Chapter 17
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I didn’t expect to have Everett’s past thrown in my face tonight, but here we are.
It’s not his fault. He can’t help it that he was a whore before he met me.
I don’t judge him at all for it. But when a man says he’s not interested, why can’t women just let it go?
I stood by, letting him handle things for as long as I could.
But after that bitch kept pressing her luck, it was time for me to intervene.
Now my adrenaline is rushing, my body primed and ready for a fight, but also kinda turned on by my own jealousy.
I’ve never considered myself a jealous person.
My eyes find Everett’s, hoping to feel a calming energy from him that will bring me down.
Instead, I see a wildfire blazing in his golden-green irises.
“Your station, now,” I snap, strutting past him with a little more sway in my hips than is necessary. Without a word, he follows behind me.
“Excellent work, madam,” Eli says, giving me a slow clap from the doorway of his space.
“Ev is done for the night, Elijah,” I say as we walk into his station, closing the door behind us.
Before he can say a word, I’m on him. He catches me, his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks as I crash my lips into his.
His mouth opens to me instantly, the minty taste of him exploding on my tongue.
He groans into my mouth and I feel him already growing harder between us.
He’s just as turned on as I am by my little display of possessiveness.
“I’m sorry I lied about you fucking me against the counter,” I say between rough kisses. He pulls his mouth from mine and trails his tongue down the column of my neck. “I just couldn’t stand her pushing herself on you after you told her you weren’t interested.”
“I’m not sorry, goddess. You want me to make it a reality? I’ll kick Eli and his client out right now and bring your dreams to life, baby.” His voice is gravelly and deep, lust burning in his touch as he traces every curve of my body.
“No, Ev. I have other plans for you,” I say with a wicked grin.
He cocks a questioning eyebrow at me as he sets my feet back on the ground.
The bulge in his jeans is pressing against my abdomen.
I’m glad I affect him this way. I want to erase every image of his past from his mind.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I hear his breath catch in his throat.
It’s a slow descent in these skin-tight jeans, but I make it just fine.
“What are you-” he cuts himself off, knowing exactly what my intentions with him are.
I unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down painfully slowly, enjoying teasing the hell out of him already.
I slide his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs and sigh at the sight of his perfect cock, already hard and ready for me.
A bead of precum glistens at the tip and my tongue darts out to catch it.
The salty, sweet taste coats my tongue and I moan.
He braces his hand on the edge of his tattoo chair and I laugh.
“Easy, baby. I haven’t even gotten to the good part.
” I laugh darkly. Before he can reply, I wrap my lips around his swollen head, taking him as deep as I can without gagging.
I use my tongue to trace every vein that runs along his shaft, bobbing my head to the rhythm of our racing hearts.
He lets out a loud groan and tangles his fist into my dark hair.
I give him a small nod, letting him take control as he tightens his grip on my hair and thrusts up into my throat.
I’m practically soaking through my jeans, so turned on by him using my body to take the pleasure he needs.
Rubbing my thighs together, I attempt to relive some of the ache.
He chuckles deeply, “What’s wrong, goddess?
You getting a little too hot and bothered by the feeling of your lips wrapped around my cock?
Fuck, I know I am. Your mouth is like fucking heaven, baby.
” I moan, sending vibrations across his shaft, and he jerks in response, a small gasp leaving his lips.
“Keep doing that and I’m gonna come, Kelsea.
Is that what you want? You wanna take me down that pretty throat of yours and swallow everything I give you? ”
His words shoot through me like lightning. He’s so deliciously dirty. I never thought I would enjoy a man talking to me like this, telling me what he wants to do with my body. But when Everett talks this way, heat floods my system, wetness pooling between my legs for him.
“Answer me, Kelsea. Tell me what you want.” He pulls my head back, tilting my neck up so I’m looking him in the eye. That perfect cocky smirk graces his lips. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. A fucking queen on her knees for me. I’m a lucky bastard.”
“Yeah, you really are,” I joke, licking the taste of him from my lips slowly. “You really want to know what I want, Ev?”
His grip loosens the slightest bit, as if he senses whatever I’m going to say is more serious than flirtatious. “Of course, goddess. Always.”
“I want to make you forget every other girl before me. I know it sounds like a jealous and irrational thing to say, but that’s what I want.” he reaches out a hand to help me onto my feet.
“Kelsea, I forgot every woman but you the second I fell in love with you.” His golden eyes bore in to mine, truth and intensity swirling behind them. My breath catches in my throat as I absorb what he just confessed.
