5. Evie #2
“Stop asking me that.” Then I sank down, taking him inch by beautiful inch, because I wanted to. Because this was my choice. I chose Burke.
His moan of pleasure spurred me on, and within minutes I was coming undone, bouncing in his lap, gripping the headboard behind him and thanking all the gods in the universe that sex hadn’t been ruined for me forever. I could still enjoy it. I could still orgasm. I could still be the old me.
But I wasn’t done.
Not by a longshot.
I’d always been able to have more than one orgasm, and I could definitely feel more of them brewing inside of my belly. Warm, tingly and throbbing.
Up and down, I bobbed in Burke’s lap, riding him, rubbing my clit against his lower belly, and dangling my nipples in front of his mouth.
“Suck them,” I breathed. “Please.”
Cupping my breast with his free hand, he brought the achy bud to his lips and pulled it into his mouth until I cried out and tipped my head back.
“Again.”
He did it again, then moved over to the other one, delivering the same loveliness.
“Look,” he said gruffly, jerking his chin toward the mirror behind us. “Look how fucking sexy and powerful you look right now, Evie.”
Craning my neck, I watched as I lifted up onto my knees then sank back down, taking him all the way.
The long line of my naked back, the roundness of my butt cheeks on his thighs, the way my hair fell in thick dark waves.
I was sexy. I hadn’t felt sexy in a very long time.
If anything, since the attack, I’d done everything to hide myself.
To cover up and conceal all my favorite parts of my body.
No more.
“The way my cock disappears inside of you,” he said with a low moan. “The feel of your hot, tight little cunt.”
Oooh, normally, I wasn’t a fan of that word, but hearing it from Burke’s lips just made me wetter and turned me on even more. “Say that again.”
“What? Your hot, tight little cunt?”
“Yeah.” Oh god, I was close. So freaking close.
“I love the way your hot, tight little cunt feels around my cock. Squeezing it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. So fucking strong and powerful, Evie. You’re a goddess.”
“Are you close?” I whimpered.
“So fucking close.”
“Oh thank god!” Then I shattered. I fucking shattered into a trillion itty bitty little pieces of myself, all over the bed, all over Burke, all over the room.
I’d never be able to pick them all up, even if I tried.
But a part of me didn’t want to. Those pieces left behind were the pieces I no longer needed.
The scared pieces. The violated pieces. The pieces that didn’t fit and really never did.
As my body convulsed with each ransacking wave of my orgasm, Burke stilled beneath me, pressed his forehead to mine, and let out the sexiest grunt I’d ever heard in my life before he found his release.
His cock pulsed inside me, enhancing the last tremors of my climax.
I squeezed my muscles around him even tighter, hoping he could feel that and it made his orgasm better.
By the time I could think straight, he was on the downward side of his release, sighing in relief and pressing kisses across my forehead.
I sat there, with him inside of me for a long moment, just soaking it all in.
This man had kept me safe. He kept me sane. And now, he’d help perform not only an exorcism but a resuscitation. Because until now, a part of me, a big, important part of me, was dead. Or at least I thought it was.
He helped me remove the condom, and I tied it off and took it to the bathroom to dispose of it in the trash. Then he welcomed me back to the bed, where we snuggled up together under the covers.
“Hand me half that panini,” he said.
“Did you work up an appetite?” I handed him the larger half and took a bite of the smaller half myself.
“It’s wrong to say yes considering you did all the work, and I just sat there and reaped the benefits.”
That made me snort a laugh. “I think it worked out.”
“Just know, I won’t always be like this. I’m actually a very generous lover. Very attentive. I get down and dirty. Just you wait, give me a couple of weeks and I’ll show you what I’m really like in bed.”
Mid-chew, I glanced up at him. “A couple of weeks?”
Realizing what he’d just said, all the color drained from his face. “Uh …”
His expression was crazy-cute, so was the way he squirmed uncomfortably. “John William Burke, are you saying you want this to be more than just this?”
His nostrils flared, and he set the panini down on the plate that balanced on his lap. “Yeah, I am. I know we just met, but you know more about me than most. And you said I know more about you than most. That has to mean something, right?”
“Okaaay …”
Worry flickered in the copper of his eyes. “Unless you’re looking to play the field and I’m throwing a wrench in your plans of taking back your life?”
That made me snicker and shake my head. “No plans.”
“I don’t know how we could make it work since I live on San Camanez and you live in Oregon, but I’d like to try. I really like you, Evie. I know I said this before, but your strength is just … it’s inspiring and … fuck, it’s a huge turn on.”
I glanced down at his lap. Was he getting hard again already? We’d have to call down to the front desk and have them send up some condoms.
“I like you too,” I finally said. “And … I’m not set on Oregon. I just wanted to stay on the coast and get away from Track.”
His eyes lit up. “I have a spare room at my cabin on the island.”
That made me smile. “I know. I stayed there.”
“It could be your craft room, or whatever. I’m sure we could find you a job on San Camanez. Doing whatever. Or you could work remotely and consult. Maybe you could work with Gabrielle to help more women like you.”
“I wasn’t there long, but I really did like the island. It felt very peaceful.”
“I’m not sure I could live anywhere else at this point.”
My lips twisted as I thought about his offer, particularly the sweet part about turning his second bedroom into my craft room. Because of course we’d share a bedroom. “I’d like to see if Gabrielle needs help,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip.
As if her ears were burning at the mention of her name, my phone started ringing on the nightstand and Gabrielle’s name popped up.
“Speak of the devil,” I said, answering it and putting it on speaker.
“So, the guys who attacked you this morning sang like canaries in a coal mine and sold-out Wyndham Croft as soliciting their hitman services. Wyndham has been taken into custody. We’re not out of the woods yet, but I’m pushing for no bail considering that he’s just going to do it again and try to take you out.
Lie low in the hotel for a few days until we get things sorted. ”
“Holy shit,” I said.
“Yeah. I’m putting together a team, a task force so to speak, of female lawyers across the country and we’re going to take the Croft’s down. All of them. Father and the two remaining sons. More women are starting to come forward.”
Maybe it was the orgasms that helped with the clarity, but the smile that came over my face made my cheeks hurt. “Do you guys need money to fund this?”
“Um, yes, we do. A lot of us would be doing it pro-bono, but we’ll need to fly some of the witnesses out to testify. Why?”
“Because the two hundred grand plus interest sitting in my account would go a long way to helping those women, don’t you think?”
I could hear the smile in Gabrielle’s voice. “I do think.”
“Done. I’ll have the money transferred to whatever account you email me.”
“You sound like you’re doing okay after today. Burke’s taking care of you?”
I glanced at my knight in a shining sling. “He is. We’re great. Just having lunch and watching a movie.”
“Good. And you’re okay to hang out at the hotel for a few days?”
A sexy smile curled Burke’s lip. “I think we’re more than okay.”
“Perfect. I’ll touch base with you soon. Thanks, Evie. You did a great job.”
“Thank you, Gabrielle.”
We disconnected the call, and I beamed at Burke. “This is amazing.”
He reached up and gripped me by the back of the neck, his pinky resting against my neck. “You’re amazing, Evie Sanchez.”
I kissed him, breathless and deliriously happy when I spoke again. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, John William Burke.”