Then, when she swallowed my cum with her eyes on mine, not looking away, demanding that I submit to her tight, glorious mouth—she wanted a round two with my randy beast—I did what I’ve never done.
With my hands clasped behind my head, given strict instructions not to touch her, I submitted to her mouth and her beautiful eyes. I let go of my control over my body, closed my eyes, and trusted her to take care of my cock with her mouth, fingers, then her pussy when she climbed on my lap and rocked her hips over my limp dick until I got fucking hard for her again.
She submitted to me by getting on all fours with her ass in the air. I barebacked her pussy, then her ass, and made love to her . . . to my Ever.
Nothing compared to the experience.
“Will I be unhappy forever?” She playfully pouts.
I hold back my smile. The light turns green. I turn into a strip mall and drive up to the drive-thru window.
“What are you doing?” Ever’s tone is tight.
“Continuing the unhappy streak you’re on.” I squeeze her thigh. “What would you like, beautiful?”
The barista waits for us with a smile.
Ever gives me her answer, then looks away, but not before I catch her cute closed-mouth smile. I put in our orders and pay. I get back on the road with a less unhappy Ever Moretti.
“Anything I should be aware of before I step into enemy territory?” I sip my black coffee. “Do they have an arsenal of Nerf guns in the house? Rabies-infested dogs? An Annabelle doll?”
I stop at another light. Thank fuck we’re at a stop. Ever doesn’t like it when I take my eyes off the road when I’m driving. I get it. Safety first. But damn it, I like taking her in. She’s drop-dead gorgeous from her teal Chucks to her dark-blue jeans and a short-sleeved white top that shows bare midriff when she lifts her hand to take another sip of her coffee. And don’t get me started on her pretty rust-brown eyes and dark-chocolate hair that spills over her shoulders and chest.
Ever sets her coffee in the cupholder, pulls the edges of her long-sleeved black-and-red flannel together, and sticks out her tongue and rolls her eyes. “We shouldn’t have binge-watched The Conjuring movies, and we definitely shouldn’t have watched Cujo.”
Laughing, I bop her nose. She is so fucking adorable, giving me a tip of her chin and being overly dramatic when she turns away from me with her nose in the air. I grasp her by the chin and land a kiss on her mouth.
She gasps, and I slip my tongue inside. “Fuck, you taste sweet. Remind me to get you a white chocolate raspberry mocha more often. You taste sweet on my tongue. Will taste sweeter when I eat you out.”
The light is still red. I caress along her thigh and dance my fingers closer to her heat. Her lips part. Her eyes are hooded like I’ve fucked her hard, she’s come, and she’s floating in the afterglow of her body’s release. “Dessert when we get home.”
Home is a makeshift bed in the master bedroom of the money pit that is beginning to mean more to me than a bad investment. Whenever I’m helping the guys in the house, I hear Ever talk about her vision for what the house would look like, and I see it coming to life before my eyes as I step into each room.
The light turns green, and I return my attention to the road.
“Are you going back to Alexandria after you drop me off?” Ever reaches for her drink and cups it in her hands. She takes a sip and looks straight ahead.
She’s been quieter than usual since we woke up in a makeshift bed, inside a house that is mine but isn’t ours. “Would you like me to stay?”
“Only if you want to.”
“This isn’t about me, Ever. Do you want me to stay, sweetness?”
“I do.”
She’s been saying those two words to me, and I hope she never says those words to another man. I blink. Where the hell did that thought come from? I’m not in a rush to get married and start a family.
“Then it’s done. I stay.”
“I want to stay with you.” She covers my hand and interlaces our fingers.
“Works for me.” I bring our clasped hands to my mouth and drop kisses on her knuckles.
“Gage, my brother, the crew?—”
“Should mind their fucking business. They have their own shit to deal with without worrying about yours. Do you understand?”
“You want me to take control of my life.”
