My eyes are glued to her while I stroke my cock. “Are you going to come for me?”
She bites her lip, nodding. Those little noises she’s making drive me closer to the edge.
“Look at me. Keep those eyes on me when you come.”
Only look at me. I don’t say it, but I mean it.
Her gaze collides with mine. It’s hazy with desire. I know it a moment before her orgasm hits, watching it play out.
“Cole!” The plea breaks off in the sexiest cry of ecstasy.
“That’s it, Evie. Does it feel good? I’m right there.”
My cock swells thicker. I jerk it faster, all of my focus on her melting against her bedroom wall with my jacket slouching off her shoulder. I don’t allow myself to take my eyes off her when my release hits. I bite back a groan as I shoot my load into my hand.
Once we’ve both caught our breath, we’re grinning at each other. I can’t stop staring at her as she sits up with a pretty blush.
“This is going to be on my mind every time I put that on,” I say.
Her flush darkens. “If I give it back. I could keep it.”
A rumble leaves me. “I like that idea, too.”
We clean up and continue talking without any awkwardness. It’s always easy with her.
I stretch across the bed. “How was your day?”
“Good. I spent most of it finishing a new design and packing orders.”
“Did you remember to eat?”
She’s silent for a beat. “Totally.”
“You’re about to make yourself a bowl of midnight cereal, aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” she mutters. “Thanks.”
I chuckle. “Gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself when I’m not there to do it, sweetheart.”
It takes three tries to say goodnight because we keep talking. I’m reluctant to end the call, but when we finally do I lay in bed with my arms folded behind my head.
This is wearing my resolve thin. Eve is the one who decided this should be no strings. I thought when we agreed to do it like this, we could both get what we needed but it isn’t enough anymore.
Not by a long shot.
I want the real damn thing with her. Except sneaking around online has been a much lower risk than having an actual secret relationship.
It’s agonizing that after all we have together hidden on our phones, I’m not able to wrap her in my arms and show the world how much I want her no matter the consequences.
After a few short months, I feel closer to her than anyone in my life. I can hardly imagine it without her at this point. She’s the one I go to first when I want to talk about something. I’ve opened up to her about the things I haven’t been able to admit to other people.
We’ve shared our dreams. Our fears. We’ve grown to be people we each lean on.
Eve doesn’t realize it, but she shifted something between us by putting my coaching jacket on tonight. This isn’t the game we started back in January. We’re far past that. The rules have changed.
By wearing it, Eve told me she’s all fucking mine. And once I have her, I’m not letting go.
TWENTY-ONE
