Evan's Addiction

by Sara Hess

  His gaze flickered that way briefly. “We’ll have to discuss time frames if I’m putting my car on the line. I say she’ll be gone within two weeks. What’s yours?”

  Smirking, I leaned into him. “I can have her evicted within two days.”

  Evan’s head went back and he laughed for real. He squeezed me so tightly my breath burst from me, but then his head bent forward and his mouth was on the skin of my neck and that had me sucking in a sharp breath.

  “Like I said, all you have to do is open your mouth and you impress me.”

  Sweet warmth exploded again. “What I can do with my fingers is even more impressive.” The words were said in regards to what I could do on a computer, but what we both heard was something totally different.

  Evan’s head shot up and the fiery heat in his eyes had my toes curling.

  “I did not mean that the way it sounded.” I exclaimed huskily.

  He grinned wickedly. “I don’t care. I’m going to take it that way, and hope I get to find out again soon.”

  Sizzling heat rushed through my veins and my body pulsed with desire; instinctively I pushed closer to him, my breathing escalated, and my fingers dug into his sides. He’d been touching me constantly since yesterday and I really wanted my chance. So I taking the initiative I dragged the tips of my fingers up his back.

  Auhhh, he was so hard, and I could feel the muscles under his skin bunching and jerking at my touch. I also felt his cock swelling…further…against my stomach sending a corresponding throb through my sex. God, he made me ache.

  The next second I couldn’t feel it because he was pushing me away and glaring down at me. “Okay, enough of that. We have a dinner to order, and a movie to put in.”

  The guttural tone of his voice told me he wasn’t angry, only aroused, and he astonished me all over again that he wasn’t pushing me to do something about it. Any other guy would have jumped all over me seeking relief.

  He took another step back and pushed his hand through his hair making it stick up all over the place deliciously. “What do you want to eat?”

  Inhaling a calming breath, because he wasn’t the only one lusting, I turned unsteadily toward the kitchen. “Thai sounds good. There’s a menu brochure on the fridge for a place that delivers.”

  After examining it Evan called and placed our orders. Hanging up he gave me a heated once over. “Can you do me a favor and change into something less…accessible.”

  Sheesh, I was going to combust by the end of the night if he kept looking at me that way. “Sure. I was thinking about doing that anyway. Wearing a dress really isn’t my thing. Go ahead and get yourself a drink while I change.”

  I scurried down the hall and into my bedroom. Removing the dress I exchanged it for a nicer pair of my cropped sweats that were pink in color and a white plain v-neck t-shirt. I felt instantly more comfortable and that loosened a lot of my nervousness. Rosie watched me from the bed with interest and when I went to head back she jumped down to follow.

  Evan was in the living room going through our movie selection. He twisted his head my way at hearing my return and even though I was now in sweats the heat in his eyes didn’t diminish. That was good to know because I was not a dress up girl.

  “You guys don’t have many movies.” He commented.

  There were almost twenty movies there. I didn’t think that was too bad. “Most of those Nic bought. He bought that 52” television too. Set it up one day when Carrie was at work. She complained about it but he ignored her and said he couldn’t watch television on the small screen she and I bought together. That one got delegated to her room instead.” I moved around the kitchen getting my drink and grabbing some plates and silverware for when the food arrived.

  “Why not your room?”

  That he thought about me after that explanation tickled me in an odd way. “My computer monitor is set up for cable.”

  He straightened from his crouch and I noted that he’d lost his blazer and tie, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “So you’re telling me that Nic actually bought the Harry Potter series?” He asked with a smirk.

  “No, those are mine.” And I wasn’t going to be embarrassed about it. I loved my Harry Potter. “The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and Stars Wars, are mine as well.” I raised my brow daring him to say something against them.

  Leaning over the counter on his forearms his grin widened. “I’m not going to diss your movie preference. I like all of those too.”

  “You like the Harry Potter series?” I asked doubtfully.

