Chapter 21
Everly
“Thanks for telling me all that, Julie.” He doesn’t answer me, just squeezes my hand again. “Is there anything you want to ask me? I’ll answer anything.”
“I know, sweet girl. You’re so willing, and I love that about you.”
“So ask me.” I trace circles on his knuckles with my free hand.
“I . . . uh . . .” His brows are drawn together in thought. “What’s your favorite plot twist?”
“In books?” I warm to the topic.
“Sure. Let’s start with books.” His dimple is winking at me, and I sense he means something else.
“No, what do you mean? Like movies, shows?” My brain floods with all my favorites.
“I mean like our discussion on the plane.”
“Ohhh.” My cheeks feel hot. I face forward in my seat.
The leg I had curled under me straightens and presses into my other leg.
My palm slides up and down my thigh as I resist burying it in my lap to ease the throb.
I know he’s switching topics to avoid getting too serious, and I get it.
Despite my body’s reaction, I can’t ignore the train of my thoughts. “Can I ask you something first?”
“Always.”
“Do you think everyone has sex like us? Like as much as we do?” As soon as the question leaves my mouth, he barks a sharp laugh.
“God, I hope so.” His dimple deepens with his smile. I pinch his thigh and wait. He sobers immediately. “I don’t know, love, but I really do hope so.”
“I mean, I’m pretty new at this and I just .
. . well, I kinda want it . . . you . . .
all the time.” I let my free hand press into my lap now—my body unconsciously responding to the sex talk and the new term of endearment.
It crosses my mind to wonder if it’s weird to talk about it.
But Julian doesn’t make it awkward. Or .
. . more awkward. He’s the opposite. Deliberately encouraging, whether it’s in conversation or physically.
“Ever . . .” He drags out my name like he’s about to say something significant, and I hold my breath.
“This is new for me too.” He reaches for the hand on his thigh and pulls it to his lips again, takes a quick glance at me and continues.
“I’ve never let anyone in before. Only you.
Always you. And we don’t have to make this conversation about sex.
We can talk about anything you want. I mean, I like our talks whatever the topic. Pick one.”
His words have me blowing a long sigh out through puffed cheeks and pressure building behind my eyes. I decide to use his trick to distract myself from the emotions hovering on the brink. “So . . . plot twists . . .”
I’m rewarded with his deep, rumbling sexy little laugh. “I’m all ears. And your timing is perfect. We’re home.”
I look out the windshield as we cruise into the driveway. My heart thuds in anticipation.
We drop our bags inside the door, and I kick off my shoes next to them.
Julian is right behind me and does the same.
With bare feet, he pads the two steps to me and snakes his arms around my waist, drawing me back to him.
Tilting my neck to unconsciously invite his kiss, he obliges me by nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear with his nose.
He places small kisses there before he whispers, “Tell me, Ever, what would be your favorite plot twist right now?”
My heart pulses in my neck. His lips must feel it.
“I . . .” His lips steal my words. I try again as my hand travels up his neck, along his jaw, up to the longer hair on top of his head.
Running my fingers through it, I grab a handful and tug his head away from my neck.
So I can think straight. I still feel his breath where his lips used to be, but I try again.
“I . . . think . . . the best . . . plot twist is . . .”
“M-hm.” His breath flutters across my skin. He urges me, “Is . . .?”
“The one you don’t see coming.” I release his hair, the pull on him, so that his lips fall back onto my neck.
He kisses the pulse there once, twice. Then, without warning, sweeps me off my feet, flips me over his shoulder and smacks me hard on my leggings-clad ass. The sting sends a shock straight to my center, followed by a flood of moisture. He doesn’t speak but carries me toward the stairs, the bedroom.
My mind screams plot twist.
He tosses me onto the bed and yanks the waistbands of my leggings and thong down my legs in one fluid movement.
He leaves my shirt on but whips his over his head before he leans his hands on the bed at my feet and begins inching his way up my body.
His blue eyes are dark, almost black, and never leave mine as he closes in on the vee of my thighs.
His warm breath hits the bundle of nerves a second before his lips.
A soft kiss, then another. Then he stops.
I open my eyes that closed at first contact and look down.
He’s watching me, waiting for me to look at him.
He pushes his hands under my thighs and scoots me farther onto the bed so my upper body is propped against the pillows.
Stretching out between my legs, he purses his lips and blows softly on my sensitive bud, still watching me with dark hungry eyes.
My knees are bent on either side of him and press in with the intensity.
He smiles and shakes his head slowly, moving his hands to my inner thighs and pressing them down, spreading them.
Moisture slips down into the crevice below my opening.
I clench the comforter in my fists and curl my toes.
“Fuck, Julie. Don’t tease me.” I squeeze my eyes shut, arching my back, begging him with my body to give me what it wants.
Each expanse of breath creates friction between my T-shirt and nipples.
They strain against the fabric, drawing Julian’s attention.
“Want me to stop?” He places a soft kiss to my center after he asks.
“Uh-uh. You know I don’t.”
“Lose the shirt.” I raise my eyebrows in question, and he nods slowly like you heard me.
I reach for his head, to pull him tighter to me, to make him give me what I want.
Like a lightning strike, his hands snake under my bent knees and clamp onto my wrists, pinning them to the mattress.
This holds my thighs up and apart while keeping me from touching him.
