. It was making my dick hard just thinking about it.
I was fucked.
Evelyn was in the kitchen, unpacking the groceries we’d brought with us as I rolled our luggage in.
I cleared my throat. “So, Lisa and Brian had some car trouble. They’ll be up here with Olive tomorrow morning.”
Her hand froze midway to the cabinet, the box of cereal she’d been putting away still grasped in it, just hanging there in midair and she asked, a rasp in her voice. “So… it’s just us tonight?”
That’s when I knew for sure that the thought of spending the night alone together affected her just as much as it did me.
I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was going to be with her, to feel her, to touch her, consequences be damned. Before the sun came up, I was going to be inside her.
I knew all the arguments against it. I’d been using them on myself with dogged regularity ever since I’d known her. And I was usually pretty good at dragging myself back from the edge.
But not tonight. The cabin, the night, and her presence—combined, they were more potent and more intoxicating than thirty-year-old aged whiskey. I was drunk on Evelyn. And, just like her on the night we met, people do impulsive things when they’re drunk.
This was mine.
“I’m gonna build a fire,” I said, my voice husky. She nodded and resumed putting away the groceries.
“That’ll be nice,” she said, and her voice was as hoarse as mine.
When the fire was raging full-steam, I called her over. “What do you think?”
She looked into the flames as if mesmerized. “It’s beautiful.”
I watched the light and shadow from the fire play across her face. I whispered back, “You’re beautiful.”
She drew in a sharp breath and looked up at me, eyes widening. The tension in the air was so thick I found it tough to breathe.
I took a step closer, my eyes locked onto her deep brown pools. The firelight played over her olive-colored skin, sparking the gleam in her eyes and creating mysterious shadows over her face. She’d never looked more beautiful than she did right then.
I raised my hand and brushed her hair back from her face. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” I whispered. Her eyes widened in surprise.
“You have?”
“Yes. There were times that you were all I could think about. You’re so fucking beautiful. And sweet. And smart. You’re the kind of girl that is too good to be true…but you are true. How could you not know that? What man wouldn’t want you?”
She cast her gaze downward, obviously embarrassed with the compliments I was paying her. She was a modest girl, always thought of others. I’d noticed that before, because it had surprised me that, as an actress, she didn’t care for having attention focused on her when it was just the three of us. She always deflected, usually back to Olive.
So, of course, right now in this raw and vulnerable moment, she wouldn’t be comfortable with having so much attention laser-focused on her and how amazing she was. This wasn’t a theater, after all. It was the opposite—the most intimate setting imaginable. But I didn’t care—she needed to know how special she was, and I was going to tell her.
Tears sprang into her eyes, sparkling like diamonds. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.”
“Then everyone you’ve ever met is a damn fool,” I growled and grabbed her in my arms, pulling her to me roughly.
She gasped, but did not protest. Her body molded to mine like
it was made of clay, her soft form malleable, changing shape to match itself to the hard planes of my body.
I captured her lips with mine, pushing my tongue into her mouth and moving my lips against hers with frantic need. I could feel our bodies heating up. Her moans came faster, and they were louder and more desperate as the kiss intensified.
My hands roamed over her body and tangled in her silky hair like they had a mind of their own. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. I’d dreamt about this so many times that it was hard to tell if this was real or not. The only thing anchoring me to reality was the solid heat of her flesh under my touch. I wanted—no, needed—to touch her everywhere.
“I need to feel you. I need to touch you. Right now. I need you naked.” My voice was fresh sandpaper as I spat the words out.
“Yes! You too.” Her response was immediate and filled with raw pent-up desire.
I couldn’t help but grin at her quick agreement. And I was happy that what I was feeling wasn’t one-sided. We pulled each other’s clothes off as quickly as we could. Desperately, frantically. With each new inch of flesh that was revealed, I marveled even further over her beauty.
“Fuck,” I breathed, as finally, she stood before me completely naked.
As hungry as I’d been to take her during our kiss, and during our frantic undressing, now that I saw the masterpiece in front of me that was her naked body, I was struck with awe. All I could do was stand and stare, taking it in, trying futilely to absorb the true level of how amazing her body was.
Her long, reddish-brown hair flowed like an amber waterfall over her shoulders and down her back, barely brushing the top of her beautiful ass. Her breasts stood out from her flat belly, beautiful and soft, so feminine, so womanly. They were tipped with dusky, dark nipples that stood out proudly against the smooth skin that surrounded them.
Her hips flared before narrowing down to long, shapely legs and there—between those perfect legs—was the most beautiful part of all. The silky, dark, curly hair looked so feminine and beautiful surrounded by her smooth, tan skin.
She was a goddess.
She reached out and trailed her fingers lightly over the skin on my arms, and down my chest, her gaze intent. “My God,” she breathed.
I knew that the sight of my tats, totally exposed and uncovered, might be overwhelming for a girl like her. She wasn’t part of the community, she wasn’t exposed to ink on a daily basis.
“Do they freak you out?” I rasped.
Her eyes shot to mine, wide with surprise. “No! They’re beautiful. They’re part of you.” Her eyes grazed over my skin again. “They’re perfect.”
Fuck. She was the one who was perfect, and I couldn’t wait one more minute to explore her. “I’m going to touch you now.” My voice was low and commanding.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Please. Please touch me.”
I knew I should start slow. I should spend time running my hands up and down her arms, her belly, her back, and the silky skin of her legs. And I would; there would be time for that. But right now, I couldn’t hold back. I had to get my fingers into that sweet snatch of hair between her legs. I had to touch her wet pussy. I’d been obsessed with it, thinking about it every moment since I’d heard her stroking herself the other night. I had to feel it for myself.
