by Ali Parker
The doors opened, and we spilled out down the hall and went to Penny’s front door. Evelyn unlocked it quietly and poked her head in. When she established that the coast was clear, she motioned me to follow with a wave of her hand. Once I was inside, she pressed the door closed and locked it.
“Come have a seat over here,” she whispered as she patted a chair at the kitchen island. “Do you want anything? Water? Tea?”
“Tea?” I asked. What kind of man did she think I was? The sort to sip English breakfast out of a floral patterned china cup with a popped pinky? Not a chance.
“Yeah. Or coffee. Or—”
“Water is fine.”
“Okay,” she said. She filled me up a glass and set it down in front of me. Then, she shuffled off down the hall to what I assumed was the bathroom. She returned a minute later with a red first aid kit in her hand.
I found this entertaining. “She actually has one of those under her bathroom sink?”
Evelyn unzipped it and frowned at me. “Of course. All normal people do. You never know what could happen.” She pulled out gauze and bandages and Polysporin and several other things that lost my interest rather quickly. Then, she began dabbing gently at my bruises and cuts until she was satisfied I wasn’t going to get any infections.
Little did she know, this was a cakewalk compared to some of the beatings I’d taken when I used to work for Warren. I’d be right as rain in the morning.
When she was done, she packed up the kit, zipped it up, and returned it to its rightful place under the bathroom sink. By the time she came back, I’d finished my glass of water. She offered me another one, which I declined, so she put the glass in the kitchen sink.
It became clear there were no more distractions left. No cuts to clean. No bruises to scrutinize. No water glasses to fill. It was just the two of us.
Evelyn bit her bottom lip and looked at me. “Do you want to sit down for awhile?” She nodded to the living room behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder. The plush cream-colored sofa looked comfortable, and the idea of sitting down on it cuddled up next to Evelyn wasn’t so bad. I spotted a pillow beneath the window and a folded up blanket. It seemed a little odd, but I didn’t say anything as I got up and followed Evelyn into the living room. She dropped down on the couch, and I followed suit.
“I’m not going to get any blood on this thing, right? Penny hates me enough as it is.”
Evelyn smiled. “You’re not bleeding anymore, and you’re all cleaned up. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
My head was feeling a lot less fat now and my body a lot less achy. So I figured it was a good time to let her know how stupid I thought she had been back at The Stokes. “You know. That stunt you pulled back there was pretty foolish.”
She blinked at me. “Sorry?”
“You shouldn’t have intervened. He could have hurt you. Or worse.”
“Excuse me? I intervened because he was going to kill you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No. You might not have known that because you were the one who was being bludgeoned in the face. I was the one watching it happen. I think I was a better judge of who needed saving and who needed to step up. Besides. It all worked out in the end.”
“Because the cops were coming,” I said.
“So what? I should have just let him keep going? What if he killed you? Or knocked you unconscious? Then, I would have been left to fend for myself anyway.”
I rubbed my beard. “You were supposed to get the hell out of there.”
Evelyn crossed her arms under her breasts. I noticed for the first time how sexy she looked tonight. I’d been too preoccupied with everything else to pay attention to her skintight black dress with a revealing neckline. She heaved a sigh, and her breasts swelled. “You’re kind of an ass, Derek. You know that?”
“People make a habit of reminding me often enough.”
“Maybe you should take a hint then,” she said sourly.
No woman had ever looked hotter to me. She was fierce as hell. Fiercer than me, even. Her fire was red hot, and it was clear to me that she would not back down. I looked her over and didn’t bother trying to hide that I was checking her out. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days, Evelyn.”
She shifted so that she was leaning a little closer. “Is it?”
I nodded and reached out to brush her hair back off her shoulder. It was silky smooth between my fingers. “Yes. It may already have.”
“How so?” she whispered.
I didn’t tell her with words. Instead, I closed the space between us and cupped the back of her neck in one hand. I pulled her to me and sealed my lips over hers. She melted into me instantly, and I was overwhelmed with everything that was her.
The taste of berries. The smell of roses and soap. Skin softer than velvet and lips so plush, they felt like pillows against mine.
It had been a long time since I’d kissed a woman like this, and I was incapable of stopping myself. I had to have her. Right here and now. And the way she was breathing and clinging to my shirt told me she wanted the same things.
Chapter 16
Evelyn
Derek’s kiss wasn’t what I’d been expecting. I didn’t think tenderness was a quality a man like him would possess, but the way he cradled my head and grazed my lips with his was so soft, so sweet, that I worried I might turn to putty in his hands. I was worried I would give everything to him.
There were little alarm bells going off in my head.
Push him away.
Tell him to leave.
You’re on Penny’s couch, girl, what are you thinking?
He’s going to hurt you.
You’re already damaged enough.
What. Are. You. Thinking.
None of those thoughts won the battle raging between my mind and my body. It felt like every single neuron was firing and sending little white-hot jolts of desire to every part of my body, specifically the places he was touching. My lips, my neck, my waist. It felt so fucking good to have his hands on me.
