by Whitley Cox
Well, if those words didn’t hit him like a sledgehammer to the solar plexus. Probably because that’s exactly how he felt too. He belonged inside her. He belonged with Eva.
Her sigh reverberated through him when he pushed his dick back inside her and resumed his thrusting.
“Yeah, just like that,” she murmured, her fingers once again doing circles around her clit.
He looped his hand back beneath her thigh and continued to pump, the urge to come growing each time she squeezed her muscles around him.
“Close,” she whispered, shutting her eyes again, a sheen of perspiration glistening on the top of her chest and forehead like diamond beads. Was it weird that he wanted to lick those beads? He didn’t fucking care.
“Me too, babe,” he grunted.
And then she did something that he’d never witnessed another woman do before. At least not in real life.
She started to slap her clit with her fingers. Yes, slap.
“Oh God,” she cried.
With her fingers pinned tightly together and her palm open, she tapped her clit over and over again, her body jerking and squirming erratically.
“Oh God, Scott.”
“Right there with you, babe.” He was mesmerized by her hand and the slapping. It was so fucking hot.
Another couple of hard, deep pumps, combined with Eva’s incessant slapping, and he was coming.
Scott grunted and stilled as he dug his fingers into the backs of her thighs. “Fuck!” he ground out. His cock pulsed inside the condom. Thick spurt after thick spurt shot out of him as his orgasm reached its crescendo.
“Yes!” Eva’s head tilted back in the pillows and her hand stilled midair as her body went rigid and a gorgeous red bloomed across her chest and up her neck. Scott’s gaze fell down to where they were connected, to her insanely swollen clit and pussy lips and the gush that rushed out of her, coating the outside of the condom and dripping all over his balls.
The woman continued to be full of surprises. He had never met a woman who liked to slap her clit as she got herself off, nor had he met a woman who got as wet as Eva did. Another thing that was hot as absolute fuck.
With a sigh, she relaxed her muscles and adjusted her head to look at him, her smile knocking every last bit of air clear from his chest. “Wow!”
He grinned down at her, content to still be inside her, despite his quickly deflating cock. “Yeah, wow!”
He released her legs and pulled free of her, removing the condom and tying it off. He glanced at the cum inside. He’d really blown a load; it was a fucking full condom.
“Holy crap, that’s a lot of cum,” she remarked with a smirk, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. “You always blow a load like that?”
Scott snickered and followed her to the bathroom. “No. You just bring it out in me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Is that a compliment?”
“It was meant to be.” He tossed the condom in the trash, then quickly rinsed his dick in the sink.
“All right, then, I guess I’ll take it. Now get out. I need to pee, and even though you’ve licked my asshole, we’re not yet there in our relationship where I’m cool peeing in front of you.”
Scott scoffed. “But I want to be a part of your life in every way.”
She tossed a washcloth at him from the shelf they were all stacked on. “Get out. We need to leave a little bit of mystery.”
Grinning, he caught the facecloth and set it down on the counter. “All right, fine. But hurry up, because I’m not done worshiping that body of yours. The night is young, and my balls aren’t empty.” He closed the door.
“Will you cross-stitch that on a pillow for me?” she called through the door.
“Birthday present!” he called back.
Morning came before either of them was ready, particularly because they’d fucked until the wee hours of it, only to collapse in a pile of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets, with chests heaving and faces smiling sometime around 4 a.m.
But, much like Eva, Scott liked to sleep with his window open just a bit, and the birds in the tree outside his window didn’t know that it was the weekend and had failed to sleep in.
Groaning, Eva glanced at the digital clock on Scott’s nightstand. It was roughly nine thirty.
Okay, fine, it was a respectable time for the birds to get breakfast, but for the achy-limbed Eva, who’d been fucked to within an inch of her sanity last night, it was far too early to be waking up.
A warm, wiry-haired arm snaked its way over her waist, the palm cupping her breast. He tugged her against his chest and his …
“Someone’s up early this morning,” she chided, wiggling her butt against him.
“Always sporting at least a half-chub when you’re around, babe,” he murmured, biting her shoulder. “You have all day, right?”
“Mhmm.”
He encouraged her to roll over so they were face-to-face, but she was reluctant.
“No, no, no,” she protested, drawing the sheet up over her mouth. “Morning breath.”
He tugged it away from her face. “I happen to love your morning breath. I want to wake up to it every day. No hiding, okay?”
Her lips twisted. “You do not love my morning breath.”
His grin was infectious. “Well, no, but I’m not one to not kiss you because of it. Besides, if we kiss, then our morning breaths will mingle, creating one super morning breath. Then our breaths will be the same and we have nothing to worry about. It’s like garlic. One person eats it; the other dies a horrible death. They both eat it, no problem.” Inching closer, he nuzzled his nose against her. “Make sense?”
Her eyes slid to the side and she grew quiet for a moment. This all felt so surreal. In reality, she hardly knew Scott, and yet this man already meant a crazy-scary amount to her.
“Eva?”
She allowed her gaze to drift back to his face, where flecks of gold sparkled in the dark brown of his beautiful eyes.
“You okay?”
