Chapter Ten
Everett has been different this week. Ever since his A-hole of a brother came in, it’s like he’s shifted, and everything has become more. More intense, more hungry for me. So much so that after every date, he kisses me so thoroughly I nearly come in my underwear. And I’ve felt he has an equally hard dick, but still, he says goodnight every time. Tonight is going to be so much more from me too. He has finally invited me to his house, so I think—hope—this is it. Tonight’s the night.
Another thing that’s bugging me is my mum. She’s not poorly, shows no sign of a relapse, but she’s up to something. There’s been lots of quickly ended phone calls, and she keeps going through cupboards and collects things that don’t make sense. Every time I ask her, she fobs me off with silly answers. She’s just tidying up, or we have so much accumulated junk.
When I told her I was going to Everett’s, she embraced the idea with way more enthusiasm than needed. She even advised me to pack an overnight bag, which bordered a little on the ick side.
“What do you mean you’re not telling?”
Jess, who’s been following me around the shop, doing everything but her job, looks one step away from stamping her foot. “You’ve had loads of dates with him now. Something must have happened. Have you been to his house yet? I bet it’s nice, what with him being all rich and everything.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not about his money. You know I’m not like that, but if you must know, I’m going to his place tonight.”
She bounces on her toes, her eyes lighting up. “Ooh, it’s definitely on for tonight. Make sure you do all your preparations and pack a box of condoms and lube.”
Why have I ever told her about gay romance books? She now thinks she’s an expert on gay sex. “I have done this before, you know that, right?”
“I know, but you’ve never liked any of them as much as you like Everett.”
She’s right. He is special. Apart from being as hot as the devil, he’s kind and funny and caring. I count down the hours until I see him again. Which is only a couple of hours away.
I’ve taken my car to work and have done as my mother said and packed a bag with a change of clothes. Y’know, just in case. He’s showing me more of the real him, not trying to make sure I’m okay every minute but taking the lead. It’s incredibly sexy and another thing an older man does so much better. When he lowers his voice and becomes all gruff, my insides tingle. When we finally make it to his bed, I know he’s going to be dominant, and I can’t wait. I want those rough hands all over me. I’m going fully prepped and prepared for everything and keeping my fingers crossed that I haven’t got his signals wrong.
“Okay, I’m leaving. Have an easy night,”
I say to Jess.
“You go get him, Noah. Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Jess waves me goodbye.
It’s no surprise that Everett has a lovely house, not with him being a builder and everything. What is a surprise is how big it is. Why does he have a house this size when he lives alone? I’ll only get answers if I ask him. When I asked him about his past before, he never held back.
I drive my car up the drive and park next to his sleek Jaguar F-TYPE I’ve only been out in a couple of times. We’ve met up in town more than anything.
The front door opens, and Everett stands in the doorway, dressed much more casually than he has for all our dates. His jeans have faded to the palest blue, his black T-shirt is stretched tight across his broad chest, and the muscles in his arms look like they’re having a fight with the hems on the sleeves. And oh my god, his feet are bare, and isn’t that sexy as fuck? I want this gorgeous man. No way am I going home tonight.
I switch the engine off, grab my bag from the passenger seat, and get out. I want to make my intentions to stay the night clear. Hopefully, he doesn’t turn me down.
He opens his arms and pulls me against him, and when his mouth hits mine, I melt into his embrace. My bag drops onto the ground, and I wind my arms around his neck. He’s so much bigger than me, and I’ve never felt so safe.
The kiss goes on and on. We dip in and out of each other’s mouth, exploring, tasting as if it’s our first kiss. Eventually, he slows, nips my bottom lip, then lets me go.
He picks up my bag, his lip quirking up on one side, a dimple popping out. “I like your planning.”
“Is it too soon?”
I whisper, crossing my fingers. Since our first kiss, I’ve imagined him naked, teasing me with his rough, calloused hands and his soft, full lips. If he says he wants to wait a little longer, I may combust.
“I’ve been wanting this with you from the moment I saw you. Let’s go inside. We can talk some more.”
With my bag in one hand and the other resting just above the curve of my bum, he guides me inside.
He slips his hand a little farther down and caresses the cheek. A shiver runs down my spine. “You’re so responsive to my touch. I can’t wait to do so much more to you.”
His voice is deep, gravelly, and full of want and promise.
“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”
Hopefully, I sound as sure as I feel. “Please.”
He wouldn’t want to show me around, perhaps getting me a drink, now would he? Right now, I don’t care for all that. I want him inside me. I’ve felt the thickness, the girth as he pressed his body against mine. Now I want to feel his cock in my hand, taste it, and take it deep into my body. There’ll be plenty of time to see the rest of his house beyond his bedroom. I don’t plan on leaving for the whole weekend. Everett must have the same idea because he takes my hand and almost drags me to the staircase.
His bedroom is bright and airy with pale wood furniture. And huge, with the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. Photographs and pictures of the coast, lighthouses, shorelines, and shells adorn the cream walls. Totally the opposite of what I expected. “It’s gorgeous, so light and open, and are you sure your bed is big enough?”
I smile. When I turn to him, he’s watching me with stormy eyes, matching the ferocity of the crashing waves in his artwork. “Are you okay? Do you not want to do this?”
“I don’t want to rush you, but god, I want to strip you out of your clothes and finally get to see what I’ve been dreaming about, fantasising over. Will you let me?”
He runs his fingers through my hair and down my neck to my shoulder. “You can say stop at any time, sweetheart.”
“Everett, I want you to do all that and more. I’ve hated saying goodbye to you every night. I can’t believe you feel the same way and haven’t asked me here before now. You have so much more restraint than me. I’ve wanked off to thoughts of you every night.”
“Fuck.”
In a flash, his hands are on me, peeling my clothes up over my chest and head and tossing them carelessly onto the floor. He kisses me thoroughly, then moves his mouth over my jaw and neck, scraping his teeth over my skin. Heat flows through me, and my cock jerks in my jeans. He opens my belt, then the button, and slides the zip slowly down. As the cool air touches my bare flesh, I moan. He slips his hand down the back of my jeans to the top of my crack.
He lifts his head, eyebrows raised. “Commando?”
“Only for you.”
I pant as he dips his finger down the crease, seeking the prize at its end.
Everett growls deeply. “Too right, it’s only for me.”