Chapter 25 #2
“For the old me. But you know what I learned when you cheated on me? I learned that all our friends were really just your friends. I had to rebuild my life. But I’m good with that.
I learned I don’t need you or any of your friends.
I’m happy now. I feel complete and, more importantly, I feel enough. ”
There’s a slight ache in my chest at her words. The fact she didn’t feel like she was enough before pisses me off, and the fact it pisses me off also pisses me off.
I push past douche face.
“I knew I should never have come here. Wendy is so much better than you.”
My temper flares as my pulse quickens. I slowly turn my head towards the little asshat, the universe’s latest gift to test my patience today and unleash on him.
“You won’t stand here and guilt trip her.
She doesn’t need you, and the fact you know that is tearing you up inside because you’re a little bitch.
You think degrading her will somehow make you feel bigger.
Guess what? It won’t because you will always be an insignificant little nothing.
So if you don’t walk your tiny timbuck, scrawny ass back down the hall, I’m going to help you.
And I can guarantee you don’t want me doing that. ”
“You don’t scare me.”
I take a step forward. “I’m not trying to scare you, princess. I’m merely just giving you a heads-up, so when I lay my hands on you, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He looks between Everlee and me. “You’re going to regret this,” he mumbles before storming away.
“Doubt it, dickweed,” I call after him before walking into her place and slamming the door.
Everlee wraps her arms around me, catching me off guard. I swallow and pull her in, holding her steady. Her scent of lavender and honeysuckle dance around us, and my arms tighten before I can stop them. This isn’t supposed to be happening.
“You smell good,” she says before pushing off me.
I don’t tell her the same even though I think it because I need to draw a line in the sand and retreat. Seeing that little cumchummer set me off and made me feel things for her I don’t want to feel. “I take it that was the ex Callum met?” I ask coolly, pushing the emotion down.
“The one and only.”
“Seems like a charmer.”
“He could be. I fell for it at one point.”
The pain in her voice pulls at something inside of me. Staring into her eyes, I brush my knuckles across her cheek. Her lips part and her pupils dilate. Her responsiveness to me, to us, turns me on.
She swallows and blinks hard. “What are you doing here?” She walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
I look around her living room and kitchen. It’s small, but homey. “Just wanted to check on you.”
“Wanted to check on me?” Her voice trembles with unmistakable doubt.
“Good thing I did since the charmer was here.”
She presses her hand into my chest. “I’ll have you know I don’t need you or any other man fighting my battles for me. I’m a capable woman.”
There’s no doubt about that. Perhaps that’s what makes her so attractive. “I’ve seen how capable you are.”
“Don’t you forget it.” She casts a flirtatious look over her shoulder as she walks into her bedroom. My legs follow before I know what’s happening. She flips the light, then turns around, bumping into my chest.
“What’s that?” I ask, looking over her shoulder.
“What’s what?” she asks with a hint of panic in her voice.
“On your shelf.”
“Nothing.” She throws her hand on the door frame, a feeble attempt to block me.
I chuckle. “That was not nothing.”
A flush creeps onto her cheeks. “Pretty sure it’s nothing.”
I easily push past her arm and flip the lights back on. “Oh, baby,” I say in a low voice as my eyes land on her assortment of dildos and vibrators displayed like trophies on her shelf.
“What? A girl has needs that need to be met.”
“Yes, she does, and if that’s what you’ve been using.
I mean, the green one’s the only one that looks anywhere close to satisfying you.
The others look like they’d just piss you off.
” As I walk over to the shelf, I carefully examine each one and feel her presence linger behind me.
“Do you have any needs that need to be met right now?” The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself.
“Gah, what?”
I brush the few strands of fallen hair behind her ear. “You heard me.”
Her jaw slacks. “Are you offering?” She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “Is that… allowed?”
I chuckle. “Do you ask that of Callum?”
“Fair point.”
“So, I’ll ask again. Do you have needs?” My voice drops as I step closer to her.
She closes the gap, sucking her bottom lip in.
“You need to stop doing that,” I command, grabbing her shoulders with a gentle squeeze.
“Doing what?”
“Biting your lip.”
“Like this?” She teases, sucking her lip in again, letting her teeth slowly scrape across it.