I can’t use anything except my words, so I do.
“Please, Julie. Ohmygod. I can’t. I need . . .”
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need and I might give it to you.”
“Kiss me. Ugh. Put . . . your . . . lips . . .” I raise my hips off the bed, trying to reach his mouth. His grip on my hands pulls my body like a bow, and I arch off the bed.
“Right here?” His lips surround the hardened bud and suck softly.
“Yesssss,” I hiss. “Don’t stop. Please.”
But he does stop. “You want my hands on you, Ever?” He’s kissing me, sucking me again.
“I do.” I push my body down as much as I can into his face. My hands are squirming in his grasp to be free.
“I’m going to let you go. Take your shirt off and put your hands on your tits. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
I meet his eyes and nod my head. I can’t speak.
As soon as he lets them go, my hands fly to the hem of my shirt and whip it over my head, then I plant my palms on my breasts, my nipples jutting between my spread fingers.
I squeeze my index and middle fingers together, rubbing back and forth along the hardened nubs obediently, hoping it gets his lips back on me.
“Good girl, Ever. Feel good?”
Words trap in my throat. I want to thrash my head from side to side, clamp my eyes shut, but I keep watching him for some sign he’s going to give me what I want.
“Answer me, Ever.”
“Uhhhhh,” I try to say, but it comes out a moan. And another, “Huhhhhh.” My eyes are shut so tight now, they water.
“Pinch your nipples for me.”
I comply.
“Harder,” he commands.
I do it.
“Yes, baby. Good girls get rewards.” He plunges two fingers inside me and scrapes his teeth along the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth.
I can’t help the scream that rips from my throat or the tears that trail past my temples and into my hairline. My muscles contract around his fingers as they slide in and out of me. My breathing sounds like panting sobs to my ears.
Then he’s there, his face next to mine a second before his hard length fills me thoroughly.
I suck in air at the sweet invasion.
He’s kissing my ear, whispering to me. “I got you, Ever. My sweet Ever.” His words begin to match the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Ugh.” Thrust. “So good.” Thrust. “So sweet.” Thrust. “Good girl.” Thrust. “My girl.” When my orgasm subsides, he slows his strokes and his lips kiss the tracks of tears on each side of my face.
His body shakes with restraint. Still inside me but not moving, he touches his lips to mine. “Hi, pretty girl.”
“Hi, Julie.” My voice is hoarse.
“You feel good?”
I nod my head in answer, not trusting my voice.
“Yeah?”
I nod again.
“I love making you feel good.”
More nodding, but I find my voice. “Are you . . . Did you . . .” I’m tracing his heart tattoo with my fingernail while my other hand floats up and down his back along his spine.
He shakes his head slowly, pinning me with liquid blue pools. He twitches inside me, still rock hard.
“Oh.” My brain registers plot twist, right before he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
He’s on his knees between my legs, pulling my hips up so my ass is off the bed while my face slides off the pillow and onto the mattress.
“Ready for another plot twist, sassy girl?” Before I can answer, he drives into me as he pulls my ass to his groin with a slap of skin on skin.
The moan it rips from my throat sounds feral.
He pounds into me with one hand on my breast and another reaching between my legs to circle my center.
I can’t take all the sensations as my legs give, my lower body inching toward the mattress.
“Uh-uh, Ever. Bring that ass back to me.” He slides his hand from my breast to my hip, pulling me back up and into him to meet his long, slow thrust. He freezes there, though it costs him.
His arms tremble. “Be a good girl and take it, Ever. I know you like it. You’re dripping for me.
Tell me you like it. Tell me to fuck you. ”
“Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me till you come.” I’m panting again with the force of his long, slow glide into me. Too slow. I want more. I fleetingly wonder if people ever hyperventilate from sex. The thought vaporizes with the circles he’s drawing on my clit. His finger is slippery. So am I.
“Uh-uh. One more time, Ever. Come for me, baby. Then I will.” As if on command, my walls start convulsing around him.
He drives in harder. The hand on my hip holding me up slides around to my ass, and I feel his thumb dip into my slick opening where he’s sliding into me.
Slicking it with my come, he draws it back up slowly until he finds my other opening.
He pushes his thumb softly against it, swirling it, moistening it, then harder.
It’s like shock waves. So many nerves. My whole lower body clenches up and shudders.
And still he drives into me, pulling all the way out and plunging in.
His other hand circles my clit. All the sensations, the trembles, the animal moans—I can’t control my body.
It belongs to him. Every nerve ending is so heightened I feel a drop of sweat from his face hit between my shoulder blades like the prick of a needle just before his final thrust sends his body into its own shudders.
He finally allows me to sink to the bed as he does too, his body covering mine.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him.
His lips are parted on my shoulder, his heavy breathing making the spot warm and wet.
As his panting slows, his lips press together, kissing my skin repeatedly.
“God, I love you, Everly Davis.” His arms tighten around me.
His lips press against my shoulder again.
“I love you, Julian McKay. Plus, you’re really good in bed, so, go me,” I tease.
He smacks my ass loudly and rolls me to face him, pulling my thigh up to drape my leg over his hip. “Did I just hear you ask me for another plot twist? Because I might need a minute to accommodate my needy girl.” He kisses the corner of my lip.
I crook my eyebrow in challenge.