Éveiller Drive Complete Boxed Set

by Melanie James

  “I love you so much.” She whispered before they both drifted off in a peaceful slumber.

  Kara woke up a little while later and stretched her well used body. A tiny purr escaped her as the feelings of contentment and satisfaction coursed through her. For the first time in months she was relaxed and stress free.

  Grumbling from her tummy interrupted her peace and quiet. She realized she hadn’t eaten all day. Nervousness about the day ahead caused her to skip breakfast and lunch. To top it off, she had two full glasses of wine on an empty stomach. She rose from the bed, grabbing a silky robe out of her suitcase before heading to the living room.

  She quickly found the room service menus and placed an order for her and Dave. If they had any hopes of keeping up the rigorous pace over the weekend, they needed nourishment and chocolate cake.

  While Kara waited for their meals to arrive she cleaned up a bit, then called Laura to check on the girls. After hearing all was well, it was time to wake Dave. She padded to the bedroom before sitting gently on the bed next to him. Her fingers worked a light trail over the dusting of hair on his chest. A silly smile seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face. She couldn’t help it. Everything seemed so right and well between them.

  Dave’s eyes slowly flicked open. She sucked in a deep breath, mesmerized by those magical gold specks that stood out against the light green backdrop. They seemed to dance in the light. When an equally goofy grin crossed his face, she knew they were good. He pulled her in for a brief kiss that was interrupted by a knock that announced the arrival of their dinner.

  “Dinner is here.” Kara rose from the bed and headed for the entrance. After a quick glance to make sure her robe was secure, she opened the door and watched as the dinner cart was wheeled in. A black leather guest check holder was presented to Kara. She quickly signed on the dotted line and added a generous tip. The waiter thanked her and headed into the hallway.

  Dave quickly threw on a pair of boxers and joined Kara. “Now that smells amazing. What did you order?”

  “A little of this—a little of that.” She teased, removing the lids to the trays.

  “Oh yeah! Look at that steak!”

  Kara laughed when Dave all but pounced on the Porterhouse steak she had ordered for him. She honestly thought she saw drool forming on the sides of his mouth.

  “Enjoy, honey! I wanted to make sure you have plenty of energy for later.” With a wink, Kara started on her own chicken breast, baked potato, and fresh garden salad.

  “I called and checked in with Laura a little while ago. The girls are doing fine. I’m not sure if I should be happy they are doing so well without us or worried they hate us already.” Kara took a sip of her wine and tried in earnest not to be upset.

  “They are fine because Laura is a good person and will take good care of our girls. And I bet that both of our little princesses will be very happy to see us when we get home.” Dave tried to reassure his wife.

  “I know—I just miss them so much and we haven’t even been gone a full day yet.” She tried to hold back the tears that threatened. I will not cry, I will not cry. She chanted in her mind.

  “I’m sure you do and I do, too. But we will be home soon enough. Besides, you have to admit, it’s really nice to have some alone time.”

  The way Dave pronounced alone sent a chill through her spine. “Mmmhmmm. It has been very nice indeed. I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me this weekend.” The more Kara thought about it, the more she enjoyed their quiet time together. He was right. Just because they were parents didn’t mean they couldn’t have time for themselves.

  When their meal was finished, they went for a walk through the magnificent gardens the resort boasted. The picturesque views made Kara sigh in contentment. Her fears about her marriage made a hasty retreat as they walked hand in hand, stopping for the occasional tender kiss.

  They came upon a large fountain that rested in the center of the garden. Kara was in awe of the scene before her and hadn’t noticed that Dave had sat down on the edge of the fountain. She squealed when he pulled her into his lap.

  “I have something for you.” Dave pulled a small box from his pocket and presented it to Kara. “I had this made just for you. I hope you like it.”

  “Oh my god. Is this one of Ava’s?”

  Dave couldn’t hold back the smile on his face. “Yes. I talked to her a few weeks ago about making something special for you and this is what she came up with. I hope you like it.”

  Kara opened the box and saw a small necklace nestled inside. A dainty chain held the word Love. The necklace was set in white gold as was the chain. Hanging from the word Love were two tiny identical charms. “The girls’ birth stones! I love it!” Kara turned to Dave, slanting her lips over his. The kiss was filled with the love she had for him. When she pulled her mouth away, she leaned further into him, burying her head in his neck. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I wanted to do something nice for you after the girls were born, but never found the time. I’m sorry it’s a few months late.”

  “Don’t be silly. It’s perfect and the perfect timing. My head, my actions have been only about the girls for the last few months. Honestly, if you would have given it to me right after they were born, I probably wouldn’t have appreciated it as much. It would have gotten stuffed into a drawer and forgotten about.”

  Kara turned around and lifted her hair. “Here, help me put it on.”

  Dave placed a light kiss on the back of her neck before fastening the clasp.

  “Well, how does it look?”

  “Beautiful, just as I knew it would. What do you say we get out of here and head back to our suite?” Dave stood, pulling Kara into his arms.

  “Maybe,” Kara teased. “I guess it depends on what you have in mind.”

  “I think it’s time for dessert.”

