Chapter 41 Everett #2
I wonder how much she had to drink since our phone call because Jasmine threw an entire empty bottle of tequila away. And I know it was just her and Jasmine drinking because Ashtyn is pregnant, and she isn’t that stupid.
“What the hell happened?” I command. “I was only gone for five hours.”
She starts soaping up her naked body, and I watch the way her hands caress her breasts, down her waist and around her hips. The suds cascade over her thighs, and my cock hardens at the thought of shoving her to her knees and fucking her mouth until I come all over her face.
“Eve?” I grind out. Between whatever shit Ashtyn is trying to pull and Eve ignoring me, my irritated mood has gone sour quickly.
She finishes rinsing, turns off the water, steps out, and yanks the towel off the hook on the wall.
“Well, we decided to watch a movie, and Ashtyn chose Titanic while sucking on a cherry sucker like it was someone’s dick.
That was my first clue, then she made sure to tell me how much she ‘looooved’ a certain part.
I can only imagine why.” She looks me up and down with disgust. “Surely it had to do with all of your dicks. Which means you lied to me.”
Jesus Christ. I run a hand down my face. “I didn’t lie. The movie meant nothing to me.” She asked me a question, and I answered. Plain and simple.
“What do you call it?” she demands.
“The first time we…” I trail off.
“Fucked her,” Eve growls.
“Yes.” I grind my teeth but continue. “I dropped by Saint’s dad’s house, and the three of them were in the media room, and something was playing on the screen.
” I wasn’t paying much attention to that.
“We…took our turns.” Eve’s eyes narrow on me.
“What do you want me to say?” I ask, throwing my arms out to my sides. “The truth or lie?”
“The truth,” she snaps.
“Then don’t get mad at me for it,” I shout. Eve huffs, and I lower my voice. “She wants to piss you off.” The fact that Jasmine was here proves that.
“No. She wants to fuck Haidyn.”
I snort at that. “That’ll never happen.” Not again anyway.
She turns around, leaning her ass against the counter, and crosses her arms over her wet chest. “Tell me that if given the chance, she wouldn’t fuck him.”
I shake my head. “Haidyn would never—”
“But she would.”
“Why do you care so much?” I wonder. “That’s between Haidyn, his wife, Saint, and his wife.
” Haidyn would never step out on Charlotte.
No matter what Saint would allow Ashtyn to do with another man.
I’m not even sure if Saint would let Ashtyn do it anymore.
He was all for letting us use her when he brought her back from Vegas, but we didn’t want her.
I’ve always cared for Ashtyn, but I’m not the same man I was back in college.
And I still haven’t forgiven her for shooting Saint.
“I don’t trust her.” She huffs. “She blatantly throws herself at him, and I don’t know if Saint sees it or chooses to ignore it, but if Charlotte isn’t going to stick up for herself, I will.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
She shrugs, turning around to give me her back, and starts brushing her wet hair.
I slap her ass so hard she jumps with a yelp. “Explain,” I demand, ripping the brush from her hand and tossing it across the bathroom.
Spinning back around, her wet hair slaps my chest. “It means I threatened to knock her teeth out of her mouth.”
My eyes widen. “Fuck, Eve…”
“She wanted to make a statement.” She shrugs again. “So I made one of my own.”
I place my hands on either side of her face. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
She lifts her chin. “Let her go cry to her husband like a little bitch, and when he comes to me, I’ll fill him in on what she’s been doing.”
“Saint isn’t going to come to you,” I tell her. I highly doubt Ashtyn will say anything to Saint because if she is playing a game that Charlotte is choosing to ignore, she now knows that Everett isn’t. “I won’t let him.”
She snorts. “I don’t need you to pretend to take my side over your brother’s wife.”
I frown at her choice of words. “I’ll always take up for you. You come first. Over anyone else.” I’m beginning to understand why my brothers went so far to do what they did for their wives. Why nothing else—not even me—mattered to them. If it came down to it, I’d pick Eve. Without a thought.
Rolling her eyes, she says, “And then she invited Jasmine. I know you’ve fucked her.”
“It meant nothing.” She’s trying to act like it doesn’t matter, but the fact that she even brought it up tells me otherwise. I like my girl jealous, but not at the cost of her trust. She can trust me. I’d never hurt her. Not like that. She’s it for me.
“I don’t care if it was last week, Kash, or since we arrived here today.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you—”
“If you want to fuck them, fuck them.” She shrugs, pretending like she doesn’t care. “It’s the fact that Ashtyn is trying to fuck with me and Charlotte that matters.” Eve goes to turn back around once more, but I keep a hold of her, refusing to let her dismiss me.
“Listen to me, angel.” My girl needs to unwind.
She’s stressed and drunk. “I’m serious.” I drop my hands to push her wet hair off her shoulders.
“Let it go. Ashtyn is just being Ashtyn. She’ll get bored and move on.
” I think she’s lashing out because of Adam dying.
