Everett is like that for me. He holds me, keeping me together, even in the middle of this crazy upheaval.
“I thought you were tired,” I whisper as I curve my body into his, loving the attention he gives me.
“I thought I was too,” he answers in an arousal-deepened voice. “But ya never know, sometimes I surprise even myself.”
Giggling softly, I grab hold of his hand, bringing it up to my chest, pressing his palm against the cotton of my bra. My nipple pebbles in response to his touch, begging for him to do what he does best. His chest melds to my back, holding me up as I go boneless, letting him work his magic. Closing my eyes, I take my other hand, reaching back, burying it in his thick hair, pulling his mouth closer to my skin. He growls, deep in his throat, the one I love that says he’s about to manhandle me and give me everything.
All the things I want.
All the things I need.
Before Everett I didn’t even know what those things were. Was never confident enough in myself to ask or to figure it out, but six months with him and I’m beginning to figure it out. He brings out the parts of me that others have tried to bury. For him, I’ll fight to let them float to the surface.
The kisses at my neck deepen, his tongue lashes against the flesh before his teeth nip almost painfully, then he sucks, before starting the routine over again. His fingers slip into the cup of my bra, searching for the proof of my desire. When they brush the peak, he stops, worrying the nub with the edges of his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I moan, tilting my head back, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. Anything to take my mind off what he’s doing to me, and keeping me standing upright. My knees are weak, and my mind is running a mile a minute, trying to figure out what in the hell I want him to do next. In the end, I just decide I don’t want him to ever stop.
Arching my back, I can feel his erection pressing against my ass. It’s hard, thick, and causes an ache in between my thighs. “You’re so hard.” I turn my head toward his, searching for his lips.
“Always hard for you, Bri. Always.”
That’s when our lips meet, fighting for dominance as we kiss each other desperately. I try to turn in his arms, but his biceps tighten, not allowing me to move. Gotta admit, it’s fucking hot when he does something like this, but at the same time it’s also frustrating. My fingers ache to feel his flesh, they want desperately to map out the tattoos on his body, trace the muscles, and claim every single part of him as mine. When he pulls away, those lips of his are plump, wet, and wearing remnants of the gloss I had on earlier. Reaching in, I try to fuse them back together, but he moves away, letting me slightly chase him before he’s out of my reach.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” He lets go, flipping me around so that I’m facing him.
“You drive me crazy too,” I echo, wanting him to know how he affects me on every level.
This time, I loop my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as I stand on tip-toe, going in for another taste. He lets me, crushing his arms around my waist and picking me up, leaving my feet dangling over the plush carpet in our bedroom. Immediately, my legs wrap around him, holding on as he walks us over to the bed. There’s a part of me that wants him to throw me down, show me his strength. There’s another part that wonders if today he’ll be gentle.
I’m never sure which Everett I’m going to get, and I’m never sure which one I want. Whatever he gives me though, is always perfect and exactly what I need.
Tonight he’s gentle, laying me against the comforter before he comes up on his hands, pulling away from me as he stands. Reaching behind him, he pulls his tank-top off, throwing it down on the ground, and then makes quick work of the jeans he’s worn all day. Left in his boxer-briefs, he slowly looks at me; as if memorizing me for a fantasy one day when we can’t be together and he needs to jerk one off. Gotta admit, I love that thought.
The jerking off.
Him needing me so much he can’t wait to see me again.
“What?” His voice is husky, passion-tinged on just this side of restrained. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Licking my lips, I give him what I hope is a sultry look. I’m still trying to learn to be the sex-kitten my husband not only deserves, but I wanna be too. “Just thinking about the way you’re looking at me.”
“How’s that?” His palms gently press into my thighs, slightly parting them, fingers digging into my flesh.
“Like you’re trying to memorize the way I look.”
“I always am,” he interrupts.
I reach out, grabbing the waistband of his boxer-briefs. His voice stops. “I wasn’t done.”
“Then please.” He lifts an eyebrow, his dimples popping in his cheeks. “Do continue.”
“You’re trying to memorize the way I look, and in my mind, I hope it’s for those moments we aren’t together.” My mouth tilts up.
Both of his eyebrows go up this time, an expression of surprise covering his face. “You sayin’ like when I need to rub one out?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
As we talk, his eyes are roaming my body, seeming to take in every inch both covered and uncovered. When his eyes stop at my chest, my nipples punch at the fabric, my breasts swell, needing desperately for him to take this piece of clothing off. But there’s limits to what I’ll do.
I won’t ask.
I won’t rush.
In the short amount of time we’ve been together, I’ve come to realize letting EJ go at his own pace is the best ever.
“Oh baby.” The words come out in a moan as he drops his body down, on top of mine. “If you only knew the thoughts that go through my mind when I do.”
“Tell me,” I beg.
