Chapter 37
I t’s after midnight when we make it back to the manor. Parking out on the street, I carry Ever on my back up the long driveway, listening to her tell me about the different species of bats roosting on the property. Her breath on my neck has my skin in a constant pebbled state and I’m counting down the seconds until I can return the favor.
“As long as they stay out of my room,” I mutter.
“You must like bats at least a little bit, enough to get one tattooed on you.”
“I like one bat. She’s the exception.”
Ever chuckles. “You like me, Major?”
“Sometimes,” I answer honestly, making her laugh even harder.
I like her like this. Not the drunk part. The down-to-earth part. She doesn’t give a fuck about her appearance right now. She’s only on my back because I insisted on carrying her while she’s barefoot. I could’ve put her shoes back on but…I didn’t want to. After being separated from her for four hours while I got my tattoo finished, I want her as close to me as possible. Watching her dot on a screen can’t compete with having my arms around her.
It’s too bad she’s not like this all the time. Her clones wouldn’t know what to do if Ever started describing how bats use echolocation to hunt. It’s probably why she’s not like this around them. She does what everyone expects of her, no more, no less.
Although, she surprised the hell out of me back at the club. Ever Munreaux trying to protect me. Me. She still won’t kiss me on the mouth but…
Why won’t she kiss me? Is that for my protection, too?
Since I’ve been leaving my window unlocked this whole time for a quicker escape, we use that one to sneak back into the manor. As soon as we’re both in my room, I grab Ever.
“You are sick, aren’t you?”
“I may not get out much, but I do have some immunity.”
“You won’t kiss me. You said ‘terminally’ when I asked if you were sick before. You’re scared how this is gonna end.”
“I don’t kiss anyone. I was joking. And I’m not scared. I have genuine reservations about starting a dead-end…” She waves a hand in a circle.
“Relationship.” This situationship just got upgraded to a full-blown relationship. She can fight me on that. I’ll be right fucking here. For three whole years.
That hand freezes in a stop motion but she doesn’t dispute that label, only says, “Maybe I just don’t like germs.”
“You Frenched a public restroom mirror. That shit’s gotta be dirtier than my mouth.”
“I doubt that. The university’s custodians are very diligent about keeping the campus spotless.”
She’s back to being a smartass.
“Stop fucking with me and be honest about why you won’t kiss me.”
Ever lifts her hand to my face. I lower myself automatically, shortening the distance for her. Her palm on my cheek, she says, “I’ll kiss you…” And just when I think she’s going to kiss me on the lips, she presses them to my chin in the same spot I kissed hers earlier before whispering, “Anywhere else.”
She trails kisses down my Adam’s apple, between my collarbones, then pushes me backward to sit on the windowsill.
Beneath raised eyebrows, I watch her get to her knees in front of me.
I thumb her bottom lip, rubbing the tip over the ridges of her teeth.
She bites my thumb, then sucks it, making my cock double in size…whatever size that may be. I should’ve never said four inches. I know it’s not four inches when I’m hard. I can’t even say it is when it’s limp because it’s never just one length. That motherfucker changes size all throughout the day. It’d be like measuring the temperature over a twenty-four-hour period. It’s down, it’s up, a storm rolls in and it goes into hiding. Who knows. Dicks are weird. Ever’s pussy handles mine just fine, which is all that matters.
If this goes the way I think it is, we’re about to find out if her mouth does, too.
“You can’t distract me forever, little bat.”
“I know.” She starts undoing my pants, my cock already straining to get out. “We don’t have forever.”
No, we don’t. Technically, no one does. It’s up to each individual what they do with the limited time they have. This is the first choice I’ve made in years that feels right.
I tried hating Ever. I really fucking tried. It almost stuck…until she wasn’t around to hate, then it turned into something else, something just as strong and overwhelming. I don’t want to waste another minute denying what I feel for her, not even to myself. We only have three years together. I want to make every second count.
My cock free, Ever grips me just above my balls, making a groan tear from my throat. Jesus, this isn’t gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long. Not with Ever smirking up at me like the beautiful little creep she is.
