“Find out anything?” he asks.
“Nothing good, but made a new friend.” I pocket the card, ready to get back to my girl and see if they’ve finally made up.
Damon
I toss a pair of jeans and my t-shirt at Evan. She’s stretched out on our bed, practically boneless. She sets them to the side and props herself on her elbows. Her stormy eyes are suggestive, and with her naked, I’m tempted to sink back into her.
We could spend hours reconnecting physically, but this needs to be dealt with before the guys rejoin us. Those eyes of hers make me want to say fuck it and fuck her.
I shake my head and put on my own jeans. “We need to leave this room or we’ll just fuck all night.”
“And that’s a problem?” She gives me this cheeky grin that makes my heart do funny things and my cock get even more ideas.
I chuckle darkly. “No, but we won’t have a chance to work out our issues if I’m buried deep inside you.”
She releases her breath and grabs the shirt, not bothering with a bra. I toss her a pair of panties. She arches her eyebrow as she pulls them on.
Standing, she shimmies into her jeans as I put on a shirt. I grab the front of her jeans and draw her into me. She slides her hands under my shirt, touching my abs, my sides, my back. Fuck.
When I lower my face to hers, she tips her head expecting a kiss.
“Be a good girl and get your shoes on.”
She pouts when I don’t kiss her. But when she turns to go find her shoes, I smack her ass.
She shakes her head and glances over her shoulder at me. “Hawk does that better.”
I laugh. She smiles before disappearing into her room to get her shoes. Fuck, I love this girl and need to do everything in my power to make this right.
I sink down onto the edge of the bed to put on my own shoes. I haven’t taken the time to watch all the videos from this week. Mostly because I didn’t want to have a hard-on and not be able to do anything about it in Ivan’s room.
I’ll probably watch them with Evan sitting on my dick or her sucking my cock. Either will work.
Not watching them just made me want her more. Watching her do her homework. Talking to her over text when everyoneelse was asleep. I could see her, but not hear or feel her. Even a little broken, we’re bound tight together.
She comes back in and leans in the doorway to the bathroom. “Your dad asked if I wanted to move rooms.”
I lean back on my hands on the bed and arch an eyebrow. “What made you stay?”
She glances toward her bedroom. “That’s not my bedroom.”
She pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me stopping between my knees. “This is my bedroom. It has been since I moved in.”
I grab her and pin her down on the bed. She laughs, and I lean down and kiss her.
EvanAnn
The night is a little chilly, so Damon added his sweatshirt to my look before we headed out. I snuggle into his back as he shifts gears and drives us out of town. He doesn’t go to our spot, but the pull-off where Cam and I parked.
When he rests his bike on the kickstand, I slide off. I hook my helmet next to his on the handlebars and have him help me climb on in front of him. As much as I want to see his face, I sit with my back to his front, resting against him.
It’ll be easier to focus and feel more like our late night chats. Except he can hold me, and I can feel his warmth.
He wraps an arm around my middle and rests his chin on my head. I tangle my fingers with his and give him my weight.
“Last Friday was fucked up,” he says, opening up the conversation.
“It was bound to happen. We’ve been sharing a bed for weeks, and they just caught on to it.” I blow out a breath. “I’m not upset they know, but it’s made it awkward a few times.”