I took the two steps that closed the distance between us with lightning speed. I slid one arm around her waist and pulled her to me, dipping my head and kissing her again with all the pent-up passion of, not only the few moments since I’d kissed her last, but also all the time that these feelings had been growing and I hadn’t done anything about them.
With my free hand, I fulfilled my desire and pushed my fingers between her legs. She groaned and spread them farther apart, a clear invitation to keep going.
Fuck, I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I’d just grazed the silky curls that covered her outer lips, and my fingers were already soaked with juices.
I slid my fingers up and down her wet slit pausing at the top to pay special attention to her pebble-hard clit.
She trembled in my arms. That may’ve been even more of an aphrodisiac than the way her pussy dripped for me. She felt so young, so vulnerable, her soft body wrapped up in my strong embrace.
I slid two fingers inside her, moving them frantically back and forth while I used my thumb to manipulate her swollen clit. Her eyes, which had been closed the entire time I was caressing her wet, sensitive folds, now flew open. She locked her gaze onto mine as small cries of pleasure were torn from her throat.
“That’s right, baby. That’s right. Keep your eyes open. Look into my eyes. I want to be looking into your eyes when I make you come.”
Chapter 22
Evelyn
I COULDN’T BELIEVE this was really happening. After all my fantasies, all my dreams, every time I imagined Nick’s hands running roughly over my body… none of it had ever even come close to how good it actually felt. I’d always thought I had a pretty good imagination—I’d sort of decided to devote my life to it, as a matter of fact—but as it turned out, it wasn’t even close to the real thing.
I’d almost come the second he touched me. The sparks that had raced from my core up my belly had been so overwhelming that I might’ve actually fallen if he hadn’t held me up.
My nipples were so hard, and they were sending even more sparks of pleasure flowing through my body as they rubbed against the wiry hair on Nick’s strong chest.
I didn’t know what I loved more: the feeling of Nick’s fingers playing between my legs, or the feeling of his strong arms holding me against his muscular chest, making me feel tiny… delicate… loved.
My eyes devoured the sight of his body. His rippling muscles, cut abs, and hard pecs – all of them covered in ink. I wished I had two straight weeks to examine every inch of him, drink him in and memorize every inch of his body.
The one thing I didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about was the emotions he was bringing up in me. There was nothing good down that road. I didn’t know what the future held, if it would be pain or pleasure. All I knew was what I had right now – and that was most definitely pleasure. I made up my mind to block everything else out and enjoy it.
No sooner had I made that decision that I found myself exploding all over Nick’s hand.
As much as I wanted to ignore his instructions to keep looking in his eyes as I came, as hard as the urges pounded through me to roll my eyes back in my head or squeeze them shut, I kept looking straight into his eyes.
I cried out. I couldn’t help it.
As the shivering convulsions died down, I leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, “I need you to fuck me. God, I need you inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long, too. I’ve imagined it so many times. I need you.”
My words tore a groan from him, and I didn’t know if I’d ever been as proud of anything in my life.
He swept me up in his arms and carried me over to the couch. He laid me down on the cushions so gently, it almost broke my heart.
I wanted him to push my knees open and drive his hard cock into my cunt right then, right there—immediately. But he had other plans.
He knelt next to the couch and trailed his fingers gently up and down my arms. I felt the electric tingles his touch engendered in me all over my skin. It was like he was painting me with sensation—even after his touch had moved on, the incredible feelings it caused remained.
He moved his fingers next to my legs, drawing his fingertips down the outside and then turning around and pulling them back up on the inside. After his fingertips passed my knees, I spread my legs open farther to give him better access.
He caressed all over my belly, in small, gentle circles and curly cues, driving me almost to the point of madness.
Nick lowered his head to my nipples and took them into his hot mouth.
Another orgasm was building in me. I’d never even known you could get one without being touched between your legs, but there w
as no question what the sensation rising in my belly was—I was about to come.
Another orgasm swept through me, but this time was different. It was more like rolling waves than crashing ones. In a way, it was even more intense. It felt more emotional than physical, if that made any sense. I watched Nick sucking on my breasts as his tongue sent such incredible sensation through my body, and the love that overwhelmed me as I came from his mouth was incredible.
Nick stood and walked quickly to where his pants were lying in a heap on the floor. He bent and took his wallet out of the pocket, then extracted a condom. He made quick work of the wrapper and then rolled in onto his erection.
God, I couldn’t believe this was really about to happen. In just a few seconds’ time, I was going to know what it felt like to have Nick inside of me, stretching me out, fucking me, pounding into me. I was lightheaded with pleasure at just the thought of it—I couldn’t wait to see how the real thing was going to make me feel.
When he got back to me, I spread my legs wide before him, presenting my wet and glistening pussy to him. “Oh, God, please. I can’t wait one second longer. I need you inside me. Fuck me. Please. Now.”
Without a word, he knelt over me on the couch. I reached between our bodies and grasped his steel-hard shaft, moving his cock to the head of my opening. This was really about to happen! All this time, all of this dreaming about him almost every night, getting wet every time he walked into the room, and having to wear thick padded bras whenever I went to his house because I knew my nipples would be painfully hard the entire time he was around were about to culminate in this—he was going to drive his cock into me.
FINALLY!
He looked me full in the face. “You want this? You’re sure?”
I couldn’t even speak. I just nodded emphatically, and the next thing I felt was his massive erection spreading my inner walls as he thrust inside me in a forceful push. My body resisted the intrusion and I cried out. Nick stilled as I adjusted to his size. The heat of his breath fanned my face and his fingers grazed my forehead and ran through my hair as he pressed his lips along my jaw and across my cheeks.
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