Oh fuck. I was about to touch her pussy.
“Fuck yes,” I said, then slid my hand down the front of her shorts, giving us what we both wanted…and I nearly blew a load in my jeans. “Everly.” I hissed against her ear. She was wet as hell and hot, so fucking hot.
She squirmed against me again. “Please.”
“How deep is that ache, baby? Christ, I’m gonna slip in there so nice, make you feel so good.” I dragged a finger through her slick pussy lips, teasing her clit then down over that tight opening. My dick pulsed, leaking precome all over my boxers.
She whimpered. “You can have it. Whatever you want.”
“Yeah, I can,” I growled against her ear. “Because you’re mine, aren’t you, Eves? You’re finally all mine.”
Her fingers were wrapped around my wrist and she squeezed. “Yes,” she said, close to a sob.
“I’m going to push inside,” I said, muscles twitching, shaking with the effort to control myself. “Ready?”
Another squeeze of my wrist. “Mm-hmm.”
I pushed the tip of my middle finger into her, and we both moaned because, fuck me, she felt good. My mouth was slack against her jaw, and I was fucking drunk on my lust for the woman in my arms. Panting, I eased in nice and slow, giving her a little at a time. All the while my other hand played with her tit, massaging that perfect weight and toying with her nipple.
When I was finally in as far as I could go, I pulled out just as slow, and Everly shuddered against me. I worked her like that, nice and slow, until she was fucking drenched, until her thighs were quivering against mine. Christ, the sexy sounds she made and the way she was breathing harder and faster told me she was close.
I used the heel of my hand to apply some pressure to her clit, and she turned her head, burying her face against my bicep.
“Oh God,” she said, muffled against me.
That’s when I added another finger and started fucking her with them faster, not letting up, rubbing on that sweet clit the whole time. She trembled harder, and I felt the muscles inside her clench.
“Give me your mouth, Everly, now,” I gritted out.
She tilted her head back, eyes glazed, lips parted, beautiful tension about to break free right there for me to see. I brought my mouth down on hers and thrust my tongue deep, growling as she fed me her moans and came around my thrusting fingers so perfectly. I knew without doubt I would never get enough of making her feel good.
I finally stopped kissing her when her pussy stopped gripping my fingers, and I carefully slid free. She was lying against me, warm and limp and gorgeous. “Okay?” I said against the top of her head.
She nodded and took my hand in hers, threading our fingers together. “Yes,” she whispered. “More than okay.”
“Christ, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Eves. Baby, you lit up so bright for me.”
She tilted her head back, and even in the shadows I could see her cheeks had darkened. Her tongue darted out and slid across her lower lip. “I want to do that for you.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” I said, even when my voice, so damn deep and rough with lust, broadcast just how much I wanted that as well. “Making you feel good is all I need for now.”
She shook her head and turned so her side pressed against my stomach, her legs sliding under one of my bent knees. “You’re hard,” she whispered.
“I have you in my arms. My hand was just down your panties. I just watched you come, so yeah, I’m fucking hard,” I said. “But we go at your pace. We go slow. Don’t care about me, just you.”
“I care about you,” she whispered, staring up at me as her hand went to my stomach and traveled downward. “What if my pace includes getting you off like you just did for me?”
“That’s what you want?” I choked out, head damn near spinning.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers started working my belt, the button, and zipper of my jeans.
I hissed when the pressure of that zipper was finally off my painfully hard cock.
Everly bit her lip, eyes wide when her knuckles brushed my stomach as her cool hand dipped lower inside my boxers and she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
I hissed again.
“God, Dane,” she said, still in that husky whisper. “You’re so hard and…” She swallowed, licking her lips. “Thick and long.”
“This is what you do to me,” I gritted out, doing my best to keep still, to let her do whatever the fuck she liked to me. To not grab her small hand and force her to tighten her grip. To not thrust into it.
Her fingers moved over me carefully, and her eyes widened. “Are you…you’re pierced.”
I dipped my chin as she explored the ring through the head of my cock. She tugged on it, and it felt so good I had to grit my teeth.
The blanket was still up around us, and deep in the shadows we were in our own private world, just the two of us. Her gorgeous amber eyes stayed on me as she tentatively slid her hand lower, finally giving my dick a slow stroke followed by another gentle tug of my Prince Albert piercing.
My fucking eyes rolled back in my head and I growled, unable to hold the sound in. I usually liked to be handled kinda roughly, and if she tugged any harder on the piece of metal through the head of my dick, I’d blow the hell up within seconds.
“Tell me how you like to be touched,” she said. “You made me feel so good, I want to do that for you.”
“Just having your hand on me is enough, Eves. Fuck, just looking at you is enough,” I choked out. “Already close to blowing and you’ve barely touched me.”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to protect me from this,” she murmured, then tightened her grip and swiped her thumb over the head, gathering the moisture there.
I grunted, my hips jerking, thrusting my cock against her palm.
“I think you like that,” she said. “When I gripped you tighter.”
I couldn’t fucking breathe. Christ, the pleasure I saw on her face, knowing she was right, was so damned pretty. “Yeah, I liked that.”
Her other hand drifted up under my shirt, and she brushed a thumb over one of my nipples, tugging the ring through it lightly. I groaned, my hips jerking again.
A small smile curled her lips. “I think you like that as well.”
“Yeah,” I forced out. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
She did it again while that grip on my cock stayed firm and steady. She swiped her thumb over the head again, and I gave her more precome, leaking constantly now.
She started moving faster, her thumb still at my chest, still grazing my nipple, and her hand working me so damn good. My balls drew up tight, and I had to clench my jaw. I was going to come hard.