Sighing, she brushed her lips over his. “You are just making it damn near impossible to not fall in love with you, Scott Dixon. I am powerless to your charms.”
If she was wearing panties, his grin would have caused them to fly right off. He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs, her body relaxing beneath his weight.
They kissed like they had all the time in the world, because although they didn’t have all the time in the world, they did have the morning and afternoon to spend in bed. Though something told her that that was nowhere near enough. She wanted Scott in her bed every night.
Hands roamed and fingers explored. She was close simply from the grinding and the way the head of his cock knocked the stiff peak of her clit over and over again. He hadn’t even slipped inside and already she was close to losing her mind.
Without breaking their kiss, he opened his nightstand drawer and went on the hunt for a condom. They’d used a fair few last night. She was a bit surprised he was able to get it up again so soon. They’d only been asleep for a few hours when the sounds of daybreak woke them.
His lips paused over hers, and he stilled. “Shit,” he murmured against her mouth. “Out of condoms.”
“What!”
His chuckle and the way his body lightly shook on hers, brushing against the hard tips of her nipples, sent a shock of electricity right down between her legs. “Fear not, my horny little lass. I have an unopened box in the bathroom. Hang on.” He sprung up off her body, his long, hard cock thwacking against his belly from the motion as he stood up. The room was full of light now, even with the drapes drawn. He made a detour to the bathroom and pulled back the curtain to peer outside. “Nope, they’re not home yet.”
“Who? My boys? They shouldn’t be.”
He let the curtain close and turned to face her. “No, the cows.”
“What cows?”
He was in the bathroom and back out in under a second, a full box of condoms in his hands.
“I told you last night that I was going to fuck you until the cows came home, and I just needed to double-check that they weren’t home yet.” That smile … it was most definitely going to be her undoing, if it wasn’t already.
Rolling her eyes, she covered her face with her hand. “Oh, for crying out loud.” Her body trembled as she laughed.
“That’s what you’ll be doing in a sec.” He opened the condom box, pulled out a foil pack and sheathed himself. “Now, where were we?”
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she cupped her breasts and mashed them together before tweaking the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “I think you were about to fuck me.”
He held up one finger. “Ah, yes. Thank you. I almost forgot.” With one knee into the bed, he climbed back over her, his cock now locked at her cleft, which was exactly where it belonged.
“Until the cows come home?” he asked, inching forward just a touch so that his cockhead breached the entrance of her channel.
“Until the cows come home.”
With a mighty moo that made her laugh, he surged forward, claiming her fully with one hard, deep and oh-so-satisfying thrust. She lifted her hips up and locked her ankles around his back, enjoying the new angle and the way his pelvis hit her clit.
She bowed her back and he latched onto a nipple, and just as she gasped from the pain-laced pleasure of his teeth scraping her bud, the definitive sound of multiple car doors slamming and children calling out “Mom!” eviscerated any arousal she might have had.
Scott stilled at the same time she did.
“Mom!”
“Mom!”
Okay, that second voice was definitely Lucas. He had a very distinct timber. For seven, it was unusually deep. She’d even gone so far as to have his hormone levels checked to make sure he wasn’t maturing too quickly. He was fine. The kid just sounded more like Mufasa rather than Simba.
“Is that?”
“My children,” she answered, pushing him off her.
He climbed off willingly, going back over to the window, where he pulled back the drapes again and peered out. “And your ex-husband, it would appear.”
Ice flooded her once-bubbling-hot veins.
Why the hell was Todd dropping the boys off? That was not the plan. He wasn’t supposed to set foot on her property.
She was up and off the bed, searching for her underwear among their piles of haphazardly divested clothes, before she even knew what she was doing.
“Where are my underwear?” she breathed out through as a vice of panic began to slowly squeeze around her chest.
“Here.” He passed her the panties, and she slid into them.
Scott was busy searching through the clothes too and came up with her bra, shirt and skirt before she did. She was dressed in no time and barreling down his stairs, her heels in her hands, muttering, “Shit, shit, shit,” under her breath. She flung open his front door and was halfway down the porch steps before she lurched to a stop.
How the hell was she going to explain her whereabouts?
“Run around to the backyard,” Scott offered, standing in his doorway wearing nothing but the same pair of jeans he’d had on last night. “There is an old gate between the two properties. It hasn’t been used in ages, but it still works. Say that you were in the salon cleaning with the radio on and didn’t hear the boys.”
That was an excellent suggestion, but she didn’t have time to admire his quick-thinking skills. She needed to get next door. The boys were still calling out “Mom!” every ten seconds.
With bare feet and sex-head bed-head, she booked it to the backyard and the gate within the fence Scott had mentioned. It squealed like a stuck pig when she heaved it open, but the upside was that it opened at all. She didn’t slow down but made sure to keep an eye on her yard, in case one of her sons, or God forbid her ex-husband, saw her sneaking through the fence.
So far, she was in the clear.
Out of breath, she slowed her roll when she approached the house, smoothing her hair away from her face and hoping it didn’t look as wretched as it did most mornings. She tucked her heels onto one of the deck steps and continued on around the house to the front, where her sons’ voices were growing more panicked.
