Chapter 18
Everly
My good mood is ruined by Grant the next morning. It’s like he somehow sensed that I found happiness and needed to find a way to crush it. I woke up to my phone ringing at 6:30 a.m. and when I checked the screen to see who would call me at such a ridiculous hour, I saw Grant’s name and knew I better answer it. If I didn’t answer it then, the calls and the texts would never stop. So, wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and pressed the call answer button. I immediately regretted it.
He was livid, wanting to know why I didn’t tell him that Birdie broke her arm. And when I told him that I left two messages on his voicemail and one with his assistant, it didn’t stop him from losing his mind on me. I wanted to say, maybe if you weren’t so busy fucking random women every night, you’d be aware of what’s going on in your daughter’s life. But I took the high road like I usually do. What would it matter anyway? Nothing I say will ever get through to him. It would just be a waste of breath.
After he finally finished yelling at me—and not once asking how Birdie’s arm is—he wanted to talk about the birthday party his mom is hosting. Apparently, he’s planning on showing up, but I’ll believe that when I see it. I told him I would drop her off at his house on Friday after school and pick her up on Sunday morning. That seemed to work for him. When I asked him if Birdie would be sleeping at his house or his parents’, he brushed me off.
That phone call was several hours ago, but I’m still stressed as I get my things together for work.
“What’s going on Ev, you have a weird smile on your face?” Willa asks. She’s on a Facetime call, my phone propped up on my dresser. “You look like you’re glowing or something. You better not be pregnant.”
There’s no point in denying it. I was going to tell her anyways. I know it’s soon and I’m not sure where it’s headed, but I feel like a giddy schoolgirl again and I have to tell someone. Willa has always been that someone. “Whoa. Not pregnant,” I say, grabbing my phone. “But I met someone.”
Willa screams, tossing her head back. “Stop it! I can’t take it. I need to know everything. Don’t leave a single juicy detail out.”
I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. “His name is Jake. He’s tall, has dark hair, tattoos, and muscles everywhere. You will approve, Wills. He is nothing like my loser ex.”
“You had me at tattoos, tall and muscles. I’m already jealous. What does he do?”
I walk into the bathroom to do my hair, setting the phone against the mirror. “He owns his own contracting company. He renos and builds houses.”
“That’s so hot. He works with his hands. Does he wear a tool belt? Are those a thing anymore? Has he worn one for you in the—”
I laugh, grabbing an elastic off the counter. “I need you to focus, babe,” I say, pulling my hair to the nape of my neck. “There’s something I haven’t told you. You might think it’s weird.”
“Okay, now you’re scaring me. Does he have weird piercings? A third nipple? Oh my God, he’s been to prison. No wait, he’s in prison right now!”
I shake my head and laugh. “None of the above. And you’ve been watching too much TikTok. It’s that he’s younger than me.”
She gives me the biggest who cares look. “Well, that’s not a big deal. Why would that matter?”
“Well, it’s more than a few years.” I pause. “He’s seven years younger than me.”
“Girl, you’ve still got it. Look at you!” She slaps her knee playfully. “That is so hot, Ev. Holy shit, you’re one lucky bitch.”
My mind drifts back to the moment when Jake stood at the edge of the bed taking his shirt off. His hard pecs, his perfectly shaped blush coloured nipples, all that incredible ink. The happy trail leading down to his gorgeous dick.
Willa calls me out. “You are daydreaming about him. Look at you. You’re practically drooling.”
You would too Wills, if you knew how big he is.
“He’s just a really great guy, that’s all. And he’s great with Birdie too.”
“He’s met my Birdie-baby?”
“Yes.” I sigh. “I normally wouldn’t have introduced them so soon, but it wasn’t planned. Birdie and I kept running into him wherever we went, and she took a liking to him quick.”
“It sounds like it’s kismet,” Willa says. “Like it’s fate.”
I smile, and Willa squeals, then quickly turns serious again before asking, “Does Grant know?”
“No.”
Just the thought of Jake officially meeting Grant gives me a headache.
