Was she really saying what I think she’s saying? Has Evie substituted a vibrator for an actual boyfriend? Such a gorgeous girl like her, it just doesn’t make sense. She must have tons of guys hitting on her constantly.
My chest tightens as images of men chatting her up enter my mind. They’re not even real guys, and I want to break their faces. And then I think of Brad…
“No,” I growl, throwing the truck into drive. “Don’t think about him.”
I pull away from Evie’s apartment, pushing the image of Brad and other faceless men from my mind. But that leaves a void, a void instantly filled with visions of Evie, alone in her bed, legs spread, getting herself off over and over because she’s too afraid to let a man do it for her.
Not ‘a man.’Me.
My gut wrenches as a pulse of possessive fury slams into me. A desperate need. It’s absurd for me to be jealous of a plastic toy, but I am. I don’t want anyone or anything near that virgin pussy. It belongs to me.
And not having it now is killing me.
The drive home is pure torture. All I want to do is turn around, speed back to her apartment, knock the door down, and ravage her. I want to bury my nose between her thighs and fill my lungs with her scent. I bet she tastes divine. I need her sweet juices coating my tongue, my chin, my cheeks…
“Fuck,” I grunt, losing myself in my fantasies.
Has she ever thought of me while using one of her toys on herself? Has she thought of me like I’m thinking of her now?
I’m going to replace every mechanical orgasm she’s ever had with something so mind-blowing she’ll never touch her toys again. After I have my way with her, she’ll be changed so fully that the only thing that can satisfy her will be me.
I can’t wait to watch her wrap those plump lips around my cock, to watch it slide in and out of her, stretching her with my enormous girth.
I’ll blow her mind.
My cock is aching as I pull up to the house. I can barely even walk right as I make my way inside. Her beauty invades my mind as I slump down on the couch and unzip my pants. There’s a bottle of hand lotion on the coffee table, and I pump a few squirts into my right palm and go to work on myself.
I’m so turned on it’s less than a minute before I’m coming, picturing Evie’s face beneath me, twisted in ecstasy, crying out my name as I fuck her just like she needs to be.
“Dawson!”
My cum sprays everywhere. All over my shirt, my pants, and even some on the home renovation book on the table. That’s going to be a pain to clean up, but I have to laugh.
Wiping my hand on my pants, I take out my phone and send a text to Evie.
Tomorrow night. My house. I’ll cook for you. Say yes.
I know she’s going to take forever to respond. She always does. But to my surprise, my phone buzzes as I’m on my way upstairs to my bedroom.
Yes.
I stare back at the word and feel everything change.
This is it. She’ll be here.
And this time, she’s not getting away.
8
EVIE
I’m tremblingas I step up to Dawson’s door. I could have bailed, but I didn’t. I thought about canceling six times while getting ready, but I didn’t.
I’m here now. I want to be brave for him. For myself. Show him that I actually like him and that turning away was a mistake.
I also don’t know if ‘like’ is the best word to describe my feelings for him…
It’s definitely something closer to infatuation. Obsession. I barely caught a wink of sleep last night as I just kept waking up after dreaming about Dawson kissing me at dinner.