Maybe the babies…hell, maybe she’s just being a bitch.
“Charlotte is a big girl, and Haidyn would never do anything to hurt his wife. And I’m not going anywhere.
You’re my girl. My angel.” I give her a reassuring smile.
“I promise…she’s just fucking with you.”
She huffs, and I can smell the tequila on her breath. “It’s working.”
Biting back a smile at her confession, I step into her, not caring that my clothes are soaking up the water that still drips down her naked body. “It’s not worth it. She isn’t worth it.”
“Easier said than done,” she mumbles.
“What about you and Cross?” I go ahead and ask. If she’s going to be pissed at me, I might as well get the answers I want.
“Excuse me?” She steps back. “What about him?”
“Has he fucked you?”
Her eyes narrow. “You can’t be serious.”
“I saw the way he looked at you and the way you spoke before he could say too much.”
She looks away, jaw sharpening. “No.” Her eyes find mine once more. “Cross has never fucked me.”
“Then what was that?” I push.
Running a hand over her hair, she sighs. “He gave me my tattoo.”
My eyes drop to her hip. “Your butterfly?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s the only tattoo I have. As you can see.” She lifts her arms out wide and turns in a circle before slapping them down to her thighs.
My cell goes off and her eyes hold mine. “You going to get that?”
It’s a challenge. She thinks I’m hiding something from her. Eve can go through my phone at any time.
I remove my cell to see it’s a text and frown.
“Who is it?” she asks, wringing out her hair with her towel while looking at me in the mirror.
“It’s an unknown number.”
She turns around. “The Lords? Is it my assignment for initiation?” Eve nibbles nervously on her lip, her mood changing quickly.
I open it up. “It’s Adam. He wants to see me in person when we get back.” I pocket my cell, and she looks away from me. Pulling her body flush with mine, I go to kiss her, but she pushes me away.
“Let me brush my teeth,” she protests. “The taste of tequila is making me want to vomit.”
I drop the conversation about her and Cross because I believe her. Turning to leave the bathroom, I prop my shoulder up against the doorframe and watch her in the mirror. “Let’s go out.”
She rinses her mouth out and turns to face me. “Go out?”
Nodding, I push off and walk over to her. “I want to take my girl out.”
A soft smile pulls at the corner of her plump lips. “I’ll have to get ready.”
“Then get ready.” I run my hand through her wet hair. “Do your makeup and fix your hair. Put on a party dress.” They say this town never sleeps.
Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, and she lifts her right leg, wrapping it around my hip.
“Will you fuck me before?” she whispers against my lips.
I smile. “Of course. But you’re not allowed to come.”
She groans and her nails dig into my sides through my shirt, pinching my skin. “You love to make me wait.”
“I love to see you desperate,” I correct her, taking a step back and order, “Remove my belt.”
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she quickly undoes the buckle and pulls the leather from the loops. Then she holds it out to me.
I take it and command, “Turn around.”
Doing as she’s told, she places her hands behind her back, and I tie them off with my belt. I step into her and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, making her cry out. “Do not come, Eve. Do you understand?”
She tries to nod but whimpers, shuffling on her feet. “I…I understand.”
“We’ll see.” I quickly undo my jeans and shove them out of the way to pull my dick out. I need to be inside of her.
I run my free hand over her pussy, and she moans, pushing back against me, and I smile to myself.
Taking my hard cock in my hand, I slide into her cunt, listening to her breath hitch as I stretch her to accommodate my size.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Goddamn, Eve.” My eyes drop to watch my cock disappear as I bend her over the counter once more.
The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room over her moans and whimpers. I’m so fucking hard for her. My girl. “Watch yourself, Eve,” I command, yanking her head off the mirror. “Look how pretty you are when I fuck you.”
Her heavy eyes find mine in the mirror, and I fuck her harder. An animalistic need comes over me, and I slam her hips into the side of the counter, knowing I’m bruising her. They’ll look beautiful later when I tie her to the bed and make her beg for me.
Her pussy clenches, and I slam into her, making her cry out. “Do not fucking come, Eve,” I remind her.
“I’m…” Her heavy eyes fall shut. “I’m trying…not to.”
I let go of her hair, grip her hips, and drop my eyes to watch my cock slide in and out of her tight cunt. I’m so close. This is a quickie. For me. To give her something to look forward to later.
My balls tighten and I smile to myself as I slam forward and come inside of her. Pulling out, I take a stumbling step back, and she slumps against the counter, hands still tied behind her back.
I reach forward, grip her arms, and yank her to stand. Turning her to face me, I grab her neck with one hand, feeling her pulse race, while the other gently pushes her wet hair from her face. “Look at me,” I order.
Her lashes flutter open while she tries to catch her breath. I lean forward and gently kiss her plump lips. “My cum will leak from your cunt tonight while we’re out on the town. You will not touch yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she whispers.
“Get ready.” I kiss her parted lips once more before I pull away and let go of her neck, going to pick out her outfit.