“Oh.” My brain registersplot twist, right before he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
He’s on his knees between my legs, pulling my hips up so my ass is off the bed while my face slides off the pillow and onto the mattress.
“Ready for another plot twist, sassy girl?” Before I can answer, he drives into me as he pulls my ass to his groin with a slap of skin on skin.
The moan it rips from my throat sounds feral.
He pounds into me with one hand on my breast and another reaching between my legs to circle my center.
I can’t take all the sensations as my legs give, my lower body inching toward the mattress.
“Uh-uh, Ever. Bring that ass back to me.” He slides his hand from my breast to my hip, pulling me back up and into him to meet his long, slow thrust. He freezes there, though it costs him. His arms tremble. “Be a good girl and take it, Ever. I know you like it. You’re dripping for me. Tell me you like it. Tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me till you come.” I’m panting again with the force of his long, slow glide into me. Too slow. I want more. I fleetingly wonder if people ever hyperventilate from sex. The thought vaporizes with the circles he’s drawing on my clit. His finger is slippery. So am I.
“Uh-uh. One more time, Ever. Come for me, baby. Then I will.” As if on command, my walls start convulsing around him. He drives in harder. The hand on my hip holding me up slides around to my ass, and I feel his thumb dip into my slick opening where he’s sliding into me. Slicking it with my come, he draws it back up slowly until he findsmy other opening. He pushes his thumb softly against it, swirling it, moistening it, then harder.
It’s like shock waves. So many nerves. My whole lower body clenches up and shudders. And still he drives into me, pulling all the way out and plunging in. His other hand circles my clit. All the sensations, the trembles, the animal moans—I can’t control my body. It belongs to him. Every nerve ending is so heightened I feel a drop of sweat from his face hit between my shoulder blades like the prick of a needle just before his final thrust sends his body into its own shudders.
He finally allows me to sink to the bed as he does too, his body covering mine. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him. His lips are parted on my shoulder, his heavy breathing making the spot warm and wet. As his panting slows, his lips press together, kissing my skin repeatedly. “God, I love you, Everly Davis.” His arms tighten around me. His lips press against my shoulder again.
“I love you, Julian McKay. Plus, you’re really good in bed, so, go me,” I tease.
He smacks my ass loudly and rolls me to face him, pulling my thigh up to drape my leg over his hip. “Did I just hear you ask me for another plot twist? Because I might need a minute to accommodate my needy girl.” He kisses the corner of my lip.
I crook my eyebrow in challenge.
Chapter 22
Julian
Everyone is making a big deal about my birthday, and it’s got me a bit crazed. No one has ever made a big deal or even cared about my birthday until now. Except Taya a couple times after she found out. After twenty-two years, yeah. It’s giving awkward self-importance vibes. Although Allie has tried the last couple of years to make me celebrate, even that was meager. I mostly indulged her because it was easier than protesting. She’s all about energy and signs, and now that I’m with Ever, I’ve got to admit her logic tracks.
As a Libra, Julian, it’s important you have strong social connections. It’s in your nature. Your sign is ruled by Venus, the planet of love. You’re drawn to love, beauty, harmony and relationships. Let people love on you.
So I’m letting these people of Blue Lake, that I love, love on me, as cheesy as that sounds. I only hope it’s low-key. Plus, if it’s going to be good for business and the brand, I’ll suck it up.
“Hi, boyfriend.” Ever bounces into the kickboxing room as my last classfiles out.
We’re less careful now about PDAs. Mostly because everyone in a town this size already knows we live together at Allie’s, which will soon be ours and kinda already is.
She wraps her arms around my sweat-drenched muscle-shirt-clad torso and kisses me on the lips.
“Hi, girlfriend. What can I do for you?”
She kisses me on the lips again, ignoring my sweaty skin.
I love that she isn’t grossed out by sweat. In fact, I think she kinda likes it. I focus my eyes on her face and ignore the pull in my groin.God, I hope we always want each other this way.
“I need to know your favorite cake.” She’s enjoying this way too much.
I roll my eyes. “Cake too?”
“Duh. It’s a birthday. There’s always cake.”
“What if I don’t like cake?” I nuzzle her ear, inhaling her scent.
“You have to have cake.” She reaches up and twists her fingers into the longer locks of hair on top of my head and tugs softly—her favorite thing since ourplot twist. I let her pull my head away from her neck and look into her almost opaque eyes. “Or some kind of birthday dessert,” she insists.
