The frantic sound of our breathing was all that broke the silence. Eva pressed against me and moaned against my mouth, sliding her hips against my growing erection.
I stifled a groan and grabbed her ass, pulling her to me. She began to grind against my straining cock, and I relished the sweet agony of it. But soon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.
But before I could turn her and throw her down on the bed, she slipped away from my kiss and ran her hands down my chest, stopping at my waist. Eva knelt, and looked up at me with dark eyes full of need. Her hands began to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. Biting her lip in anticipation, she pulled them down, until my cock sprang free.
I drew in a sharp breath, locking eyes with her as she licked her lips. Her hand came up and circled my throbbing root, stroking it slowly once, twice. A bead of precum emerged, and she stuck out her tongue and lapped at it, dragging it slowly across my flesh. I stopped breathing for a moment and had to fight for control. “Jesus, Eva,” I groaned.
She smiled up at me wickedly in response. Then, flattening her tongue, she began to lick and lap at the underside of my cock, before wrapping her lips around the head and sliding it into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed. She swirl her tongue around my head, teasing it and licking at the salty fluid I was leaking. My eyes closed, my hands fisted in her hair as she began to bob, slowly, taking me a little deeper into her mouth each time. I angled my hips and began to thrust to meet her, barely moving, prolonging the agony as I felt the skin grow tighter around my ever-hardening dick. I would never last if we kept doing this. I was no more than thirty seconds away from blowing my load down her throat.
“Stop,” I rasped. I pulled away as gently as I could and helped her up, then pushed her down on the bed. I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then slid between Eva’s legs and pushed her dress up, exposing a flesh-colored thong that barely covered her mound. I pulled it down with my teeth, dragging it down her gorgeous legs and flinging it behind me.
Then my tongue was plunged inside her, licking her juices, sucking her clit, dragging the flat of my tongue over it as she bucked and thrust against me. I took her pulsing nub between my lips and began to suck and tease. Her hips strained toward me, her thighs tensing. Then, dimly, I heard her grab for a pillow and place it over her mouth. An instant later, she exploded, the pillow muffling her screams as she came.
There was no way I could wait a second longer to be inside her. I knelt and guided my the head of my cock against her still-pulsing clit, coating it with her juices as I groaned in pleasure. I grabbed her hips and pushed inside, rough and deep. Her hands clutched at my arms as I repositioned myself closer, then began to thrust, hard, fast, and desperate. Eva cried my name, coaxing me, begging me.
“Fuck, Eva,” I growled, as her pussy began to tighten around me. My hand grabbed hers, placing it on her mound, and she began to caress her clit as I pounded into her. With a gasp, she bucked again, a second orgasm ripping through her, and I thrust deep inside her one final time and then froze, filling her silently with a deep shudder.
I reached down and pulled her up to me so she was sitting on my thighs. She wrapped her legs around me, pressing her hips to me to keep me inside her as deeply as possible. We kissed deeply, passionately, skin to skin.
“I love you, Trig,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”
“Eva.” My mouth trailed down to her neck. “I love you. Jesus, I’ve waited so long for this.”
“I know,” she breathed. “But here it is.”
We fell back on the bed, Eva still wrapped in my arms, and dozed for a few minutes. I woke up before her, and propped myself up on my elbow to watch her sleep. Eventually, she must have felt me staring at her, and opened her eyes.
“You’re kind of a creeper,” she smiled at me sleepily.
“Sorry. You can hardly blame me for wanting to look at something so beautiful.”
“Trig Jackson,” she teased. “How was I supposed to know you’d turn out to be such a romantic?”
“Beats the hell out of me,” I shrugged. “I didn’t know it, either. I guess you bring it out in me.”
I kissed her, and soon I felt myself growing hard again.
“My goodness,” she whispered, sliding on top of me. “Looks like it’s time for another go.”
Half an our later, we were a sweaty, exhausted mess, tangled up in the sheets. “Mmmm…” Eva cooed. “That was fun.”
