Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Iwould love to be able to take Evie to Mexico. She’d never be able to leave the country without me knowing.
“I will take you home one day, but not now. Now, we’re going back to Vegas,” I tell her, instead of voicing my intentions of keeping her with or without her permission to do so.
The smile on Evie’s face drops slightly.
“You don’t like Vegas?” I ask her.
She stands. “It’s okay. I’m starving. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. I’m going to have a quick shower and get dressed. Do me a favor and see if Rach has anything edible in her kitchen?”
I push to my feet and follow her when she turns and walks back into the bedroom she just came out of. “Evie, stop. Why don’t you like Vegas?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s fine, Emmanuel. I need to shower,” she tells me without turning around. Then she strolls into the bathroom and closes the door.
I’m about to follow her in there too when I hear the lock click.
I shake my head. Does she really think a shitty lock will keep me out?
I could get in there before she had time to strip down.
Instead, I give her the space she clearly needs.
Whatever her hangup with Vegas is, I’d put money on it having to do with her past.
I pull out my phone and send Paz a message.
Me:
Get me more Vegas pageant officials. Whatever happened to her, it was done there.
Paz:
Already on it. Jet’s ready whenever you are, jefe.
Opening the fridge, I quickly discover that there is nothing in there to feed Evie. Well, nothing I’d want to feed her. So I take out my phone again and dial Paz.
“Jefe?”
“I need you to find a café. Get coffee and breakfast for Evie,” I tell him.
“Already doing it. Figured she’d be hungry after sleeping for a couple of days,” he says.
It fucking pisses me off that he’s thinking about her needs before I tell him to. I keep those thoughts to myself, but my eye will be on him. If my second gets too close to her, I will fucking end him. Everyone is replaceable.
I don’t reply, cutting the call and walking back into the bedroom. Evie is still in the shower. I can hear it running. I pull out a little pick I keep in my pocket, and the lock clicks within seconds.
“Evie, I’m coming in.” I give her a little warning before stepping inside the room.
My feet stop and my heart fucking cracks at the sight of her sitting on the floor under the water, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She looks up at me, her eyes red from crying.
My mind drifts to Laura lying on the fucking bathroom floor, and without realizing I’m doing it, I scan every inch of Evie’s skin.
Looking for any signs of self-harm. When I don’t see any, I step into the shower, sit in front of her, and pull her onto my lap.
Without a word, she buries her face into my chest.
“You’re getting wet,” she says.
“I don’t care.” My hand moves her hair aside, and I pull back a little so I can look down into her eyes. “You need to tell me.”
Evie shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“You know I will find out anyway.”
“And then you will see how ugly I am. You will see all my scars and damage and leave me alone.”
“Try me.” Nothing she can say will make me leave her alone. There’s nothing that could make me not want her.
Evie shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine. I just…”
“You know you don’t need to be fine. It’s okay not to be. Because whatever you need, I will find a way to make sure you have it, mi alma. I will be fine so you don’t have to be.” I stand, making sure Evie is balanced before I let go of her.
“Your suit is drenched,” she says.
“It’s just a suit.” I shrug out of my wet jacket, grab my phone, and send Paz another message.
Me:
I need clothes.
Paz:
For you?
Me:
Yes.
Paz:
Clean up?
He’s asking if I’ve left bodies on the ground.
Me:
No, I got wet.
I toss my phone outside the shower, then take my wallet from my back pocket and do the same. Evie stands under the water, watching as I remove everything that’s strapped to my body.
“That’s a lot of weapons. Are you expecting a war to break out in this little town?” she asks me.
“I always expect the worst,” I explain. “It’s how I stay alive.”
When I remove my shirt, her eyes land on the gauze covering the bullet wound. “Did you expect that one?”
“No,” I grunt. I’m fucking pissed off at myself for not seeing Jenna’s betraying ass earlier.
“Does it hurt?”
“I’ve had worse.” I smirk. “But I won’t stop you if you want to kiss me better.”
“Don’t hold your breath waiting.” Evie smiles at me.
I prefer it. Her smile over her fucking tears. I know she’s trying to distract me from seeing her so fucking sad when I walked in here.
Once I’ve taken off all my clothes, I step forward and pick up the loofah, squirting some soap on top. Then I start wiping it over her shoulders, working my way down her arms. “I’ve thought about doing this for weeks,” I admit.
