Chapter 10 Evie
EVIE
When I wake up, I don’t recognize the feel of the mattress beneath me. I open my eyes to a foreign ceiling and instantly go tense.
Where am I?
I sit up, but then it hits me—Dawson’s manly musk hits me like a revelation. All the events of last night come rushing back to me in an instant. Dinner, dessert…
…what happened on the couch.
I reach down between my legs, feeling the ache he left me with.
I’m not a virgin anymore. I have a man. A man who cares about me, who took his time with me because he knew I needed it. Yet at the same time, he showed me that I needed him.
Smiling, I glance beside me, expecting to see him lying there in all his glory. But to my surprise, the bed is empty. No Dawson.
Without warning, my anxiety floods back, and I start spiraling.
Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Did he just up and leave? Is this even his house? I’ve seen one too many movies where a girl sleeps with a guy she thinks is cool and then it turns out he was just playing her the whole time.
Maybe I was too awkward last night. Too needy. Maybe I came on too strong and said too many things that made me seem like I wasn’t innocent…
Maybe he thinks I lied to him about that.
“Oh God,” I mutter, reaching for my phone. I’m in the middle of texting an SOS to Reese when the door opens and Dawson walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of sexy briefs and carrying a tray holding coffee and breakfast.
He’s smiling, but when he sees me with my phone in my hand, it’s clear he knows exactly what I’m doing. And his face drops.
My cheeks blush painfully as I look at the floor.
Dawson sets the tray on the bed and sits down beside me.
I’m panting hard, but he drapes his arm over my shoulder and pulls me close.
“Match my breath,” he tells me. Unlike mine, his is slow and steady.
I do as I’m told, and after a minute or two, I’m feeling less like I want to throw up.
“Now tell me what just happened in your head.”
“I…I’m so embarrassed,” I tell him, doing my best to explain to him all the silly thoughts that just invaded my mind. He’s going to realize any second that I’m not worth the effort. That I’m just a crazy girl who never had a man and will never be able to keep one.
But Dawson listens, his eyes focused on me like he genuinely cares, while I wait for the hammer to drop. “My brain…it just keeps telling me that I’m not good enough,” I whisper. “That you’re going to leave me any second.”
Dawson lifts my chin, making me look into his eyes.
“Your brain is lying to you, Evie,” he says firmly. “You should know that I only say things I mean, and when I say I want you, that’s exactly what I mean.”
I’ve never opened up to anyone like this before. Not even Reese. Of course she knows most things about me, but we usually joke and tease each other. But when I speak to Dawson, it’s like I’m baring my soul.
“Dawson—”
“Move in with me,” he says, catching me off guard. I smile. He must be kidding. But his face doesn’t budge.
“You’re…serious?”
“I told you, Evie, I mean what I say. And I want you to move in with me.”
A nervous laugh escapes me. I stare back at him, slowly processing, waiting for him to poke me in the side and tell me he’s just kidding. But that doesn’t happen. He just looks at me, like he’s waiting for an answer he knows will come.
“You’re crazy,” I tell him. “You’ve only known me for a few days—”
“Maybe.” He grins. “Come and live with me, Evie. Let me take care of you.”
Take care of you…
I had to admit, it’s a very attractive idea. More than attractive. I already feel like a princess with him even asking me. I can’t imagine how incredible it would be to have him actually be my protector, my boyfriend…
…my daddy.
But at the same time, is it moving too fast? There’s still the voice in the back of my head telling me to take my time. Not give up my freedom.
“I…I’ll have to think about it,” I finally say. My chest tightens. I so do not want to disappoint him.
He nods slowly, then gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You can think about it here. Tonight. Now eat up. I told you I’m a Michelin star chef.”
Laughing, I dig into the fluffy pancakes with blueberry syrup and bacon. They’re incredible, as is the coffee. Dawson definitely has skills and incredible taste.
While I eat, he showers, and I can’t help but feel that tingling urge between my legs that I always feel when I wake up. Normally, I would find Charles in my drawer and satisfy it, but not today. Not here.
In fact, it feels wrong to even think about Charles. I know he’s an inanimate object, but if I were to use him, it would be like cheating.
Dawson has wormed his way into me and locked on. Even if I wanted to escape now, would I be able to?
When he emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, water dripping from his muscular, half-naked frame, my lust peaks. It doesn’t help that I’m completely naked beneath the sheets either.
I watch as he moves closer, tossing the towel. His cock swings between his legs like a baseball bat, making my mouth water.
My legs instantly spread as he climbs onto the bed. He pulls the sheets aside, and I draw a deep breath as he goes down.
“Wait,” I tell him. I don’t know why, but it’s the first word out of my mouth.
But Dawson knows better. I don’t really want him to wait, and he knows this. And instead of holding back, he fulfills my desires.
His warm breath on my folds causes my body to jerk. His hands on my hips keep me pinned as he finds my slit with his tongue. Moisture spills out of me, coating his chin as he works his magic on me.
The sheets soak beneath me. His saliva slides down, coating my asshole as he finds my clit and sucks it gently. I nearly spasm and cry out his name.
I feel his lips twist into a smile, but he keeps his tongue on my special spot, and in no time has me going over the edge.
“Daddy…” I moan. “I’m coming.”
My hips buck against his strength as he holds me tight. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump back on the bed, lost in the bliss of the moment. Tenderly, he kisses his way up my belly, pausing at my breasts before finding my mouth.
I taste myself on him, which turns me on even more. He’s bringing me places I never even dreamt of going.
