Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Everett
At least the flight from Austin to Phoenix isn’t overly long.
Two and a half hours after takeoff, we’re back on the ground again, and then I’m dashing through the terminal building, drifting around corners with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, seeking the brunette beauty who promised to be waiting for me.
I dive left to avoid a slow-walking family, then duck right to avoid being hit in the face by a giant’s backpack.
And then I see her. A fucking vision, just the way she always is. The world slows down.
I let my eyes slide up her body, starting at her feet.
White sneakers with a chunky sole, leading to those long, tanned legs I want to drape over my shoulders.
Tiny denim shorts cling to her hips, and her loose white tank is tucked into the waistband.
The neckline dips low into her cleavage, and I let my eyes linger before they snap up to her face.
She’s sun-kissed, makeup-free, and the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Good lord, give me the strength to not ravage her right here, because my cock is wide awake and fucking desperate now she’s close enough to smell her vanilla perfume.
The vanilla perfume that suddenly surrounds me, because before I can even blink, Ruth is in my arms, legs wrapped around my hips, lips pressing against mine with a kind of urgency I thought only existed in movies.
God, it feels so fucking good to hold her.
I take control, skimming my hands down her spine to her ass, squeezing lightly, and licking at the seam of her mouth.
I swallow the sound of her moan as she opens for me, warm and sweet and tasting faintly of coffee and caramel.
Fuck, if she isn’t my favourite flavour of just about everything.
Her mouth. Her skin. Her pussy. Ruth Bevan is my fucking favourite.
Her fingers tug lightly at the hair at the nape of my neck as she kisses me with no shame, no worry, no concern for the building full of people getting a free show. When she pulls away, the sweetest laugh spills from her lips, and she hops down to the ground.
“Come on,” she says, dragging her hands down my arms and pulling me by the hand. “Come and meet my friends.”
Ruth’s friends turn out to be two men, and a small girl with messy pigtails who’s clutching a stuffed dinosaur in a white-knuckled fist. It’s good to finally put faces to some of the names I keep hearing about, but I’m not so sure about the way her brother’s eyes narrow suspiciously, keeping track of my every movement.
I feel like I have to be careful with my hand placement as I fall into step beside Ruth, resting my palm just above the base of her spine.
Just high enough to be demure, not quite low enough to be accused of feeling her ass. Although, I can’t wait to feel her ass.
“Aunty Roo,” a small voice says from over my shoulder. Ruth turns her head without breaking stride. “Why is that man’s hand on your bottom?”
One of the men behind me snorts, and I feel furious energy radiating from the other.
Unsurprisingly, Ruth’s brother—the man who held my hand so tight and shook it so hard I thought I’d end up with broken fingers—is the one glaring.
Cam, the one carrying the little girl on his hip, is trying his hardest not to laugh out loud at his daughter’s wide-eyed, innocent question.
Ruth’s eyebrows almost hit her hairline.
“It’s not on my bottom, Mae,” she chokes out. “It’s on my back. You know how sometimes Daddy puts his hand on Mama’s back?”
“Daddy touch Mama’s bottom,” Maisy answers seriously. The stuffed dinosaur is held tightly in a small fist and tucked under her chin. “Sometimes she not tell him to stop.”
Cam snorts again, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink, and this time, Jay’s chuckle follows.
“Busted,” he says lowly. “She’s got your number, bud.”
I snicker, and Ruth bumps me with her elbow, then soothes the jab with a wicked smile.
She’s fucking beautiful—but under the watchful eyes of her goddaughter and her brother, I daren’t touch her again.
Not until we’re alone. I settle for brushing my arm against hers as we make our way to Cam’s SUV, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder when I get to sit beside her in the back seat.
“That’s a cool dinosaur you got there, Maisy,” I say. It’s blue, slightly threadbare in patches, with a dirty face like he’s been cuddled and kissed for years.
“It’s Roger,” she says seriously. “He magic!”
“He’s magic, huh? Does he have any cool tricks?”
“He can fly!” Maisy’s face lights up in the prettiest grin as she waves her toy through the air. “Daddy, look! Roger flying!”
“He’s flyin’, huh?” Cam glances in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his daughter, lips twitching into a wide smile. “Better keep those windows closed so he doesn’t fly away!”
