Chapter 12
Chance
“Are we going to Netflix and chill?” Evie asked as she unlocked her apartment door.
“You planning on taking advantage of me, peaches?” I teased, following her inside.
“Maybe. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” When I started to shut the door, her cheeks lost some of that rosy pink glow. “Let’s leave it open. Just for a little while. I-I like the night air.”
Before I could question it, she shoved me onto the couch and walked to the fridge. “We don’t have any beer, but there’s plenty of Diet Coke. Or I could make coffee. There’s also sweet tea that I brewed yesterday. Spoiler, it’s peach-flavored.”
“Tea, please. I’m suddenly addicted to all things peaches.”
Her cheeks filling with heat again, she grabbed the pitcher of tea from the fridge.
Stretching out, I got lost watching her flutter around the kitchen, pouring two glasses of tea.
When she was close enough to offer me one, I wrapped my hand around her delicate wrist and pulled her onto my lap, careful so I didn’t cause her to spill our drinks.
“Hi,” she breathed, so close, her nose nearly bumped mine.
“Hey, baby.” Brushing her hair over her shoulder, I nuzzled my nose against her ear and down her neck. Evie gasped, the pulse at the base of her throat fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. Goose bumps lifted along her skin, a tiny, helpless whimper leaving her mouth.
It would be so easy to put my hand between her legs, shift her panties aside, and—
Fuck.
Grinding my teeth together, I stopped those thoughts before I got carried away.
Evie wasn’t ready for that. She sat so still in my arms, unsure what to do, how to react to my lips on her skin.
I didn’t want her to be nervous our first time together.
And if she wasn’t already, she would be as soon as she saw my cock.
It was torture to pull back, but I only gave myself a tiny taste of her neck before I took one of the glasses from her hand and drained the contents.
Surprised at how much I enjoyed the tea, I exchanged my empty glass for hers, savoring it this time.
“Damn, peaches. This is the best tea I’ve ever had. ”
Skeptically, she lifted a brow at me. “Really?”
“I’m not much of a tea drinker.” I swallowed the last of the second glass, enjoying the tangy-sweet flavor on my tongue. “I’m a simple man. Cold beer. Hot coffee. Water to keep people from bitching at me to stay hydrated at work. Tea isn’t something I go looking for, sweetheart.”
“It’s just something I’ve been experimenting with, trying new recipes to see what I like.
Last week, I made a peach lemonade that was so sour I thought Evy’s face was going to freeze in a pucker.
” She shifted so she could place both empty glasses on the coffee table.
That was as far as I could let her get before I was tugging her back, arranging her on my lap so my cock wasn’t drilling into her hip and I didn’t cripple myself.
Evie settled into me like she’d been doing it her entire life, her hand going to my chest, tracing her finger over the Enforcer patch on my cut.
Her eyes took on a glow when she talked about her sister, but I saw something below it, deeper.
A sadness that had the power to choke me.
I wanted to demand she tell me what caused it, what made her hurt even when she was happy.
“Have you always been addicted to everything peach?”
“I didn’t even know I liked peaches until a few months ago.
For a while after my dad passed, I didn’t eat much.
” Her finger paused at the end of the patch, her eyes going unfocused for a moment.
I caught her hand and lifted it to my mouth, placing an open kiss on her palm.
Lashes fluttering, she snapped out of the bad memory.
“Fresh peach slices were the first thing I ate when I started feeling like myself again. My obsession kind of spiraled from there. For too many years, I couldn’t be myself, but one taste of that sweet, juicy peach, and it became part of my identity. ”
“I’m sorry about your dad.”
“I’m not.” She snapped her mouth shut, her eyes going to the blank television. “He doesn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy. The world is a better place with him gone.”
Understanding clicked even as what little she was giving me left me with more questions. That sadness in her eyes was full of a loss she didn’t want to allow herself to process. Resentment laced her voice, along with a pain that I wanted to heal.
“Is it a better place for you with him gone, peaches?”
Closing her eyes, she swallowed hard, taking a moment. When she lifted her lashes, she gave me that heartbreaking smile again. “It gave me back my sister. And now I’m here, with you. Free for the first time in my life. So yeah, the world is so much better for me without him in it.”
From the first moment I’d set eyes on her, Evie had become mine. But right then, seeing her grief, her pain, and her relief all mashed together in those exquisite eyes, I knew she owned my heart. I realized how empty my life had been. How lonely I’d been while waiting for her.
The world—my world—narrowed to her. Those eyes.
Her scrunched-up nose. Lips I was already addicted to, giving me that wobbling smile that made a piece of my soul ache.
It didn’t matter that I had no idea why it hurt.
All I knew was that it was her pain, and it was now permanently attached to something deep inside me.
Cupping the back of her head, I kissed her. Not the peck I’d given her earlier to hold me over, but not the ravenous one I craved either. For a few seconds, she sat completely still, not even breathing. Skimming my tongue over her bottom lip, I patiently teased her mouth open.
With a whimper that went straight to my cock, she melted into me, kissing me back. Each brush of her lips against mine was a beautiful hesitation, a reminder of the gifts she was keeping, the precious treasures she’d saved just for me. A pleased growl rumbled through my chest.
