Chapter 36
EVER
It’s dark by the time we say our goodbyes.
“You’ll call the instant your buddy sends you the list, right?” Everyone has left except Bobby and me. Slate and Gage left ten minutes ago. They’re stopping at their grandmother’s house before driving back to Dumas.
I let Gage know I’ll be staying at Bobby’s project house.
Slate said he’ll crash on his grandmother’s couch at the rental.
What will happen when the house is finished?
It is on track to finish early. That was Arie’s brothers’ promise to me when I told them about my bet with Bobby.
They really want me to have my baby dogs.
Midnight, my landlord, was fine with me having the dogs when I ran it by him. Is this what my life with Bobby will be like once the house is done? I’ll live and raise the puppies in the rental with Gage, and Bobby is the absentee dog dad, coming over on weekends for visits?
Moving to Alexandria isn’t possible for me. Not with school and work. I love working at the bakery and for Ben. I can’t ask Bobby to move to Dumas when he’s needed to run a business in Alexandria.
“You’re overthinking, sweetheart. You know what happens when you overthink.”
I do, and we’ve already pushed my brother’s limit with our PDA during and after brunch. I nod and return my attention to the conversation, but my mind wanders.
If Bobby kisses me, I’ll melt in his arms and kiss him back, and we’ll delay getting to his truck. With our luck, with the heated glances he’s been giving me, and his warm hand on my thigh under the table, he’ll pull over somewhere dark and far from the road.
I am right. Bobby promises José and Ty he’ll call as soon as he hears from his friend or Detective Monroe.
With my hand in his, we wave to my brother and José and hurry to his truck. We make it halfway out of Montgomery before Bobby pulls off the road and parks in the backlot of a row of closed shops.
He unbuckles and then reaches for me. I’ve already unbuckled. He undresses me faster than he has before. I go for his belt buckle. Bobby stops me with a firm grasp on my chin.
“I’m in control.” He lets go, grabs my waist, and pulls me backward. My butt nestles in his crotch. A wave of desire hits me. I close my eyes and hum in the back of my throat.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
I’m not fast enough. He pushes me forward. My head falls into my arms. Thick fingers dig into my sensitive flesh. Large hands tip my hips up. I’m on my hands and knees, ass up. He fists his hand in my hair.
“Fast and hard. It’s gotta be fast and hard before I take you nice and slow back at home, Ever.”
Home. I smile. I like the sound of that.
Bobby takes me fast and hard. My cries of pleasure are muffled in my arm.
“Come, beautiful.”
I break apart on his cock.
He pulls out of me. I know what’s next. Something dirty, but it feels so good that I haven’t experienced before until Bobby. I glance over my shoulder. He likes it when I watch him put his thickness inside me.
Bobby scoops up my pussy juices and uses it for lubrication. He slides one finger, then two, into my forbidden hole. I watch and moan. My insides tighten with anticipation. My sex throbs with need.
“Please, Bobby.”
His eyes gleam, the moonbeams slicing through the darkness of the truck’s cabin. “Remember, you asked for this, Ever.” Bobby fists his cock in his hand and brings the bulbous head to the entrance of my puckered hole. “Demanding my cock be inside your ass.”
I swallow down my nervousness and desire. We’ve done it once before, and it hurt, but once he was in and the pain lessened, a different kind of pleasure took over. One I could die happy experiencing again.
I nod. “Yes, Bobby, I’m asking for it. Please,” I beg again.
With his cock in his hand, he slowly slides his thickness and length inside me and past the ring of nerves. His thrusts are slow and controlled. He doesn’t want to hurt me. Bobby only wants us to feel good. I trust him.
He pushes inside and fills me full. I let out my breath. He leans into me and presses the side of his face to mine. “So fucking tight. Your ass is so fucking tight, Ever.”
“Fuck me, Bobby.”
I let my head fall. My hair is like a curtain around my face. My face heats. I’ve never spoken so crassly before. Bobby brings out the sex kitten in me. Brings out the woman who asks for what she wants. I’m submitting to him, but I’m the one in control of how he pleasures me.
He moves in and out of me. He fills me full. Leaves a void when he pulls out of me, only to fill me again when he slams his thickness inside me.
I see stars. They are small but bright. His cock goes in and out of my ass.
The pad of his thumb circles my clit. He rubs and pinches.
Bobby fills me full in my backside. Slips his thick fingers into my aching core.
He pumps in and out with his cock. Slides out and in me, three fingers deep in my pussy.
My pants are loud in the truck. His groan straight from his core vibrates against my back, sending molten heat from my stomach to my sex. My pussy weeps around his fingers. My puckered hole grasps on tight to his cock. It’s swallowing his thickness whole, like he likes my pussy to do.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m coming.”
He loses control. He’s only lost control that one time.
Oh God, he is beautiful when he lets go.
A guttural sound slips past his lips. His head rests on my shoulder.
His teeth rake across my heated flesh. I tremble with pain and desire.
My inner muscles tighten around his fingers, and I break apart.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His body slumps on mine. “Fuck, baby, you’ll be the death of me.”
I smile. Not one fuck, but a string of them.
“I hope not.” I glance over my shoulder.
He reaches across me, grabs napkins from the glove compartment, and cleans up our sex mess. He helps me dress, then zips up his pants and buckles his belt.
We get back on the road and drive back home in comfortable silence.
“Warm enough?”
I turn to tell him, “Yes.” His eyes widen in horror. My mind flashes to the day Braxton looked at me and missed the curve in the road.
Bobby’s truck doesn’t go airborne like Braxton’s sports car did.
We’re struck from the side. The truck’s door caves in.
I reach for Bobby. His mouth is open. He’s saying something, but I can’t hear him.
My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my vision tunnels.
I can’t breathe. Oh God, I can’t breathe. The truck flips.
My head hits glass.
Sharp pains slice behind my eyes.
I scream Bobby’s name.
My world goes black.