Fuck, I missed him. I missed this. I missed having them all here.
“If you want us to stay, we can. But I have the feeling you two need some time to be alone.” Cam gestures to Hawk. “Come on, there’s a party I want to see if a girl will show up to.”
“I mean, I could just watch,” Hawk says, and his eyes darken.
My gaze jerks to Cam at the mention of a girl.
He chuckles and closes the distance between us. “Just following up on a lead, goody. The only girl I want is right here. We’ll be back later.” He lifts his gaze to Damon’s. “After you two have had some time to get reacquainted and talk.”
Cam tips my chin up and kisses me. I grab onto his shirt as Damon grabs my hips. I groan into his kiss, needing more from all of them.
Hawk pulls Cam away, and I look up to meet his green eyes. “I’m going to down some energy drinks and be back to make you scream, baby girl.”
I bite my lip. Spending time with each of them alone has been the highlight of this week. Hawk and Cam together always make me overwhelmed in a good way. But just holding on to them at night, knowing they’re there for me... I’m glad we got to take this time with each other.
“Try not to make her too sore.” Hawk hits Damon’s arm before he swoops down to kiss me breathless.
“No promises.” Damon’s voice runs down my spine like a caress. “You know how she likes it.”
“Talk. Fix your shit so we can get back to everything else. We need to be solid again.” Cam looks at both of us.
Damon gives a small nod before Cam and Hawk head out, leaving Damon and me alone. For a second, we just stand there, pressed together. His front to my back. Just breathing in the moment of finally reconnecting.
Damon steps away, and I turn to see what he’s doing. He lifts me against him, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. My fingers tangle in his hair. His smile is cocky.
“I need a shower.” His blue eyes are soft for me and only me. So different from last Friday. My heart soars.
He carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom. Once we’re in the bathroom, he sets me down on the counter. When I reach for my tie, he grabs my hands.
“Not yet.”
I search his eyes, but nod. Are we going to talk first? Something dark lingers in my stomach, waiting for the gut punch, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. Not really. I just don’t trust that everything will go my way.
He steps away and turns the shower on. When he returns, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter before resting his forehead against mine. His eyes close, and I reach out to wrap my hands in his t-shirt.
“Damon, I?—”
“Shh, I just want to hold you.” He slides his hands beneath my skirt. “I missed you so fucking much, Evan. With the way we left things, I felt so distant from you.”
I touch his jaw. “I’m always yours.”
He releases his breath against my lips and some of the weight falls off him. He leans in and takes my mouth, tentatively, softly,exploring me. My lips part beneath his and I let him in, because I’ll always let Damon in.
It’s as easy as breathing. He pulls away and toys with my tie.
“Good because I’m not letting you go.” He slips the tie off me and kisses my neck while he works on the buttons of my blouse.
When I tug at his t-shirt, he stops to take it off with one hand and then he’s back at my neck, working on leaving his mark because the last one he left faded. I explore his chest, reacquainting myself with the dips and swells of his muscles.
He undresses me slowly, kissing every inch of bared skin. My collarbones, the tops of my breasts, my stomach. After he tugs my skirt and panties off, he lowers himself to his knees between my legs, pushing my knees out wide. I flatten my hands on the counter behind me to stabilize myself.
My breathing is fast and unsteady. He lifts his darkened gaze to mine before his mouth closes over me. I cry out at the first touch of his tongue against my clit. When I try to close my legs around his head, he holds them firmly open as he rediscovers me.
When he slips his fingers inside me and fucks me, I arch back, caught up in the feeling. He pushes me closer to the edge with every stroke until my release takes me. My toes curl as he keeps fucking me and sucking on my clit. It’s too much.
“Damon, I can’t—” I cut off on a cry as I tip into another release. He kisses my inner thigh, making me tremble. Boneless, I watch him with hooded eyes as he rises and strips off his pants.
He presses his cock against my entrance and grabs my hair to tip back my head. “Look at me, Evan.”