One look from this girl is all it took for me to be addicted.
“This is my first time.”
“First time…”
“Giving head.”
It is? I would’ve thought she was a pro by now. I mean, I’m glad she’s not. My cock’s gonna be the first one to be on her tongue.
Somehow that has my cock swelling even more.
“Kiss my cock until it spits at you.”
“Okay… But I have to warn you, I spit back.”
A chuckle rumbles around my chest. I bet she fucking does.
Her tongue flat against her chin, she licks up my cock before swirling it around my dick head.
“Look at me.”
Ever obeys, keeping her eyes on mine as she swipes her tongue over the precum on my tip. She kisses the small hole that’s soon to be a fucking geyser, coating her lips with the sticky fluid. She’s never looked more ruined. Or beautiful. Goddamn.
I tangle my hands in her midnight hair to slowly guide her down my shaft, and oh, fuck, it fits. It fits enough . Her small fist has to work the portion her mouth doesn’t reach, but the dual stimulation feels fucking amazing. She bobs up and down on my cock, slurping and stroking at the same time. It’s not long until I feel tension gather in my balls.
“Just…like…that.”
I groan and she moans and yep, I’m done. Honestly, I lasted longer than I thought I would.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her but she doesn’t pop off like a first timer. She sucks every drop from me, draining my balls, then releases my cock to look up at me, her chin raised. Before she can even try spitting that shit at me, I cover her mouth with one hand and work my load down her throat with the other.
“Asshole,” she says once I release her to tuck myself back in my pants.
“You want to give me a cum facial, you’ll have to sit on my face again.” She didn’t do it properly last time. Or I didn’t. I’m still a little lost about what happened that first time.
I’m still fucking embarrassed about what happened that first time. Damn it, I couldn’t get her there.
“Did I do okay?”
“Better than okay.”
Ever bites her bottom lip to hide her smile. I can’t believe that was her first time sucking cock. She talked a big game the day we met. She called me a cum fountain.
At least now I know she’s never been one.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“There’s no mess.” Finally letting that smile loose, she motions at her face with a flourish, like someone on a game show presenting the grand prize.
It makes my lips mimic hers.
“No, but you still have another man on you.”
I catch her little sigh as she gets up from the floor.
“I do not.”
Apparently, I’m not making myself clear.
Leaning forward, I throw her over my shoulder, then stand, heading for my bathroom.
“We’re gonna get a shower and I’m going to wash him off you.”
“Can’t I just change? He only touched my clothes.”
I wish that were true but his mouth all over her fucking neck like a leech is seared into my brain. Since I can’t unsee it, I’ll have to settle for scrubbing his saliva off Ever’s skin.
“No.”
After I turn on the water, I set her down and spin her around to unzip the back of her dress, sliding the thick material down. Next, I pull her long-sleeve shirt over her head. She’s only in her bra and panties for a minute thanks to my quick work, then bare before me, and I just can’t help myself. I look. I look at every. Naked. Inch. I’d take three minutes with Ever Munreaux but my underserving ass somehow gets her for three years.
Ignoring the invisible timer above our heads, I kiss one shoulder, closing my eyes as I savor the moment.
Mine.
“I thought you were getting in, too?”
“I am,” I tell her with a gruff tone.
She attempts to undress me but is way too short to even get my shirt past my chin, so holding back laughter, I help her out, pulling it off and adding it to the growing pile on the floor. I do my socks and shoes myself but let her take my pants down before kicking them the rest of the way off.
I carefully remove the bandage from my forearm. Thankfully, she’s been wearing her purple bracelet ever since I gave it back to her. If not, I would’ve had to go after her right away. Being able to track her every move allowed me to sit back and finish the tat. It worked out because even though I’d been considering getting the bat, I wouldn’t have had the courage to with her watching.
Ever’s gaze sweeps down my front, her thoughts a complete mystery.
“What?” I ask when the suspense becomes unbearable.
“It’s just… You…”
What about me? Does she like what she sees? Does she not?
