by Liz Crowe
“Sweetheart, I’ve been watching assholes eye fuck you for years. Those curves of yours were any man’s fuckin’ dream, and while I’m not a fan of this skin and bones thing you’ve got going on at the moment, you’re still any man’s dream.”
Her mouth fell open and she stared at me with wide eyes. “You liked my curves?” The uncertainty in her voice fucking killed me.
“Fuck yes.”
A smile slowly spread across her face, and I knew she’d heard me, and hoped she would start working on bringing the curves back. When she stood on her toes to give me the kind of kiss a man can only hope for at the end of a hard day, I knew I was in for a good fucking night.
When she ended the kiss, I slapped her on the ass, and said, “How about some food, woman?”
She grinned at me, grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.
A moment later, I stood in front of a banquet of food. “You made all this?” I asked, surveying all the dishes.
She placed plates on the counter for us. “Yeah, I know how much you love my Thai food so I spent the afternoon making it for you.”
I crossed my arms and leant my hip against the counter. “And what if I hadn’t shown? That’s a fuckload of food, baby.”
She gave me her sexy grin. “Oh, I was pretty sure you’d show.”
I raised a brow, amused and way the fuck turned on at her confidence. “Really?”
A laugh escaped her lips and fuck me, I had to control the urge to close the distance between us and take her right now. She came to me, though, and I knew dinner was gonna go cold. She moved right into my space, laced her hands around my neck and pressed herself against my erection. “Really. You’re a man who can’t get enough pussy ever, and you seem to like mine, so I figured what I gave you this morning wouldn’t be enough and that you’d be back for more.”
I placed my hands on her ass and gripped her hard. She had no chance of escaping me now even if she wanted to. Bending my mouth to her ear, I growled, “Baby, I don’t just fuckin’ like your pussy. On a scale of one to ten, it rates off the charts. If you were the only woman alive, I’d kill every motherfucker to make sure you only had eyes for me.” I shifted my face so I could look her in the eyes. “And Evie, it’s not just your pussy I love.” I placed my hand over her heart, and whispered, “I love what’s in here.”
She stared at me, the playfulness gone from her eyes. Her arm reached up and she gently laid her hand against my cheek. “I love you, Kick Hanson.”
Fuck, I was an idiot to walk away from her three years ago. She had everything I’d ever wanted, but I’d let Jeremy convince me I wasn’t good enough for her. That my world would only bring her harm. In this moment, I knew deep in my bones that I would never let any harm come to her. I’d fight to the bitter end to ensure her safety.
I lifted her and placed her on the counter. Stepping in between her legs, I brought my hand up to her singlet and skimmed my fingers over her breasts. A moment later, I had her singlet and bra off, and a mouthful of tit. My dick was so damn hard for her and I barely stopped myself from ripping the rest of her clothes off and banging her on the kitchen floor.
She arched her back, pushing her tit harder against my mouth, and I groaned. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Lifting my mouth from her breast, I trailed kisses up her neck until I reached her mouth. Lightly biting her lip, I asked, “Are we gonna need the cuffs again or are you gonna play fair?”
Her legs wrapped around me as she promised, “I’ll play fair tonight.”
I let go of her hair and put my arms around her so I could lift her off the counter and carry her into the bedroom. After I let her down, I asked, “How many orgasms do you want tonight, baby?”
Eagerness flashed in her eyes and her hands went to her pants to undo them. “Just keep going until I pass out,” she said as she pushed her shorts down.
I undid my jeans as I watched her remove her panties. Fuck, I was almost fucking panting like a horny teenager. She did that to me. I couldn’t even wait. I reached for my dick and gave it a tug while never taking my eyes off her pussy.
She came closer to me and removed all my clothes while I kept stroking myself. Her scent intoxicated me, sending me closer to the edge. Her first orgasm was gonna come soon because I couldn’t delay this any longer. I had to get my dick in her.
I scooped her up and a moment later I had her under me on the bed. Reaching down to her pussy, I got her started with my fingers.
Her hands reached for my face and pulled me down for a kiss. “Fuck, Kick, can we just start with your dick and skip the fingers?” she begged after she let my mouth go.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
I did as she asked and thrust my cock in. “Never say I don’t fuckin’ do as I’m asked,” I grunted as I pulled out and slammed back into her.
Hard, because she fucking loved it hard.
She held on tight as I relentlessly chased our orgasms. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly as she took it all. I didn’t move my gaze from her face; watching her unravel with pleasure had to be one of my favourite things to do.
As my release built, her pussy squeezed around my dick and she cried out my name as she came.
Fuck.
I kept at it until it hit me as well, and I gave one last hard thrust before coming inside her. My eyes closed as the orgasm exploded through me. It was the orgasm of motherfucking orgasms.
Evie did that to me.
I finally reopened my eyes and found her staring at me with a sexy gaze; a well fucking sated gaze. Shifting so I was beside her on the bed with a leg slung over her, I said, “One down and more to go, but I’m gonna need that food you made me first.”
She moved onto her side and ran her hand along my leg that was now lying over her legs. Her hand made it to my ass where it lingered for a few moments before she ran it all the way up my side to my face. Smiling at me, she said, “I think that deserves a reward.”
