CHAPTER 29
Adam
She touches her neck like she feels something there.
Slowly, she turns her head toward me. Our eyes lock, and I stop at the base of the steps, waiting to see what she'll do.
She turns and runs down the steps, leaping when she reaches the fourth step from the bottom.
I catch her in the air as she wraps her body around mine.
She's kissing my face all over and squeezing me so tightly with her arms and legs that I would feel pain if holding her like this wasn't so euphoric.
I see the luckiest man alive still standing at the top of the steps, watching us with a clear look of jealousy stretched across his face.
He has no idea what she just saved him from by reacting to me the way she did.
I lift my arm up behind Eve's back and flip the guy off.
He cocks his head to the side before shaking it and walking back into the library.
Turning toward the parking lot with Eve still wrapped around me, I head for her Jeep.
"You're early," she says as she pauses kissing my face, placing her cheek against mine, and squeezing me tighter.
"I told them they could be down a quarterback for the season if they want, but I was coming home."
"Adam! You wouldn't really do that. What happened?"
"I would and they knew it. The rest of the guys will be home tonight. They cut the whole thing short to save face."
"I've missed you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmmhhmm."
"Prove it." I challenge her.
"I will. Let's go home."
I shake my head slowly.
"Your Jeep."
Her eyes go wide as saucers. She's almost completely stopped trying to hide her feelings from me. The rest of the world gets the Eve that she wants them to see. The Eve that is empty and unaffected. I get her. The real Eve.
"Adam, you live 7 minutes from here. Let's just go to your house and I can prove it there."
"It rained this morning."
"Yeah." She says questioningly.
"So the top is up, right?"
"Oh my gosh, Adam. Yes, the top is up."
"I ubered here. You can give me a ride and I'll give you a ride."
Her face is buried in my neck, hiding her face from the world, and I know that I've already won this battle.
I press her into the passenger door of her Jeep and kiss her deeply like I've wanted to do for the last several days.
Never again. We'll never be apart again.
Pulling back and opening the door, I place her into the passenger seat.
Her feet haven't touched the ground since she leaped from that step.
If I had my way, her feet would never touch the ground again.
Making no attempt to hide my excitement, I run to the driver's side door and take a seat behind the wheel.
The air inside the Jeep is thick and hot so I turn the key and crank up the air conditioning.
Satisfied with the cooler air, I reach over and grab her face, kissing her.
I suck on her lips, nip them, and caress her tongue with mine.
"Are you ready?"
"I have no idea. I don't think I even understand the logistics of this."
She's embarrassed by her naivety, but it stirs something primal in me to know that the extent of her experience begins and ends with me.
"Take off your jeans."
She does. No hesitation. Her trust in me has become complete in such a short time. She knows that I wouldn't risk letting anyone see what belongs to me. Nathan is lucky that his deception didn't alter her faith in me. No promise could have saved him from that.
This Jeep, Frances, is one of the few places that Eve has expressed herself.
It's carmine, red with dark tinted windows.
The floor mats have the Goonies skull and crossbones on them just like her spare tire cover, except the cover also says, 'Never Say Die'.
Even her gear shift knob is a skull. Her personality is evident all over Frances, but right now, I'm just thankful for the heavy tint.
Eve sits there in the same Lynyrd Skynyrd tee that she wore on the day we first went to lunch and her white cotton panties. I love that she still wears these instead of trying to impress me with lace. The white cotton matches her innocence, and nothing turns me on more than that.
"Come here." My voice is unintentionally low and raspy.
"Do I face you?"
"Yes. Straddle me."
She starts to pull her panties down.
"No." I stop her with a hand over hers.
"Leave them on."
She looks at me, confused. I grab her thigh and pull her toward me. She follows my lead, crossing the console and coming to rest on my lap. My dick twitches at the contact.
"Pull out my cock."
She undoes my jeans and pulls out my pulsing erection.
Looking up at me, she's waiting for instruction.
I love this. I love teaching her. I love everything about her.
She turns me on so effortlessly and I struggle to go slow and be easy with her when I want to rip those panties off and slam her down onto my shaft.
"Lift up."
She lifts her hips, hovering over me.
"Line us up."
She looks at me and smiles with a sweetness that I know she doesn't actually possess, and I swear my dick reaches for her.
She gently grips my weeping shaft and lines it up with her entrance before slowly sliding down onto me.
We're both groaning before I'm fully seated inside of her.
Putting our foreheads together, we close our eyes enjoying the closeness and putting the days apart behind us.
"I love you, Eve."
"Prove it." She says with a smile equally as sardonic as the one I gave her.
"You won't like how I prove it, Love."
Her eyebrows pull together in question.
"I'll put your jeans back on you so that you can come watch me snatch the life from that man who was touching you on the library steps. The Davenport Library steps. He was touching MY woman on the steps of the library my family built. It's almost like he doesn't want to live anymore."
She looks at me exasperatedly.
"He doesn't want to die, and he didn't do anything to warrant his murder."
"There'll be times in our lives that we'll have to agree to disagree. This is one of those times."
She flutters her eyelids and shakes her head.
"Do you want me to prove my love for you?" I ask her.
"There'll be times in our lives that we'll simply have to trust one another. This is one of those times."
"Trusting you doesn't extend to the handsy dead man walking."
"I meant that this is one of those times that I'll trust you. I trust that you love me, and I won't ask you to prove it."
"I don't ever want to see him around you again, do you understand?"
She says nothing and just looks back at me, impatience evident on her beautiful face. I want our kids to have her face. I want them to have her everything.
"If I see him around you again, I'll make his hands and feet bleed when I crucify him. Maybe more than that. It'll depend on his proximity to you at the time."
Looking into her eyes, I grab her hips and rock them forward and backward, working myself in as far as I can go.
Mmm I've missed this. She feels so good.
I can never get close enough to her. She lifts her hips again, moving to the end of my shaft before she brings herself back down; I use my grip on her hips to slam her back into my lap, hard. We both cry out in unison.
My forehead falls to her chest as she moves her hands to grip the seat on both sides behind my head.
Then, she takes control, lifting her hips and slamming back down onto me.
She uses the seat as leverage against her rough bucking movements.
Each time she crashes back down onto me, my orgasm unfurls a little more.
My cock is pulsing inside her and I feel it building with each wrecking bounce she makes.
I know that the Jeep must be moving, but I'm too focused on how well this woman takes my cock to care about it.
She gets wetter with every movement and my erection swells inside her more and more with every sweet little moan that escapes her incredible mouth.
She's close. I can tell by the way her pussy clenches on my shaft and her gesticulations become more urgent.
I need her to meet me on the edge so we can cum together.
My hands are still on her hips, and I use my grip to lift her up and throttle her perfect cunt back down onto me over and over and FUCK !
"Cum for me."
"I-ah...Adam!"
She cries out as she climaxes and we cum together. I continue lifting her and slamming her hips back down until the last echoes of her orgasm have worked their way through her body. She stays in my lap with my cock deep inside her as we regain control of our breathing.