“Probably for the best,” she says, echoing my thoughts.
I sigh, feeling a little anxious, but then brush it off. I’m done letting Grant Billings ruin my happiness.
JAKE
It’s beenone of those days. I got up early and drove around to different job sites, gave an estimate on a big project I’d like to land and then spent a few hours in my office catching up on paperwork. I have a stack of work to do, but I’m distracted. The fight I had with my sister has been weighing on me. I’m still avoiding Grayson and her like the plague. I’ve been avoiding the guys too, so I don’t have to see Gray. I’m still pissed as hell at them for lying to me—I feel like an idiot for being kept in the dark. I know the distance between us is killing Sierra, and it’s starting to eat at me too. I’ve lost so much in my life, I can’t stand the thought of losing my sister too, not to mention my best friend. Part of me gets why they didn’t want to tell me—they knew I’d blow a gasket, and that’s exactly what I did. I need time to work through it. It’s how I’m wired.
It’s no wonder I’m behind at work. The company is absolutely slammed—a good problem to have, but I need help at the office. I haven’t given up hope that Everly will change her mind about the job. I know she is the perfect person for it.
When she texted me earlier today asking if I was free for dinner and a movie at her house, I right away said yes. Until she told me dinner would be at five and the movie would start at six. There’s no way I’d be able to make it out of the office in time, so I had to opt for a rain check.
Now, I’m on my couch with a beer, exhausted and lonely, thinking about the two of them and everything I missed out on tonight. After flipping mindlessly through channels on TV for a while, I empty what’s left of my beer into the sink and head to my bedroom. I brush my teeth and then crawl into bed, easing back against the pillows to shoot Everly a good night text.
Jake: Sorry about tonight. I really wanted to hang with the two of you.
Everly: It’s okay. We can do it another time. Long day?
Jake: The longest. But I’m home now. I’m already in bed.
Everly. Me too.
She attaches a photo to the message. It’s a selfie of Everly in bed wearing a thin tank, her hair piled up on top of her head. She’s covered from the waist down with her bedspread. The same one I fucked her on two nights ago. I want nothing more than to be in that bed with her, naked, and fucking her so hard she can’t see straight.
A photo isn’t enough. I work up the courage to FaceTime her. My pulse drums in my veins as I wait for her to answer. She does, after two rings.
Fuck. Me.
She looks even hotter on my screen than she did in the picture. I’m not sure I will ever get over how beautiful she is.
“Hi, Jake.” She’s smiling, her head resting against the pillows she has propped up against her headboard.
“Hi.” I soak her in. Fuck, I miss her, and it’s barely been 36 hours. “I missed you today. Wanted to see your face before I fell asleep. I hope it’s okay.”
“It’s very okay,” she murmurs. She looks sated, a little sleepy but happy to see me. “I was just reading.”
“One of your spicy books?”
Her cheeks pinken, and she brings her free hand to her neck covering the blush that is rising there too. “Yes.”
“Were you reading a steamy scene when I texted you?” Just thinking about Everly in bed reading a smut scene in one of her romance books is enough to get me hard. I grip myself over my boxers to ease the ache.
“Maybe,” she admits in the sexiest tone. “What do you think?”
“I hope you were.”
“I was. The hero had the heroine pinned against the bathroom counter and… um… I guess… you can imagine what they were doing.”
“Fuck, baby. Who were you thinking about when you read that scene? Who were you wishing was fucking you like that?” Everly’s chest rises and falls, and she lets out a breathy exhale. She loves it when I dirty talk her. I’ve got her turned on.
“I was thinking about you, wishing it was you and me in my bathroom.” Everly’s hand slips down her sternum until it disappears from the screen. Her lips part and her eyes flutter closed. I slip my hand inside my briefs and fist my hard cock, wrapping my hand around the base and slowly shuttling it up and down my length. I’m so hard I can barely think straight.
“Are you touching yourself, Ev?” My voice is low and gravelly. “Let me see you. I wanna watch you play with yourself.”
