With one last deep thrust because she felt so fucking good, he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. She relaxed beneath him, and as boneless as her, Eric didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break their connection when nothing had ever felt so perfectly right. That intimate thought sent a jolt of panic through him because he never lingered inside a woman after fucking her. That was just asking for all sorts of emotional trouble.
Ignoring the dull pang in the vicinity of his chest, he lifted himself up and eased out of her sated body, and the way she smiled up at him so dreamily, so affectionately, fucking eviscerated him inside because she made him ache for that kind of tenderness in his life on a regular basis. Which wasn’t going to happen.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, and disappeared into the bathroom.
He took care of the condom, then braced his hands on the sink and scowled at his reflection in the mirror. “It’s just sex,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just sex. It’s just fucking sex.”
He didn’t feel any better, because no matter how many times he said the words, he didn’t quite believe them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Evie woke to a deliciously hot, hard, distinctly male body pressing hers into the mattress, and she smiled into her pillow, because she was pretty damn sure she was about to get lucky with a hot, toe-curling round of morning sex. Her favorite kind.
She’d always been a stomach sleeper, and she’d drifted off naked, so it was easy enough for Eric to slid up over her from behind, nudge her legs apart with his knees, and settle his hips between her now spread thighs. The head of his shaft found her entrance, teasing her with a prodding pressure that promised to fill her with the hard length of his cock. Eventually.
She hugged her pillow a little tighter. “Good morning,” she murmured, letting him know that she was awake and aware and totally on board with his idea. Even after using up three condoms during the course of the night, she was far from done enjoying this sexy part of her weekend with Eric . . . so long as she kept the physical separated from the emotional. So far, so good . . . or so she kept telling herself. Maybe, eventually, she’d believe it.
“Mmm.” He pushed her hair to one side, nuzzled her neck for a few seconds, then gently bit the curve of her shoulder, causing a zing of pleasure to race all the way down to her pussy. “It’s about to be a fucking fantastic morning, sweetheart.”
The growl in his voice made her sensitive nipples pucker against the sheets. “Yeah?” she taunted playfully.
“Oh, yeah,” he echoed huskily, tossing aside her pillow before he grabbed her hands and stretched them a few inches above her head.
Anticipation hummed through her at the dominant position. Who knew she liked a man to be so confident and assertive in bed? All her past lovers were tame in comparison to Eric. “So far, you’re all talk and no real action,” she teased.
“Is that right?” he drawled in her ear, his voice taking on an indecent edge.
“Mm-hmm.” She brazenly shimmied her ass against his hips, making him groan as his dick lodged a little deeper. “Is this all you got, Mr. Miller? Pinning me down and teasing me with two inches of your cock?”
An abrupt gust of laughter escaped him. “God damn, you’re sassy in the morning.” His mouth brushed her ear again, followed by his tongue rimming the outer shell. “I like it when you’re feisty.”
“It’s called put up or shut up, mister,” she challenged shamelessly.
“I’m all about putting up, baby.” Holding both of her wrists in one hand, he reached down with the other and glided the head of his condom-covered cock through her folds, gathering the wetness there before returning to the entry to her body and pushing excruciatingly slowly inside her.
His chest pressed her breasts to the bed, and his hips deliberately held hers firmly down to the mattress so she had no wiggle room and he was in complete control of how his cock gradually stretched its way inside her.
She couldn’t hold back the groan that rumbled up from her throat. His unhurried pace was pure, delicious, decadent torture. Last night had been all about fast, dirty, hot sex. When Eric had returned from the bathroom after their first time, she’d noticed a change in him, and the second and third round of fucking had been edgy, reckless, and far from gentle or sweet, like maybe he was trying to keep things purely physical, which she completely understood and appreciated considering they both knew this thing between them was just a weekend affair.
Last night, she’d promised him she’d only take what he was willing to give, and for him, that was offering her the best sex she’d ever had and would probably never experience again. And while he made it increasingly difficult not to want more than just a short-term tryst, she wasn’t going to ruin their time together by making demands or expecting him to change who he was, who he’d been since his sister’s death. He’d been honest with her about not being a forever kind of guy, and she had to respect that, no matter how difficult she already knew that was going to be in the end.
He moved inside her from behind, withdrawing slowly and pushing back in with equal languor, her ass tight against his hips as he pumped into her, building the tension inside of her yet not providing enough friction against her clit to get her where she needed to go. She would have used her own fingers to get herself off if he hadn’t had them in lockdown above her head.
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned desperately, hating that she still couldn’t move, that he had all the power and she was helpless to just surrender to him.
“What would you like, baby?” he asked, much too sweetly as he scraped his teeth up the side of her neck, eliciting a rush of wet heat between her thighs that slickened the length of his cock as he pulled out to the tip. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll let you have it.”
“I need to come while you’re fucking me like this.” She was beyond caring that she was pleading and panting. “Please.”
“That can definitely be arranged.” She heard the satisfied smile in his voice as he shifted slightly, then his free hand moved between her hips and the mattress.