Her azure eyes pierce mine. “I’ve been to the Met, the Louvre, the Tate, the Vatican.”
I nod slowly like I know what those are. I’ve heard of one hosting a fashion show and one sounds kind of like a church…maybe. But the other two? Not a damn clue.
“I’ve seen a lot of art from all over the world. Rare pieces. Historic masterpieces. Entire collections too valuable to be viewed by the public. I’ve also made a lot of art. None of it, not one single piece, compares to…” She waves a hand down my body. “You.”
Hearing shit like that might make me do something stupid, like fall in love with my protectee.
I grab her face between my palms and consider doing it—kissing her. So what if she does have something contagious? I’d risk it. I’d risk everything for her.
I already am. I was all talk earlier. I know there will be consequences if Arthur finds out about us, but fear alone isn’t strong enough to stop a moving train and apparently neither am I because I can’t stop this need to protect Ever, to be around Ever. I want her safe. I want her happy. But most of all, I want her to be both with me .
The only reason I don’t say “fuck it” and seal my lips to hers is because she hasn’t given me permission to.
“Are you still drunk?”
She tries shaking her head. “I think I’m high though.”
I inspect her pupils. They appear normal.
“What did you take?”
“Nothing. I told you before I don’t do drugs.”
“Did he slip you something?” That motherfucker. I should’ve thrown him in the river.
Ever’s eyes fall to my lips.
Kiss me, Ever. Kiss me until the world goes dark.
She doesn’t. Instead, she whispers, “You drugged me.”
“I didn’t—”
“You’re doing it right now.”
Backing up into the shower before I tell Ever what she’s doing to me, I pull her in with me, the warm spray hitting us both at the same time.
My forehead grazing hers, I glance down between us, my breath heavy from the exertion it takes to hold back.
Billows of steam rise from below as rivulets of water stream down our bodies.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit quietly. It’s one thing to picture yourself in the shower with someone else—dozens of times—but it’s a whole different thing to be in here, looking at body parts you’ve never washed before. Tits seem easy enough. But her pussy… How the fuck do I clean that?
“This was your idea.”
“I know.” I pull my attention off those parts. “But I’m learning, remember? I just need your help until I get the hang of it.”
“How many showers are you planning on taking with me?”
“All of them.”
She laughs and turns her head out of my grasp to grab the soap.
I snatch the bar from her hold to clean my knuckles.
“This isn’t like your soap.”
When I was in her bathroom, I checked out the products she uses. Too expensive for me to ever afford, I opened them to see what the big deal was. The scent is the big deal. Ever’s body wash smells exactly like honeycomb, to the point I almost fucking licked it.
“Okay.”
“And my shampoo isn’t as nice as yours.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not gonna smell like you.”
“Will I smell like you?”
“What do I smell like?”
“The ocean.”
I do? I never knew that. No one’s ever said anything. It’s probably from the proximity of my parents’ house to the beach.
“And cedar.”
That’d be my soap.
“Then yeah, you’re probably gonna smell like me.”
Her lips stretching wide make mine do the same. Miss prim and proper isn’t repulsed by the idea of smelling like me—the help?
“Tell me where to start.”
“Well, what do you want to wash?”
“Everything.”
“It’s just like washing yourself. Start at my neck and work your way down.”
“Not your face?”
“Where’s your face wash?”
“I don’t have any.”
Her eyes narrow. “What do you wash your face with?”
“This.” I hold up the bar.
“Of course you do.”
“You want me to go get your stuff?” I don’t want to leave this shower right now…but I will if she asks.
Thankfully, she shakes her head. “It’s fine.”
She leans back, soaking her hair and face, making her mascara run down her cheeks. Those sea-glass eyes peek up at me hesitantly before she wipes under them. She washes her hair while I watch, noticing it’s similar to how Chloe worked with her hair—roots to ends. All I have are roots basically, so this is new. This is…
I want to be doing this. I don’t like having her this close, this vulnerable, and not be touching her the entire time.
