by Terry Towers
You can do this. Just get it over with, Olivia. No doubt Evan was going to screw Carrie as soon as they got off work.
The thought of Evan being intimate with Carrie and the vision of them kissing spurred me on, breaking down my resistance. He didn’t want me, none of them wanted me. So, what did it matter?
He slipped his hand under my shirt, sliding it up to just below my bra. Trevor hesitated just a moment before his hand snaked underneath to touch my bare breast. My body tensed a moment, but I didn’t resist. I soldiered on. Maybe it would get better. But as each second passed, I became more and more uncertain.
This was a really bad plan.
Suddenly, the car door opened and we both jumped, him pulling his hand from beneath my shirt. I squealed with shock when strong hands fastened on my arms, dragging me out of the car and away from Trevor.
“What the hell?” Trevor asked from behind me, as I turned to face the man who had removed me from the car.
I didn’t have to look up into the face of the man standing before me, I already knew, I recognized the smell of his cologne. “Evan,” I said softly. A rush of relief washed over me, seeing Evan before me, stopping me from the mistake I was considering making. But it also made me angry, very angry. He had no right to just swoop in and be my knight in shining armor. I was going to have sex with Trevor because I wanted to rid myself of the hurt caused to me by the man standing before me. Trevor had just been a means to an end. “What do you want?” I demanded with full belligerence, planting my hands on my hips and glaring up at the subject of my pain.
Admittedly, the anger I saw as I looked up into his eyes matched my own. I was about to be in the fight of a lifetime. “What’s going on here, Olivia? Why are you making out with that idiot? Isn’t that the shit who hurt you? Have you lost your damned mind?”
Trevor scrambled from the car and was now standing just a foot away from us. “Who are you, and what business is it of yours?”
Evan ignored him; he didn’t even give him the courtesy of a glance. “Get on my bike, we’re getting out of here.”
Was this guy for real? I crossed my arms over my chest and shot him a glare. “No way.”
“Yeah, no way,” echoed Trevor. “I don’t know who you are, but you picked the wrong guy to mess with, man.”
Evan finally spared him a brief look. “I suggest you get in your car and get out of here before I give you the beating you deserve, kid.”
My breath hitched in my throat and I stared at Trevor, wondering how he was going to react to being challenged. He always talked big, but when things came right down to it, he was a coward. It didn’t surprise me when he turned away from us and got into his car and drove away without a look back or so much as a goodbye to me. Apparently, seeing a fuming man in uniform was more than he was willing to deal with.
With a snort of disgust, I watched Trevor leave before tearing my arm from Evan’s grasp and turning away from him, making my way back to my own car. Evan wasn’t about to allow me to get away that easily; he followed behind me while I tried to ignore his presence at my back. Upon reaching my car, I released a groan of frustration, spinning around to face him and get him off my tail once and for all. I was done with Evan Fennel. I was done with men. Period. I’d had it right the first time. “What’s with you, anyhow? Unless my father ordered you to stalk me you have no right to be chasing me down.”
Evan flinched. “Of course he didn’t.”
“Then leave me alone. I’m done.” Tears stung my eyes as I turned from him and reached to open my car door.
“I can’t.” His hand shot out and circled around my wrist, spinning me back around to face him. “Could we please talk?”
“I don’t want to,” I growled.
“Too bad.” His expression told me that he wasn’t about to relent. “Just come with me to my apartment, so we can talk. Please.”
I took a deep breath in and slowly released it, finally giving in. “Fine. Whatever. You’re not going to give up until I do?”
“Not a chance.”
“Fine. You win.” It took a little effort to pull my wrist from his grip, but after a second he released me. “I’ll follow behind you.”
He nodded. “All right. If you don’t follow, I’ll come after you.”
I knew he would, I could see the conviction in his eyes.
Chapter Seven
Olivia
I gave myself a pep talk as I drove behind the motorcycle in the direction of Evan’s place. I had no idea what he wanted to talk to me about, but I knew one thing, I had to stay strong. Evan and I weren’t meant to be and that was evident. If he wanted me he wouldn’t have been kissing Carrie.
There was something else bothering me, it was even before my angst over Evan and Carrie, and that was how I’d been such an idiot and thought that having sex with Trevor would fix my problems. The only reason I wanted to have sex with him was for revenge, which was pure insanity since he probably never would have known and certainly wouldn’t care either way. Maybe I wasn’t as mature as I’d thought, because what I had wanted to do was very, very juvenile.
Evan pulled into a parking spot next to the building and I pulled into the vacant slot beside him. Getting out of the car, I was closing the car door behind me as he pulled the helmet off his head. “Come on in and we can talk.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded. “Sure. That sounds like a good idea.” I followed behind him in silence as we made our way into the apartment building and to his place.
As soon as we were in his apartment and I was seated on the sofa, I asked, “How did you know I was with Trevor?”
“I was looking for you. It was sheer chance I looked up at the intersection and saw you getting into his car.”
