It slipped off the tongue. I know this isn’t Flo’s permanent home, but it feels like it is. Right now, it is. And I’ll take that.
“You caught me on a good day because usually, I’d never listen to what a man tells me to do,” she says as she gathers her things and thanks a smirking Sam for the drink from across the bar.
With my chest rumbling, I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Wasn’t the case the other night, though, was it, trouble?”
And after quickly briefing Leo on how to behave for the guys, since he’s begging Bennett and Sam to take him to go and see Whisker Wheelers 2 in 3D for the second time, which they reluctantly agree to after I give them Leo’s car seat, Flo and I head home in my car. Alone.
“Fancy a late-night swim?” Flo’s cheeks pinch as she grins, and I flash her a look.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”
24: Flo
My eyes find Evan’s shirt-covered back the second I wander down to the lake just by his property, after telling him I’d meet him there when we got home, because frankly, I needed a few minutes to pull myself together. And rid my mouth of the taste of Sex on the Beach.
Gravity pulls me closer to him, and I join him on the bench he’s sitting on with his knees up and hands clasped together, resting on his thighs.
The water doesn’t move much—just the occasional ripple, the setting golden sun glinting off it, creating colourful shadows. Clouds stretch along the sky above us, thin and wispy, and mountains sit behind the large swaying trees, dotted with patches of crisped-up grass.
“It’s a little cold for a swim,” I say with a light chuckle, and lean back, welcoming the wind that weaves around me. I didn’t bother changing into a bikini to put under my clothes. My underwear will suffice.
“I was this close,” Evan’s standing in front of me now, pinching his thumb and finger together, but leaving amillimetre of space between them, “to snapping Sam’s neck today.”
“He’s your friend. You wouldn’t do that.”
His greys find my blues. “Over you, I definitely would, trouble.”
“Is that you admitting that you were jealous?”
We’re too close for innocent thoughts right now. He’s practically in between my legs, hands splayed out on the bench, either side of me, breath fanning across my chin. My core trembles.
Yeah, this man issonot out of my system.
“Yes, Flo, it’s me admitting I was jealous. Very jealous. Ever since you stepped into my house, you’ve been in my head. When I’m out on the field. When I’m with my son. When I’m in the shower before bed with my hand wrapped around my cock. I can’t escape what you do to me, and there’s nothing more I want right now than for you to let me bend you over this bench and show you just how jealous of a man I can be.”
I’m overcome with a shudder. A desperate, driven shudder.
Leaning closer, I say, “Well, why don’t you, West? I definitely wouldn’t complain.”
Evan’s eyes pin me in place, dark with want. Mine are a mirror, reflecting my own feelings.
“Flo,” he grumbles.
“Yes?”
“What I’m about to do is very selfish of me, and will make things a hell of a lot harder than itneeds to be.”
“Then make it hard.”
He then crashes his lips to mine, desperate and demanding. I respond in little time, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer, widening my legs so he can step into the space between them.
We’re frantic, completely lost in each other.
His already rock-hard cock grinds up against me, and a soft whimper emerges. My hips seem to work on autopilot. Wriggling until the friction feels delicious, and I thump my forehead against Evan’s shoulder and let it roll. “Oh, shit.”
“No one’s here, trouble. Be as loud as you need to be.”
My responding moan is amplified.
