Chapter Thirty-Two Will #2
Everleigh stomps her boots into the trailer and kicks them off with another exasperated huff.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be a psychiatrist.” She unbuttons her flannel shirt.
“My common sense has been obliterated by a fireman. When I’m with you, my IQ drops below a hundred.
” Her words hold an angry edge as she shrugs off her shirt.
“It’s fucking embarrassing,” she enunciates.
My gaze drops to her fingers as she unzips her jeans. With no sort of sexy fanfare, she peels them down her legs and kicks them off.
One sock.
Another sock.
I barely get my boots toed back off before she wedges herself between my legs, grabs my face, and then kisses me.
It’s . . . magic.
She hasn’t been on my mind for eleven years, but she’s been the invisible obstacle to every failed relationship. Other women have felt good, but this one feels right. Dare I say, perfect?
My hands slide up the back of her legs and over her ass, gripping it hard until her breath hitches, muscles tightening beneath my touch.
I grin.
“Asshole,” she mumbles over my lips. “You’d better have a condom.”
I think I like this foulmouthed version of Everleigh Reichart.
She yanks my hair like a punishment as I kiss along her neck to the swell of her breasts while my hands focus on unhooking her bra.
She releases it from her arms and tosses it aside before lifting my shirt up my torso. When it’s over my head, we kiss again.
A little harder.
A little longer.
She’s right, this is stupid, even for my IQ, which I imagine is already below a hundred on my best day.
I guide her legs to straddle my lap, then I palm her perky breasts, breaking the kiss to suck her nipple into my mouth.
It’s hard and warm. A dark-pink pebble of perfection.
The only thing more perfect might be the way she’s grinding her pelvis against my erection.
“Why do you turn me into a stupid girl every single time?” she murmurs.
I flip her onto her back, her dark hair fanning out in all directions. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth as I slide her panties down her legs. Sirens blare in my head, warning me to stop as I tug at my belt buckle and kick off my jeans and briefs after retrieving a condom from my wallet.
“Why do you bring me to my knees every single time?”
Her hands thread through my hair as I kiss my way up her inner thigh. “You’re going to break my heart again,” she whispers.
I pause, lifting my gaze to hers. Is it a question? I already told her as much.
“Break it,” she murmurs, eyes closing, fingers tightening around my hair while guiding me between her legs.
Her body bows when my tongue teases her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.
It’s like I’ve spent eleven years trying to satisfy a craving with all the wrong women.
I reach up and palm her breast, and her hand covers mine, as if she’s afraid I’ll stop touching her.
A stuttered “Oh . . .” falls from her lips, and her knees collapse against my head.
That was quick.
I chuckle while sliding my fingers out of her and kissing my way up her body.
“Are you,” she says breathlessly, “laughing at me?”
“You’re a hair trigger, Dr. Reichart.” I tease her nipple for a few seconds before kissing my way to her neck, grabbing the back of her knee, and spreading her wider to accommodate my body.
“I’m efficient,” she says, giving me a vulnerable smile.
Her breath hitches when the head of my cock pushes into her.
“God, Will.” Her head lolls to the side, and I suck her earlobe. “That’s good. So . . . good.”
I pull out and drive back into her all the way, setting a slow, hard pace. My lips claim hers. I love her hungry lips and the rest of her body.
Her mind.
Her dry humor.
Her innocence.
Her unexpectedness.
I just hate how we ended eleven years earlier.
“Slow down,” she whispers, teasing my nape.
I pause, lifting my head to look her in the eye. Am I hurting her?
“I don’t want it to end,” she says, tears filling her eyes.
“Everything ends.” I kiss her.
She pushes my chest, and I roll onto my back. Her leg slides over me, and she straddles my pelvis, my cock in her hand as she guides it between her legs and slowly sinks onto it, eyes closing for a few seconds. Who am I kidding? I don’t want this to end either.
I grip her hips and take a mental picture because I have never seen anything so sexy in my life as the woman she’s become. A tiny voice in my head taunts me, wondering if some other man helped her get here.
She gathers her hair and pulls it over one shoulder, opening her eyes while riding me slowly. Her lips curl into a flirty grin. She brings my hand to her mouth and sucks my fingers.
I’m going to come really fucking soon. There’s no way around it, especially with her sucking my fingers. She guides said fingers to her clit.
“Get there,” I warn.
“Just wait, old man,” she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips over mine while grinning.
“Shut up.” I lift my head to kiss her hard while my hips piston off the bed, and I think we’re shaking the whole damn trailer.
I hug her to me, gripping her ass and rolling us over one last time so I can thrust into her as deep as possible. Her breaths come faster and faster until she stills, not breathing at all for a few seconds while her body shudders, mouth open, eyes screwed.
“Fuuuck . . .” I pant. “Fuck you,” I whisper after my release, “for having this effect on me.”
She grunts a laugh, body limp beneath mine.
I’m not trying to break her heart or torture myself.
Those are just unfortunate side effects of our chemistry.
I’m leaving, and she’s staying. That’s just life.
Am I supposed to regret this? After months of anguish over my father’s illness and my mother’s emotional decline, is it fair to feel guilty for taking a few minutes for myself? A brief escape?
“Don’t.” She wraps her legs around my waist again, ankles crossed at my back.
“I know what’s true.” She presses her palms to my face, thumbs caressing my lips.
“So just don’t move yet. Lie to me with your lips on mine and our bodies entwined.
Just . . .” She closes her eyes. “Lie to me for a little longer.”
I playfully nip at her thumb, then I kiss her like she kissed me. We roll to our sides without untangling our bodies. I caress her neck and breasts. Her hips and ass. And after several minutes, I’m ready to do it again. Not too shabby for an old guy.