Chapter 22 Evie
EVIE
“That’s right,” he says, slipping his finger out of me.
He reaches back to undo his pants, and I reach up to help him, getting his slacks and shirt off in record time.
He lowers himself back down, lining himself up with my entrance, and pushes inside of me.
I scream out, smacking one hand against the couch and the other against his chest.
“Take a breath, baby,” he says. “You know we will make it fit.”
I hum as he moves farther and farther in, filling me to the hilt. He waits a beat for me to adjust then grabs my hips and begins moving. He fucks me slow at first, his hands still worshipping my body.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Evie,” he says. “So pretty. And you take me so fucking well.”
God, the mouth on him is so much dirtier than I remember. And I fucking love it.
But then I remember that this whole tryst was my idea. And it’s supposed to be for him—not that there isn’t some reward in it for me too.
I let him move in and out of me a few more strokes before I push up onto my elbows, shoving him backward. He falls back, shooting me a confused look. I smile as I crawl onto him, straddling him.
“It’s my turn,” I tell him before sliding down his length, letting him fill me back up. I rock back and forth slowly at first then quicker once I find our rhythm. He grabs hold of my hips again, moving me how he wants me.
“Bad girl,” he whispers through a smile that I swear could make me come on its own.
I ride him faster, picking up the pace. I run my hand through his hair, tugging it gently and tilting his head back, exposing his neck to me.
I lean in, kissing and licking it in tiny little circles, and he lets out a throaty groan.
I bite him gently, and he grips my hips harder.
“You better be careful, Eve,” he says.
I lean back, giving him a daring look as I bounce up and down on his dick.
“Or what?” I challenge him. He doesn’t say anything, so I lean forward, licking a long line up the side of his neck again before I dive in and take another bite.
He lets out a growl before pushing to stand, me still on his cock.
He slides me off with little effort then turns me around, putting me down on the couch on my stomach.
He grabs my hips again, pulling my ass up in the air to him.
He licks his hand, rubbing it against my pussy before he shoves himself back into me from behind.
“Yes, Keat,” I breathe, clutching onto the couch cushion. “Use me. Fuck me until it’s all out of your system.”
He moves quicker, faster, harder, grunting behind me as he does.
He reaches a hand around, pressing his fingers against my clit and rubbing in slow circles while he fucks me.
I start to come undone just as he does, and then I feel his body go rigid then give way as he lowers his weight on top of me.
He keeps fucking till I explode, and we both fall onto the couch.
Once he catches his breath, he flips me over to face him.
“Thank you for that,” he says, leaning over to kiss me. “But just so we’re clear, I will never fuck you just to use you.”
I put my hand on his face.
“Keat, you know what I meant,” I say. “I just wanted—”
“I know, honey,” he cuts me off. “And it worked. But I will never fuck you and it not mean something. And I will never, ever get you out of my system.”
We get dressed and clean ourselves up bit, and he waits for me to attempt to fix my hair and makeup, which is a joke.
“Ready?” I ask him when I come back into the room. He smiles.
“I’m ready.”
The rest of the night goes off with nothing really to report. We mostly hang with Julian and Sawyer, Brooks dropping in now and then. He doesn’t mind the social climbing as much. He is still basking in the fruits of his family’s labor.
Around eleven, Julian and Keaton give each other a look.
“I think three hours is enough to punch our timecard,” Julian says. “Shall I call the cars?”
Sawyer scoffs.
“God, you sound like a rich prick when you say shit like that.” She giggles, a little bit wine tipsy. He shoots her a playful glare before leaning in to playfully pinch her sides.
“Watch it, baby girl,” he says, and Keaton makes a playful puking sound behind them.
We say our goodbyes and go surprisingly unnoticed as we make our way out to the driveway. Sawyer gives me a big hug goodbye, and we get in our separate cars and make our way back to the city.
When we get back, Mac pulls the car around to the gate, when I stop him.
“I want pancakes,” I say.
Keaton looks at me, raising an eyebrow. Then he smiles.
“Can you take us to the diner, Mac?”
“Sure thing, boss,” he says, flipping a U and heading back in that direction.
We get there about ten minutes later, and Mac drops us off at the door while he finds parking. I walk through the doors, my gown and heels raising some looks from the late-night customers as we walk inside. Sean, the cook, sees me first and lets out a long whistle.
“Well, look at what the cat dragged in,” he says, “and dressed so nice!”
I laugh and make my way toward him for a hug. I turn and reach an arm out for Keaton.
“This is Keaton,” I say. Sean’s eyes are wide as he shakes his hand.
“Mr. Everett,” he says. “It’s a pleasure. What can we get for you all?”
“Nice to meet you, Sean,” Keaton says with that panty-dropping smile that dropped my panties just a few hours ago. “I think we will just take two stacks of pancakes, yeah?”
I nod enthusiastically as Sean leads us to an empty booth toward the back.
Within minutes, we are laughing and stuffing our faces with diner pancakes like we didn’t stuff our faces with a gourmet meal just a few hours back.
I get up to refill our drinks behind the counter, but when I turn back, I freeze.
Because my motherfucking husband is staring back at me.