Chapter 4
EVERLEE - MAKING UP… FOR LOST TIME
My throat closes, trapping every word I might have said. Mouth falling open, I blink twice, as if the man in front of me is a blurred image I’m trying to bring into focus.
“Everlee,” he says in a low, sultry voice as his thumb gently caresses my cheekbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Callum,” I breathe, reflexively pressing into his hand. “I should have known…”
He chuckles as his eyes settle on my face. “You kissed me first,” he defends.
I push against him, his hard muscles twitching under my palm. “I don’t think so, buddy. You kissed my neck.”
He lets out a low hum, tilting his head to the side with a flirtatious grin that makes my chest tighten. “I suppose that’s true.”
I can’t help but smile as I stare at him. He’s just as sexy as the last time I saw him, with maybe a few more strands of silver threaded through his dark hair.
“Are you here with Rich?” The inflection in his voice when he says Rich makes me smile.
“No. Some guy brought us up for his friend's birthday. Turned out to be Dick’s, and he invited us to stay for the free drinks.”
He hums, grabbing my hand and guiding me over to a booth in the corner. I catch Lizzy’s eye, so she knows where I am, and her face glows with a shit-eating grin.
“How have you been?” he asks, sitting beside me, with his hand comfortably resting on my upper thigh.
“Good,” I answer breathlessly. “You?”
His eyes lock on me, like he’s straining to hear the thoughts I’m trying so hard not to think.
The truth.
That I’ve been absolutely miserable these last few months.
He gives my leg a gentle squeeze, causing heat to race across my skin as my stomach twists into knots. “I’ve been better,” he admits, and I can’t help but wonder if I have something to do with that.
Shrugging, I admit, “I guess I’ve been better, as well.”
His hand slides further up my leg, and a wanting breath escapes from between my lips, but he stops.
“Callum,” I cry softly, begging him to continue. I want to feel his touch. Feel his lips.
“Everlee,” his voice cracks.
He looks torn, so I place my hand on the side of his cheek and his eyes close slowly, savoring the feel of my touch. He turns his lips and presses them against the palm of my hand. “God, I miss the taste of you,” he mumbles, more to himself than to me.
“So… fix it.” I encourage.
His eyes shoot to mine as he holds my gaze for a moment.
“Come with me.” He stands, pulling me from the booth, and makes his way towards a door nestled in the corner.
The beat of the music matches the thumping in my chest. He pulls his retractable ID from his clip and swipes it against the pad, and pushes the door open.
As soon as he pulls me in, he presses me against the door as his lips eagerly take mine.
His hands tangle in my hair as need consumes him, like he can’t get enough of my feel.
A moan escapes as my hands feverishly rake across his body, sliding his jacket off and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“Everlee,” he warns, his hands holding my wrists.
“Please. Just this once. I need you.”
He swallows and moves his hands back to my corset and unties the ribbons in the front before painfully unhooking each of the clasps. I slip his shirt off and pull back from our kiss so I can admire his beautifully tattooed torso. I kiss his chest and hear him suck in a breath between his teeth.
His hands continue with the hooks. So many fucking hooks! I unhook the ones between my legs and slide the corset the rest of the way down. I’m standing in front of him completely naked, seconds later.
“Fuck Everlee. You’re a goddamn vision.” He moves in quickly and takes a breast in his mouth, while his hand cups the other. “And I see no panties again,” he says in between switching breasts.
“Didn’t really go with the outfit.”
“Do they ever?” he chuckles, dropping to his knees and throwing my leg over his shoulder. A second later, his tongue swipes up my pussy from back to front before he plunges his tongue in.
“Callum,” I moan out, pressing my back against the door, eyes fluttering up to the ceiling as the muscles in my body clench.
“I’ve missed your moans too.”
“I’ve missed your mouth on my pussy,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He wraps his arms around me tightly and stands up, sliding me up the door.
Throwing my other leg over his shoulder, I grip his head as he carries me to the couch, mesmerized by the ripple of the muscles in his back with each step.
He lies back, so my knees press into the couch beside his cheeks.
“Fuck my face, Everlee.”
A shiver runs through my body as I move my hips, relishing the sensation of his tongue exploring me.
His groans of pleasure urge me to move faster, while his hand reaches around my leg to find my clit.