Fuck me. I can feel what little resolve I have vanish. My hand clamps around her neck and I drive her back into the wall, staring at her. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Giving into these feelings, but damn it.
“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working. It’s only turning me on more.”
With a low chuckle, I watch her breath hitch. “I know.” I take her mouth, pressing my tongue in, claiming her.
She whimpers out and her knees give the slightest buckle.
Her hands nervously fumble with the buttons on my pants and I can’t help but smile under our kiss.
I give her another second before I unbutton my pants.
She grabs them and pulls them down as she falls to her knees.
I love how eager she is to take my cock in her mouth.
Without hesitation, she grips her fingers around the base and pumps it a few times into full erection.
She looks up at me with those eyes. God.
Those sexy fuck-me eyes. She watches me watch her as she slowly presses her lips to the tip of my cock, almost like she’s waiting for me to tell her to stop or that we shouldn’t be doing this.
I know we shouldn’t be fucking doing this, but damn it, I can’t—don’t want to—stop it.
I’m supposed to be the strong one. It’s why I came.
I laugh to myself. Came.
After a second, she sucks me in fast and hard, without finesse.
I draw a breath and feel my muscles clench.
My hands press against the wall to hold me up as I watch her take my shaft in her mouth.
“Yes, baby,” I groan out. The words seem to spark something inside her because she readjusts and gives more.
Her tongue runs down my length and back up again, coating it in her saliva, before she rolls it around the head and sucks it in.
I hit the back of her throat and feel it tighten around me, and my legs give a slight buckle.
My hands tangle in her hair as a need flares inside of me.
A need to fuck her face, to give her what she wants, but I don’t want to lose control.
I’m not like the others. “I don’t know if you can handle me, princess. ”
She looks up at me and her cheeks hollow out around my dick like she’s daring me.
“But goddamn, you suck cock so good.” I lose control and thrust in, hitting the back of her throat.
I watch her. Watch every part of her. Her eyes water, but she takes it.
God, she fucking takes it. I pound into her relentlessly, my balls hitting her chin as I wait for her to stop me.
But praying she doesn’t. She feels so good.
This feels so good. And I hate it. This was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to happen.
I try to pull away, but she clamps around me tighter, not letting me budge. This can’t happen. I have rules.
She closes her eyes, concentrating on taking my cock and sucks harder, like she’s begging for my thrusts, and I nearly explode in her mouth.
She doesn’t whimper or whine, but asks for more, and that’s what I’ll give her.
Rules be damned, I’ll give her all of me.
Her hand falls off, only momentarily, abandoning my cock as I fuck her face, but then, as if summoning the strength, she clamps her hand back on and gives small twists.
I rise on my tiptoes as my balls tighten.
“Fuck, Everlee.” I press my hands against the wall and let my body take over.
Take what it wants from her, and she gives it.
Fuck, does she give it. I press in two more times, then feel the tingle shoot down my spine as I explode into her mouth.
She swallows and pumps, pumps and swallows, taking it like a queen.
When I lift her from the ground, I wipe my thumb across her chin and take her swollen, just-fucked lips with my mouth. I want all of her—her kiss, her pussy. “You made me break my rule.”
“What rule is that?”
“You come first.”
She shrugs apathetically, with a smile curling her lips.
Heat races through me. “My turn.”
Her eyes pulse with excitement.
My fingers work to unclasp the buttons on the front of her shirt, but they are small and my patience is thinner than I care to admit. I grip both sides of her shirt and rip. The rest of the buttons snap free and scatter across the floor.
Her eyes pop open wide in shock as a frown briefly crosses her lips. But I don’t wait. I snake my hand around the back of her head and pull her towards me, taking her lips. She melts into my kiss and the buttons and shirt are a thing of the past.
Releasing her head, I unclasp the back of her bra and pull it off, tossing it to the ground.
She pushes me backwards for a second, taking a breath while she shimmies out of her pants.
Her body. Her breasts. Perfection.
My hand glides over her stomach and up to her breasts as I bend down and suck it into my mouth, running my tongue over her nipple.
“Bed. Now,” I command, lifting her off the wall and tossing her to the bed like a rag doll.