7. Everly #2
“Family always comes first. Whether they’re blood or honorary, you fight for those you love.
The people who will fight just as hard for you.
” He moved his hand up my calf again, back to that caressing brush of his fingertips along my skin.
Up and down, slow strokes that went a little farther with each pass.
“But that’s my question, Evy. Would she do the same for you? ”
Some of the guilt returned—not all of it, but enough to cause me to drop my eyes from his stare to his hand on my leg. “She would do the same for me if the roles were reversed. But…she doesn’t know what I did, that I was responsible for extracting her.”
Shut up, Everly!
Don’t spill your guts to this man just because he’s being nice to you. Don’t give him that power. Do not fucking voice your darkest sins to anyone. Take your truth to the grave so you don’t ever risk Evie finding out and hating you.
“Hey.” Reid lifted me off the couch and onto his lap, his face set in tense, serious lines.
“You don’t owe me anything, least of all a play-by-play from a past that didn’t include me.
But I’m here now. And I am sure as fuck not going anywhere.
I’m your present, Ev, and I sure as hell will be your future. ”
Without realizing what I was doing, I traced my index finger along his line of thick scruff.
He leaned into my touch, as if starved for contact.
“You keep your secrets tucked safely away. I don’t need to know them, baby.
But also remember, there is nothing you can tell me that would make me not want you. Not want us.”
“You want us ?” I whispered, shocked, mostly scared he was playing with me. Hoping like hell that he wasn’t. “But you don’t know me. We’re strangers, Reid. I met you yesterday. For five minutes. You can’t decide if you want us in that short of time.”
“Ah, sweetness, that decision was taken from both of us the moment I set eyes on you. We were already us, even then.” His hands contracted at my waist. “I can’t let you go now that I’ve finally found you. I won’t.”
Heart melting, body trembling, I shook my head as if that could shake away the insanity of how right what he said felt. “But Reid, we don’t?—”
Grasping the back of my head, no longer being gentle, he sealed his mouth to mine. My brain short-circuited, making it impossible to think of anything but how good his lips felt, how amazing he tasted, how achy my core was.
I kissed him back on instinct alone, chasing his mouth when he teasingly pulled back, arching into his hands when they began to explore above my clothes. Reid played my body like he’d been doing it forever, finding all the places that made me whine and cry into his mouth easily.
Shifting on his lap, I scrambled to straddle him, changing the angle of our kiss, needing more. My skirt hiked up, slipping almost over my ass, giving me room to spread my legs wider. He grabbed my hip and pressed me down, grinding me down on his hard cock.
It hit me at the perfect angle, causing stars to explode behind my closed eyelids.
He slid his fingers beneath my panties, filling his hand with one bare cheek and giving it a rough squeeze.
Still clutching my flesh, he began to rock me, back and forth, back and forth.
Right over his hardness that felt more like a third leg.
But that couldn’t be right. Guys weren’t actually that big. Not in real life.
Yet there was no denying the proof that was stretching against his jeans. It was like a steel rod beneath the denim.
“That’s it, sweetness. Rub that little clit on me.” He trailed kisses to my jaw, down my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. My core pulsed, liquid need pooling in my center, ruining my panties. “God damn, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever set eyes on.”
Everything was moving too quickly. Nothing this good could last, and nothing this fast could be anything serious. That was what common sense told me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a relationship or even a hookup. But right then, it didn’t matter what I was ready for.
There was only the aching throb in my clit, my racing heart that was screaming at me to hold on tighter, and the need to be as close to Reid as possible. Too many clothes. We had too many clothes in our way.
Moaning, I scratched and tugged and pushed away his cut, his shirt, the belt at his waist. Not once did he stop me or try to help me. He was as lost as I was, guiding my hips faster, harder against the steel-beam pole between his legs. All while kissing up and down my neck, tasting and marking me.
Everywhere he touched me, kissed me, felt like it was set aflame. I couldn’t get enough. More. I needed more, so much more.
“Please, Reid,” I whined, rubbing myself against him. “You’re not close enough. I need you against me. Inside me.”
“Shh, baby, I’ll give you what you want.” He pressed a kiss to my temple and stood.
He got to his feet with such ease while I was still straddling his lap, as if my weight was nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands clinging to his shoulders as he walked through the apartment to the bedroom.
I was too lost in what I was feeling to care about the state of his room. Vaguely, I got a sense of tidiness, much like the rest of his personal space. He sat me on the edge of a bed that had been made.
One minute, I was sitting there fully clothed, and the next, he had me naked, pushing me back onto the bed with a hand against my stomach. Dropping to his knees, he spread my legs.
I had no time for doubt or embarrassment. He gave a hungry growl, and his mouth descended.
“Oh, oh, oh !” I screamed, falling apart with the first flick of his wicked tongue over my clit. I fisted my fingers in his hair, desperate to hold on as he made a meal of me. “That’s good, Reid. So good. Don’t stop. Please, oh god. I… I’m going to… I can’t. Yes!”
I was still riding high on the first orgasm when the second rolled into me, fast and intense. Nothing made sense. There was only Reid and the bliss he’d thrown me into.
He pulled away and stood. Beneath heavy lids, I watched him tear his clothes off. A foil packet appeared in his hand, and then he was rolling the condom down his shaft.
Oh shit.
Having felt his cock through his jeans, I’d gotten a hint of how large he was, but I wasn’t prepared for his sheer size. The condom stretched tight over the engorged, veined monster.
As soon as the condom was on, he came down over me. Lifting one of my thighs, he hiked it around his waist and thrust into me.
“Fuck!” he bellowed at the same time I let out a pained little squeak.
Every muscle in my body tensed. I felt full, stretched to the point of agony. The pleasure was still there, right on the edge, but the bite of pain put up a wall, momentarily blocking out everything else.
Reid was breathing hard, and his eyes went from glacier-blue to a stormy electric-blue. Possessiveness stared back at me, mixed in with a multitude of other emotions I was too distracted to decipher.
“I’m sorry, baby.” His remorse came out on a rasp.
“No, don’t apologize. Please. I want this. I want you.” I cupped his face, my thumb stroking over his stubble. The pain was gone, leaving behind a lingering discomfort that shifted to something else with every labored breath we each took.
He was inside me. I could feel him pulsing, struggling to remain still. His beast-sized cock had ripped me open. I felt swollen, invaded, and, for the first time in my life, truly cherished.
“I’m okay, Reid. It doesn’t hurt now. I want to feel you moving inside me. Make me come again.”
“Christ,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to my collarbone, rolling his head from side to side. “You’re perfect, sweetness. My perfect, beautiful, good girl.”