The gentle pressure as he rubs in circles electrifies me to the core, like he’s flipped a switch inside of me.
“Fuck Callum.” I’m so close. My hands grip into his hair as I continue to gyrate on his face.
BEEP!
We freeze.
The door unlocks.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
My clothes are across the room, and there’s nothing I can use to cover myself.
“Callum? Have you seen Ever—”
Jax.
Fuck me. He looks as hot as ever.
He closes the door and looks at us, a smile tugging at his lips. “I guess that answers my question. Enjoying yourself, love?”
“Yes.” I nod, removing my hands from my chest.
His teeth scrape across his bottom lip as his eyes rake across my naked body.
Feeling extra bold and high on desire, I ask, “Do you want to watch or do you want to join?”
“What do you want?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
Smiling, I say, “I want your cock in my mouth while Callum fucks my pussy.”
“I see your mouth isn’t any less filthy,” Jax says, running his hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
“No.” I rock on Callum’s face again as he continues rubbing my clit. Running my hands over my breasts, I look at the ceiling and moan out. “I’m going to come, Callum.” I was almost there before the door opened, and now having Jax watch me is like adding fuel to the fire.
When I look at Jax, his eyes are almost animalistic. Wild.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
Callum grabs both of my legs, pulling me down onto his face, tongue spearing me as I ride out my orgasm.
The seductive, wet sounds of my juices unleash a torrent of desire within me, much like a dam breaking free.
My heart pounds and my body is on fire as he holds me there, eagerly lapping all he can as my pussy pulses around his tongue.
“I’ve fucking missed you,” I growl, pushing off his face.
“Samesies,” Jax says, walking over with his hand stroking his cock.
“Ass.” Climbing off Callum, I meet Jax in the middle of the room. I shove against his hard chest, but he grabs me by the throat, his eyes locked on mine before he claims my mouth with his. He pushes us towards Callum, who’s waiting on the couch, slowly stroking himself.
Jax pulls away from our kiss, but his hand remains clamped under my jaw. “I can’t wait to feel your lips around my cock. It’s missed you.” He kisses me one more time, then drops his hand.
“Do you have a condom?” I turn to Callum. “I don’t need your come dripping down my leg the rest of the night.”
It’s been two months without them and yet it feels like it’s been days… hours even. Slipping right in where we left off. Everything just feels so right, so natural. Even from the second I felt Callum’s hand on me on the dance floor before I knew it was him.
He smiles. “I guess.” He flicks his hand up with a condom pressed between his index and middle fingers and says, while slipping it on, “Though I would love for everyone to see I just fucked you.”
With a surge of desire and need, I climb onto his lap and settle down on him. His cock drives deep into my body. Filling me. Stretching me. But he feels like pure heaven.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he groans, fingers tightening around my ass as he guides me up and down his shaft.
“I’ve not had sex in a while,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Then let’s give you all we have tonight.
” He lifts me off just enough before slamming me back onto his cock, jutting up with his hips at the same time.
Pleasure shoots through me as my vision pulses, and a moan erupts from my lips.
My head falls back as he continues to thrust deep inside of me, making my entire body sing the only way these men can.
“You feel so good.” I whimper, running my fingers over my body.
Jax catches my attention as he moves to the side of the couch while he watches his brother fuck me. His hand is wrapped tight around his cock, slowly pumping, biting his bottom lip.
“Everlee. I want that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”
A zing shoots up my spine as I pull my lower lip into my mouth.
“Brother,” Jax urges.
“Yes, yes.” He lifts me off his cock and rotates me so I’m on my knees, facing Jax. Callum’s hands grip my hips, and he doesn’t wait a second longer than he has to before he slams back into me, stealing my breath.
Jax lifts my chin with his index finger, eyes burning into mine. His finger traces a path to my lips where he presses it in, and I close my eyes and suck. He blows a deep breath from his nose and pulls his finger away. When I open my eyes and meet his, I swear I almost come off his look alone.
He takes a step forward, never saying a word. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I run my tongue up the underside before swirling it around the tip, licking the beaded arousal. I suck just the head into my mouth, while I continue to rock on Callum, savoring the taste and feel of them both.
This is definitely not how I pictured my night going.
“You’re teasing me,” Jax growls.