  He nodded. “Yep, and Star Wars is one of my all time favorites, but I have to say I didn’t like the ending of The Hobbit series.”

  “I didn’t either.” I confessed. “Killing off the two brothers and the main guy made me want to hunt down the director and punch him out.”

  He chuckled. “What other movies do you like?”

  It was slightly weird having a guy in my apartment, my space, but as I hesitantly named off several others movies Evan’s easy manner made me more at ease. He was really good at doing that; making me comfortable. By the time the food arrived we were having a heated debate on inconsistencies in the Marvel movies compared to the comic series, and how they were all being filmed to play off each other.

  Evan insisted on paying for the food and I didn’t argue. The man was making major paper working for Dan McKay. Minutes later we sat down on the couch to watch the first Harry Potter film and eat our food. The movie just ended up being background noise because Evan wanted to converse.

  “So, I know you have a job that keeps you busy but no one, even you, seems to be able to clarify what exactly you do?” He took a bite of his food while staring at me inquisitively.

  Dan and Evan had trusted me with their information so I could only return the favor. “My job is confidential, so you have to keep mum about it.”

  “Another secret…cool.” He leaned forward.

  “I’m the creator of Deceivers.com.”

  His forkful of food halted halfway to his mouth. “You created it…like for someone else?”

  “No, for me.” I stuffed a fork full of vegetables into mouth. Eating more vegetables was one thing about my healthy diet I had no problem with.

  Leaning back he stared at me hard. “You…” He stopped and frowned. “How did you come up with the idea?”

  Swallowing my food I answered him. “In the middle of freshman year I was sick of Ford messing with my life so I began messing with his. You know that other stuff I was doing to him. Well, Ford had a habit of lying to girls about being monogamous. I made the girls aware that he wasn’t. I also did it with a few of the other assholes in his Frat who bothered me and after awhile I realized I could actually make some money at what I was doing.”

  While Evan stared at me I grabbed a snow pea and nibbled on it.

  Eventually he spoke again. “Your career is not constructive to a healthy relationship.”

  His deadpan tone had me busting a gut. Before I could cover my mouth a small bit of snow pea went flying onto the floor. It was mortifying but at least Rosie covered for me by scampering over and cleaning it up off the floor.

  A look came over Evan’s face I couldn’t quite identify. “You should laugh more often, Shaw, because it looks dazzling on you.”

  I had no idea how spitting out food could be dazzling, but his expression was so intent it added to my embarrassment. All I could think to do was stuff more food in my mouth.

  “So are you telling me that you stalk guys and what…take pictures of them with other women?” Evan asked with a frown.

  I shrugged. “It’s not just guys who cheat, you know.” I thought he would appreciate that I wasn’t completely prejudiced against males. “Sometimes all I had to do was hack into their phones and print out text conversations they had with other people.”

  He sighed. “I know I’m going to get flack for this, but I really don’t like the idea of you sneaking around attemp
ting to get incriminating photos of people cheating. So many things could go wrong with that entire scenario. Do you do this at night; go to hotel rooms and peak in windows?”

  I couldn’t help laughing at his imagination. “Evan, we’re talking about college kids here. They hook up at parties, not hotel rooms. It’s easy getting a photo of a person cheating with someone at a party. Yeah, sometimes I had to be sneaky and go outside to peak through a bathroom or bedroom window, but most of the time I was able to get one where people kissed right out in the open.”

  “I heard several past tense words in there; are you not taking pictures any more?” He asked sounding hopeful.

  The man was sharp. “I hired someone from the photography department a few months ago to take over that part for me if I needed it. Most people settle for sexting evidence.”

  He actually blew out a breath looking relieved, and his evident concern was like a warm embrace. I wasn’t accustomed to people caring. I know Carrie and David cared about me, but his concern was different.

  His lip twisted. “It’s a no wonder you were able to get that shit on my stepfather so easily; you’re an expert at it.”