“Too fuckin’ right that deserves a reward. Fuck, I think it also deserves a blow job later.”
She licked her lips. “You have the best ideas, baby,” she said as she moved off the bed. “I’m going to clean up and then I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
Again I wondered, how the hell did I get so damn lucky?
*****
We ate dinner and had just finished cleaning up when I leant against the counter and watched Evie finish packing up the leftovers to put in the fridge. The meal she’d cooked had been amazing but she’d always been a good cook so that had never been in doubt. She covered the last dish with tin foil and as she walked to the fridge she caught me watching her and flashed me a smile. Tilting her head, she asked, “What’s going through your mind? You look deep in thought.”
I wrestled with my decision whether to tell her or not. I’d actually been struggling with this decision for a few days and I’d come to the conclusion that for Evie and I to move forward, I had to tell her.
“It was Jeremy,” I started and then stopped, trying hard to get the words out right.
She frowned as she put the last dish in the fridge. Shutting the door, she came to me and asked, “What was Jeremy?”
Shit, I had to get this out right because I didn’t want her to end up hating him. I raked my fingers through my hair. “The reason I ended things with you. Jeremy convinced me that letting you get close to Storm would put you in danger, so I pulled away.”
She stared at me, shock evident on her face. “What? I don’t understand . . . why would he do that when he knew all I wanted was to be with you?”
Fuck.
I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her close. “Because he loved you as much as I do. Because he was the best friend either of us had, and he didn’t want you to get hurt from your involvement with the club. Don’t hate him, baby. He only wanted the best for you.”
Wide eyes looked up at me, and the pain I saw there gutted me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have told her.
Her body shook with sobs and I pressed my lips to her forehead, trying to soothe her.
We stayed wrapped together for a long time, allowing the memories to come and the grief to flow through us. I fucking missed him, and I wondered if this shit would ever get easier. Not having him in my life had been hard but at least I’d always known he was close if I needed him. Now, he was fucking unreachable and that left a hole that would never be filled by anyone ever again. Not even Evie.
Eventually she pulled away and looked up at me through tear-soaked lashes. “I don’t hate him. I never could . . . I’m glad you told me, because it changes the way I feel about how we ended things.”
My brows pulled together. “How?”
She sucked in a breath and gave me a hesitant glance. “I thought you didn’t love me enough to fight for me, but now I can see you loved me so much that you walked away with unselfish motives. You’re such a good man, Kick, and you don’t even realise it.”
Her words washed over me like a soothing shot of love. They weren’t accurate words but I fucking needed them and let a sliver of them in. I let them wash away some of the grime that covered my heart.
“Fuck, all that wasted time,” I muttered.
Her eyes searched mine. “What made you change your mind after all this time?” she asked softly.
Moment of truth. I didn’t want to, but I had to speak honestly even if it hurt her. I’d decided that being completely open with her was the only way we’d survive this harsh world together. “You’ve got no clue how hard it was for me to stay away all these years. When you shut me out completely a year ago, it nearly fuckin’ destroyed me, baby. I’ve done a lot of things I never thought I would since then, not giving one shit about anything, because the only thing worth giving a shit about was lost to me. Some days I wake up disgusted with the person I’ve allowed myself to become. When Jeremy got in touch with me a couple of months ago, he told me he thought he was wrong. He said he’d watched you lose yourself over the last year and that he knew you and I should be together regardless of the club.”
“Why didn’t you come to me then?” I hated the sadness in her voice. She was right, though. I should have fixed this back then.
I looked at her with the regret that weighed me down. “I wasn’t convinced he was right. The person I’d become wasn’t someone I wanted you to know . . . but when he died . . . fuck, that fucked with my mind, Evie. I replayed everything over and over in my mind a million times, and then when I saw you at the funeral, I knew I had no choice.” I paused and gave her a small smile. “My mind had no choice because my heart had already made it.”
I’d barely gotten the words out when her arms came up around my neck and her mouth took over mine in a kiss I’d have paid all the money I had in the world for. It was a kiss that told me I’d made the right decision to be open with her and that I’d made the absolute right choice to fight for her.
It was a kiss that sealed my future.
Evie would be mine forever.
I’d make damn sure of it.
Chapter Thirteen
Evie
I cracked an eye open and squinted to read the bedside clock.
Seven am.
Shit, it was too early to be awake on a Saturday morning. I closed my eyes, intent on getting at least another two hours of sleep. Kick had other ideas. His hand curled around my waist and made its way to my breast.
His warm breath coasted over my neck a moment later when he murmured in my ear, “Morning, sweetheart.”
When his hand left my breast and started moving lower, I grabbed it and halted its progress. “No fucking way, Kick,” I muttered, “you fucked me raw last night, and I can’t even contemplate your hand or your dick anywhere near me today.”
He chuckled and rolled onto his back. “Well, fuck me,” he said, “you’ve never said no to me. Ever.”
I rolled over to face him and raised my brows. “That’s probably because you’ve never worked me like you did last night.” I nodded in the direction of his crotch. “That dick of yours has worn my pussy out and she needs a break today. And my hands and mouth are out of action too, so you’re just gonna have to take care of yourself, buddy.”