I chuckled. “We could do it again.”
“I don’t know if I could survive it,” she yawned. “You wore me out.”
“You know,” I murmured as we lay there, “I kind of miss Zoe. It’s been more than a week since I’ve seen her. It feels weird.”
Eva turned toward me. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I sighed in mock irritation. “Damned if she hasn’t sorta wound me around her little finger.”
Eva leaned up and kissed me softly on the cheek. “She thinks you hung the moon, Trig. It’s been tough this last week. She kept asking about you.” She looked at me, her eyes shining. “Zoe’s never really had a man in her life. David pretty much ignored her from the beginning, even when we were still married. And we’ve been separated or divorced since she was two.”
“Eva.” I kissed her forehead. “I know it wasn’t that easy for you to let Zoe get close to me. You’ve probably been worried about introducing her to men.”
I tried to think about how to phrase what I wanted to say next.
“From everything you’ve told me,” I said slowly, “you’ve tried as hard as you could to protect her from the disappointments you had in your own life. With your own dad. But I promise you. I won’t hurt that little girl. I won’t leave her.” I pulled her closer. “And I won’t leave you.”
Eva didn’t say anything, but a soft sniffle told me everything I needed to know.
“Do you want to go get her from Mrs. Hayes?” she finally said in a shaky voice. “We could go together.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.” A rumble of laughter came from deep in my throat as I remembered something. “She was saying to me last time I saw her that she wanted to color in some of my tattoos.”
Eva giggled. “So that’s why she likes you — you’re a walking, talking coloring book!”
We lay there for a few more minutes, then got up and dressed ourselves. Then, stepping out into the cool evening, we walked down the block like any other couple in love, holding hands. We were just turning up the walk to Mrs. Hayes’ house when Zoe came bursting out the front door.
“Mommy! Trig!” she cried, running up to the two of us. She flew toward me and latched herself onto my leg.
“Hey, there, buttercup! Long time no see,” I said, bending down to give her a hug.
“It’s been forever!” she complained. “Mrs. Hayes, it’s Trig!” she called back to the older woman who was just emerging from the house.
“So I see,” she replied. “Hello, Trig. I’m Mrs. Hayes. Wanda.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, and held out my hand.
“My goodness, Zoe talks about you all the time,” she told me. “She’s been missing you quite a bit these past few days.”
I nodded and ruffled Zoe’s hair. “Well, I’m gonna do my best to make sure she doesn’t have the chance to miss me from now on.”
Mrs. Hayes glanced at Eva, who blushed. “I see,” she smiled.
The three of us chatted for a couple of minutes, then Eva and I each took one of Zoe’s hands and turned back down the walk toward Eva’s place. It was something I’d never imagined doing in my life, but damn if it didn’t feel just right.
Later that night, as Eva was about to put Zoe to bed, she leaned over to me and whispered, “If you want to, you can spend the night.”
“You think you can be quiet enough?” I whispered back.
Eva giggled and swatted at me. “Shh, you!”
That night, we made quiet love until we were so exhausted w
e fell asleep. The next morning, I woke early and wandered out into the living room to find Zoe already up.
“Hi, Trig,” she whispered. “You stayed!”
“I did,” I nodded. “And I need help with something before your mommy wakes up.”
Twenty minutes later, I told Zoe to go upstairs and get her mom. Zoe did as she was told, then ran back downstairs. “She’s coming!” she told me, wide-eyed with excitement.
Eva came down behind her in a tank top and sweats. Her hair was tousled and her face soft and sleepy. She was more beautiful than ever.
“Ta-da!” Zoe cried. “We made you breakfast!”
Sure, the toast was a little burned, and the eggs were overcooked. But I still think Eva liked it.
I had just gotten up from the table to get the two of us more coffee when the doorbell rang. Eva looked toward the front door and frowned. “Who could that be?” she asked.
“You want me to grab it?” I started toward the living room.
