Chapter 15 Keaton
KEATON
I’ve wondered what it would be like to sleep with Evie Dawson for two decades.
I wanted her so badly when we were young.
I wanted her for my own selfish needs and desires.
But now, tonight, I wanted her for her too. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be worshipped. For someone to absolutely, desperately need her. Because I sure as hell did. And even now, seeing myself sliding down her thigh, I still do.
She looks so fucking beautiful lying here on my bed, naked, slick with both of our sweat. Her hair is splayed out over my pillows like flames, one arm draped up over her head while the other is draped subtly over her mid-section.
I hate that she feels like she has to cover up.
Especially now.
I’m about to walk to the bathroom to get her a towel, but I stop and lean over her on the bed. I lean down so our lips are just centimeters apart, and I slowly take her hand from her stomach and bring it to my lips.
“Stop. Hiding,” I tell her, kissing her hand twice.
She smiles, her cheeks flushing, and she turns to her side, this time with her hands both tucked under her head.
I smile and walk to the bathroom. After I clean us both up, I hit the switch on the remote that’s attached to the wall.
The blinds lift, and suddenly, we are looking out over Manhattan.
It’s a clear night, and it feels like you can see the whole island.
“Show-off,” she says with a playful smirk, and I gently tap her ass as I climb into the bed next to her. I hit another button on the remote next to me, and the gas fireplace in the corner of the room turns on. I look over at her.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I say playfully as I tickle her sides. She shrieks as I pull her into me, nuzzling into her hair and neck. She wraps her arms over mine tightly, and we just lie here under the glow of a fake fire and the New York skyline.
We lie in silence for what feels like only a few moments but ends up being a solid hour before she finally turns to me.
I know she has something on her mind by the way she keeps rolling her lips together.
Her eyes move from point to point on my face.
I smile and tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
“What is it?” I whisper. Her eyes lock on mine, and she smiles, knowing she’s been caught in the act of overthinking.
“What now?” she whispers back. “What does this mean?”
I smile back at her while I watch the thoughts run through her brain, like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopping. Never slowing down. New ones growing off the others like branches. And never slowing down to let her see what’s in front of her.
“Well, honey, that’s really up to you,” I tell her honestly.
“You’re the one with the decisions to make here.
But for me, it’s really only ever been you.
And it still is. I can tell you one thing, though…
that if you let me, I’m going to spoil the fuck out of you.
” She giggles, and I smile, but I’m serious.
“I mean it, sweet girl. You are so turned around from these years of never being first that you don’t even know what it looks like.
Even with your folks, your brothers…no one has ever put you first. You’ve never seen it done.
But if you’re ready, that stops now. And if you’re not, then it will stop whenever you are.
” She blinks rapidly as she stares back at me, and I see the tears pooling in her eyes.
“No, baby, no. No tears,” I tell her. She smiles as she blinks them back, but one slips from the corner of her eye, and I swipe it away with my finger.
“It should have been you, Keat,” she whispers, her lip trembling slightly. I lean forward and kiss her lips softly.
“We ain’t dead yet, sweet girl. There is still plenty of time.”
We go for round two—this time a much sweeter, more innocent version. I help her come first, and then I come while I look down into her eyes. And then we fall asleep, naked and wrapped up in each other. I swear I could die a happy man if my story ended right here.
When I wake up the next morning, I hear the shower running.
I blink a few times, clearing the haze from my eyes.
It’s a cloudy day in New York, and mornings like these make me miss this place that I used to call home.
I love New York when it’s gloomy like this.
I slip out from the covers and make my way to the bathroom.
I pause at the doorway, watching her wash her hair in my extra-large shower, humming some song I can’t place while she moves.
I could stare at her like this forever, but instead, I pad across the cool tile floor and open the shower door, stepping in behind her.
She doesn’t turn around. She just reaches for me with her free hand and pulls me under the water.
“Good morning,” she hums, and I smile and kiss the side of her neck.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, reaching for the soap and one of the extra-expensive loofahs that the family interior designer demanded I have here.