Mine.
I lost track of time as Evie let me teach her to kiss, how to taste and tease with her tongue, how to show me what she wanted.
She liked it when my hand was around her throat, not too tight, just a gentle pressure.
Her breath came a touch faster, her eyes begging me for more.
Whenever I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and sucked it between mine a little roughly, her whines nearly undid me.
Breathing heavily, I laid her back on the couch, following her down. Her hands clutched at my neck, my shoulders, tearing at my shirt, her needy mewls driving me crazy. Tossing my cut aside, I pulled my shirt over my head.
“Are you real?” She scratched her nails down my abs, tracing one of my tattoos, then a scar on my left side. “I thought people only looked like this on TV. You’re freaking perfect, Chance.”
“Not even close, baby.” She was still focused on my chest while I found her zipper.
Desperate to get my hands on more of her, I ripped it, and she didn’t even notice, too fascinated with the bar through both nipples.
Tossing the dress over my shoulder, I stared down at her in wonder.
“God, Evie. You’re the perfect one. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. ”
That pretty blush spread down her entire body, flushing her chest and belly.
Her bra was peach-colored, lacy and girlie, making me jealous that it was cupping her tits and all I was doing was sitting there on my knees looking.
Gulping in oxygen that my brain desperately needed, I tried to commit every inch of her to memory.
I’d mussed her hair when I’d taken her dress off.
She bit her lip, her shyness creeping back in, making her innocence glow.
Dropping my gaze to her panties, I nearly swallowed my tongue. They were the same color as her bra. I could see exactly how wet she was, the material glued to her bare lips, outlining her pussy. My mouth watered, already knowing she was going to be the best thing I’d ever tasted.
Hands shaking, I grabbed her ass and pulled her to the edge of the couch, my mouth on her before I’d even gotten her panties completely off.
“Chance!” she screamed, raking her nails through my hair, digging them into my scalp as I licked up all that peach nectar.
I couldn’t go slow, not now. Not when she was dripping for me, not when she was holding me against her, practically riding my face. I couldn’t let her take her time to figure out what she liked. She was going to get what I gave her.
Hungry animal sounds hit my ears, my fingers biting into her flesh as I speared my tongue into her tight snatch.
I barely got inside, even with her already gushing.
I nipped her swollen clit, eliciting another scream.
Gentle wasn’t an option, but as long as I kept my dick in my pants, she would be safe.
There was no way my cock was getting in her yet.
She was too tight. I would rip her apart if I wasn’t careful.
Cursing myself, I sucked on her clit and worked my middle finger into her.
“Ch-Chance,” she whined, her eyes dazed when I looked up at her. I went deeper and she flinched, but she was too far gone to really notice the discomfort. She was blissing out, on my tongue, my fingers.
And the bastard that I was, I couldn’t help myself.
I might not be able to give her my cock yet, but there wasn’t anything—not one goddamn thing—that could have stopped me from taking what was mine.
Feeling her pussy start to flutter, her thighs already shaking from the building orgasm, I dived deeper, claiming what had been made solely for me.
“Yes!” she cried, her hips arching and rolling, lost in her pleasure. “Oh God, Chance. Oh.” I watched her eyes go unfocused, her inner walls spasming around my finger, sucking me deeper, beckoning me to paradise.
I licked her through it, letting her body slowly come down while I cleaned her up with my mouth.
A trace of metallic blended in with the sweetness of her release, and I dipped a little deeper, chasing the taste of her virginity that I’d just taken ownership of.
My balls drew up, tighter than they’d ever been, but I didn’t shoot off in my jeans.
I wasn’t coming until I was inside her, where I belonged, and that would have to wait a little longer.
Sucking the last of her juice off my bottom lip, I finally lifted my head, and she started to curl onto her side, weak from coming so hard.
That was when I realized what I’d let happen.
I’d left the door open, forgotten all about it.
She’d distracted me by asking about drinks, and I’d been so absorbed in her that I didn’t question it, just left it open.
Creswell Springs was a safe town. My MC brothers and I kept the evil from touching the peace we’d created here.
Evie was safer there than she ever would be anywhere else.
It was the thought of someone else seeing her come undone so beautifully that had a red haze falling over my eyes. There was no way the neighbors hadn’t heard her.
Grabbing my shirt, I slipped in on her and left her long enough to shut and lock the door, after checking to make sure no one was creeping around nearby.
Her lashes didn’t even flutter when I crawled behind her. She turned over, her arms and legs wrapping around me as she buried her head against my chest. I grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and covered us, not even bothering to turn off the lights.
If she woke up, I was going to get my mouth on her again, try to stretch her enough that she could take two fingers. But for now, we both needed sleep.
Every breath I took was painful, my cock trapped inside my jeans.
As tired as my body was from work, sleep eluded me because of the pressure in my dick.
Evie fell into a deep sleep, trustingly cuddled against me, mouth slightly open, soft breaths hitting right where my heart was.
For hours, I lay there, holding her, memorizing her every feature, truly content for the first time in my life.