It had been far too long since a man had touched me like this. Since law school. And even then, it had been nothing compared to this. It had been routine. Expected. Pressured.
This was different. This was real passion and fire, and it had all come to a head right now. Every passing look we’d shared and every dirty thought that had raced through either of our minds was rushing to the foreground and calling the shots.
I had only been with three men my entire life, and calling them “men” was generous. The first had been the boy, Ralphie Kennedy, who took me to my high school prom. He’d been a nice kid with a cute smile and dimples, and I’d had a crush on him since my junior year. Being his date had been a dream come true. Losing my virginity to him had been an anticlimactic thirty-four-second pump fest that made me swear off sex altogether. Until law school.
I had sex with two guys there. One was named Jerry and the other Lou. The sex had been vanilla and gentle. Nothing special. I never craved it or missed it or found myself in the mood to have it. They always initiated, and I always reciprocated like a good girlfriend should. Desire was foreign to me.
But Derek was a whole new world.
I wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone or anything in my entire life. Just his presence had me itching to rip my clothes off for him. I wanted to peel his shirt off with my teeth. I wanted to be whatever he needed me to be.
Derek pinched my bottom lip gently between his teeth before pulling away to look deeply into my eyes. “Maybe I should leave.”
No.
My gut swirled with panic at the thought of him getting up and walking away from me right now. My body was on fire, and there was a wetness in my panties that I’d never experienced before.
“Stay,” I whispered as I rested my hands on his chest. His muscles were firm beneath my palms, and I loved the way they rolled and shifted as he reached out to wrap his arms around my low
er back. “Please.”
A smile crept across his perfect lips. “Please, you say?”
I nodded. Could he see my desperation? Smell it? I didn’t care. I was so turned on, I’d shout it to the world how badly I wanted him inside me.
Derek didn’t make me shout it to the world. He sealed his mouth over mine in another mind-blowing kiss and pushed me down until I was lying on my back beneath him. He held himself above me as his lips moved from mine down my jaw, my throat, and to my chest, where my breasts were swelling with each breath at the neck of my very low and very tight black dress.
He kissed the top of my cleavage, and I giggled.
Derek glanced up at me, bemusement twinkling in his eyes as I tried to silence my breathless giggles. Now was not the time to act like a schoolgirl. He’d want a woman. I could be that, but then he whispered, “You have the best laugh.”
I blushed, and he worked his way down the length of my body. I reached behind my back to find my zipper, but he wasn’t waiting on me. He took the hem of my dress and rolled it up my thighs.
This was happening. There was no stopping it now. The member of a motorcycle gang was about to see my pussy.
Holy fuck.
I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying something that might make him stop and watched as he pushed my dress up over my waist. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d worn cute panties, a thick-banded black lace thong with a jewel dangling from the top.
Derek pushed my knees apart. I bit down harder on my tongue.
He watched me as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and stopped with two fingers resting against the fabric of my panties. He began rubbing in slow circles, spreading my juices everywhere. I’d probably seeped right through the thin cotton.
Derek nudged the fabric aside and ran one finger through my juices. He smirked. “Does a little bit of danger turn you on?”
I shook my head.
“Are you sure?” he asked, tipping his head to the side. The look he was giving me was the sort of look the devil himself might give his mistress. And I loved it. Then, he eased a thick finger inside me.
I sucked in a breath of surprise. A tight knot built somewhere below my stomach like a thirst that needed to be quenched. He curled his finger and pressed upward. I gripped the sofa cushions beneath me as Derek leaned over me. He lowered himself down so that our noses were practically touching.
“I’d ask you to scream for me, baby, but we don’t want to wake up your roomie.”
And then his finger was doing something magical inside me. I moaned and arched my back when he slid another digit inside me. It was almost too much. There was no way I would be able to keep it together and not wake Penny up. The last thing I needed was to have her walk in and find me half-naked with a gang member finger fucking me for all I was worth.
Which is exactly what he was doing.
My breaths grew quick as he worked me harder and faster. Nothing had ever felt so good. That tight little knot below my belly was tightening and tightening, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it unraveled and I was blessed with waves of pleasure.
I moaned again.
Derek clamped his free hand down over my mouth. At first, I was a little surprised. I widened my eyes at him, and he kissed my cheek as he worked harder between my legs. My moans became whines of pleasure until it was all too much, and then I fell silent, willing the orgasm to hit.
It struck with force. I came violently. The tight knot blew apart and ecstasy raced through my veins. Derek kept his hand over my mouth, and my breathing became more labored.
When he pulled his fingers out of me, he lifted his hand from my mouth and then slithered down the length of my body to settle between my legs. He pushed my thighs back and dipped his head low so he could run his tongue over my opening and lap at my juices.
I had never let a man do such a thing before.
It was exquisite.
His tongue rolled over me with expertise. He knew all the places to hit and to linger. He knew when to suckle and when to flick. I had to hold my breath and then bite down on my wrist when I came for a second time to avoid screaming his name at the ceiling.