I thought it was silly then. But now, as I lather it up and rub it gently across her bare back, I’m pretty happy I went along with it. “Why are you up so early?” I ask her.
“I want to go into the office to finish up some paperwork today,” she says. “I have been swamped and a little distracted.” She gives me a little look that makes me want to devour her. I nuzzle into her neck.
“Sorry, not sorry,” I tell her. She giggles and spins around to me, throwing her arms up around my neck.
“Keat,” she says, her tongue jutting out to wet her lips.
“Hmm?” I ask, feeling myself growing harder by the second. Watching the water droplets make their way down to her nipples has me salivating.
“I want you to feel worshipped too,” she says, leaning forward to place a kiss on my pec. “Not because you’re an Everett,” she says, kissing the other one, “but because you’re you.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask her, feeling my throbbing cock press against her as she steps closer.
“Yeah,” she whispers in my ear as she kisses the side of my neck.
“How do you plan on doing that?” I ask her. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded, and bites her bottom lip. Then she slinks down to her knees, and I brace myself against the wall.
She grabs my thigh with one hand and uses the other to pump my cock up and down until I’m standing straight up. Then she looks up at me one more time with those big, eager eyes and takes me into her mouth with one big gulp.
My breath hitches in my throat as I drop my head back for a moment, reeling in the sensation of her warm mouth wrapped around me.
But I want to see it. I want to watch Evie Dawson taking me into her mouth like she’s ravenous.
So I do. I look down and see her looking up at me, those big green eyes opened wide and watering as I get dangerously close to the back of her throat.
“Oh, honey,” I spit out as she moves her mouth farther down my shaft. I feel her swallow back, and that sensation almost puts me over the edge. I tap the sides of her arms lightly, and she slows down. “Come up, baby.”
She looks up at me, confused.
“I’m about to blow, baby.”
But she doesn't stop. She grips me tighter, moving her head faster, sucking me harder, and making me see fucking stars.
I brace myself again, one hand against the shower wall, the other wrapped in her soaking-wet hair.
I feel it starting at my base, pulsating up my cock. And then I come in her mouth.
I wait for her to hop off, but she doesn’t. She just keeps moving until I moan, my legs feeling like they’re going to buckle beneath me. She waits until my noises stop, till she knows she’s gotten all there is to get out of me. She slowly slides off me, and I watch her swallow it all down.
Fuck. Me.
She wipes the corners of her mouth then stands up, letting the water run over her. I step toward her once I’ve gotten my bearings, my hand sliding up between her legs. But she catches me.
“Ah-ah,” she says with a smile, “sometimes it’s about you.”
Then she spins on her heel and gets out of the shower.
Twenty minutes later, she’s dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse, her hair tied up in a tight bun, looking all professional and not at all like the girl who was just on her knees for me a few minutes ago.
I watch her step into her heels, savoring every curve of her body, before walking over and pulling her into me for a long kiss.
“I don’t like when you leave,” I tell her. She smiles against my mouth.
“Ditto,” she says. “I won’t be too long. Just want to finish up a few things before the weekend.”
I nod, kissing her one more time.
“I’ll be here on some calls this morning,” I tell her. “I already can’t wait to see you.”
She smiles as she blows me one more kiss before she and Todd get on the elevator.
I spend the next few hours on some calls, responding to about eight hundred and seven emails, and getting my third cup of coffee.
I’m really excited about some projects that we are kicking off in California.
A self-sufficient farm that will run by labor of un-housed citizens in the downtown LA area.
We plan to build temporary housing for them on the property so they have somewhere to live while they work.
Another project is an organization that will help connect victims of domestic violence with affordable housing, career coaching, and therapy.
They are small initiatives in a small corner of the country. But my grandfather always told us: “Goodness spreads. Plant the seed, and watch it grow.”
So that’s what I’m doing.
I know my brothers are too—well, at least Julian.
He is hiding under the guise of being in charge of Everett Enterprises alongside our father, but he’s using that as a cover.
