Chapter 4
EVAN
I couldn’t wait another second to taste those full, sassy lips. I’d been fantasizing all week about finally getting my hands and mouth on Stevie Devore, and I’d even emptied my balls only moments ago to the image of doing so.
Stevie let out a squeak of surprise when I leaned in and kissed him.
His eyes were as big as dinner plates, and his skin pinked up beautifully with a blush.
I slid my fingers along his smooth cheeks into his purple hair and held him still while I softened the kisses from ravenous, devouring ones to light, gentle pecks.
He smelled like a combination of a hundred different products, but underneath it all there was the familiar cinnamon sugar smell he always carried around because of his job at the bakery.
“I swear to god,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I could fucking eat you right now.”
“Ohmygod I’m gonna jizz my pants,” he croaked, bucking his hard-on against one of my thighs. “This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. I think the cat had rabies.”
“Not dreaming,” I said before kissing across his cheek to nibble his earlobe. “You taste like perfume. And sugar.”
“I… I… oh my god.”
His legs began to wobble, so I reached down and cupped his ass, pulling him up until his legs automatically wrapped around my waist. “We’re going inside. Tell me now if you don’t want to.”
“Hm?” Stevie’s nose nuzzled under my chin, tickling a little.
“Steven, do you want to come inside my house with me?”
“Uh-huh.”
My hands kneaded his tight ass cheeks through his skinny jeans, bringing him even closer against me. His cock poked my stomach, distracting the hell out of me. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted him screaming in pleasure. I wanted him goddamned naked and begging.
“Do you understand what that means? That you’re going to take off your clothes for me? Let me touch you?”
“Hm?”
I stopped sucking at his neck long enough to look at him. His pupils were blown, and he looked dazed.
“Sweetheart, I want to get you naked in my bed. I want to bury myself in your body and make you come so hard you pass out. And then I want to keep you here all night so I can do it again and again as often as you’ll let me. Do you understand?”
“Huh?”
He was so goddamned cute, kiss-drunk and brain-dead from arousal. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I wanted to snuggle the shit out of him too. The man was like a drug, and I couldn’t get a deep enough toke despite already being very high on him.
I made my way through the front door and into the main room, laying him down on the giant leather sectional sofa and then kneeling beside him to cup his face and make eye contact with him.
“You’re so bright and beautiful,” I breathed before I could think of what I’d really meant to say.
“I’m dreaming, but please, Chief… please don’t wake me up.” His eyes were wide and hopeful, a tiny crease of worry between them.
“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart. But I don’t want to start something if—”
“Shit! The cat! We just left him out there,” Stevie said, seeming to shake himself out of his stupor, at least partway.
“Baby, that was a raccoon. It needs to stay outside.”
Now his crease of worry turned into a deeper one of confusion. “A raccoon?”
I nodded. “I assume you’re talking about the animal Sassy tossed at us before she left?”
“That was my new cat.”
“No. That was a wild animal.” I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare risk upsetting him or making him feel stupid in any way. “It had stripes. And a black mask.”
“Yeah. I was going to name it Zorro…”
Okay, I couldn’t hold back anymore. After sitting on the sofa and pulling him into my lap, I howled with laughter. “You are seriously the most unique, exquisite creature I’ve ever met, Stevie Devore.”
He shifted around until he was straddling me with his arms around my neck. His purple hair, which was currently long on top and shaved on the sides, was messy from my greedy fingers earlier.
“I have to go to work,” he said hesitantly. “But… I…”
“I thought you had Thursday afternoons off?” I interrupted.
“No, my other job. The night shift one at the hospital.”
My fingers found their way into his hair again.
“What hospital job?” I didn’t like the idea of him working the night shift at all.
Bad shit happened overnight. Roads were way more dangerous in the middle of the night.
I’d responded to too many grisly accidents to be okay with him on the roads that late at night.
“Why are you frowning?”
“What hospital job?” I repeated.
“I run the coffee cart. Not sure whether you’re aware of this or not, but working the front counter at a bakery doesn’t exactly keep a girl in high heels and makeup. So I supplement.”
His eyes skittered away from mine as he said it, and I realized the second job wasn’t for something so frivolous as extra baubles and styling products.
“How much do you need?” I asked.
He began to climb off me, but I wrapped my arms tighter around him until he settled.
“Nothing. It’s fine. Things are just extra tight right now since my brother isn’t around to help anymore. I have a new job starting this weekend that will cover it anyway.”
“Let me help you,” I insisted. While we’d been dancing around each other for months, now that I had him here, in my home and in my arms, I wanted to take care of him. I didn’t want him to want for anything if it was in my power to give it to him.
“What… what is this, Ch… Evan? Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even like me.”
I pulled one arm from around his back so I could trace his puffy bottom lip with my thumb. The skin of his jaw was baby smooth, and I wondered if he could even grow a full beard yet. He was so damned young.
“Not true,” I said, my voice deeper and rougher than I’d intended. “I do like you. In fact, I like you very, very much, Stevie.”
His eyes nearly popped out of his head in surprise.
“That’s not possible. You’re… you.” He gestured to me as if it were obvious.
“And I’m… all this.” He gestured first to the bright yellow sweater set he wore that seemed to be covered in raccoon hairs.
Then he indicated his face that could only be described as kiss-roughened and lip-gloss-smeared. He was stunning as usual.
I lifted a brow at him.
Stevie suddenly gasped. “You’re drunk! Oh my god,” he said, scrambling off me and backing away until he ran into the wall with a squeak.
His accusing index finger jabbed at the air.
“You’re on something. What is it? Should I call an ambulance?
Should I call the fire house? I could call Luanne at the sheriff’s—”
“Please come back,” I said as calmly as I could manage.
Seeing him next to the umbrella stand that held walking sticks and a golf umbrella reminded me just how small he was, and that fired up every protective instinct I’d ever had for the young man.
“I want to hold you so badly. I’ve been waiting a long time to touch you, sweetheart.
And I’m neither drunk nor high. Come here. ”
He took a hesitant step closer. “You sure? Because you’ve never even flirted with me before.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I slid off the couch and began knee walking toward him. “What do you call my daily visits to Sugar Britches?”
Stevie tried to take a step back again, but the wall was still there. “I call that needing a caffeine fix.”
I fell onto my hands and crawled the rest of the way. “I prefer soda.”
“You do?” he asked in a whisper, freezing where he stood in utter disbelief.
“Seeing you is what really starts my day and boosts my heart rate,” I murmured as I reached him and ran the side of my face up the leg of his jeans. “Not the coffee.”
His hands threaded into my hair. “You’re like a lumberjack mixed with a silver fox.”
“Let me suck you off.” I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He needed to be naked. His cock needed to be on my tongue and in my throat. Right now.
Stevie was panting, breaths pulling in and out of him quickly. I noticed his hands tremble against my scalp.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Please.”