“No, that’s okay, I’ll go.” She got up from the table and went to the door. She opened it and then let out a startled cry. “What are you doing here?” I heard her say.
“Don’t I have a right to see my daughter?” came a voice from the other side.
Eva shot me a panicked look and backed away from the threshold to let a tall, well-dressed man enter. He was wearing a gray suit that looked pretty expensive, and a red tie that made him look like a politician, even though I thought I remembered Eva telling me he was an eye doc.
“Well, what have we here?” Zoe’s father said, looking over at the table where we sat.
He cast a disdainful look over me, his eyes stopping at the tattoos covering my arms. “I see. Is this the man you let babysit our daughter while you were out God knows where?” he barked at Eva.
If it hadn’t been for Zoe sitting there, this guy would have had a broken jaw to stop him from shooting off his fucking mouth. As it was, I simply stood up from the table, crossing my arms in a silent challenge.
“David,” Eva repeated. “What are you doing here?”
“I have a conference in Denver this weekend.” He glanced at me. “I called to tell you about it a few weeks ago. But someone else answered the phone. I’m presuming it was this gentleman here?” His tone was mocking. “Have you hired a criminal as your live-in nanny now?”
“So you decide to just show up unannounced?” Eva’s voice was shaking slightly. I didn’t know if it was from anger, or fear, or a combination of both.
“Do I need a formal invitation to see my little girl?” he retorted. He turned his gaze toward Zoe, who had slunk down in her chair. “Zoe, honey, come here and see your daddy!”
Zoe slowly slid down off the chair and stood. She hesitated for a second. But instead of going toward her father, she hid behind my leg, clinging to me.
“Zoe.” The man’s voice grew sharper. “Come here, please.”
“David, she hasn’t seen you in over two years,” Eva admonished him. “She barely knows you.”
“You should be telling her to obey me, Eva. Not encouraging her.” He glanced toward me with a sneer. “Instead of teaching her respect for her father, you see no problem leaving her with some gang member? If I can’t trust you to not to endanger our child, I may need to rethink the terms of our custody agreement.” His voice turned threatening. “I’m sure my lawyer will have quite a bit to say about this when I get back to Seattle.”
Eva’s face grew pale. “David. It’s not what you think. Trig is… a very respectable man. He would never hurt Zoe in a million years.” She seemed to cast about for an explanation that would satisfy him, but it seemed pretty clear to me what was going on.
I detached myself from Zoe and led her by the hand over to Eva. “Let me handle this,” I said in a low voice.
“Hey. Frat boy,” I called casually to Eva’s ex. “Let’s take this outside.”
I moved toward him and he took a step back, flinching. Seeing me smirk, he tried to recover his composure. “I am not going to fight you like some thug,” he scoffed.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I sighed. “I’m not going to beat you up. It wouldn’t be worth the effort. I just want to talk to you. Man to man.” I snorted. “Or are you afraid of that, too?”
I knew a suit like him wouldn’t be able to take someone like me insulting his ego. I walked past him out the door, not bothering to look back to see if he’d follow me. A few seconds later, I heard the screen door slam behind me. I continued down the walk to the street and stopped next to a fancy black BMW SUV that had to be his rental.
“Nice car,” I remarked.
“It gets the job done,” he said smugly.
“So. What the fuck is your problem exactly?” I leaned against the car, waiting for his response.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came to see my daughter. And what do I find?” He nodded toward the house. “My ex-wife has no problem letting tattooed thugs into her house.”
I crossed my arms. “You don’t give a shit about that. If you cared at all about Zoe, you’d have seen her recently enough that she wouldn’t be scared to death of you.”
“It’s not my fault that Eva decided to move a plane ride away,” he sniffed.
“You look like you can afford a plane ticket every once in a while.” I nodded toward the BMW. “Surely more than once every two years.”
“How often I see my daughter is none of your concern,” he barked. “And what is my concern is that Eva is doing a poor job of parenting.” He smiled nastily. “I’ll take her to court. And I’ll get custody of Zoe.”
