Chapter 25
She tasted like heaven.
She felt like pure temptation.
I knew if my cock went inside her pussy, my entire life would be over. I’d never be able to resist her again. I’d never be able to look at her without my feelings being written all over my face.
West would see right through my act.
“Ev, I’m so sorry,” I was on my feet in a flash.
Guilt ripped through my soul as I stared down at her, all naked and splayed out on my couch. She looked delicious. Fuck — she was delicious! But the look on her face made me feel like the worst fucking asshole on earth.
“Got it,” she said, her voice bitter. She closed her robe and thighs at the same time, taking that beautiful pussy away from my view. I almost cried out in pain knowing I’d probably never see it again. Knowing what I was giving up in this moment was torture. “West, right?”
I nodded, hoping the regret and pain showed up on my face properly. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, feeling helpless.
“Yeah,” she muttered. She stood up, tightened the robe, and walked over to me. “I understand.”
Sweetly, she brushed her lips against mine and in an instant, she was gone. Nothing but the smell of her pussy, and the sting still stinging in my palm, left to indicate that she’d ever been here at all.
I stumbled through the rest of my day in a daze, avoiding everyone. Eventually, I gave up, canceling all my meetings and leaving work early. It was useless to even try being productive. All I could think about was Ev.
Her taste stayed with me the rest of the night. The feel of her thighs squeezing the side of my head, her body writhing in orgasm, her wet pussy spasming around my fingers lingered.
The smile on her face afterwards…
My heart swelled with emotion. I’d been yearning to be that close to her, and the feelings it had stirred up were ones I’d buried so deeply over the years. Like the contents of a tightly packed box that I’d finally unpacked, I knew I’d never be able to push them back in again.
I knew I’d never forget, no matter how hard I tried.
I was sure West would see the truth on my face after I said goodbye to him for the day, even though I’d stopped things. He had no idea Everleigh had been there, but I was still paranoid.
He seemed clueless, though, thankfully.
After I left, the same thoughts kept spinning in my head. I examined the situation from every angle, trying to come up with a way to somehow change fate.
It had taken every ounce of strength not to fuck Everleigh.
And now, I was kicking myself for not doing it. We’d gotten that far, what would the difference be? I was sure the guilt would feel the same. In fact, I felt like the kiss we’d shared today was even more forbidden than sex would be.
And if West found out what was going on, he wouldn’t give a shit what base we’d gotten to.
He’d kill me just knowing I’d put one finger on his little sister. He’d said as much through the years, even if not in those exact words. In West’s eyes, nobody was going to be good enough for her. Rian had questioned him about it once, and he said he was holding out his approval for someone exceptional. Someone truly worthy.
He said he’d never met anyone he thought fit the bill.
By that time, we’d been best friends for years. So, I knew I was excluded. As I watched him slap down guy after guy that Everleigh became interested in, the desire to throw my hat in the ring became more hidden with every passing year.
Now, we were business partners. We’d built our club from the ground up. What kind of asshole would I be if I were the one to burn it all to the ground now?
For fuck’s sake.
I went home and immediately hopped in the cold shower, seeking an end to this relentless yearning. It didn’t work. Instead, I lay in bed with all the lights off in my empty Malibu house, plagued by the feel of her lips on mine, the smell and taste of her deliciously sweet pussy. But that wasn’t the only thing I was yearning for. The bubbling sound of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up, the way the corners of her mouth turned up when she smiled…Everleigh’s entire essence was haunting me.
I couldn’t sleep until after I’d taken care of myself, coming violently, her name dripping from my lips.
My voice was swallowed up by the sound of the crashing waves outside my bedroom window, and I was beyond grateful no one could hear me.