Chapter Twelve
Evelyn
“I’m really glad you said yes to this.” Jake says, his fingers brushing away my hair and I force a smile to curl over my lips. Jake is trying and it really isn’t his fault that I’m not feeling it. Maybe when I’m over a certain brooding professor, I’ll be able to give him the chance he deserves but I can already tell today is not the day.
But still, at the very least I can have a nice night with a friend.
“Yea, It’s a beautiful restaurant.” I say, playing with the edge of my skirt. The restaurant has one of those warm, cosy-family style interiors with plants decorating the red brick walls, candle-lit oak tables covered by a red-checked cloth and candlelight sending a warm glow over the entire interior.
I look around, taking it all in, when the hairs on my neck rise, my gaze zeroing in on the man who seems to be haunting my every move. Asher is here. He’s here, sitting at a table across the restaurant with two other men – one of them Cameron, the other a younger version of them both.
I freeze, my cheeks heating as he eyes me, his jaw twitching. Oh, he’s pissed. But he can go to hell. He knew I had said yes to this date and the fact we fucked doesn’t change that.
“Evelyn?” Jake is looking at me with expectant eyes and I realise he must have asked me something.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I was so lost in admiring the interior that I didn’t hear.”
He smiles. “It’s okay. I was just asking if you wanted to get a bottle of wine for the table.”
I shake my head. “I don’t drink, remember?”
“Ah, yea sorry I forgot.”
Asher would have remembered. Part of me whispers unhelpfully, the logical side warring with my need for him.
“You go ahead though. I’ll just get a water.”
He nods and catches the attention of the waiter. Picking up the menu, I try to ignore the heat thrumming through me, my body preening with the knowledge that Asher’s eyes are still on me. I swallow against it all and try to read the menu, but nothing is making sense, the words are drifting, the food uncertain.
“The carbonara is amazing from here.” Jake offers and I smile.
“I’ll have that then.”
When the waiter disappears, our orders taken, Jake and I sit in a tense, awkward kind of silence. I can’t think beyond the feeling of Asher’s eyes on me, and I know Jake has felt my distance from the minute he picked me up.
“So, do you know what your majoring in yet?”
I nod. “Finance.”
His brows raise. “Well, I was not expecting that.”
“I like to surprise. What about you? I know you don’t have to pick for another year but, do you have a plan?”
He shakes his head. “No. I have no idea.” He starts to whine about his parents wanting him to do law and not wanting to do it and so on and so on and I zone out.
Eventually, I smile. “It sounds tough, but I guess they care.” I finish off my water. “I’m just going to pop to the restroom before our food comes.”
“No problem.”
I stand and head to the toilets. They’re single room toilets and I’m glad for it, I need a breather. This is just not working out. I like Jake, but only as a friend.
After washing my hands, I open the door, only to find Asher on the others side, waiting.
“What are you doing.” I say, incredulous as he pushes me further into the bathroom, walking me back and locking the door behind us.
“We need to talk.” His voice stirs my desire, my centre aching at the sound of it, at the command in it.
“I’m on a date.” I hiss. My back has hit the wall, his body crowding mine, his heat seeping into my soul.
“Oh yea, I noticed.” His fingers find my waist and I gasp softly at the feel of his touch. “You cannot convince me that Jake is the man you want, not when your body tells a different story.” He squeezes my waist.
I stay silent and he pushes in closer until our lips almost touch.
“You cannot tell me that you don’t feel anything for me.”
“What I feel doesn’t matter.” I bite back.
“I beg to differ.” He sinks down onto his knees and my pussy pulses at the sight of it. “What you feel is all that matters.” His hands trail up my legs, soft against my thighs, until I feel him skin the band of my panties.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my breath hitching.
“If how you feel doesn’t matter, then tell me to stop.” His words are steady, like he’s talking about the weather or the price of coffee, but his eyes tell a different story. Twin balls of darkness, flashing with heat.
He pulls down my panties, the skim of his fingers like fire licking my skin and I open my mouth to tell him to stop. To tell him that we can’t do this. But the words don’t come. I can’t say anything, only watch.
He grasps my leg, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder. He leans in and the warm fan of his breath brushes my dripping pussy. I try not to gasp, to cry out, but in the end a shuddering breath filled with need escapes me.
He parts me with his fingers, my needy pussy parting easily, like the petals of a flower.
“Tell me to stop.” He growls. “If you don’t want this, say the words and I’ll stop.”
I stay silent because I want this.
“Good girl.” He hums before his tongue swipes up my centre. My hips buck, grinding my sopping pussy into his open mouth. He chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to moan. “You’re such a greedy little whore.”
I nod my head, delirious with the pleasure.
His fingers tease my hole as his licks become stronger, harder, and my pussy gushes, desperate for something to fill them. I moan loudly, no longer caring about where we are as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Daddy, I need to be filled.” I cry, begging.
He hums appraisingly, and shoves two fingers into my desperate pussy, thrusting them in and out, rubbing my g-spot with steady, firm strokes.
I cry out, but it’s not enough, I need more. I want to be stretched out with his cock.
“No, no.” I cry. “I need your cock, daddy, please.”
He sucks hard before pulling back and standing in one quick movement. He lifts me, shoving me onto the counter. Pulling me close, he captures my mouth with his, his hands cupping my ass.
“That’s fucking right, Evelyn. You need it. Now when I fuck you, I want you to fucking scream. Tell the world just how mine you are.” He growls, and then he’s inside me, filling me, desperate need the only thing I feel. I lose myself in it.
His cock curves into me, hitting me in the right spots, making my vision waver as I ride out the wave of my desire. I lose track of time, of everything, all I can feel is white-hot need ripping through me. Eventually, I feel myself teeter on the edge, my orgasm near.
“Daddy, I’m going to come.” I pant and he pumps into me harder.
“Come, Evelyn. Right fucking now.”
I scream as my vision goes black, the orgasm stealing my breath. I squeeze my eyes shut and he grunts against my neck, and I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with hot, wet, need. We pant in sink as the need washes away.
I look up at him. “I cannot believe we just did that.”
He grins. “I told you, what you feel matters.”
“How am I supposed to go out there now? With your come dripping down my thighs.”
His eyes flash. heat and something possessive lighting like fire. “You don’t have to. Come home with me.”
I shake my head. “No. This doesn’t change anything.”
“You can’t pretend forever.” He smiles and steps back. I groan as his cock slips free, still hard. He holds his hand out, offering to help me down, but I ignore it and slip from the counter with as much dignity as I can muster.
Now the desire has been sated, my confusion is back. I want him, but I can’t have him and that just makes me angry. “I don’t know why you think I’m pretending.” I snap, stepping into my panties. “I need to go.”
I walk to the doors and pull it open, Asher behind me only to come face to face with someone who looks eerily similar to Asher. His eyes flick between the two of us in the single bathroom before a smug grin slips onto his face.
“I see you’ve been busy brother.”
“Another brother?” I say, frustrated just as Asher tells him to shut up. Shaking my head, I push past the brother. “I cannot deal with this now.”
I need to get through this date and get out of here ASAP. Without another look back, I push through the restaurant and spend the date pretending that Asher’s eyes aren’t on me and that his come isn’t dripping down my thighs.