I burst out laughing. “You know damn well you don’t want Zoe. You wouldn’t know what to do with her if you had her full-time. You just threatening court because you want to manipulate Eva.”
It seemed as clear as day what was going on. “You think if you threaten to take her to court, you can blackmail her into agreeing to anything you want to avoid the legal battle.”
His lips pursed into a thin line. “I simply can’t imagine why I would be paying Eva the amount of child support I am, when she is doing such a poor job of taking care of my daughter.”
“Aha.” It was about child support. He was trying to get out of paying it. Of fucking course.
I straightened and took a step toward him. “Well, Eva doesn’t need your fucking money.” Somehow, for Eva’s sake, I resisted grabbing the prick by the collar and throwing him to the ground.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” I poked a finger in his face. He flinched and reared back. “You are gonna get the fuck out of Eva and Zoe’s life. For good. In exchange, Eva agrees to you ending your child support payments. And you sign away your rights to the kid.”
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I knew what his decision would be. It was everything he wanted.
“Now,” I said, placing my hand on his chest and shoving him back against the SUV. “Get the fuck away from here. And don’t come back.” Turning on my heel, I stalked back up the sidewalk to Eva’s house, slamming the door behind me.
Eva was sitting on the couch, with Zoe in her lap, looking out the window. Zoe was sucking her thumb, her face half hidden in her mother’s chest.
“What happened?” she mouthed at me.
“It’s all good,” I glanced outside just in time to watch her ex-husband get in his car and drive away. “All taken care of.” I sat down next to them on the couch. “Hey, Zoe,” I said. “It’s a gorgeous day. What should the three of us do today?”
“Is Daddy gone?” she asked shyly.
“Yeah, he’s gone. He had some stuff he had to do. He said to tell you goodbye.”
Zoe buried her face in her mother’s neck for a moment, and Eva’s arms went around her as she rocked her gently.
Eventually, Zoe sat up and looked at me. “Could we go to the playground?” she asked.
I smiled. “Sure thing. I’ll push you on the swings. Sound good?”
She nodded. “Can we, Mom?”
Eva kissed Zoe on the forehead. “Of course, baby. Why don’t we finish up our breakfast, and then I’ll help you get ready.”
I didn’t get a chance to tell Eva what had happened until Zoe met some new little friends at the park and scampered off with them to play.
“How did you manage to get David to leave?” she asked me as we sat down on a bench to watch them.
“I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse,” I replied, lacing my fingers through hers.
“Did you threaten to kill him, or something?” I think she was only half-joking.
I chuckled. “No. I gave him what he wanted,” I shrugged. “I told him he was going to terminate his parental rights to Zoe, in exchange for which he wouldn’t have to pay child support anymore.”
Her eyes grew wide. “And he agreed to that?”
“He didn’t have to. I knew he’d take it. It’s probably what he’s wanted all along, right? He clearly doesn’t want to be a dad. Right now, Zoe’s just a monetary inconvenience. Take that away, and he’ll be more than happy to pretend she never happened.”
Eva was quiet. “My God. I can’t even imagine not having to deal with him anymore. But… even though he wasn’t paying me much, it was still money I needed.” She looked at me. “I’m not sure I can make it without his payments.”
I wrapped my arm around her. “Eva. We’ll do this together. I’ll help you. Zoe is better off without him. That’s all that matters.”
For a minute, Eva didn’t speak. The two of us just watched Zoe playing with her new friends. Finally, she lay her head quietly on my shoulder.
“You’re the real deal, aren’t you, Trig Jackson?”
“I’m just a man in love, Eva Van Buren. Always have been, always will be.”
22
Eva
Trig told me he was taking me out on a surprise date, and that I’d need a sitter. Mrs. Hayes was more than happy to oblige.
“Are you going out with that nice tattooed young man?” she’d asked when I called her about it.
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