Maisy’s musical giggle becomes a hysterical shriek of laughter, and Ruth rests her head on my shoulder as she watches with soft eyes. I squeeze her shoulders. It feels good to have her back in my arms again.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I push Ruth against the door as soon as it closes behind us, sealing my lips to hers.
They’re as warm and pliant as they’ve ever been, and she opens for me immediately, rubbing her tongue against mine.
Fuck, I could come just from kissing Ruth Bevan.
There’s nothing quite like the way she mewls into my kiss, tiny whimpering breaths mingling with the dance of our tongues.
The way she sucks my lower lip into her mouth before releasing me for air.
I take a breath and latch my lips to her skin, trailing a hot line of kisses down her jaw to her throat.
“Want you naked,” she says between heavy breaths.
Needy, trembling hands fight with my belt buckle as I shrug my shirt off my shoulders.
“Want you inside me.” She pushes my jeans down over my hips.
With deft fingers, I unbutton her shorts and let them fall to her ankles, and then lift my lips from her skin just long enough to tug her tank top over her head before I return, sucking against the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.
She’s not even wearing a fucking bra. My hands move immediately to tease her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they’re pebbled and peaked beneath my fingertips.
I kiss a line over her shoulder and down to her tits, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the space between them and down to the apex of her thighs.
I’m eye-level with her pussy, and it’s glistening through wine-red lace, beckoning me. “Are you wearing these pretty panties for me?”
I look up to see Ruth nod, eyes fixed on me.
“I regret to inform you…” I press a kiss to her pussy through the lace before looking up, a wicked smirk on my lips. “You won’t be wearing them again.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband and with one calculated tug, the sound of tearing fabric fills the air between us.
I hook a hand beneath her thigh and lift it over my shoulder, pressing forward to taste her with the flat of my tongue.
My cock strains against my briefs as her taste explodes on my tongue, warm and tangy, sweet, and entirely fucking delicious.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly over my scalp.
Fuck, it’s almost too much. I leave one hand on her hip and the other falls to my cock, palming myself roughly through my underwear.
“Fuck,” Ruth says lowly. It comes out as a long, heavy exhale as I press the tip of my tongue against her clit. “Need you inside me, Ev.”
My god, I need that too. I press one last open-mouthed kiss to her pussy before I stand on shaky legs.
Ruth’s eyes rove my body shamelessly, and an appreciative smirk lifts her lips before she grabs my underwear and wrenches it down over my hips.
It doesn’t tear the way hers did, but I push them down further and kick them off my ankles before wrapping my hands around her thighs and lifting her.
“You ready for this, baby girl?” I murmur. “It’s not gonna be gentle.”
“Fuck me, Everett.”
I lower her onto my cock, slipping inside easily. A loud whimper falls from her lips as she locks her ankles behind my back, forcing me deeper. I press her back against the wall, steadying myself with one hand against the doorframe, and I tangle the other in her hair as we begin to move together.
She meets me thrust for frantic thrust, gasping out loud each time I pull out and sink all the way back in.
It’s been too long since we’ve been here, since we’ve been connected like this.
I don’t think I’ll last long. My hand isn’t nearly as good as this, and the way Ruth is tugging at my hair, scratching her nails over my skin, scraping her teeth over my jaw, is more than I can take.
It’s more than I remember it being. It’s just… more.
It’s everything.
“Fuck, baby girl. This is gonna be quick, honey.”
“Good,” she murmurs against my throat. “I don’t want a slow fuck. I want a good one.”
I unleash every part of me that’s missed her over the last few weeks.
I slam my hips against hers, my moans mixing with her cries as I pound into her.
She presses her feet into my ass, pulling me closer, deeper, and I’m losing myself in her as my entire body tightens, muscles tensing, white-hot heaviness spreading from the base of my spine.
It unfurls slowly at first, and then spreads like wildfire, buzzing through all four limbs and darkening my vision.
When Ruth clenches around me, muffling her scream with my shoulder, everything goes black, and I explode.
I rock against her as she milks me dry, heavy breaths mingling as we come down from the most intense high.
After a moment, she lifts her head to look at me, and I press my forehead to hers. A lazy, satisfied smile curls her lips and sparkles in her eyes.
And that’s when it hits me.
I’m gonna fucking marry this woman.