He’s been utilizing Everett resources for years, trying to make his own small changes within the enterprise and outside of it.
We’ve been combatting our father’s greed for our whole lives.
But now we have to do it bigger—and do it faster.
I’m about to get dressed to go for a run when I see my brother’s name flash across my screen.
“Hey, J,” I say.
“Hey,” he huffs back. “She wants to meet. Can you come tonight?”
I swallow, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. I feel my stomach start to churn.
“Yes, of course,” I say as my office door nudges open.
And then I see her.
And I instantly feel calmer.
“Eight o’clock,” he says.
“See you then,” I say, pressing end.
She just stares at me, her bag still on her shoulder and her shoes still on.
“I want to come with you,” she says. My eyes widen.
“My brothers will be there,” I tell her. She knows what it means. They know her. Julian, especially, knows what happened between us. He knew how I felt about her. He knew she left. He knew I was crushed, because he spent six months flying out to California every few weeks to check in on me.
We won’t be able to hide it.
They’ll know.
“I know,” she says. I walk around the desk toward her.
“So, are you…”
“I don’t care,” she says. “I want to be there for you.” I reach out and take her hands.
“I love that,” I say, “but if you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready, Keat,” she says. “I’ve always been ready for us. I just didn’t think I deserved it.”
I smile as I lean down to kiss her. But she steps backward. I give her a confused look, but her eyes stay trained on mine. She pushes me back down into my chair, wheeling me back slightly. Then she hops up on my desk.
She crosses her legs first then slowly pulls the top one down.
She spreads them slowly, her pencil skirt riding up her thighs.
My cock stiffens in my pants. She lifts one heeled foot up and puts it on one of my armrests, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Eve,” I whisper, but she just puts a finger to her lips. Slowly, she lifts the other foot, and her skirt lifts even farther. And then I realize that she has nothing on underneath it.
“Do you want to know something, Keaton Everett?” she asks. I clear my throat and nod, but I can’t take my eyes off her perfect pussy.
My pussy.
“I have been picturing you while I get myself off for over two decades,” she says, then she leans back on her elbows.
Fuck. Me.
“Is that so?” I say, trying to keep my voice calm and even.
She nods, bringing the pads of her fingers to her lips. Then she sticks her tongue out and wets them.
I’m going to fucking bust in my pants.
She slides her hand down her body painfully slow.
“I just slide my fingers down like this,” she says, moving her fingers to her opening, “and start to picture you. Your body. Your eyes. Your hands…everything,” she says between moans.
She starts to pick up the pace, and I scoot forward.
But she uses one heel and presses it against my chest, keeping me in the chair.
I am fucking dying.
Her hand moves quicker, and her other hand slides up to palm one of her breasts through her shirt.
“I’d picture you doing all kinds of things to me,” she moans and bites her lip. “But now…oh…now? Now I’m going to picture that huge fucking cock filling me up. Every. Single. Time.”
She rubs faster, harder, alternating between pressing her clit and fingering herself.
I am salivating. I am sweating. I am dying to touch her. Taste her. Anything she will give me. But she just presses her foot against me harder.
“I think about your smile, your voice…oh,” she whines, “and now, I’ll think about the way you were so, so deep inside of me. So fucking deep.”
“Fuck, Evie,” I groan. “Please.”
She opens her eyes as she rubs herself harder, licking her lips.
“You want to help?” she asks, and I nod like an idiot.
She waits a beat, pressing harder and faster.
Then finally, she moves her foot, letting me pass.
I dive in, offering her my mouth while her hand keeps working.
I suck her folds into my mouth, letting my tongue slide in and out of her while her fingers still work on her clit.
And then she’s close, her head dropping back, and I take over.
I plunge two fingers deep inside of her, hooking them around while I lick.
She lets out the most delicious growl as she clutches my hair, then her body goes limp on my desk.
We are both sweating and panting, and I gently tug her skirt back down over her thighs. I help her sit up, then I lean in.
“You deserve the fucking world, Eve,” I whisper, “and I’m going to give it to you.”