“Hey!” she said, spying Kellen first. Tears brimmed in his eyes, but when he saw her, his face lit up like the Christmas tree at City Hall.
“Mom!” As if being chased by the monsters he believed lived under his bed, he beelined right for her, nearly knocking her over as he collided with her legs. “Where were you? We were so worried. Lucas! She’s here. I found her.”
She heard her eldest son’s footsteps smacking against the stepping stones that curved around to the other side of the house, his face appearing seconds later. But unlike his little brother, who was not afraid to show his emotions in front of his father, Lucas’s face became calm, almost steely and stoic as he slowed down and walked toward them. Todd turned the corner a moment later.
“Where were you?” Lucas asked, his tone riding the edge between irritated accusation and fear.
“I was just in the salon cleaning with the radio on. I didn’t hear you guys. I’m sorry.” She cupped his cheek and bent at the waist to peck him on the head. “Why are you guys home so early? Why is your dad dropping you off?”
A glimmer of frustration flitted behind Lucas’s bright blue eyes. “Grandma and Grandpa took us to breakfast. Dad came too and then Grandma was having trouble breathing, so Grandpa took her to the hospital. So Dad brought us home.”
Was Lucas thinking what she was thinking? Why didn’t Todd take his sons and go do something with them for the afternoon? Why didn’t he act like a father and be involved in his sons’ lives? Or why didn’t Todd just take the boys back to Celeste’s house? He knew damn well he wasn’t supposed to be within five hundred feet of her, and they sure as hell were standing closer than five hundred feet.
She cleared her throat and pried Kellen’s arms from around her legs, wrapping her arms around each of her sons’ shoulders. “Well, I’m very happy to see you both. I missed you.”
“We missed you too, Mom,” Kellen said, his eyes red-rimmed but his face bright.
“Interesting that you said you were in the salon. I peered inside the window of the salon and didn’t see you in there. Didn’t hear the radio or see any lights on either. I also knocked,” Todd said, his face so fucking smug she wanted to backhand him into next year.
She shrugged, attempting to appear casual and unfazed. “I was under the stairs. It’s a small storage space off the salon.”
His brows barely lifted, but his jaw tightened. He didn’t say anything though.
“Is Freddie home?” Kellen asked. “Can we go play with him?”
Prickles of unease snagged in her gut. “He’s not home, honey. He’s still at his mom’s house.”
Kellen’s face fell.
“Who’s Freddie?” Todd asked.
“He’s our new friend and neighbor,” Kellen said, his smile back. “He’s really cool. Has a big soccer net in his backyard, and his dad makes great mac and cheese.”
Todd’s nostrils flared. “His dad, huh?” His eyes roved over her body from head to toe and back again.
She tucked her hair behind her ears once more and straightened her posture.
For all his enormous faults, her ex-husband was not an idiot. She watched him do the calculations in his head. They’d already established that Freddie’s parents weren’t together. He was at his mom’s house. Now Todd knew that Freddie’s dad lived next door. All it would take was a couple of assumptions, and her ex-husband would be enraged—as was his MO.
“So you were in the salon, huh?” Todd asked again, having come to his own conclusions, the evidence of them written in the ire on his face.
She didn’t owe him anything, least of all an explanation. “Why are you here, Todd? You know the rules. Celeste does the hand-offs. You should have dropped the boys back with her if you didn’t want them. This”—she
pointed back and forth between them—“is not five hundred feet.”
He rolled his eyes, giving her the look she’d seen nearly every day of their marriage. It was the look he gave her when he was trying to make her feel stupid and small. “Come on, Eva. You know as well as I do that that fucking restraining order is a joke.”
“Is it?” she countered, taking a couple of steps back for good measure, bringing her boys with her.
“Yes. I could have my lawyers contest it and win in a heartbeat. Both you and I know it.”
“Then why haven’t you?” She swallowed down the fear that had grown into a hard ball at the back of her throat, her grip tightening on her sons’ shoulders.
“Because I’m a good guy.”
She fought the urge to laugh.
“I wouldn’t need a restraining order from a good guy.”
Anger flashed in his eyes but quickly dissipated. “I have a meeting I need to get to.” He nodded at his children. “Later, boys.”
“Bye, Daddy,” Kellen said, waving happily. The poor kid, he still held on to a few shreds of love for his father, while Lucas was older and not only saw how Todd treated Eva in the last years of their marriage but also knew how uninterested Todd was in his sons. He’d given up hope on Todd a long time ago, holding nothing but contempt for him now.
Todd’s eyes landed on Eva. “Say hi to Freddie and his dad for me.” Then he headed to his Mercedes SUV, revved the engine and peeled out of the driveway.
Eva let out the breath she’d been holding, though it did nothing for the anxiety that cannoned through her. Did he know?
Did he know who Freddie’s dad was? Or was he just being an assuming jackass, deducing that she hadn’t in fact been in the salon but over at the neighbor’s, but he didn’t know who the neighbor was.
God, she hoped it was the latter.
She and Scott still needed to figure out a way to handle Todd, and him finding out that they were together this way could not be further from ideal.
She also still needed to find a PI and hire the guy to dig up some dirt on Todd.
