Chapter 17 #2
“Does that mean you want this too?” he asks. “Even though…?”
He doesn’t have to put it into words. Everything standing between us already lives in a list in the back of my mind: he’s older, my boss, and my brother’s best friend. None of it matters.
“I want you.” I step closer. The cabin is small enough that I don’t have to move far, but it still feels like there are miles between us.
“In what way?” His breath comes out ragged. “Because I need you, Evie. What I feel for you—it’s not sex for me. It’s not physical. I’m not the type who wants something strictly physical. How do you think I spent so long alone?”
“How long have you been alone?” My brows furrow.
“Ten years.” He hesitates. “I’m demisexual. I don’t—”
Everything clicks into place. Everett assumed Theo was emotionally unavailable, and maybe he is, but I wonder if my brother knows this. Probably not. My bisexual, hippie brother would surely be more understanding of Theo’s sexuality.
“It’s all right.” I smile softly. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I know what that means.”
His shoulders relax. “I didn’t know for a long time, but when I found out… it felt right. My entire life, and all the times I felt like a failure, they suddenly made sense.”
“You’re not a failure. Your worth doesn’t come from how much you are or are not sexually attracted to someone.
” I finally close the gap between us, resting my hand on his chest. “I like you. It’s not just physical for me, either, and it doesn’t have to be physical at all.
I would be happy to hold hands—whatever you want—”
His mouth lands on mine before I can finish the thought, devouring me so entirely that any question I have dissolves into nothing.
“I want you,” he growls into my mouth. “You are the only one I want—in every way. I want to taste you, to hold you… to fuck you. You never have to question that I want you.”
I lean my weight onto him and laugh softly. “Right back at you, handsome.”
“No more waiting.” He pushes into me, his body pressing against mine, guiding me to the wall. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
He drops to his knees, and I gaze down at him, my expression softening. The hunger in his eyes is so evident. He doesn’t touch, doesn’t do anything he promised, but he waits on the floor for my confirmation.
“Taste me,” I whisper, fluidly lifting my leg and hitching it over his shoulder. “Do what you want with me, Theo. I want to be yours. Claim me.”
He kisses my ankle and moves closer, his head diving under my skirt.
A groan rips from his throat. “You aren’t wearing any underwear?”
“Nope.” I giggle. “Someone stole my last pair.”
“Stop…”
“Fine.” I hook my leg around his head and pull him closer. “I’m ready for you, sir. I’ve been waiting.”
“Goddammit, Evie.”
The last word he gets out is a curse before his mouth finds my core, his lips wrapping around my clit. I lean my weight onto the wall, gripping his shoulder for support.
After making me wait so long, he no longer wastes our time. Theo devours me, licking up every drop of my arousal. Each flick of his tongue, the suction of his lips, makes my mind go blank until…
Shaking. Sparking. Crying out. My hand covers my mouth, and he glares up at me, squeezing my thighs hard enough to make me cry.
He doesn’t have to say what he’s thinking—he wants to hear me. No muffling.
That’s fine. My hand moves back to his shoulder, nails pressing into his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt.
I go limp, but he’s there to catch me, guiding me onto the floor.
We’re on the floor. There are multiple beds for us to choose from. There’s a couch, a shower… nothing matters. We can’t wait. He hovers over me, still on his knees, and I remove my dress.
There’s nothing underneath, which leaves me bare on the dirty floor. I’ve always been the type to care about location and cleanliness, but I don’t anymore. All I care about is him fucking me, filling me, claiming me.
Theo rips off his belt, his eyes never leaving me as he works. His pants go next, his cock already springing to life when he pushes them down. Each movement is aggressive and fast.
His mouth finds mine again, bruising, teeth nipping against mine as his body settles on top of me. His hand moves to my chest, squeezing my petite breasts. He feels colossal on top of me, his weight pressing against me in a way that feels so delicious—like a weighted blanket.
Any worry I have fades away.
I whimper into his mouth as he presses his cock to my entrance. Even his tip is large, I’m soaked, making it too easy for him to slip inside. My walls squeeze around him, suctioning him in.
My head hits the floor, and I moan—too tight. Too full. He squeezes my nipple between his fingers and pushes in deeper, making me take more, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Look at you,” he croons. “Taking it like a good girl. Open wider. Let me in.” He hitches my leg over his shoulder and angles his hips, diving deeper.
I let out a cry of pleasure; stars fill my eyes.
His thrusts are slow and shallow, followed by guttural moans. His forehead presses to mine, eyes locked as he fucks us both into oblivion. Each time he pulls out, he pushes in harder, letting me feel every inch.
“I feel you,” he mutters. “Squeezing around me. Trying to squeeze out my cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I whine, my hips bucking up. “Please, sir. Use me. Fill me.”
“That’s fucking right. Stay still, let me use you.” He rams into me, and I go limp beneath him when his fingers find my clit, circling hard.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I won’t last much longer, baby. I need you to come with me.”
“Baby?” I whine.
“Yeah. Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His groans become whines and whimpers.
I need to hear his pleasure, need to know it’s real. With purpose, I clench my pussy around him, forcing him to come with me. He loses his words, eyes rolling up as he spills into me, his hips jerking wildly.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Even though he’s cursing, it sounds sacred—beloved. That’s how he makes me feel.
He collapses on top of me. Neither of us speaks for a long time, but it’s back to the comfortable silence. I know what we are now. I know he wants me.
With his dick still nestled inside me, he kisses the soft crook of my neck. We don’t need words.
“How do you feel?” he finally murmurs. “Are you okay?”
“I feel perfect. Just divine.”
It’s an understatement, even though some would assume it’s too dramatic. I’ve never felt better than I do with his weight pressed to me, pinning me to the ground. As heavy as he may be, I’m floating. I’m in another realm.
“Exactly what I want to hear.” He sucks at my neck—not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me feel it. “Every time we’re together, that’s how I want to make you feel. That’s all I want.”
Every time. That means this won’t be the last time. My heart soars.
“You know what would make me feel even better?”
He pulls back, finally looking at me with twinkling eyes. “Name it. I’ll do it. Anything. You want to go to Spain?”
“No!” I giggle. “I want to go to bed… with you.”
“That.” He stops to kiss me, pressing several soft kisses to my lips. “I can definitely do that. Come on.”