He moved back up my body to kiss me some more. I could taste myself on his lips. I was even more aroused.
He straightened and slid off the couch like a man who had not just been in a brawl. He moved effortlessly. He stripped out of his pants and pulled his muscle shirt over his head. His body was a work of art. When he was half naked like this, I could appreciate the broadness of his shoulders and the narrow cut of his hips. He had sexy indents that pointed to his groin like an arrow telling me where I needed to go.
And I wanted to go there.
His boxers were black and skintight. The bulge beneath them was intimidating. He hooked his thumbs in the band and worked them down. As he stepped out of them, I could look nowhere else but at his cock. His meaty head glistened with a drop of pre-come, and his shaft curved upward to his belly button, where a trail of dark hair crept up to his chest and spread outward.
I swallowed. He was magnificent.
I sat up and shimmied to the edge of the couch. Derek gripped his shaft and stared down at me. “Do you have a condom?”
I blinked. I did not. “No.”
“Does Penny?”
“Uh—”
“Go get one.”
I bolted up from the couch like a good girl and hurried down the hall. Derek whistled behind me as he watched me go, and I felt my cheeks burn as I ducked into the bathroom. I yanked open the top right drawer to look down at Penny’s condom collection. She had them organized into four little Tupperware containers. To my relief, there was a magnum condom tucked against the side of the drawer. I plucked it out and hurried back to Derek, who I handed the condom to.
He didn’t say anything about the size I’d chosen.
As he went to tear it open, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“No,” he said, ripping the wrapper open and pulling the condom free. He rolled it over his thick cock.
“I want to,” I said. My voice was thick with need. I didn’t even sound like myself.
He shook his head and grabbed my arm to pull me to my feet. Then he took me by the hips and spun me around. “You can suck my cock when I want you to. Right now, I just want that sweet wet pussy of yours. Get on your knees on the sofa.”
I obeyed. I planted each knee on a sofa cushioned and leaned forward to rest my elbows on the back of the sofa. I looked back at him over my shoulder as he stepped up between my legs. I pushed down and arched my back for him. He pressed the tip of his cock against the opening of my pussy. I was so swollen and wet. He held himself there, teasing me.
I pressed back.
He groaned as I took him. The sound was delicious. I wanted to hear it again. I bounced slowly on his dick, feeling him press into every part of me.
“Oh god,” I whispered.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “How do you like to be fucked, baby?”
I didn’t know how to answer his question. I’d never been fucked good enough to know. But I knew what I liked in my fantasies.
Derek tugged on my hair harder and leaned over me as he drove into me hard. I moaned as he kissed and nibbled my shoulder. “I asked you a question.”
“Hard,” I whispered. “Fuck me hard.”
Derek pushed my face down into the back of the sofa cushions. Then, he thrust hard against me, his thighs slapping against the backs of mine as he rode me. His grip tightened in my hair, and the control he demanded was everything I had been craving. I wanted him to call the shots.
I screamed into the pillows when I came. Derek groaned behind me again. He bucked, and I trembled, my knees weakening with every thrust until he was done.
When he pulled out, he squeezed my ass and gave me a nice little slap. I yelped into the sofa, and he pulled me back, where he rained kisses down my cheek and on my lips. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
I was out of breath. I didn’t know that. I’d never considered myself sexy before.
But I believed him when he said it, and I wanted to hear it over and over. I wanted to fuck him over and over.
Next time, he’d let me suck him off. Next time, he’d let me show him how good I could make him feel.
Chapter 17
Derek
Evelyn’s cheek rested on my bare chest, and she was running her fingers through the hair on my chest. Her hair was stuck to the side of my face, but I didn’t mind. She smelled like flowers.
She’d fetched the blanket and pillow under the window and brought it over to the sofa and set up a little bed for us. Both items also smelled like her. The blanket was pulled up to her waist, and she’d changed into a silky nightgown that had me thinking all kinds of thoughts about her. Her pussy had been so fucking tight and slippery wet that all I wanted to do was be back inside her. But she was tired, and truth be told, so was I. It had been one hell of a night.
Evelyn let out a soft sigh and snuggled in tighter to my side. It was a miracle we both fit on the sofa somehow. Evelyn was small, and she had tucked herself between me and the back of the sofa. Most of her weight was on me, but I didn’t mind. I liked having her this close.
“So the pillow and blanket were convenient,” I said after we’d been lying in silence for a good ten minutes.
I felt her cheek move against my chest and knew she was smiling. “Yeah. I’m sort of between homes right now. Penny is letting me crash here while I get my shit in order.”
That was news to me. I figured they were roommates. “What’s to get in order?”
Evelyn sighed. “Everything.”
I chuckled and rubbed her shoulder. “So dramatic.”
She looked up at me, and her hand on my chest fell still as she rested her chin on her knuckles. “Not dramatic. Realistic. I jumped ship on a career path that would have given me the financial freedom to be a homeowner and to start my life. To really start it. Now, I’m back at square one. It sucks.”