She angles the camera so I can see her from her thighs up. Her nipples are straining against the fabric of her thin pink tank top, begging to be worshipped. I wish like hell I was in her bedroom to touch them. “Take off that top, baby. Let me see those perfect tits.”
Her hands move to the hem of her tank and then she’s raising the material very slowly over her head revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure if she’s purposely doing it slowly to tease me, but it’s working. “Fuck, you are perfect. You have no idea how badly I wish I was touching you right now. Now, be a good girl, baby, and take off your shorts too.” I’m mesmerized as I watch her shimmy her shorts down her legs, then toss them to the side giving me a full view of her naked body. I quickly give her the same view, impatiently taking my shirt off and sliding my briefs down my legs. My cock springs free, bouncing against my stomach, hardening even more.
“Such a good girl for me. Now spread your legs wide and let me see you. Show me how wet you are.”
I watch as her thighs fall to the side, revealing everything to me. She’s pink and perfect and soaking wet for me. Groaning, I fist my shaft tighter, working the tip. “So perfect, baby. You were made for me. Look at you drenched.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, as her hand trails slowly towards the apex of her thighs. I watch her hazel-eyes flutter closed as she dips two fingers inside herself, whimpering the most beautiful sounds. Heat pools at the base of my spine and my balls begin to tighten. I have to pinch the base of my cock to stop myself from coming too soon, because there is no way I want this to be over before it even starts. This is the hottest thing I have ever done in my life, and for a second, I worry this might be too much for her. My mind is put at ease when she asks me to move the camera closer to my cock so she can watch me work myself.
Happy to. I would give this girl anything she wants.
I adjust the camera so she can see how turned on she’s made me, my cock harder than granite and leaking in my hand for her. Her tongue slides absentmindedly across her bottom lip, eyes wide. “You are so big, Jake. I love watching you work your dick. I wish it was my hand making you feel that good.”
“I do too. Fuck. Trust me when I tell you I wish it were my fingers fucking you right now. Pretend your hand is mine. Imagine it’s my hand fucking you.”
I watch her play with her slick entrance, her other hand squeezing her breast. “Do you like watching me?” Her voice is breathless.
My admission is out of my mouth before I have time to stop it. “I have imagined what you’d look like with your legs spread wide while you touch yourself. I’ve jacked off to that image, I’m not sure how many times now.”
Her eyes flare and she moans as she slips a finger inside of her, then another, slowly back out and then in again. I watch Everly’s legs spread wide for me, drenched with arousal, whimpering the neediest sounds. Then her middle finger rubs tight, quick circles over her sensitive spot and I’m this close to coming instantly.
“That’s it, baby. Imagine it’s my tongue flicking at your perfect pink nipples.”
I stroke myself a little faster, remembering how good she felt when I sank inside of her. Warm, wet, and tight. The images in my mind nearly unravel me. My cock is aching and swollen.
When have I ever been this hard?
I know the answer to this.
It was the last time I fucked Everly.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come all over your fingers for me.” I stroke myself harder. “Be a good girl and let me see you come.”
“Jake,” Everly breathes, getting close. “I’m almost there.”
I’m on the verge too. My pace increasing. “The next time I see you, I’m going to tie you to that bed and tease you with my cock until you are shaking and begging me to fuck you, baby. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Everly cries out my name. Her back arches off the bed and her mouth falls open as she rides out her release, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I follow right after, coming hard, my warm release spilling over my hand onto my stomach. I groan and shudder through my orgasm in a haze of my post-release high.
God, I needed that— so much, and it looks like Everly did too.
“Give me a sec, Ev, to get cleaned up. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, slipping off the bed to take care of the mess on my abs. When I return to bed, Everly is on my screen, lying on her side, her warm, mossy eyes sated and content.
“That was the best FaceTime call I’ve ever had in my life,” I tell her, leaning back against my headboard. I pull the sheet over my softening cock to my waist.
She smiles. She looks a little sleepy. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forget that.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
She sighs against her pillow, and I wish I was cuddled up next to her.