“Well, I’m sure Everly will love it,” Liz says, smiling.
“I’m ready.” Kaylie comes to a screeching halt in front of us, almost running into Caleb’s legs. His hands reach out to grab her shoulders to steady her.
“Whoa there. Slow down, Little Bit. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you’re not more careful.”
“Sorry. Can we go see the horses now, please?” Kaylie begs, swinging her body from side to side, bouncing her backpack off her little legs. “Please.”
“I guess that’s our cue,” Caleb laughs. “You two have fun and uh … nah, I’m not gonna say that. You just have fun.” He wiggles his brows. “We got the kid for as long as you need.”
“Appreciate it. You have a good time, Squirt, and don’t give Miss Liz or Caleb a hard time. You hear?” I squat down so Kaylie can hug my neck.
“She’s a good girl. Kaylie would never give anyone a hard time.”
“Except maybe Hawk,” Kaylie says, smiling. She shrugs her shoulders. “He swears a lot and I need a new helmet for Winston for when he rides in the basket on my bike.” We all laugh at that.
“Smart thinking, kid,” Liz says proudly. “Let’s see if we can’t get Sadie to help you earn some of that money for your swear jar.”
I bark out a laugh.
“Yes!” Kaylie pumps her fist in the air.
“You’re evil.” I tell Liz, who just smiles and shrugs like she couldn’t give two shits.
A short while later, I hear the door lock click and the handle rattle as Ever makes her way into the house. I don’t say anything, just wait by the hallway and watch her take everything in.
Candles are lit on the kitchen table with rose petals spread over the tablecloth. Kaylie’s accordion hearts stand lopsided in the center. Ever chuckles when she sees them. Silver spiral decorations hang from the ceiling with cardboard-colored conversation hearts with little sayings dangling from the ends.
Ever sets the bouquet of roses I sent to her at work on the table, looking around the room at all the little details. She’s smiling when her eyes finally land on me, leaning against the doorway.
“What is all of this?” She looks so happy and carefree. It’s a look I’m going to strive to keep on her face for the foreseeable future.
I shrug, stalking toward her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Wife.” Taking her face in my hands, her hands come to rest on my hips, I kiss the soft skin of her neck. Ever moans. Her sweet scent fills my lungs, and I know I’ll never let her walk away.
When I pull back, it’s to find her smiling, looking at me through those long lashes. “I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day,” she says, sounding apologetic.
I sweep a loose strand of hair from her face and tell her, “It’s okay. I have it on good authority that the boy is supposed to buy the girl a gift. It’s in the rules.”
Ever giggles. “I see. Well, if you have it on good authority, it must be true.”
“Mm-hmm.” I kiss her slowly, tasting her. My kiss is hungry, animalistic, and urgent. I want Everly. Right here, right now.
She reacts with a whimpering plea. I turn her, moving us toward the couch, lifting her by her ass as her legs wrap around me. Ever’s body begins rubbing against mine, seeking friction and release. Her nipples are tight under her thin cotton shirt, and the heat of her pussy rests against my stomach.
“Mason, please.” I love it when she begs. When she loses herself and her inhibitions, Everly is the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Please, what?” I lower her to the couch, tugging her top off over her head as she goes down. Her lace bra does nothing to hide her stiff peaks. I lean down, capturing one in my lips through the lace, and bite down. Ever arches up, her back rising off the couch as she cries out.
Reaching for my back pocket, I find my knife and flick it open. Everly’s eyes widen at the sight of my blade, but I’d never hurt her. She knows I’d never hurt her.
With a devilish grin, I cut her bra, allowing her breasts to spill free. Her breath catches, and her chest, neck, and cheeks are flushed pink with her arousal. I dive back in and suckle each breast, giving them ample attention, ratcheting up Ever’s arousal. Her hips thrust and thrash, but my weight on her thighs keep her pinned in place. With one hand gripping her wrists, I hold her where I want her, not letting her touch me as I explore her beautiful body.
I rub my nose from her temple to her cheek, then lightly ghost hers with mine, lightly licking them with the tip of my tongue. Ever gasps, and I take her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, devouring every moan she gives me. I kiss her until she’s breathless, pulling back only when I see her eyes have glazed over.
“God, you’re good at that,” she mumbles.
“You think that was good?” I put one hand between us and push past the waistband of her skirt and panties until I reach the small bundle of nerves. I circle it slowly, with just the right amount of pressure, and watch as she squirms, fighting to free her hands. I kiss her mouth, sliding my fingers further until they’re seated inside her and begin pumping them in and out in a rhythm I know will set her off.
Ever gasps and moans, her hips lifting just enough to ride my hand and chase her release. When the first orgasm hits, I bite her lip, causing her to cry out. Her eyes snap to mine, her heated glare one that promises retribution.