  This was a perfect seg-way to move the subject away from me. It was also something I was interested in knowing. “Speaking of your mother; can I ask how everything is going for her?”

  He took a bite of his food before answering my question. “She’s in the process of divorcing him. The pre-nup he had her sign is void because of his infidelity so she won’t be left high and dry.”

  “Is she okay emotionally though?”

  He nodded eyes suddenly dark and grim. “She’s great. She’s happier than I’ve seen her in a long time.” He looked down at his plate stirring his food broodingly. “I know now that she was miserable with him but most likely covered it for my sake, stayed with him because of me, and that digs at me. I didn’t need the assholes money.” He stabbed at his plate angrily.

  I played with my plate of food as I watched him thoughtfully. “It sounds like you’re mad at her because of what she did for you?”

  Head still down he snorted. “I am. Her being miserable is not something I wanted; not for any amount of money. Unfortunately, I can’t get it off my chest by criticizing her for it because it would hurt her and make me feel like a jackass. She gave up a large chunk of her life for me staying with that ass and I’m not going to heap more unhappiness on her. I just have to suck it up.”

  A lump the size of a baseball took up residence in my throat and it took me awhile to get past it. I had to blink through the haze in my eyes too. “You’re really lucky.”

  Evan raised his head and guilt washed over his face. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m complaining about having money when you grew up with barely any.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant about being lucky. You’re mom loves you so much that she was willing to do whatever it took, deal with whatever hardship, so she could give you what she thought you deserved…” My throat closed up again making it hard to get out the rest of my words.

  Evan’s eyes widened and he made a move toward me but I jumped up in agitation carrying my plate over to the kitchen. I heard him right me behind me though.

  “Fuck, Shaw, you have to think I’m the biggest jackass. I’m complaining about money and my mom when you…I didn’t even realize that was building up inside of me until it spilled out.”

  I shook my head again and took a deep breath to calm myself. Setting my half eaten plate down I gripped the counter edge. “I don’t think you’re a jackass. That’s not why I’m…” I waved my hand in front of my face instead of explaining my state of emotions. “Knowing what your mom did for you and how upset you are that she was unhappy…it just makes both of you lucky to have each other.”

  His hand settled on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re right; I’m completely selfish whining about a mother who loves me.”

  I picked up the tone in his voice and my spine stiffened. He had a perfect mother, and while I wasn’t jealous in a-kill-him-to-have-all-of-it kind of way…okay, no, I was actually. My parents had thrown me away, but his mother had sacrificed herself so she could give Evan everything.

  Spinning around I glared at him. “Why do you say that? Because I didn’t have one you think you can’t talk to me about yours? That leaves out a lot of your life we can’t talk about, Evan.”

  Slashes of red streaked his cheekbones and he was looking up at the ceiling. “Shit, I really need to take my foot out of my mouth.”

  I socked him in chest irritated he wasn’t looking at me, but he only grabbed my hand and looked down at it; holding it palm up rubbing his fingers over the lines like a palm reader.

  I tugged, but he didn’t seem inclined to let go, so I tried ignoring the burn of his touch and finish what I wanted to say. “Even people with parents didn’t have your luck, Evan. Look at Carrie and Nic; they have shit parents. I didn’t say what I did to make you feel guilty or shamed. I just wanted you to appreciate how lucky you are, and to not…” I halted trying to find the right words and Evan’s gaze rose to lock on mine finally. I scowled at him knowing my face was flushed with heat, mostly from the casual touch of his hand on mine, but he didn’t have to know that. “Don’t let whatever resentment your feeling spoil what you and your mother have. It’s special.”

  I punched him again with my other hand to drive my point home. It wasn’t a hard punch because I wasn’t really angry with him, just envious. He should know how fortunate he was.

  “I’m sorry.” He squeezed my hand.

  “I don’t need an apology. I just want you to realize what you have.” I grumbled.