  “Oh really? And what exactly do you plan on having for dessert?” Kara’s eyebrow arched in question.

  “You—I want to taste you.” Dave ran his tongue over her neck to her ear, letting his teeth graze over her tender earlobe.

  “Well then, maybe we should head back.”

  Kara and Dave all but raced to the suite. Kara couldn’t slide the key into the lock quick enough. Dave was on her the instant the door clicked shut behind them. He rapidly disposed of his shoes and pants before pressing her back against the door and lifting her skirt. His fingers searched out her warmth.

  When Dave’s fingers found her nub, Kara’s head tilted to the side. She panted with each pass of his hand over her sensitive area. Her body trembled with abandon as an orgasm washed over her. Kara wrapped her arms around Dave’s neck and held on tight as pulse after pulse of pleasure swept through her limbs.

  As her orgasm subsided, Dave lifted her in the air. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. His shaft pressed against her heated core and with one swift movement he sank deep inside of her.

  “Yes—just like that.” Kara’s words sounded as if they were a sigh of relief to have her husband back inside of her.

  “Promise me you’ll never shut me out like that again,” Dave pleaded.

  “Never. Now please! I need more.”

  Dave obeyed his wife, giving her everything he had and more for the rest of the weekend.

  Kara learned to trust her husband and the love he had for her and her alone. He loved her the way she was, and any thought that he didn’t still desire her after having the twins was washed away by that magical weekend. She also knew she didn’t have to take on the world alone. She had the love and support of her friends and her husband. Above all, she realized she could still be herself and find a way to continue to write.

  Dave learned to trust that his wife would always put the needs of the girls and him above her own. He needed to make sure that her own needs and desires were not getting pushed aside. He would always ensure she was getting what she needed out of life to feel happy and complete.

  T
hey both learned to stand up to Victoria and they learned that just because someone is biologically in their lives, it doesn’t mean they have a right to interfere with their lives.

  Two couples of Éveiller Drive have found their way back to one another. Will the rest?

  Stay tuned for Laura & Alan to see what happens next on Éveiller Drive.

  Éveiller Drive - Part III

  Laura & Alan

  Laura walked into the room and he was on her in a flash. She didn’t even have time to set her bag down before Alan grabbed her, tearing her clothes away. She instantly came alive from the erotic energy emitted by his ravenous hands roaming her body. His lips were warm and soft as they crashed down upon hers. His kiss, however, was anything but soft and sensual. It was hard, commanding. Her body quickly responded to the demand of his hunger. Desire rapidly grew and flooded her body with heat. When his mouth claimed her breasts, she was lost to the fire coursing through her veins.

  The next thing Laura knew, she was on her hands and knees on an unfamiliar bed with Alan slamming into her from behind. She cried out with each forceful thrust as her body hurdled towards an orgasm. Just a little closer and she would be there. Right where she wanted to be—in complete bliss.

  BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

  Laura rolled over and smacked the alarm. She hit the snooze button and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping like hell the dream would pick up where it left off. A loud sigh escaped her mouth and she realized she would have no such luck recapturing the dream. Frustration filled her body. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. That seemed to be the norm these days. Alan was never home to see to her needs and even when he was home, he seemed distant. It seemed like he never got fully into their lovemaking. His lack of emotion left her with an empty space in her heart. The kind of emptiness that can only come from having once been loved, and then seeing it cruelly turned away. It was worse than outright rejection. With rejection, she thought, you could at least just be pissed off. Seeing Alan build a wall between them made her feel sad—hopelessly sad.

  She couldn’t remember the last time they had full on, hardcore sex. Laura was tired of the solitary act of masturbation that left her more frustrated than satisfied. What she needed was full on raw sex with Alan. The kind of sex that was intensely physical and fueled by pure passion. The uninhibited sex that says, “I want you, I need you, I am going to take you.” Images filled her mind of their bodies slamming together. Much like her dream, Alan took her with a hunger only he could. In her thoughts and dreams their bodies collapsed against one another, covered in sweat when they were both spent. Sadly, that hadn’t happened in ages.

  It was almost as if Alan were just going through the motions. Having sex just for the satisfaction of getting off and nothing more. The connection they once had was gone. And she silently pleaded for its return. When they were done, he cleaned up and got dressed for bed. That was not the norm. They used to linger in bed. It was their time to slow the frantic pace of their lives. Post-coital bliss used to consist of Alan running his fingers gently over her body, followed up by soft kisses that heated both of their bodies again. Unfortunately, Laura couldn’t remember the last time that happened or even why it had stopped happening.

  The last few times they did have sex, Alan was rougher than normal. Not that she didn’t enjoy it because she did. She fucking loved it. Laura just couldn’t figure out what caused the drastic change in her husband. Did she overlook something he said or did? Had she offended him in some way that she was unaware of? The last few times he was the only one to reach a climax. Needless to say, she was more frustrated than ever.

  With no idea what to do, she pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed. The kids didn’t have to be up for school for a little while, so the quiet time would give her a chance to wake up and think about her current predicament a little more.