Using one hand, I cup the back of her head to help her rinse. She instantly relaxes into my hold, trusting me in a way no one ever has. Once the shampoo’s out, I awkwardly lather up the other hand, then replace the bar on the built-in shelf to carefully spread the bubbles over Ever’s face using my fingertips.
Hopefully the water is dowsing the sweat I feel accumulating all over my body. I do want to shower with Ever from now on. Not only shower with her but wash her, too. I like taking care of her. All of her. If I fuck up on my first time, she might not let me try again.
It’s not like I can watch a tutorial on this kind of thing.
I wouldn’t anyway. I want to know how to take care of my woman, not other women.
I guide her head back under the spray, quickly rinsing her face, then retrieve the soap to start on the rest of her. More area to cover, I keep the bar in my palm as I do small circular motions over her throat and chest, making sure to pay extra special attention to those small perky tits. Her chest begins rising rapidly under my touch, testing my restraint to its limits.
My own breathing jagged, I move down to her stomach, then hips.
I’m just above her clit when she rasps, “Drop the soap and just use your fingers.”
Never have I listened quicker. The soap hits the shower floor the next instant, causing a series of thuds.
I go right for her pussy like I usually would but her own hand joins, her fingers between mine.
“Let me show you.”
She guides my slightly soapy hand down her pussy, gently pushing my ring finger and index finger to slide along the outside of her folds, my middle finger gliding over her clit.
I groan from the feeling. She’s so slick and so wet. I’m already getting hard again.
“ Don’t ,” Ever warns when I hover there. “The soap will sting.”
I learned that much while reading about douches. All those damn sensitive levels.
“I wasn’t gonna.” But I was thinking about it.
I collect the soap, staying bent over to wash Ever’s toned legs, then I stand and have her spin to do her back, too.
As I reach her ass crack though, she turns and says, “I can do the rest.”
I wondered if she was gonna give me any trouble here. As disappointed as I am that she is—have I not proven how fucking devoted I am to her?—it also shows she’s never let anyone else do this before.
I’m her first for something else.
“Turn around,” is all I say.
“Crue…”
“I ate that ass, Ever. I can fucking wash it. Turn around.”
I wait for her to give me her backside again, taking a moment to admire those plump globes on display.
“What are you doing?” she asks over her shoulder, water running off her lips.
God, I want to kiss them right now.
“You’re a fan of masterpieces, aren’t you? Let me admire this one.”
Her lips spread before she faces forward.
After I’ve had my fill, I clean her ass like I do mine. She squirms at first but eventually stills, allowing me to move on to the backs of her legs and feet.
She better get used to it. Now that I know how to wash all of her, there’s no fucking way I’m not doing it every chance I get.
Once she’s rinsed and the water running off her is clear, I tell her, “Put your hands on the wall.”
“You got everything.”
I washed everything.
“Put your fucking hands…on the wall.”
As I wash myself, I watch her prop her hands on the wall above her head one at a time.
I shelve the soap and say next to her ear, “Spread your legs.”
She obeys with a moan.
She’s clean, she’s compliant, and she’s all mine.
All rinsed, I start marking her. I kiss everywhere on Ever’s body, from her shoulder blades down to her calves, even that ass she was just acting stingy about. Each time I pull away from one kiss, I say, “Mine,” before immediately going into the next, so she knows who all this belongs to now. A lot of people have done things to this body—kissed it, fucked it, thrown it, abused it. Nobody’s taken care of it.
Until me.
If taking care of Ever Munreaux’s the last thing I do, I’ll die happier than I’ve lived.
Ever’s pedaling her feet out, like she can’t stay still anymore, the move making her ass cheeks bounce.
“Turn around,” I rasp.
She does so fast she’s a whirl of motion, then she’s trying to grip my neck, but I’m quick to catch her wrists, pinning them above her head as I back her up into the wall.
“Keep them there.”
“Crue,” she whines, a fucking mess. A beautiful fucking mess.
My beautiful fucking mess.
“Keep them there until I say.”
I step back to do some more admiring.
“Farther,” I tell her with a nudge to one of her feet.
