Chapter 23 #2
Okaaay… I remembered what Evers had said in the car.
Griffen's family owned half the town. If they owned half the town I'd bet they owned The Inn at Sawyers Bend.
That wasn't just a Griffen look-alike, but one of his brothers or cousins.
Someone so closely related they looked almost exactly like him.
Weird.
Weird, and not my business. Whatever had sent Griffen from this town, however pretty and quaint it was, it must have been bad. Sawyers Bend was a little spot of paradise dropped in the beauty of the mountains. If Griffen had left, he must have had a good reason.
Part of me was dying to know what that reason was, but if the Sinclairs hadn't been able to ferret out the information, I was out of luck.
Leaving the restaurant behind, we followed the bellhop across the rear terrace and down a stone path, past a series of cottages built in the same stone-and-timber style as the inn itself, accented with dark red awnings at the windows that matched the employees' jackets and the awning over the front entrance.
At the end of the path, the sounds of the Inn and Main Street faded away, replaced by the babble of the river. The Honeymoon Cottage looked like the others but was set a little apart, just as private as advertised.
The bellhop opened the door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. In contrast to the stone and timber of the exterior, the inside of the cottage was bright white, fresh and crisp, from the fluffy white couches flanking the pale gray stone fireplace to the crystal chandelier.
Through an open door, I spotted the bedroom with its wide king size bed and more white—a thick duvet and mounds of pillows.
The bellhop walked us through the small cottage pointing out the bathroom, an expanse of white marble, and the bedroom with its white-beamed vaulted ceiling and oversized bed.
He opened the French doors beside the fireplace and flicked on the light in the screened-in porch overlooking the river.
Main Street wasn't far away, but here on the porch of the honeymoon cottage, we might have been in the middle of nowhere.
The bellhop handed us the room service menu before he helped a newly-arrived bellhop deliver the bags we'd left in the back of the SUV.
Evers slipped them both a discreet tip and they disappeared, leaving us alone.
Evers crossed the room and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his body.
"I want to forget about dinner and take you to bed right now, but we'll regret it when the restaurant closes and we're starving. This is a small town. I doubt they have a twenty-four-hour grocery store."
"Good point," I said, tugging at his shirt, pulling it free to slide my hand beneath and press my palm to his warm skin.
I was starving. Even upside down from my crazy day I knew that I needed food, but my deepest hunger was for Evers.
I took the menu from his hand and scanned it quickly before handing it back. "Steak, medium rare. Loaded baked potato. Chocolate cheesecake."
Evers pressed a hard kiss to my mouth. "That sounds like heaven."
Releasing me, he went to the phone in the kitchen and placed our order, two of the same except for the dessert. Evers ordered himself raspberry cheesecake. I hoped he planned on sharing.
I heard him say, "About how long do you think you’ll be?" Then, "Perfect."
He hung up the phone and stalked across the room toward me, his eyes hot and determined.
"They said twenty minutes. What do you think we can do with twenty minutes?"
We could do a hell of a lot with twenty minutes.
I reached under my arm for the zipper of my dress and whipped it down. Evers' eyes flared. I turned to dash into the bedroom, yanking the dress over my head and letting it fly.
Without warning, he lifted me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced, landing legs splayed, one sandal hanging off my toe, my breasts spilling out of my bra.
Evers stood at the foot of the bed, rapidly shedding his clothes. It didn't take me long to get rid of my underwear and toss off my sandals. I hadn't been naked with Evers in so long. Almost two months. A lifetime.
The library didn't count. Evers had managed to get all of his clothes off, but I'd just pushed mine out of the way. Not that I was complaining about spur of the moment library sex with Evers, but this—a big, wide bed and total privacy—was so much better.
Rushed library sex hadn't come close to banking the heat between us.
The whole strip club thing had only fanned the flames.
Evers was hard before his pants hit the floor. I expected him to pounce, but he reached out and closed his hands around my calves, sliding me to the end of the bed.
Bending over, he leaned in, his shoulders spreading my legs, baring me completely. If it hadn't been so long, if I hadn't wanted him so much, I might have been embarrassed.
I had no room for that now. Evers traced a finger from one hipbone to the other, then down between my legs and up again, stopping to draw a circle around my clit, his touch so light my hips moved of their own volition, seeking out more.
"Tease," I accused. His ice-blue eyes lit with devilish amusement as he flicked his tongue across my clit, his fingers dropping to slide the tiniest bit inside. His touch set every nerve in my body alight.
I needed more. Not the slow long buildup—I'd already had that over the last two months. The last few days. The last few hours.
I wanted Evers, hard and hungry and inside me. Right now.
Shifting my legs, I wrapped them around his back and pulled.
His eyes flared in surprise.
I wasn't passive during sex, but I wasn't usually aggressive either.
The clock was ticking. We were running out of time before someone would knock on the door of our hideaway. I didn't want to wait.
Evers placed his palms on my inner thighs, pressing them open. His lips feathering against my most sensitive skin he said, "You don't like that? You just want me to fuck you? Right now?"
He punctuated his question with a hard suck to my clit, sending a bolt of white-hot ecstasy up my spine to detonate in my brain.
All I could say was, "Yes. Please, yes. I want you to fuck me. Right now. You can tease me later."
Evers didn't answer with words.
Evers answered with his mouth, but he didn't use words.
He sucked again, driving one finger and then two in my pussy as he worked my clit, sending me from hot and aroused to trembling and begging in seconds.
My hips rocked into his mouth and fingers, short, choppy moans coming from my throat. I teetered on the edge of orgasm, almost falling over. He rose above me. His cock pressed slowly inside, filling me until I wanted to cry with the sheer pleasure of Evers joined to me. A part of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on, eyes closed tight at the stretch and pressure, the exquisite slide as he pulled back and slammed in, driving me over the edge.
He did exactly as I asked and fucked me hard, riding me through my orgasm, my nails digging grooves into his shoulders, my mouth pressed to his neck. The pulses of pleasure went on until it was too much, my body too sensitive for more.
Just when I thought my brain would short out from the overload of sensation, Evers stiffened as the wave took him under, too.
Just in time.
Only moments after we separated, the expected knock fell on the door. I scrambled for the bathroom while Evers grabbed a robe and answered the door.
I could take a break for food. As long as I could have Evers for dessert.