I’d forgotten the rules.
Forgotten she was off limits.
I was aware of the charade, only it was like I knew I was playing a role but the emotions behind my actions were all too real. Everything with her was easy. If she felt something, she told you, if she needed something, she asked, if she had a problem, she found a solution. There was no hidden subterfuge. No unspoken words or lingering animosity. It was so unlike what I was used togrowing up, where silence was used as a source of power and closed doors were normal.
Evy was exactly as I’d always known her to be, only now, she came with a brilliant, compassionate mind and a body that made me ache. And it was with that realisation that I’d lunged for her, to hell with the consequences.
I was still rock hard. My dick focused on the way her tongue pressed back against my own. The pliancy of her mouth as she opened, her hands contrastingly gripping my hair as if it had kept her tethered. She’d met me match for match, always surprising me but never in a bad way.
“Fuck,” I spoke to the now empty house as I practically sprinted to the room where she’d just gotten ready. The scent of lemon drops, and early morning dew were so visceral, I wasn’t even two steps in the door before I was reefing at my zipper and freeing my aching cock, already leaking at the forbidden fervour of our embrace. The softness of her lips undid me, and her kiss felt like something holy. The supple arch of her lower back gave way to the full rise of her hips - and I’d had my hands on her. Hands which still sizzled from the perfection of her body under their touch.
I imagined what would’ve happened if I didn’t have self-control. I imagined I hadn’t remembered we were playing pretend and that she was my mate’syounger sister- instead, allowing myself to fall to my knees in worship.
At the image, my grip tightened, quickening as I reached for the shirt she slept in and held it against my face. Thoughts of her swollen mouth after we kissed, the perfection of that body and the enamoured frenzy of our intermingled breaths caused my balls to ache. I groaned into the cotton of her sleepwear, the scent so uniquely Evy, fresh and clean and calling to me on a carnal level. I gave in to the longing I used to silence, not because I stopped being afraid, but because denying it right now hurt more.
I continued with my fantasy, my mind etching a visual of what that pussy would look like, swollen and wet, throbbing withan ache only I could ease. She would moan my name as I licked, nipped and sucked at her pulsing bud until she shook with her release. Her hands gripping my hair just like they did moments ago but while she rode my face, using me to take her to a place of ebullience under the flicker of my tongue ravaging her sweet, sweet core. I could almost taste it - that earthy opulence. Picture the arch of her back as she thrust her hips forward and in the privacy of my thoughts, she was insatiable perfection, wanting not just pieces of me, but the whole damn thing.
“Evvv,” I groaned as hot roped pleasure shot forth. A temporary relief for the ache which had lay dormant for years, awoken the second she aligned her body with mine. An innocent movement, all part of our agreed ploy, only my hormones went rogue. The lascivious desire to covet and devour could no longer be denied.
And when it came to Evangeline, I knew I no longer had the strength to abscond.
I was a man unbeaten in the underground world. Brutal and savage when overcome with anger where my thoughts lacked coherency and control. But when it came to my best friend’s little sister, I was powerless, captivated and completely undone. And it was no more apparent than in this very moment as my dick leaked into one hand, her sleepwear pathetically clutched in the other.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 16
Eva
XAVIER
How were your beverages?
EVA
I have just pulled into the restaurant.
I’ll call you once I get home. I have SO much to tell you.
XAVIER
I’ll clear my calendar.
EVA
It will be worth it.
Lovelovelove xx
The drive, while only fifteen minutes, flew by in a mass ofwhat the fucks,did that just happen, andoh my fucking God. I owed approximately sixty dollars to the swear jar and was no closer to deciphering what in the freaking flickity flack had come over him. And how I was going to maintain mycomposure throughout dinner when I was desperate to whirl through a few hours of overthinking. Stat.
First his parents had openly belittled me - they tried to do it when I wasn’t there, sure, but they weren’t quiet enough - and then I had to continue to pretend to enjoy their company and the absolute nonsense they sprouted for over an hour.
An hour!
To make matters worse, I somehow ended up front and centre, because Coop had spiralled and retreated into hermit mode by the time I came back with drinks. Oddly enough, the physical closeness between us wasn’t the issue; leaning into him and holding his hand felt natural, easy even. But knowing his pretentious parents were quietly judging me based on where I was raised, made my blood boil.
Only, Cooper unexpectedly pressing a soft kiss to my lips and hugging me just a bit tighter was more than enough of a distraction to keep me from unravelling.