Ever spreads her feet apart until she looks like a sexy-ass capital A.
Chest heaving, she whimpers, almost undoing me. Almost…because I’m only halfway finished marking her tight little body and nothing’s gonna derail me.
Some of my kisses are short. Others linger. Some of them have tongue. Others have teeth.
When I reach her pussy, I sink to my knees to spread her lips, spearing my tongue inside and kissing there, too. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.
I eat her out until she comes, her hands clutching my head, her nails digging into my scalp.
“You didn’t listen,” I say when I’m done.
Out of breath, she gasps, “Do I ever?”
“If you want me to keep tongue-fucking you like that, you better start.”
All she does is smirk. She knows I still would. I’m a glutton for Ever. No amount of her is enough.
After turning off the water, I dry her off first, then myself before carrying her into my bedroom.
“Can I borrow some clothes?”
I swear she’s just trying to rile me up now.
“Not right now.”
“When?”
“In the morning. After we get up.”
“What if I don’t want to sleep in here?” Her grin says she more than wants to but I’ll play along.
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
I toss her into the middle of the bed, making her giggle. With a shake of my head, I climb on after her, pinning her body down with mine.
“I ruined you,” she states simply.
“Yeah.”
“I inspired your tattoo.”
I settle myself on top of her, rubbing my dick side to side along her wet center. “Yeah.”
“You belong to me.” Her legs wrap around me, her ankles interlocking behind my back.
“Yeah,” I say with the same certainty as the first two times.
“Make me belong to you.”
“I thought I just did.” I half-laugh, but she doesn’t. She just stares up at me for a long time before slowly shaking her own head.
“What’d you have in mind, little bat?”
“Make love to me.”
I’ve never made love to anyone. At least not intentionally. I don’t even think I understand what making love is. Just slow sex? I can do that.
I have to admit though, slow sex is pretty tame compared to what I assumed she’d say.
“That’s it? No blood exchange?” I ask her, just to be sure.
Biting her bottom lip to keep a laugh in, Ever lifts her hips, teasing my tip.
Slow. Slow . She wants slow. I have to go slow.
It’s hard once I sink into that pussy though. All I want to do is jackhammer into her so hard I leave an imprint of my dick head on her cervix.
“As you wish,” I tell her like I’m her personal genie, not her personal protection agent.
I slide into her until I’m fully buried, then drop my forehead to hers.
“Ahhh,” she says more than sighs.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good hugging my cock. You take me so fucking well. You…” What am I supposed to say here? Lovey shit? I’m not good with lovey shit?
I guess I could go with the truth.
As I begin rocking in and out of her, I say, “I think about this all the time. I think about you all the time.”
“What do you think about?”
“Touching you. Kissing you. Fucking you. Sharing a bed with you.”
The smallest change happens. Ever’s body kinda locks up, enough for me to notice. It’s only momentary, then she’s back to normal.
I lift my head to check her expression. She’s dopey, but according to her that’s the effect I have on her.
I still don’t see how that’s possible. Ever’s the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on. She’s richer than anyone I’ve met. And in a few years, she’ll be more powerful than I can fathom.
Meanwhile I’m just me—a scarred-up, broke-ass nobody. In three years, I’ll still be a scarred-up nobody, just a lot less broke.
But I won’t have Ever anymore.
My speed picks up slightly. I can’t help it. Because we do have an end date, there will always be an urgency between us.
“I want you in here, with me, every night. I want to fall asleep looking at you and know that when I open my eyes, you’re the first thing I’ll see. You’re my favorite thing to look at. You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re perfect. And I’m—”
Shit. What was that? What was I about to say?
“About to blow,” I lie because I don’t know how else to finish that sentence without making an already complex situation more complicated. “We need to change positions.”
I roll us so she’s on top, keeping her legs stretched out alongside mine instead of bent. I don’t let her sit up either.
“Grind on me.”
“It’s kind of hard like this—”
Each hand on an ass cheek, I get my fingers all up in her crack before pulling those cheeks both apart and down, making her gasp.
