Chapter 10 #2
“She had a broken leg, so they had her on a stretcher. I was trying to stay out of the way of the EMTs, but I recognized her. I thought about steering clear considering the interaction we’d had the day before.
But I thought I’d be the bigger person. So, I went up to her to ask if I could include her name in the story for the Go Fund Me I planned to start for the whole neighborhood.
But before I could get the words out, she grabbed my wrist in a death grip.
I’ve never seen such hatred in someone’s eyes before.
I tried to brush it off, told her I was so relieved she was okay.
But she cut me off.” Everleigh shudders.
“What did she say?”
“I hope it was worth it.”
I wait, expecting more. But Everleigh sets the photo back in the pile.
“Those six words wrecked me.” She lets out a pitiful laugh, shaking her head.
“There were others who said things that were so much worse. People who called us names. Accused us of chasing ratings online. Claimed we were just adrenaline junkies who deserved to die. Yet it was Connie Wilson who caused me to have some quarterlife crisis with one venomous sentence.”
“Ev—”
“I held it together for a couple of days, but the words wouldn’t stop playing over and over in my head.
It was the way she said it. I felt so fucking guilty, which still doesn’t make any sense.
I know. But that didn’t stop me from packing up my things and driving nonstop to Montana.
I didn’t even say goodbye to my crew. I couldn’t’ face any of them. I just…left.”
I shift in my seat to face her, the urge to pull her into my lap overwhelming. I hate that this happened to her. I wish like hell I could go back in time and stop it all. I reach for her, dropping my hand to her elbow. “It wasn’t your fault, Everleigh.”
“I know,” she says, standing quickly before I can tug her closer. “Anyway, I thought you deserved an explanation after…this morning.”
Thor lifts his head as she zips toward the hall, but he doesn’t move. Stormy’s curled up next to him fast asleep, and only a really good treat or a taunting squirrel could tempt him into moving now.
I push to my feet, following Everleigh to her second bedroom.
“The desk’s in here,” she says, pointing to a box but not going into the empty room herself.
The silent message is loud and clear: we’re not going to talk about this morning.
“I’ll get started on it.”
“Thanks.”
Everleigh returns to the living room, the sound of a printer starting up.
I pull the cardboard box apart, laying out all the pieces and hardware for the L-shaped desk.
I replay her story over in my mind, the missing pieces of this past year finally falling into place.
It all makes so much sense, and yet, leaves me feeling fucking helpless at the same time.
I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize I forgot my drill until I absently reach for it. Oh well. A screwdriver should suffice.
“Hey Ev?” I call to her.
“Yeah?” she hollers back, her voice distant as the printer continues humming.
“Do you still have that screwdriver?”
“It’s where you left it.”
I hurry to her bedroom, spotting the screwdriver quickly enough.
But it’s not the only thing I notice. I spot my flannel shirt, the same one Everleigh was wearing this morning, wadded up on the floor between the bed and the wall.
I bend to pick it up, and a bright orange dildo flies out of the fabric, dropping onto the floor and rolling under the bed.
“Are you snooping?”
I spin, discovering Everleigh in the doorway.
“Is it snooping if it’s my shirt?”
“Give that to me.” She’s quick—quicker than I anticipate.
She snatches the shirt from my grip and spins away.
But she’s not fast enough to escape me entirely.
I kick the door closed and cage her against the wall as she shoves the shirt behind her back with both hands.
It’s now I notice she’s no longer wearing the gray hoodie.
All this time she was hiding a skin-tight tank top with a low dip in the front.
Hints of a pink lace bra peak at the edges of that dip.
Blood rushes south, my dick slowly standing to attention.
“It’s my shirt,” I counter, trying like hell to keep my hungry gaze above her chin. But fuck me, I’m only a man.
“I’m not done borrowing it,” she says matter-of-factly.
“What have you been doing with my shirt?” I ask, recalling the toy. Fuck, just the thought of her playing with herself has me instantly hard.