His forehead rests against the bed as he presses his lips to my ear. “The curve of your waist as it flares out into your hips. How strong your legs are, the way your ass is rounded just so. Your tits. They’re a handful, but not too much.” He stops for a second, his teeth catching the lobe of my ear and tugging.
My nails rake his back, digging into the flesh, hoping to hold him against me for as long as possible. “God, I love the way you talk to me when your voice is so deep and your body’s so hard against me.”
I don’t mean to let the words out, but here they are, hovering between us.
“Yeah?” He pulls back, bringing his thumb up to my chin, tilting it so that I have to look into his green eyes.
“Yeah,” I confirm, hooking my legs around his waist.
“Then hang on baby, you’re in for a ride.”
This ride, like all the ones he gives me, will be amongst my favorite.
Chapter Nine
EJ
She surprises me every single day, in ways I don’t expect until she’s already done it. This is another one of those ways. I wouldn’t necessarily call Bri shy, at least not with me, but she’s not great at letting her emotions show, or telling someone what she wants. So hearing these words come out of her mouth is one of the best things I’ve ever heard. Knowing she loves what I do? It makes me want to do it more.
Bracing my feet on the floor, I punch my elbows into the mattress, allowing myself to move down her body.
“Everett,” she breathes, when I get down to where her nipples are still hidden from my gaze.
I love the way she calls me Everett when everyone else calls me EJ or Reaper Jr. It’s special, something for just the two of us, and I’ll treasure it forever. Not to mention it’s become one of the biggest turn-ons. It’s the tone she uses and the cadence with which she says it, like its two words.
“What do you want?” I whisper, tipping my head up so I can see her.
“Whatever you want to do.”
“Nope, not today, babe. Today I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”
Her cheeks flush, red in either arousal or embarrassment. Knowing her the way I do, it’s a mixture of both. This woman of mine, she’s so close to taking control of her sexuality, it
’s my main goal in life, to help her take hold with both hands.
“Take it off.” She scoots, trying to rub her chest against mine.
“What do you want me to take off?”
Frustration makes her growl at me. “The damn bra, Everett. You know what I want.”
“I’m not a mind reader .” I chuckle as I let my mouth hover over the bare skin above the edge.
“Most of the time you are,” she argues.
The fact is, I wouldn’t call myself that. I just tend to do what feels good, and luckily for me, she likes it too. But tonight, I’m out to blow her mind, to do everything she wants and not have to worry about if I’m doing the right thing or not.
With sure hands, I reach behind her, slipping the hooks out, and releasing the cage that holds her beauty from my eyes every day. If it were up to me, she’d go braless all the time, but unfortunately that’s not the society we live in right now. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I put most of my weight on my legs and grab hold of two handfuls.
“Yes,” she moans, pressing up into me.
Her peaked nipples stab against my palms. By the way she puts her arms above her head, pushing them even harder, I know she’s turned on. I know they’re sensitive, and my mouth waters as I think of licking the heat.
Moving down slightly, I do just that, using my hand to plump up the flesh before I capture the nub between my lips. She makes a noise in the back of her throat before I flick my tongue against it.
“Everett.” She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling tightly, pushing herself further into me.
The way she gives herself over is the hottest thing. I never expected it when I met her, was worried we wouldn’t be compatible. Now I wonder how I made it without her all the years before. My cock punches against my boxer-briefs, the head sensitive as it moves up and down the material. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper as I pull away from her breast.
“It wouldn’t take much for me to be ready.” She tilts her head back, pressing it deeper into the bed.
Only one thing on my mind, I move down to my knees, holding her thighs apart as I kneel on the carpet.
“Are you gonna?” She asks, her wide eyes looking down at me.
“Lick this pussy?” I finish for her.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she answers, nodding.
“Lift up,” I instruct, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, before pulling them off her legs, tossing them behind me.
Spreading her legs again, I launch myself forward, until right before I’m between her thighs. Sparing her a look, I wink quickly and then dive right fuckin’ in. Most of the time, I ease my way into her sweet spot, but not tonight. The heat bouncing between the two of us is enough to light a damn fire. She’s as into this as I am. Putting my arms around her thighs, I bring my fingers forward to spread her apart so that I can get to the spot she wants me at the most.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” she grabs my ears, holding me to her.
Might sound cocky, but I don’t need the affirmation. I’m good at everything I do with her. She makes me better, and maybe that’s the difference between her and every other woman I’ve ever had in my life. Sticking my tongue out, I run it up and down her slit, before bringing it back up and closing my lips around her clit, sucking slightly.
It’s enough to make her hips bump toward me. Grinding into my mouth as she moves back and forth. Bringing her hand down to where my mouth is, she rubs as I suck. Lifting up slightly, I take her finger in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. When she tries to retreat, I bite down.
“EJ, I need you, stop teasing me.”