The rumble of laughter from his chest warmed me. “One day, Evie, that’s all I’m giving you. Tomorrow your pussy is back in the game. We clear?”
I smacked his hands away, the hands that were doing their best to distract me by playing with my boobs. “You’re lucky I love you or else that ‘we clear’ bullshit you’ve got going on would put me out of bounds for at least another day.”
He gave me another gorgeous, very distracting grin before leaving me to walk into the bathroom. “If you change your mind, I’ll be in here taking care of business but you’re more than fuckin’ welcome to come and give me a hand,” he yelled out as he moved out of sight.
I shifted onto my back and relaxed into the bed. Maybe if I closed my eyes, I could catch some more sleep while Kick did his thing in the shower. A couple of minutes later, I sat up. Who the fuck was I kidding? Knowing what he was doing only served to distract me so I got out of bed and headed into the kitchen.
I’d made us both toast and coffee by the time he joined me ten minutes later. I eyed him with a smirk. “You all good, now?”
He shook his head playfully at me and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to him. “You do realise when I take care of business it’s nowhere near as satisfying as when you do it, right? Which means I’m gonna be so frustrated by tomorrow, and that means I’m gonna have to bang the absolute fuck out of you to relieve my frustrations.”
I laughed, and with all the innocence I could feign, I asked, “Is that one of those ‘we clear’ statements?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled, his eyes flashing his need for me, “your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one day, baby. But fuck, if I don’t love it.”
I kissed him and then slapped his hands away from my waist. “I made you breakfast so you have to be nice to me.”
He stepped away from me and reached for his coffee. Taking a sip, he muttered, “I’m always nice to you. I’m not sure the same can be said about you.”
I rolled my eyes and chose to ignore his grumbling. “What are your plans for today?” I asked as I carried our plates to the table.
He followed with the coffees. “I’ve gotta head over to a friend’s place and help him with a bike engine he’s rebuilding.”
“Is that one of the guys from the club?” I asked, loving the fact he was being so open.
“Yeah, Nitro. I’ll probably be there most of the day. What are you up to?”
“I’m catching up with Maree. Shopping and lunch.”
He leant forward in his seat and caught my lips in a kiss. “Can I have you tonight?” he asked, his eyes staring intently at me.
“You can have me every night, Kick,” I said, holding his gaze, “but remember, no sex. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed a break. It’s been months since I’ve had sex, and you’re seriously wearing me out.”
“Contrary to what you might think, I don’t just want you for sex, sweetheart. I want a date with you tonight.”
His words caused butterflies in my stomach. “I’d like that,” I said softly, my heart swelling with love.
Heat continued to flash in his eyes. “Good,” he said with a nod, “and baby, I never want to hear another word out of that pretty little mouth of yours about the fact you’ve had sex with anyone but me.”
I grinned. “Okay, I can manage that,” I agreed, fucking loving his jealousy. It was probably not something I should love and definitely something I would never encourage by flirting with another man, but it told me how much he adored me.
And I loved that.
*****
“Oh my god, Maree, you’re too much!”
She grinned at me and drank the remainder of her coffee. Shrugging, she
said, “How am I supposed to say no when a man tells me he wants to fuck me into next week? Hell, I’m not passing this opportunity up.”
She’d just filled me in on her plans for tonight and tomorrow. A guy she’d met at the gym this morning had flirted with her and talked her into a date that would obviously last them until Monday morning. I finished my coffee and agreed. “I don’t blame you, I would have said hell yes, too.”
“Yeah, except you have no need for first dates or one night stands anymore. Now you’ve got Kick to service you,” she said with a wink.
I groaned. “Oh god, that man . . .”
She quirked a brow. “What’s he done now? Please tell me he’s got the stamina of an elite athlete.”
I laughed. “He really does. My vagina is so damn sore today, like it’s never been sore before.”
It was her turn to groan now. “Fuck, don’t tell me that. You can’t tell a woman who isn’t getting regular sex that your vagina has been worked into exhaustion. That shit isn’t fair.”
“Sorry, babe, but you asked,” I said as I stood and put my sunglasses on.
She stood as well and said, “Yeah, I guess I did. I’m happy for you, Evie, you deserve happiness.” I heard her genuine happiness for me in her words.
I smiled and gave her a hug. “Thank you, I’m happy for me, too.”
“Okay, I’ve gotta go and have a pedicure and wax to get ready for my sex marathon. I’ll call you on Monday and let you know if he matches your man’s skills.”
I laughed and watched her go. She’d done what I’d asked her to do after Jeremy’s funeral – she’d given me space to work through my grief without constantly checking in with me. I loved her for it, but it was good to get out and spend time with her again.
As I turned to walk to my car, I caught a glimpse of Kick’s sister. I hadn’t seen Lina in over a year and I’d missed her. My heart hurt to see how much her two kids had grown. She had two little girls – Becca, the oldest, was four, and Candace, the little one, was two. It looked like they were giving their mother a hard time so I wandered over to her to see if I could give her a hand.