“Nothing I’m admitting to you,” she fires back, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Were you playing with yourself, Ev?” I growl, leaning closer. Fuck, this escalated quickly. Our bodies don’t quite touch, but the heat between the thin gap is charged. I lower my mouth, my lips an inch from hers. “Is that why you were so wet when you kissed me this morning?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Did you imagine me watching you when you played with yourself?” I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m a man bewitched by the woman before me. “Are you that wet now, Ev?”
I expect her to squirm, to dip down and escape my trap before things go too far. I’m already pressing more than I should. But dammit, finding that toy wrapped in the fucking shirt she was wearing this morning when she humped the shit out of my cock, I can’t seem to help myself.
To my surprise, she doesn’t try to evade me. Instead, she reaches up for one of my hands. She grips my wrist and yanks it down with force. “Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she dares, shoving my hand inside her shorts.
All common sense leaves the room. There is only the warm wetness pooled between her legs, and my fingers buried in it.
“Fuck, Everleigh.”
She reaches a hand to my jeans, and I hear the shirt drop to the floor behind her with a thump. Her slender hand slips inside my pants, covering my cock through my boxers. She strokes it slowly. “Hmm. Don’t think that’s a gun,” she says, her teasing words a panted whisper.
“Not a gun,” I confirm, my fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her button. I could listen to those sexy little whimpers…forever.
Her fingers burrow beneath the cotton fabric, and I nearly lose it right then.
How fucking long have I fantasized about the feel of her hand on my cock?
Fuck. All this is happening too fucking fast. I can’t think straight with her hand gripping me.
She’s trying to free my length, and I know exactly where she wants me to be.
“If you want this cock inside you, sweetheart, you’ll have to talk to me about that kiss first.”
“Not happening.”
In one quick motion, I yank her hand from my pants and spin her around until her back’s to me. “Then put your hands against the wall,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
“Am I under arrest, Sheriff?” she teases.
I sink my hand deeper between her legs, inserting my middle finger into her channel. Her gasp turns into a moan of approval.
“You have the right to remain silent, Ev.” I tug her earlobe between my teeth. “But good fucking luck with that.”
I add a second finger into her slick heat, maneuvering my palm against her clit.
I’m not gentle, and, judging by the way she gyrates her hips and begs me not to stop, she doesn’t want gentle.
She lifts on tiptoes, popping that ass against my throbbing dick.
I didn’t bother putting it away when I spun her around.
Bare skin rubs against the fabric of her pink shorts.
It would be so easy to yank her clothing away and claim the woman I’ve wanted for months now.
But when I finally drain my cock inside Everleigh, she won’t so easily be able to play it off like it didn’t happen. I’ll make sure of it.
I reach inside her tank top, roughly moving her bra out of the way so my hand cups her naked tit. She moans my name when I pinch her nipple, and I nearly lose it again. I don’t bother biting back my groan as the friction of her ass against my cock drives me fucking wild.
A third finger joins the first two inside her cunt, and she moans long and loud.
“You’ll need this tight pussy stretched out to take my cock, Ev. It’s bigger than that toy you have.”
I feel her tighten around my fingers. She’s close. I can feel it.
“Show me,” she begs.
“Oh, I will.” I quicken my thrusting pace, twisting my fingers inside her.
Her ass rubs against my cock, and fuck if I don’t feel the warmth building.
I focus on her wetness, my movement wild and greedy.
“But not until you’re ready to talk about that kiss.
Because you know damn well it meant something. ”
Everleigh comes apart against my hand, collapsing against the wall as she cries out.
No longer able to hold back, I stop fighting my release. Hot ropes of cum shoot from my cock, covering the back of her pink shorts and running down one of her legs. I refuse to move my hand from between her legs until she finally stills.
I bend down to gather my shirt off the floor and use it to catch the runaway cum. “Next time I’m coming inside you, Ev,” I say, kissing the back of Everleigh’s neck as I ball up the shirt and toss it aside.
She flashes me a flirty, sated look over her shoulder. “Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”
I let out a low, amused laugh. “There’ll be a next time, Ev. One where you’re begging for this cock inside you.”