It’s the EJ that gets me. With superhuman strength, I vault myself up her body, capturing her mouth with mine. The two of us fight against each other, getting my boxer-briefs off. A ripping noise is heard in the background. The two of us stop, glancing down to where they hang half-on, half-off my hips. A giggle bubbles up from her throat, and if this were any other situation, I’d be laughing right along with her. Instead I grunt, pushing against them harder. When I’m finally free, she grabs hold, guiding me into her. With a grunt, I press into her, propping myself up on an arm.
“Faster,” she pants.
“I just started,” I remind her. “Do you want this over already?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “But I wanna feel good, and you make me feel amazing.”
Grinding against her core, I push one of her legs up so that I can go deeper, press harder. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” she answers. “Just like that.”
I plunge in, but I can’t get close enough, can’t get deep enough. There’s still something I want, something I need. Her eyes darken, as we look at each other.
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I focus on what I’m doing. “Nothing.”
“No.” She stops. “I can tell. You’re holding back.”
There is a part of me doing what she’s accusing me of, but I don’t know why. Typically I don’t hold back with her.
“Do what you need to do, Everett. Take me,” she begs. “Take me how I want you to.”
A piece of my soul breaks apart as those words wash over me. Pulling out, I flip her over so that she’s on her stomach. Pressing her face into the comforter, I position her ass exactly how I want it, and then I drive in, grabbing hold of her hair.
“Yes!” she screams, when I reach down, laying my palm flat against her ass.
The smack reverberates throughout the room, causing goosebumps to pop out along my body. The piercings in my nipples make them stand at attention. Sweat pours down my chest as I pick up the pace, pressing into her as I pull her hips tighter against me. The only sound in the room is her moans and my balls slapping with each thrust.
The sight, the sound, and everything in between is enough for me to begin to feel the tingling at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna come,” I warn her.
“Come for me.” She turns her body slightly, looking over her shoulder at me.
Our eyes meet, just when my cock jumps with release, I see her eyes dilate, watch them close as she throws her head back. My girl isn’t loud, it’s what she does with herself that tells me how good her orgasm is.
Although I want to close my eyes and enjoy the rush of endorphins, I make myself watch her fingers grasp the comforter tight, see her arch her back into my body, and feel her legs shake as she tries to keep herself braced against the covers.
Then, and only then do I let myself completely go. The bliss overtakes my body, and I shake too, loving the feeling I’ve only ever gotten from her. No matter how things go for us in the future, at least I know we’ll always have this and the love we’ve found.
Which is more than so many others can say.
She collapses against the mattress. Carefully I pull her into my arms, holding her. Protecting her from the world, fighting any dragons that may come her way.
Chapter Ten
Bri
“So are we going to make separate times to be in the studio downstairs, or is one of us going to rent one?” I ask Everett as he and I have a seat at our table and dish out breakfast between us.
“Before I say anything, these waffles look amazing, babe.”
“Thanks!” I smile before situating myself in my seat.
“I’m about to tear these things up,” he smothers them in syrup. “But to answer your question, I think one of us needs to rent a studio. Maybe just under the record label. That way either of us can go.”
“That’s a good idea, but it brings up another point. What are we going to name the label? We need to LLC it and all that jazz. It’s a lot of stuff to come up with and think about.”
“We need to agree on a label name,” I remind him. “I don’t want something stupid that you guys think is killer.”
“And I don’t want something girly that’s going to have hearts and flowers on it,” he retorts.
“Fine,” I wrinkle my nose at him.
“Fi
ne,” he sticks his tongue out at me.
We laugh at our little acts of rebellion before we’re quiet again. Thoughts running through my head about what we’ve gotten ourselves into. This won’t be the easiest thing we’ve ever done. More than likely, it’ll be one of the hardest.
But I know, with Everett at my side, we’ll be able to do this. Even if it’s hard, it’ll be worth it. Anything with him is worth it.
“So we need to go ahead and get that all set up. Should I send a message to the attorneys that are representing us, and ask them to move forward with everything we need in order to get this set up? I mean, it’s nice to sit around and spend time together, but I need to get to work. And I know you all basically have an album done.”
He takes a bite and swallows before he answers. “Yeah, go ahead and send one. We get this started, and then next week we can make a list of everything else we need to do. Right now we have to plan our Halloween party.”
“We’re really gonna have it?” I raise my eyebrow at him. “I’m not doing all the work for it, I swear.” The warning in my voice is enough to make him hold his hands up in surrender.
“Yes, we’re going to have it, and yes I’ll be helping you. I don’t plan on letting you do all this by yourself.”
“Good, I wasn’t going to offer.”
“We’ve got to figure out our costume too. I have an idea for you.”
Taking a bite of my waffle, I nod for him to continue.
“Here me out. What if we go as my parents?”
The giggle that erupts from my throat is deep and full-body. “You think?”
“Yes,” he laughs along with me. “Can you imagine if we walked in as Reaper and Harmony from when they first met?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I can’t imagine. What will they say?”
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