  Evan stared down at me and I didn’t miss the fiery blaze in his serious gaze. He wasn’t attempting to conceal it at all. “You are so damn hot when you get riled up.”

  Desire rushed south. Mild annoyance, and maybe a little bit of amusement, climbed north. “I may pimp slap you if you insist on talking.”

  Lip twitching, his knuckles brushed over my hot cheeks. “This blush tells me I’m getting to you.”

  “I’m red because you make my blood boil.” I glowered.

  His sinful smirk grew. “You’re blood is boiling because you’re hot for me.”

  The rough, gravely quality of his tenor rolled over me, making my stomach clench and my sex pulse. His head lowered to my neck and without thought I tilted the other way to allow him to press kisses down the side of my throat.

  How did we go from arguing to this? I was so freak’in weak were he was concerned.

  Fingers slid under the edge of my t-shirt, stoking lightly over my belly. “The only time you fully loosen up for me is when I have my lips on you; why is that, Red?” I shivered at both his hot breath in my ear and his touch.

  My hands clutched desperately at his biceps and I struggled to understand what he meant. “What do you mean?” I gasped.

  His hands traveled upward to the undersides of my swollen breasts…teasing me. “There’s always a slight rigidness to your frame when I first start touching you and it doesn’t go away until I’m right here; hands stroking, lips sucking.” His mouth did just that to my collarbone. “Why can’t you relax wholly with me before this point?”

  I inhaled a ragged breath as his lips journeyed over my flesh. “I’m not accustomed to being touched; not as a baby, not as a child, and not by a man.”

  He growled into my neck and I heard both arousal and anger. “What about those other guys?” He gritted out nipping at my ear and finally cupping my aching breasts.

  Normally I would have stiffened up at the mention of ‘those other guys’, but because his lips and hands had me under his spell all I could do was whimper. “They barely groped me. They were more interested in what I could do for them.”

  Another growl vibrated over my skin. “They were fucking morons. You are so fucking perfect I can barely keep my hands off you. Every time I see you all I can think about is getting you naked and spending hours worshiping ever
y inch of your body.”

  His hands molded my breasts and his thumbs rolled over my distended nipples. My legs wobbled under me and I could barely stand on my feet as waves of desire crashed over me.

  “Oh god…Evan.” I panted.

  I dug my fingers into the unyielding muscles of his biceps. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to feel more of him. My hands roamed higher to his broad shoulders and dug in again, tugging him closer, and then I moved to another area of his back, dug and tugged. Feeling his strength made the sexual tension coil tighter in me.

  “Yeah, let me feel those nails, Red.” Lifting his head from my neck his mouth took mine and he plundered my lips ruthlessly…greedily.

  One of his hands left my breast and lowered to grab my thigh. Raising it he pressed his hardness into the juncture of my thighs, and began rocking against my throbbing, weeping core. I kissed him back hungrily, getting sucked under a tsunami of need. He was so delicious, his taste dark and salty, his body hard and hot.

  My other leg was hanging down, barely touching the floor, so I lifted it and hooked it around his hip. The counter was a nice support for my butt. Groaning, he squeezed my breast roughly surging into me and my sex contracted in delight and want.

  Abruptly, his mouth left mine and his hips stopped rocking. No, no, no. Whimpering at the loss I curled my fingers in his hair forcing him back to me. He assented, kissing me fiercely with a groan and giving one more rock of his hips before breaking it off…again.

  I protested verbally this time. “Why..?” My body was one big pulsing ache.

  His mouth was back in the crook of my neck breathing heavily. “In five more seconds my hands will be down your pants and I want to take this slower.” With one last soft squeeze to my breast his hand disappeared.

  My body trembled in frustrated yearning. “Isn’t it too late for that? We already had sex, and your hands were down my pants last night. Are you planning on going backwards with this relationship?” I didn’t understand what he was trying to accomplish with going slow when we’d already done the deed.