“You thought about washing me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s… weird.” She laughs.
I don’t care if it’s weird. “I like to take care of things that are mine,” I remind her, moving the loofah over one breast, and then the other. This is the first time I’m seeing her completely naked. It’s better than any fantasy I’ve cooked up in my head.
“I’m not yours,” Evie says, watching my hand move farther south.
“Being my girlfriend makes you mine.”
Evie laughs. “I’m not your girlfriend, Emmanuel. You haven’t even asked me to be.”
“If I want something, I take it. I don’t ask. And I’ve never wanted anything more than you.” My hand moves down between her thighs, as I push her back against the wall. Evie’s legs part as I rub the loofah over her pussy. “Are you going to let me have you, mi alma?”
She shakes her head from side to side, but her legs open wider. Evie places her hands on my forearms. “I don’t belong to anyone. I belong to me,” she says.
“Wrong answer.” I drop my hand away from her pussy and step back.
Evie glares at me. She was on the verge of an orgasm. “Why did you stop?”
I shrug. “You don’t want me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Tell me that you’re mine, Evie, and I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember ever not being mine.”
Evie smiles at me, a defiant look in her eye as she reaches up and lifts the showerhead from its holder. “I don’t belong to anyone but me,” she repeats as she moves the nozzle towards her pussy. Her free hand covers one of her breasts, her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple.
“You think a showerhead can give you better pleasure than I can?” I quirk a brow.
“Okay. Show me.” I lean my back against the opposite wall, calling her bluff.
There is no way that showerhead can do for her what I can.
My cock is rock hard. I wrap a hand around it, slowly pumping as I watch Evie bring herself pleasure.
“Tell me that feels better than my fingers? Better than my cock?”
“It doesn’t, but it’s good enough,” she fires back.
“You are an exceptional creature, Evie Carter. You should never settle for anything but the best,” I say, stroking my cock a little faster.
“And you’re the best?”
“For you? Yes.” I’m her only fucking option. If she thinks she can find better than me, she’ll learn real quick how I’ll prove my point.
I can see the moment she’s about to come. I step forward and rip the shower handle from her grip before she can fall over that edge of ecstasy. Then I drop to my knees in front of her, running my tongue up her slit.
“Nobody makes you come but me,” I growl as I feast on her cunt.
Evie’s hands land on the top of my head, and her moans echo off the tiled walls. I fucking love it. When she’s come down from her high, I kiss my way up her body. My hand wraps around her throat and I hold her gaze.
“You are mine,” I tell her before slamming my lips onto hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Evie jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I want more.”
I reach between our bodies and line up the tip of my cock with her entrance. “I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“I just want your cock, Emmanuel. Fuck me,” she groans.
My lips tip up. “Anytime, anyplace.”
My hips thrust in and out while her back is pressed against the tiles. My hand cups her head just as she’s about to throw it backwards, breaking the impact of her skull against the wall.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grit out. Better than I remembered, better than anything I’ve ever fucking felt.
I thrust in harder, faster. I want her pussy to feel my cock long after we’ve finished.
I want her to know that I’m the one who makes her feel this good.
“Come for me, mi alma. Soak my cock in your juices.”
“Oh god, fuck, E!” Evie yells out, her pussy squeezing my cock so fucking good.
I pull out of her at the last minute, my own release spilling all over the wall behind her. “Fuck me, you are something else,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” Evie huffs out, her lungs working overtime.
“You’re thanking me for fucking you?” I laugh.
“No, I’m thanking you for pulling out,” she says.
I blink. I don’t know why I’m bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want me to come inside her.
I pulled out on instinct, not because I don’t want to come inside her.
But I wouldn’t do it unless I knew she really wanted it.
Now that I know she doesn’t, it will become my mission to make her want to be filled with my seed.
“You’re not on birth control?” I ask.
“I am,” she says.
“So it doesn’t matter if I come inside you next time.”
“Birth control isn’t always enough. Don’t come inside me, Emmanuel,” she says, unwrapping herself from me. She bends and picks up the showerhead, placing it back on the holder.
“Finish up. I’ve got breakfast.” I decide not to push the subject right now. Leaning forward, I press my lips against the center of her forehead. “Whatever it was that made you cry, I will find out and I will kill it.”
“You can’t kill memories, Emmanuel,” she whispers.
“Watch me.” There is nothing I won’t do to kill whatever the fuck is haunting her.