“You love me,” it’s not a question. It’s a statement. A repetition of what he just said. A confirmation.
“I love you, goddess.” He pulls my lips to his, placing a sweet, soft kiss against them. But I want more.
Pulling back, I tear at the button of my jeans, my fingers failing me when I need them most. Finally, I get my pants unbuttoned and peel them down my legs, dragging the lace scraps of my panties with them and kicking off my heels.
Everett pulls his shirt over his head, revealing every inch of ink and muscle that is all mine.
I reach behind my back to untie my corset top, but Everett stops me.
“Leave it on. It’s hot as fuck, Kels. Red has always been your color, baby.
” He spins me around in front of him, placing a firm hand on my back and bending me over his tattoo chair so my ass is on display for him.
“So fucking perfect. So wet and ready for me.” He plunges one thick finger inside me, the sudden intrusion making me yelp in surprise, my back arching in response.
He slides a second finger in and I see stars.
I’m so close to the edge, the slightest motion would push me into oblivion.
An unintelligible sound escapes my lips, something between a groan and a squeal, as my inner muscles clench around his fingers.
I’m balancing on a knifes edge, teetering on the cliff of euphoria, when he quickly withdrawals his hand.
Shamelessly, I whine at the loss of his fingers.
I’m seconds from begging him to fuck me.
But before I can, he slams into me from behind, my hips colliding with the edge of the chair as he seats himself inside me completely.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Ev. I’m gonna come.” He pistons into me.
The sound of our bodies pounding against each other fills the space around us.
I feel my core quiver slightly before I combust, muffling the scream of my release.
I know every person in the building can hear us, but I don’t care.
Everett owns my body, pushing buttons I didn’t even know I had.
“Thats it, goddess. Come for me.” His fingers flex against my skin, gripping my hips with a punishing pressure.
His pace picks up as he chases his own climax.
I clench my inner muscles in time with his thrusts and his rhythm stutters.
Slamming into me one final time, I feel the heat of his release pulsing inside me.
The sound of our frenzied breaths slowly evening out is all I can hear.
He slides out of me, quickly grabbing a towel from the table next to us and cleaning me up.
No one has ever taken the time to show me this level of care and intimacy.
It’s almost uncomfortable for me to let him continue, even knowing everything we just did.
As if he senses my anxiety, his rough hand smooths over my back gently.
“Relax, Kels. Let me take care of you.” He kisses my shoulder softly and my muscles slacken slightly.
“Hey Ev, can I ask you something?” I question as I search the room for my discarded clothes.
He nods in response, pulling his jeans back up and sitting down on the tattoo chair.
He props his arm behind his head, looking every bit like a casual Abercrombie model as he lays there in his dark washed jeans, no shirt, and delicious ink staining almost every inch of his chest and arms.
“Of course, babe. Anything.” He flashes me his genuine smile, the one he reserves just for me. It reaches all the way to his eyes and warms my heart.
“Did you mean what you said?” I ask, looking anywhere but his eyes as my insecurities get the better of me.
“Look at me, goddess,” he says, his voice unwavering. Fixing my gaze on his, his trademark cocky smirk slides over his mouth. “I’ve never said anything to you I didn’t mean, Kelsea. I love you.”
I cross the small space between us, stopping next to the chair and leaning down to kiss him.
Running my hands across the stubble on his cheeks, I pour every ounce of emotion I’m feeling right now into this kiss.
Pulling back, I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes and breathing in this moment. “I love you, too, Everett.”
He kisses me again. Sweet, gentle kisses that are nothing like the passionate ones we shared only moments ago.
“I know you do, goddess. I’m very lovable.” He brags, smiling against my lips.
I pull away and roll my eyes at him. “And moment over. You’re such a cocky asshole sometimes,” I say jokingly.
“You like it,” he winks at me and I just shake my head. “You ready to go home?”
“Ooooh yeah, we gotta hurry. There’s a new episode of The Bachelorette on tonight!
” I bounce on my toes and he gives me a look that says ‘no fucking way’.
But I know he won’t complain once we’re cuddled up on the couch at home.
He puts on a big show of acting like he hates my reality dating shows, but I know the truth.
Sometimes I think he’s more invested in them than I am, asking me questions about the contestant’s lives like I’m the expert.
“Lets just pick up some dinner and see where the night takes us,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as we walk into the lobby and out to the truck.
This feels so normal and domestic. I wonder to myself if this is really my life.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so content and excited to actually think about my future with someone else.