“Goddess, Crue.”
Simultaneously pulling her down onto my cock, I circle my hips, thrusting up at the top of each rotation. My cock’s gonna be waterlogged after this ’cause that motherfucker’s not getting any air like this.
Sweat’s already gathering between our stomachs, making all kinds of strange sounds that must have Ever feeling self-conscious because she freezes again.
I keep moving from below, assuring her, “I don’t care. Make me so messy—”
“You need another shower?” she jokes.
“Make me so messy I’m as covered in you as you are of me.”
My possessive little bat’s eyes flare. Fuck, her domination over me is something to revere. I can’t explain it. She just…owns me.
“As you wish,” she says, sounding more like a genie than I did. Instead of having her for three wishes, I only have her for three years though. As comforting as that should be, it’s not. Wishes can be finagled. Time can’t.
Her elbows by my head, Ever grasps the top of my head with one hand, then makes her own circular motions with her hips, throwing her pussy and my cock into a risky dance with each other.
Now I’m about to blow.
“Ever,” I half-groan, half-warn. I’ve never felt anything this amazing.
Her movements make her lips brush my nose, her chin nudging mine. Each time it happens I kiss that chin, until eventually I’m straight making out with it. I kiss it while replaying the way she kissed that mirror, pretending it’s my mouth just like I did then.
Ever’s moans pick up speed and volume. This isn’t as slow as she probably wanted, but I’m trying.
I want her. I need her.
So I tell her. “I want you. I need you.”
“I want you . I need you ,” she echoes back, spurring me on.
Biting her chin to keep her in place, I put my feet flat on the mattress, then thrust up as hard as I can. Even completely bottomed out inside her pussy, it’s not enough. It’ll never be fucking enough. I want to put more of me in her. I want all of me in her. I want to fill every part of her with me.
I prod her asshole with a slippery finger, begging she trusts me enough to let me right in.
Finding the muscles around it lax, I push past the tight barrier.
Fuck. Yes.
“I’m… I’m gonna… Imma…”
She throws her head back, forcing me to release her chin. I lick the column of her throat, tasting salt all along it.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me. Come on—” My voice gives out as I surge into her, savagely rubbing my base against her cunt.
I continue finger-fucking her ass as she bucks on top of me, flames licking at my own taint. I’m going to explode .
“Ever?” I grit.
She doesn’t respond more than a hum in her throat.
“You better fucking come soon and hard, all over my cock.”
“I’m try… I’m about…”
“Tell me what I gotta do.”
We’re not doing a repeat of that faking-it shit. I will do whatever I have to to make her come.
“Look at me.”
She rolls her head forward to gaze down at me, her eyes fucking dazed. Goddamn, I do get her high.
Cum gushes out of my cock, but I don’t react and let her know it. She’ll stop and that’s not happening until she comes, too. My erection begins to soften but she doesn’t need that to get off. She needs…something.
“Tell me what I gotta do.”
“I need you here with me.”
“I’m here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“Always?”
I hold back for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Always.” Whatever she needs to hear. Whatever she needs to believe.
She leans down, opening up her asshole to me even more and allowing me to get my second knuckle in.
“This is mine. That’s mine. You’re mine,” I chant to her as I work different spots of her body all at once. “You’re mine. You’re. Mine.”
Her pussy squeezes my semi as she convulses, making me wish I had the power to decide when to come. I’d come with her in this moment, then again in a few minutes after getting another orgasm out of her.
It’s pretty fucking special to get to witness her climax though, knowing my cock—even at only half-mast—my finger, and my words make her feel that good, enough to soak us both.
I let her ride out the spasms, then the aftershocks, before lowering myself to the mattress. Almost instantly, she collapses on top of me, our heartbeats identically erratic. There’s so much moisture between us, it feels like we’re back in the shower.
I wanted a mess. I got a fucking mess.
And I couldn’t be happier about it.
I kiss the top of her head.
“You’re mine, Ever Munreaux.”
So soft I wouldn’t hear it if it wasn’t dead silent in here, she whispers, “I know.”