  Her first cup of coffee in hand, she padded over to her laptop and opened the lid. The bright glow from the screen illuminated the room. Laura squinted as her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light. With a click of her mouse, she opened her email to see if there was anything urgent that needed a response.

  Laura smiled when she saw that Alan had already sent her an email. When he was away on business he kept odd hours. The longer he was gone on a trip, the more anxious he became. Unfortunately, he had been gone for three long weeks.

  Alan was the owner of Richardson Development. It was a company they had built together right after college. Laura still headed all of the corporate advertising. Since the kids were born, she worked more and more from home. It allowed her to be available for school functions and activities. But it was more than that. The office could be very stressful at times and she didn’t do well with stress. She preferred the solitude of her home office and would opt for working in peace and quiet any day of the week.

  Her coffee was still a bit too warm to drink, but she sipped it slowly while she read over Alan’s email. He would be home early Friday afternoon. His flight would get in around noon. He planned on coming straight home, waiting until Monday to head back to the office. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally headed home.

  Her fingers flew across the keyboard in response, letting him know she was excited he would be home soon and how much she missed him. She clicked send and went on to read the news. A few minutes later her instant messenger chimed announcing a message. Alan was still on line.

  “Good Morning.”

  “Good Morning to you,” Laura replied.

  “How did you sleep?”

  “Not very well. I miss you,” Laura’s answer was automatic.

  “I miss you too, babe.”

  “Alan, can I ask you something?” Laura took a deep breath, trying like hell to gather the nerves she needed to type the next sentence.

  “Anything. What’s on your mind?”

  Laura stared at the screen. It was now or never. Could she really discuss this issue with her husband over the Internet? She took a big gulp of her coffee and sucked in a deep breath as she typed the message. After reading it for the fourth time, she finally hit send.

  “Do you still love me?” She was afraid to see the answer. Though his reply came within seconds, it felt like hours.

  “Of course I do. What would ever make you think that I didn’t?”

  “Well for one, you haven’t been yourself in the bedroom lately. I can’t remember the last time we had sex that you seemed like you were actually into it. Or…when you cared about my needs.” Laura wished like hell there was an un-send button on the instant message program. She really didn’t want to fight with Alan, nor did she know if she wanted to hear the truth.

  “Babe, please.”

  A non-answer. Great! “I’m not kidding, Alan. I don’t know what to do or say anymore. I’m sick over all of it and wondering if you are going to meet someone else that will satisfy you on one of your trips, or what? Or maybe, that you have met someone else. I’ve been a nervous wreck for months. Something is going on with you. I just don’t know why you won’t talk about it.”

  “Do you really want to discuss this now, Laura? Like this? On the computer?” Alan’s latest reply popped up in Laura’s chat window.

  “Yeah, I do. I can’t take it anymore, Alan. I feel like I’m going insane here, sitting around waiting for the other shoe to drop. After fourteen years, you either love me or you don’t. You either want to be with me or you don’t. There really is no in between and if there is, to me…that means your answer is the latter.” Silent tears streamed down her cheeks and on to the desk. She grabbed a tissue and waited for his reply.

  How could Alan explain to his wife what he wanted? What needed to happen in the bedroom without hurting her feelings? He needed a break from the damn vanilla sex that they had been saddled with for the past ten of the fourteen years of their marriage. Laura used to be fun and outgoing. She used to dress up for sex or at least wear sexy lingerie. Now, he was lucky if she took her granny panties off before she
crawled into bed.

  She used to be vocal about what she wanted, a willing participant actively seeking out new ways to pleasure one another. Now, she was quieter than a mouse. He couldn’t even get a squeak out of her during sex. Hell, how could he get into it when he had no response from her…even when he was pounding the ever living fuck out of her? If he attempted to discuss the subject, she used the kids as an excuse. She didn’t want them to know what was going on or she didn’t want them to hear.

  That was fine and dandy and he could respect that, but there was no reason why they couldn’t have fuck-me-till-I-scream sex when both of the kids were gone for the night. He typed his response and waited for Laura’s.

  “Of course, I still love you and want to be with you, Laura. You have always been my love. You know that! What is different now than it was before? We are different. Sex used to be so different for us. You used to tell me what you wanted, what you liked, or if something felt good. Now, you never make a sound. It’s always the same thing. Me on top or you on top. There is no variety. No spice. No dirty-talk. No visual enhancements. All of it just disappeared. Everything, even sex is scheduled—tightly controlled these days. I can’t stand the time tables anymore. Whatever happened to spontaneity? I want more. I need more.”

  Alan waited for what felt like days, far longer than the seven minutes it took Laura to respond. He knew that she saw the message, but he didn’t know if she would actually reply or not. When his messenger finally came alive with her reply, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

  “So this—situation is all my fault? I’m not turning you on enough? I’m not dressing up anymore? I’m not good enough the way I am to have sex with?”

  “Fuck!” Alan yelled, his curse echoed through the quiet hotel room. It was too early in the morning for the intensity of the conversation that he and Laura had going. He had to fix this now, because if he didn’t, he might find himself sleeping in a hotel room for a hell of a lot longer than he wanted to. They needed to work this shit out now. She wanted this conversation, he would give it to her.