Cocking my head to the side, I eyed him carefully, confused. “But why were you looking for me?”
He frowned. “To explain.”
“Explain what?”
“About Carrie.”
I rolled my tearing eyes at him. I couldn’t cry, I wouldn’t. “Why should I care who you kiss?”
Evan seemed to be on the verge of losing control, his jaw clenching as he stared at me. “For the love of god, Olivia, for the same reason I care about who you kiss.”
The barrier of hurt and resentment I’d been frantically building around my heart since I saw him and Carrie kissing shook a bit at that statement, creating a hairline crack. How could he know how I felt? If he knew then he wouldn’t have ended our kiss the other day. Could I be wrong in that assumption? If I was I refused to cross the water to him, he’d need to come to me. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“She kissed me. Not the other way around. It took me a moment to react.”
I gave a half-shrug. “Good for you.” I had to keep the wall up, had to. But tears were going to fall, any second.
Please don’t lose it now. Don’t let him see you break down, I silently begged myself. Like it would do any good.
Evan sighed. “Why were you with Trevor?”
I wasn’t sure how to explain without giving away everything I felt and the hurt inside after seeing him with her. Because I’m falling in love with you, the words raced though my mind, but I’d be damned if I was going to admit it. I had to come up with something quick. The truth wasn’t an option. “Figured it was time to give up the V-card and he was as good as anyone…”
A soft curse escaped him. “That’s just stupid.”
“Yeah, I’m an idiot.” I attempted to mask my hurt behind anger. “Except everyone knows it’s a real turnoff to be the first. I might as well get rid of it now. The more that I thought about it the more I figured it was stupid that I was saving it for the right person, no one does that anymore.”
He shook his head. “It shouldn’t be like that, with some jerk like Trevor. Your first time should be special. You had it right the first time.”
Curiosity got the better of me so I had to ask. “What was your first time like?”
He opened
his mouth and snapped it shut again, while running a hand through his hair. “That doesn’t matter.”
It may not have been my business, but I wasn’t about to let it go like that. “Nothing special then, I guess?”
He shrugged. “It was in a hayloft, with the older daughter of the man I was working for that summer. I found out later it was to make her boyfriend jealous. So, I suppose you’re right, it was nothing special.”
“Girls do stupid things.” Yeah, like almost sleep with an ex-boyfriend to hurt a man who would never be your boyfriend. Still, I wasn’t quite ready to admit that. “If it wasn’t with Trevor then it’d eventually be with someone else who will want me and then decide he wants someone else instead. Might as well just get it out of the way.”
He frowned. “Says who?”
“Let’s call it a hunch.”
Evan shook his head. “It isn’t always like that. Just because you’ve had issues with men doesn’t make it the gospel. Two bad relationships doesn’t mean a damned thing.”
“Look, whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’ve decided to get it over with, and Trevor was available. No one else wants me, so why not him?” I winced at the pathetic words, wishing I could call them back. I wished I could take the whole day back. In discomfort, I turned away from Evan, intent on getting back into my car and leaving. I’d go home to an empty house and wallow in self-pity. That’s what I’d damned well do.
He put a hand on my arm, making me freeze. “That’s not true.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “What isn’t?”
“He isn’t the only one who wants you.”
His words hurt, mostly because they brought a swell of hope, followed by crushing disappointment. He couldn’t mean himself, and even if he did, he wouldn’t let himself cross that line. Right? “I know. Somewhere out there is a drunken frat boy just waiting to buy me a beer,” I said mockingly.
He pulled me closer, cupping my cheek. The smell of his cologne engulfed me. I closed my eyes just for a second and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of him sweep me away. When he continued, I reopened my eyes. “It’s not some drunk frat boy and it’s not some loser who doesn’t take the time to know and appreciate the woman you are. You know.”
“Know what?” It wasn’t a subtle point he was making. However, I could easily guess what he was about to say. My breath caught in my throat and my body trembled with anticipation.
“I want you, Olivia.”
Those words, my god, I’d waited for what felt like an eternity to hear those words uttered from his lips. When he’d finally said them, I could barely believe it. Closing my eyes, I swayed toward him slightly, but paused when he continued.
“I can’t have you, but I want you.”
It was like a splash of cold water had been thrown on me. I stiffened my spine, pulling away. Why was he doing this? Why would he give me hope, to pull it back away again? I was angry all over again. “Not good enough. I’m going to go find Trevor. Or maybe I’ll head for the college bar.”
Would I? I didn’t know. Honestly, I didn’t think so – I was spewing words that I didn’t mean. Time and distance had restored my thought processes. Sleeping with Trevor would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life thus far. However, I couldn’t back down and admit that to Evan, or he would never act on his so-called feelings. I had to push. Friends just wasn’t good enough anymore.
“Goodbye, Evan.” I took a step, and then another, holding my breath, waiting for him to call me back. My heart sank when I reached the door that led to the hallway. Grasping the handle, I started to turn it, moving with exaggerated slowness.