She was expecting his fingers to work their magic, but instead felt something hard and cool press against her clit. Before she could comprehend what it was, she heard the click of a switch, and the mini vibrator Evie had seen in the basket of sex aids her mother had given them came to life with a low, steady hum against that needy, hard knot of flesh.
She gasped in shock, her entire body instantly lighting up as though she’d stuck her finger into an electrical socket. Her stomach tumbled, her thighs shook, and behind her, Eric chuckled sinfully in her ear.
She gathered the sheets in her fists, trying desperately to twist beneath him, to rub against the device that felt like a dozen tongues flicking at her clit. “Eric . . . please let me move.”
“Mmm.” He buried his face in her hair and, much to her relief, released her hands. “You beg so prettily, so yes, you can move.” His lower body eased up slightly on hers, allowing her to grind down on the vibe, but his thick erection wasn’t nearly as deep as she needed it to be.
“It’s not enough,” she moaned, wondering when she’d become so wanton and demanding.
“What do you want now?” he asked, his voice rough with amusement.
She huffed out a frustrated breath because he already knew the answer to his question. He was just forcing her to say the dirty words out loud. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep.”
“Greedy girl.” The husky sound of his voice shot straight to her core. “How about you fuck yourself on my cock and take whatever you want, however you need?”
He gave her just enough room to push back and impale herself on his shaft while riding the vibrating toy he held firmly against her clit. She undulated her hips, rocking back and forth, taking him again and again until the friction of his cock, combined with the relentless humming between her legs, had her entire body shaking with the strength of her release.
The force of it was
so intense her lips parted to release a scream of pleasure, only to feel Eric’s big hand cover her mouth to muffle what would have alerted anyone in the nearby vicinity what they were doing inside the cabin. In her ear, he grunted and groaned and swore as he slammed into her from behind, driving impossibly deeper as he came right along with her.
As far as mornings went, it was one of the best ones she’d had in a long time.
Eric took a shower first, changed into a T-shirt and swim trunks since they had the canoe race today, and waited for Evie to finish up in the bathroom before they headed to the lodge for breakfast, where he’d meet the rest of her family that had come to the reunion.
A few minutes later, she came out in a tank top and shorts, though he could see that she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit beneath. She had on only minimal makeup, and he liked her fresh-faced and natural, especially since her cheeks were still pink and flushed from this morning’s satisfying round of sex.
She slid her feet into a pair of flip-flops, slipped an elastic band around her wrist to put up her hair later for the canoe race, and smiled at him. “Ready to go before my mother comes banging on our door?”
“Give me a minute.” He walked up to her, and she let out a startled sound as he buried his fingers in her hair and brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply, passionately.
She tasted like mint and so warm and addicting he wondered how he was going to get enough of her over the next two days. While she gripped the front of his shirt to keep herself steady as she melted into him, he took the next two minutes to devour her mouth—his lips, tongue, and teeth, along with his fingers deliberately disheveling her hair, all joining in to make sure she looked completely and utterly ravished.
By the time he ended the kiss and took in the arousal that painted her cheeks pink and the blissful look in her blue eyes, he was pleased with his accomplishment. “There. Now we’re ready. You might not look freshly fucked, but there is no denying I just kissed the hell out of you. Your lips are red and a little swollen, and your hair is just tousled enough that it’ll be crystal clear to Raquel and Graham, or anyone else who looks at you, that I find you absolutely irresistible.” Which was the truth.
She lifted her hand to fix the strands he’d deliberately mussed up, and he grabbed her wrist to stop her, shaking his head. “Leave your hair alone and own it, Evie, because you’re a beautiful, desirable woman and you need to embrace that.” If Eric did anything for her this weekend, he wanted to build her confidence after the dickheads she’d dated had destroyed it.
So another man can enjoy your efforts? his mind taunted him. Yeah, he didn’t like the thought of another guy touching her or kissing her or fucking her . . . and that certainly was a new and foreign feeling for him.
“Isn’t that what you hired me for?” he asked, reminding her as much as himself of his reasons for being here. “To make sure everyone believes that you have a boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off you?”
She gave him a half smile. “You do your job almost too well. In fact, you’re not too bad at this whole boyfriend thing, considering you’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“You’re my first girlfriend experience.” He winked at her, meaning it purely as part of the whole boyfriend experience gig, but he was beginning to realize that the feelings swirling inside him weren’t part of the act. And that scared the crap out of him. More than he cared to admit.
Hand in hand, they headed up to the main lodge for the breakfast buffet, and when they arrived, they were directed to a room that had been reserved for the family reunion for the weekend. They were greeted by the savory scent of eggs, bacon, and coffee, and his stomach growled accordingly.
The first person to greet them, of course, was Evie’s mother, Lauren, who came up to her daughter and patted her cheeks. “Look at you! You’re glowing this morning,” she said, pretty much insinuating that sex or a few orgasms were the reason for Evie’s lustrous complexion, which Eric supposed they were.
“And so are you, Mom,” she deadpanned, and Eric bit back the smile at the small thread of sarcasm in Evie’s voice. Yeah, definitely feisty this morning.