I spread my legs, and he slides inside. The satisfaction of the stretch is mind-numbing, and I give myself over to him fully as he pumps his hips and takes me.
Time seems to slow and speed up at the same time as I’m rocked by his rhythm. I explore his body as he kisses me all over. He’s making love to me but in a way that makes me feel beautifully filthy for him.
Wanting him to come so badly, I start to whisper in his ear, finding more confidence than I had last night. “Come in me, Daddy. I want to feel you fill me up.”
“You want my hot cum?” he growls, going so deep that pain starts to mix with the pleasure. It only drives me closer to the edge.
“Yes, give it to me,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his solid waist.
His hand finds my throat, and he squeezes, applying just the right amount of pressure as he goes off.
Feeling his cock flex in me ignites my passions. My orgasm rocks me from head to toe, and I cry out, tears rolling down my cheeks in disbelief. How can this be happening? How can he be so incredible?
I can already feel it. The beginning of an addiction. I want more, more, more.
And not from a toy, either. From a man.
From this man.
“That’s what it will be like,” he whispers, kissing me tenderly. “Every morning, every night, and any chance in between.”
He stands, and I lie beneath him, drinking in his gorgeous good looks. I watch as he dresses, throwing on some khakis and a worn dress shirt.
“You look sexy,” I mutter.
He smirks, comes over, and kisses me on the forehead. “Be here when I get back, baby.”
The way he talks to me…so sexy.
I watch in awe as he leaves the room, listening to every sound he makes as he goes out to the truck. And I have to admit—when he leaves, I feel a sense of loss.
I take a long, slow, hot shower, and when I come back to the bedroom, I see an assortment of girls’ clothes on the dresser that I hadn’t even noticed before.
Sweats, T-shirts, blouses. All brand new and all totally my style.
I smile, realizing how much attention he’s been paid to what I’ve been wearing.
There’s a handwritten note on top.
Make yourself at home.
Blushing, I slide into a pair of mauve sweats and a loose vintage T-shirt. I’m just about to take the dishes downstairs when I hear a banging at the front door.
“Evie! Evie are you alive!?” Reese. Of course she’s here. I glance at my phone and see I’ve got nine missed calls from her and countless texts. “One of you open the damn door!”
Smiling, I grab the tray and race downstairs. “Coming!” I open the door just as she’s about to knock again. She looks at me and frowns.
“What, you don’t answer your phone now?”
“I’m sorry,” I reply. “I’ve been…busy.”
Quickly, I turn and head to the kitchen. She follows me in. I set the tray on the counter and start to do the dishes, but she grabs me by the shoulders and forces me to look at her.
“There’s something…different about you,” she says, eyeing me like a detective. Before I can even respond, her eyes go wide. “You had sex!”
“I…” My tongue freezes in my mouth, and I quickly turn back to the sink and start scrubbing the plates. But Reese isn’t having it. She grabs me again and tugs me over to the table. I plonk down in a chair and let my hair fall over my face.
“Spill,” she insists. “I want to know everything.”
Normally, I have no problem telling Reese everything. But this time, it actually takes me a minute to start sharing. But once she hears that I actually lost my virginity, her jaw drops.
“I knew you’d like him, but oh my God, girl!”
Giddy, I nod and bite my lower lip. “I know, he’s just so…” I squeeze the air in front of me, wishing I had his muscles there to grab on to. I moan and slump back in my chair, trying not to let myself be overwhelmed by thoughts of what we did this morning.
“He’s good for you.” Reese nods, looking like a proud parent. “Aren’t you glad I gave him your number now?”
“Glad? I owe you forever,” I laugh.
The day drags on after Reese leaves. I clean every room of the house to keep myself busy. It doesn’t really need it. Turns out Dawson keeps his place tidy. But I want to do it for him.
It makes me feel good. Domestic. Like a girlfriend. Which is something I’ve never been before. And I just can’t wait for him to come home to a clean kitchen, clean counters, and freshly mopped floors.
Oh, and to a half-naked me lying in his bed.
Or is it our bed now?
My body is buzzing when I hear him downstairs. I picture him kicking off his boots, looking at my handiwork and smiling. As I hear his footsteps coming up, I try to position myself in a sexy way.
But I just end up feeling stupid.
Thankfully, when he enters the room, his eyes light up, and he instantly comes over to me.
Brushing the sheet away, he runs his rough palm up my thigh and over my hip, causing goosebumps to break out all over me. “Miss me?” he asks, oozing confidence as he smiles down at me.
“Yes,” I murmur, pursing my lips for his kiss. It’s amazing such an enormous man can be so gentle.
His eyes flicker to the bedside table where I’ve left my purse, and a bolt of panic shoots through me.
Then, as he reaches for it, all hell breaks loose inside me.
“Dawson, wait. Don’t!”
But it’s too late. He’s already pulling Charles from my bag.
My stomach sinks. Guilt sweeps through me as he holds it out in front of me, one eyebrow raised. My private, discrete secret, discovered by the man I’m falling for. “Why, Evie?”
I don’t know what to say. “I…I’m just used to bringing him with me. I didn’t use him, though!”
I search his face for signs of disappointment, expecting them. But they don’t come. He twists the base, and Charles begins to hum. I blush and cover my face, but I look back when I hear him chuckle.
“So this is what you’ve been using instead of me?”
“Sadly,” I confess. He smiles, turns Charles off, and stuffs him in a drawer.
“You don’t need him anymore, Evie. You have me.”
My heart blossoms.
I don’t need to be afraid anymore. Don’t need to be ashamed.
Dawson has me. And he’s all I need.