“Pretty sure you’ve already figured out what you need to know, based on your last round of research,” I tease, drawing in close to him,distracting him from picking up my culinary mess. “This can wait, Evan. How about you let me join in on the practice tonight?”
He nods, tugging me upstairs and into my room. As soon as the door is shut, he whirls around on me and crowds me back into the door. His rough hands come up to grab the sides of my jaw, his long fingers curling around to the back of my neck. His hot mouth engulfs mine, and I’m reduced to weak knees and muffled whimpers as he kisses me senseless.
“Clothes. Off,” he hums on my lips, between nips and sucks.
Easier said than done, because he’s pressed up against me, rutting his hips against my pelvis. He helps by tugging at the button on my shorts, and I shimmy out of them. His big hand comes up to cup me through my briefs in no time. I arch my neck, the back of my head hitting the door with athunkagainst the hollow wood. “Oh—ungh—yes, Evan,” I hiss, finding that my hips are hitching into his warm palm as if they were autonomous.
“No lace this time?” he asks, panting. His chest heaves laboriously.
“I don’t like it,” I breathlessly admit, accepting the strip he’s licking up my neck before he buries his face in and sucks hard enough it’ll be sure to leave a mark.
Crew necks in the summer—it won’t be obvious, right?
When that statement has had a chance to sink in, he pops off from going all vampire on my neck and regards me with confusion.
“I should be more specific. I don’t like how theylookon me. I only wore them that night because I was out of clean clothes, and I don’t like going commando with a ton of kids around. Feels icky.” I shudder.
“There was another pair in your hamper, though. I saw them that night I did your laundry. A red thong and some lingerie-looking top thing…”
Flummoxed, I rear back, pushing him back slightly. I don’t even own such a set. All I have are those lace, black shorties that Evan saw me in. I can’t see spending all that money on kinky clothing I won’t even look good in.
“Those aren’t mine,” I tell him.
“But,” he stammers, looking even more confused now, “Kai caught me in the laundry room looking at them, and he said they were yours.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head, stepping around Brooks and plunking down on the foot of my bed. Evan sits down next to me. I’m feeling a little exposed, sitting here with no shorts, while he’s still fully clothed. Though, even through his pants, I can see he’s still sporting a pretty decent erection.
“He lied, probably to get a rise out of you. Those are his,” I tell Evan.
I leave out the part where I know this because Kai wore those when I topped him, which wasn’t very frequent at all. Though I am vers, I definitely prefer to bottom. I know, I know…obvious, right? It’s true, I give off BBE—big bottom energy—but hey, what can I say? When you've got a bubble butt as iconic as mine, it tends to be the star of the show.Cue the internal eye-roll.
Evan can see right through my blatant omission, however. “You know they're his because you’ve seen him in them, haven’t you?”
I nod, my lips pulling in a grim line between my teeth.
I’ll admit, I do see what Kai enjoyed about it, because I distinctly recall being jealous of how he looked in them. It was nice to see his big, muscular form tucked behind the dainty lingerie. Bet it’d be even better seeing it on Evan. It’d be hot as heck to see all that masculinity contrasting against the lace and mesh—though I’d never dare suggest it to him.
“Didyou like it?” he asks.
At first, I don’t know how to answer, but the question seems to come from a place of genuine curiosity, not jealousy. I nod again.
Then Evan throws me a complete curveball. “Order me some.”
I gape at him. “Youcan’tbe serious right now.”
“I’m serious,” he reassures me. “I would, but I don’t have a phone until I get to town again. I prioritized getting back here first. Order me whatever you want, and I will pay you back for it.”
“But-but,” I stammer, “would you evenwantto wear something like that for me?”
He shrugs. “If you like it, why not?”
I shake my head. The grin on my face probably needs one of those ‘wide load’ signs you see on the road. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
He shakes his head. “First time I’ve been told that.”
I scoff.
He insists, “I’m serious. Now, where were we?” He tugs at the hemline of my shirt. “Off.”