Lauren blinked at her in surprise, then smiled. “Why, I suppose I am,” she admitted unabashedly. “Morning sex is the best way to start the day, am I right?”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Eric chimed in, truly enjoying Lauren’s refreshing personality, even if she did embarrass Evie, which he found adorable. “Followed by a well-balanced breakfast, of course, to replace all the calories that were burned.” He rubbed his stomach.
Beside him, Evie groaned beneath her breath.
“That’s true.” Lauren nodded in agreement. “You’ve got a canoe race to attend, and you’re going to need to build that energy and stamina back up if you two want to win.”
He grinned at Evie’s mom. “Yes, ma’am. Energy and stamina. Got it.”
Lauren shifted her gaze back to Evie, her expression suddenly serious. “Honey, if you haven’t already figured it out, this one’s a keeper. Not nearly as uptight as you-know-who,” she added out of the side of her mouth.
Eric was still holding Evie’s hand, and he felt her tense as she surreptitiously glanced around the room, obviously looking for Graham and Raquel, the two people she probably dreaded seeing the most.
“Are they here yet?” The barest hint of anxiety touched her voice.
“They checked in last night but I haven’t seen them for breakfast yet,” her mother said. “But we still have another forty minutes before they clear the buffet. Why don’t you introduce Eric around real quick so everyone knows who he is, and then get something to eat.”
Evie nodded and directed him toward her dad, who was drinking a cup of coffee and standing with a small group of people close to his own age. As soon as Gene saw Evie, his eyes lit up, happy to have his daughter near for the weekend, and he drew her close to his side in a warm, affectionate hug.
“Morning, Dad,” she said, smiling at her father.
“Hey, baby girl.” He kissed her temple and shifted his gaze over her head to Eric. “Son,” he added with a welcoming, l-like-you kind of nod.
“Morning, sir,” he replied.
Evie started in on the introductions, giving him the boyfriend label he’d been hired to play. There was a whirlwind of aunts and uncles and cousins and their kids, all on Evie’s father’s side of the family, not that he was going to remember anyone’s name, so he just nodded and smiled. Evie made the rounds with obligatory hugs, and he followed right behind her with handshakes and it’s a pleasure to meet you.
Just when he thought they were done and they were going to head toward the buffet because he was freaking starved, an older gentleman walked into the room, and the transformation on Evie’s face was a beautiful thing to behold—a huge smile, happiness, and unconditional love all wrapped up in an elated expression.
“Grandpa!” she called out, and raced toward the man from across the room, nearly crashing into him with the force of the hug she wrapped around him. “Oh my God. I’ve missed you so much!”
The older man laughed as he embraced her in return, the love between them evident. “I’ve missed you, too.” He released her and smiled. “And I know you told me the news over the phone, but I can’t tell you how proud I am of your nomination for the Humanitarian Award. I knew you would do amazing things in San Diego.”
“Thanks to you,” she said, her voice grateful, reminding Eric of how her grandfather had given her the money to start her business. “You know I couldn’t have done it without your help.”
He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if it was nothing, and turned toward Eric. Her grandfather gave him a shrewd once-over, clearly checking to make sure he was good enough for his granddaughter. “And you must be Eric,” he said.
He assumed that Evie had told her grandfather about him . . . well, the ex-Eric anyway. “Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Evie speaks very highly of you. It’s clear she adores y
ou.”
Her grandfather chucked Evie gently beneath the chin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “I feel the same way about her.” He glanced over to the coffee station. “I need a double shot of caffeine if I’m going to be at the top of my game for everything Lauren has planned today. I’ll talk to you two more later.”
“Sounds good,” Eric said, thinking they’d follow Evie’s grandfather in the same direction for food and drink before his stomach went on strike from being so damn hungry.
“Sissy!”
The word was yelled from somewhere behind Eric, and he glanced over his shoulder just in time to see a good-looking guy, who was wearing pastel plaid shorts and a neon pink tank top, heading straight toward Evie. The dark-haired giant picked her up in his arms and spun her around, while she gave him a mock insufferable look that made Eric curious to find out who the younger man was.
Finally, the grinning guy set her back down on her feet and Evie scowled at him. “You know how much I hate it when you call me Sissy.”
“Of course I do,” he replied with an unrepentant laugh. “You’re my sister, and you know Sissy has always been my nickname for you. Why would that change now?”
“Because we’re adults?” she suggested, just as her brother—her gay brother, if Eric remembered correctly—turned his striking blue eyes Eric’s way.
The other man was not discreet about checking out Eric, and by the time he was done with his perusal, he was smirking at Evie. “I see you brought me some hot eye candy for the weekend.” Then he thrust his hand out toward Eric. “I’m Garrett, by the way. The fashionable one in the family.”
“Eric. Evie’s boyfriend,” he said, introducing himself. Garrett had a firm handshake and a great sense of humor, as far as Eric could tell.
Her brother gave him another appreciative once-over. “Damn, you really scored with this one, Sissy.”
Evie rolled her eyes. “Take your eyes off the merchandise, Garrett. I promise you, he doesn’t play for the same team, and where is Aaron, by the way?” she asked, leading Eric to believe Aaron was her brother’s boyfriend.
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