“Wait.”
The tension within me rapidly depleted and I released an inaudible sigh. Dropping my hand from the doorknob, I turned back to Evan as he reached me, and then pulled me into his arms for a deep kiss as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist for leverage and lost myself in his kiss. It was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. His mouth was rough, yet soft, his tongue gentle, but insistent, as it penetrated my lips to duel with mine. Slipping my arms around his neck, I clung to him, surrendering to all the sensations I’d never felt with any other man before but was feeling with him in spades.
I lost myself in the feel of his hands, moving up and under the back of my shirt, and the feel of his tongue as it dominated mine. Somehow, we ended up in his kitchen. Then I felt the hardness of the wall against my back. Despite the additional support, I refused to release him from the death-grip my legs had around his waist. A light-headed feeling wrapped itself around me, as if this were happening to another person, although the waves of pleasure that raced through me told me that this was very real. The security of the wall at my back allowed me to lower my hands from his neck to let them roam freely over his torso, pausing to tug at the buttons of his shirt. The buttons yielded easily to my insistent fingers, revealing the sand-colored t-shirt underneath. When I slipped my hands under the hem of the t-shirt to touch his bare skin, he lifted me higher and slightly away from him. Unwrapping my legs from around him, I allowed myself to be lowered to the floor.
“Wait, Olivia.” Evan put a hand on the wall behind me, looking like he was bracing himself. “We can’t do this.”
I could have cried with frustration. “Don’t.” Why! Why! Why! What is wrong with this man! He had the restraint of a damned saint. No, scratch that, even a saint would have buckled by now.
He shook his head. “You’ve been through a lot already. This is happening too quickly.”
“It’s not.” I dug my fingers lightly into his abdomen. “I want you. I want this.” What did I have to do to make him see it?
Evan looked pained. “It’s going too fast. I should give you time.”
“I don’t want time.” I began to place a string of frantic kisses along his jaw. He groaned. The soft, feral sound, which was a mix of pleasure and pain, only amplified my need for him.
“Less than an hour ago you were going to give yourself to Trevor. I think you need time to get perspective.” He sounded concerned.
My lips found his again and I kissed him with a fevered passion I’ve never felt before. “I’ve thought of this with you more times than you would think.”
Evan shook his head. “This will change everything.”
Putting a hand on his cheek, I made him meet my gaze. “I’ve never had any inclination to make love to anyone before, but I’m ready now. I’m ready because you’re the man I want and need. It’s been torture waiting for this to finally happen.”
His gaze stared deeply into me; it was as if he were attempting to read what was in my mind and soul. I waited as patiently as I could, the intensity of his stare making my body tremble against his. The need within me was nearly unbearable.
Then suddenly, it happened. The tension within him evaporated and his mouth came crashing down onto mine with a feverish need. Clearly, I’d won against his internal struggle. If my lips and tongue weren’t already busy with his I would have cried out in pure joy. While there was a part of me that was nervous about what would come next, excitement made me tingle everywhere and caused my pussy to throb.
Tears formed in my eyes with happiness. After all the fuss. After all the indecision and miscommunication between us, it was finally going to happen. I was going to be able to share myself completely with the man I’d fallen madly and deeply for.
Together, we made our way into his bedroom, our clothing leaving a trail through his apartment in our wake. By the time we reached our destination all that remained of our clothing was my bra and panties and his boxer briefs. Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently laid me onto the bed, my hair spilling out around my head. My breath was coming in rapid, uneven bursts as I stared up at him.
My god, his body was amazing. I couldn’t stop my eyes from feasting on every inch of him, from the way his dark eyes shone with feral excitement, to his strong, square jaw, further down to the hard definition of muscle of his pecs. My gaze swept slower, each second
that passed causing the ache between my legs to grow in intensity and the damp spot on my panties to spread.
My gaze shifted lower still, down his lean torso, which contained an actual eight-pack. Neither of my previous boyfriends had such amazing definition. His body rivalled that of the statues of Greek gods. And then my eyes landed on his massive erection, pressed against the cotton spandex of his boxer briefs. Damn, it was big. Mind you, I didn’t have much to compare it to, but I wasn’t completely naive. What would his shaft look like unwrapped? My body ached to find out and I reached for him, begging him with my hands and eyes to join me on the bed.
“Not yet. We have all night.”
I nodded. “I have nowhere to be tonight. I’m all yours.”
He grinned. Grabbing my knees, he pulled them apart and stepped between them. “Then there’s no need to hurry. I told you this was going to be special. It’ll be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I said nothing.
He leaned over me, bracing a hand on either side of my head, lowering his lips to my neck. Closing my eyes, I leaned my neck to the side, allowing his mouth better access. The soft jolts of electricity that shot through me at the feel of his lips and teeth made me groan out loud. As his lips and tongue moved lower and across my collarbone, he slid his hands behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra. The garment sprang free and he pulled up from me long enough to slide the straps of my bra down my arms and off, tossing it onto the floor.
