Prologue
Everett
Four and a half years ago - June
“Is that all you got?” Claire bites out as I wrap my fist in her long, raven hair. Rocking my hips forward, I take in the sight before me. She’s hot as hell when she gives me shit and lets me fuck her like this—bent over her kitchen counter.
She gasps as my other hand connects with the soft skin of her ass in a slap. “Don’t be a brat,” I say, immediately soothing the spot that’s now a little red.
My hand trails over her hip, pulling her back into me and deepening my thrusts. She lets out a moan, and tension coils at the base of my spine. “I need more,” she says, a little annoyed.
“Tell me what you want, Sugar.”
At the wordsugar,she pops off my dick and spins around so we’re facing each other.
“I said no nicknames and I meant it,” she scolds, tilting her head upward, pressing her lips together and pushing a finger into my chest.
When we started this six months ago, we both made promises.
No nicknames.
No sleepovers.
No strings attached.
“But you’re sexy when I make you mad,” I say, stepping toward her so our bodies are touching. My condom-wrapped dick presses into her abdomen, aching with need. “You gonna stand there mad atme,Sugar, or are you gonna let me finish fucking the bad day you had right out of you? I don’t have all night.” My lips curl into a smirk.
She rolls her eyes, but despite her irritation, her breath still hitches when my arm wraps around her waist. Picking her up, I sit her on the faux granite surface, and she cuts her eyes, causing me to chuckle.
Bending down slightly, my lips find the pulse point on her neck, and I kiss her gently, causing her peach skin to erupt with goosebumps. “Would hate to ruin our last night together…” I trail my tongue from her shoulder to her ear. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I finish, “because I made youmad.”
“God,” she huffs out. “You really are so incredibly…” Her voice trails off when I rake my teeth over her earlobe. One of my fingers finds her slick center. Dragging a finger upward, I stop to tease her clit.
“What was that, Claire? I’m so incredibly…what?”
“Irritating,” she stammers, despite trying her best to pretend like my touch doesn’t affect her.
“I thought I told you to stop being a brat,” I say, pushing one finger in and then adding another.
Her breath catches as I curl them deep inside her, and she does her best to maintain her composure, but she’s soaked, letting me know just how much I’m turning her on.
“So what if I am. It’s not like you’ll do anything about it,” she quips, her words wavering slightly and her blue eyes finding mine with a daring stare.
I remove my fingers from between her thighs in a quick motion.
“Why’d you stop?” she chides.
“Brats don’t get rewarded,” I say, raking my hands over her hips. Gripping her ass, I yank her to the edge of the counter.
Leaning back slightly on her hands, she hooks one of her legs around my back, pulling me closer.
“Have I ever told you how much I like that you’re a ballerina?” My left hand trails down her other leg until it gets to her ankle. “How hot it is when I can bend you any way I like?” I lift it, placing it over my shoulder.
Her hand reaches forward and grasps my length, lining me up. “Stop playing around and fuck me, Ev.”
“I thought you said no nicknames.” I quirk my eyebrow upward. “Does that mean you’re done being a brat?”
She shakes her head slowly. “Never.”