I quickly reached back and yanked my shirt off over my head and shoved it under the blanket, covering her hand.
“Are you going to…”
Still gritting my teeth, I nodded. “Close.”
“Oh…” she said on a shaky exhale, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
She leaned in and kissed my neck, sucking on my skin before nipping my jaw. “I want to suck them while you do,” she said shyly. “You like that, don’t you? Your piercings sucked?” She did another swipe of her thumb over the ring through the head of my cock and leaned in, sucking my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue slid over it then she tugged gently with her lips…and it was all over.
I fisted her hair and jerked her head back then slammed my mouth down on hers while my cock pulsed, blowing all over her hand and my shirt. I growled down her throat and wished it was her tight pussy I was coming all over.
That she was coming with me.
I didn’t let up until she’d tugged me dry.
“Jesus, Eves,” I said against her mouth, panting, still pulsing in her hand. “Fuck, baby.” I loosened my grip on her wild red hair and grazed her lips with mine again, licking that plump flesh, sucking it before sliding my tongue inside and kissing her slow and deep.
When I finished
thanking her with my mouth, I looked down at her. Her eyes were hazy and sexy and—shit—just looking into them started making me hard all over again. “Never blown that hard in my life.”
“Really?” she said with the same husky voice that made my scalp tingle and my balls tight.
I smoothed her hair back gently, tucking some of those soft waves behind her ear. “Yeah.” I brushed my fingers over her smooth cheek and down her slender throat. “And I haven’t even been inside you yet. Fucking you is gonna top that, Everly. Not sure how it’s possible right now after the way you just got me off, but it will. I think you might be the fucking end of me.”
She’d just had her hand on my cock, her mouth on my nipple. My hand had been in her panties, on her tits, and still she blushed at my words.
“I’ve never”—she shook her head, hair moving with it—“experienced anything like what we just did. I think that maybe we were always meant to be this. That we were meant to find our way here.”
My heart stalled out in my chest and crashed back to life. “Eves, fuck,” I choked out. “Now you’re here with me. Finally, I’ve got you right here with me.”
Then I kissed her again.
Chapter Thirteen
Everly
“Hey, stop hogging the chips,” Cassy said and reached over Quinn to grab the bowl from Trix.
Trix grabbed another handful before relinquishing it, then pointed at the TV. “Oh, this is my favorite part.”
The strains of “Pony” started pumping through Cal and Cassy’s surround sound system and we all cheered.
“Channing Tatum is so hot,” Lila said, shoving her glasses higher up her nose. She reached over me to grab some chips for herself from the bowl Cassy was clutching like a newborn baby.
“I actually like him better in the sequel,” Trix said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d do either option, but I like my men a little older.” Her gaze slid to me. “The dude is ripped, though. Has abs that I could spend days licking. Dane’s into the gym. How many days have you spent worshiping that fine body, Eves?
“Um…” I felt myself blush.
Quinn’s gray eyes came to me as well, her lips curving up. “So it’s official? You’re an item now?”
Cassy smiled full wattage. “They most definitely are,” she said to Quinn.
“I overheard him asking Bull for dating advice.” Quinn snorted. “Bull is the love of my life, but the man isn’t exactly a dating guru.”
“Your help was most appreciated,” I said to her and chuckled.
“So it went well, huh?” Quinn’s smile widened. “I’ve been dying to ask.”
“It’s new,” I said, deciding to get involved in the conversation before all my secrets were revealed right in front of me. “We’re new, you know, which means we’re taking things slow. Working out what this relationship looks like for us.” I felt good about my answer because it was the truth without going into too much detail. I was kind of too scared to talk about it, like I’d jinx it.
Trix nodded. “Yeah, slow sounds great, but on a scale of yawn to the earth’s core down your pants, how are things in the bedroom?”
“Trixie!” Cassy said, throwing a cushion at her. “That’s none of our business.” She turned to me. “Right?”
The hopeful note to her voice could not be mistaken.
“We’re taking things slooow,” I said again.
“So you haven’t boned yet?” Trix said and took a sip of her wine.
Lila started giggling beside me, and I spun on her and narrowed my eyes. “Hey, traitor, I’m not the only one with secrets. I wouldn’t forget that if I were you.”
She flushed but her smile stayed front and center. “I said nothing,” she protested.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Trix. “Boned? Really? You sound like a teenage boy.” She looked at me. “So you haven’t humped, boinked, yanno, banged yet?”
Everyone dissolved into fits of laughter.
When I finally pulled myself together, I shook my head. “This is Quinn’s night. She’s the one getting married this weekend. Let’s talk about her and Bull. We should be grilling her, not me.”
“They’ve heard it all before,” Quinn said.
“Yep,” Trix added. “We already know what Quinn and Bull get up to on their ‘fishing trips,’” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.
Cassy reached over and squeezed my hand. “We’re just teasing. You don’t need to share if you’re not comfortable doing it.”
Maybe it was the wine and the fact I was on my fourth glass, or maybe it was that these women were fun and awesome and, since I moved there, had become my family, but I wanted to share with them. “The earth’s core,” I said, smirking, and took another sip of my wine.
They all hooted.
“Details!” Trix yelled.
“I mean, we haven’t, you know, slept together yet. Well, we’ve slept together but haven’t…boinked,” I said and rolled my eyes. “Taking it slow is hard, but it’s right for us, you know, after what happened, our history.” I bit my lip. “If this doesn’t work out between us”—I shook my head—“I’m scared it could ruin everything.”
“I get that,” Quinn said. “When Bull and I started seeing each other, I had similar worries. We’d become closer after I moved back. I’d known him for so long the idea of losing him was terrifying, but I wanted him too much to miss my shot with him.”
“And you’re already in it,” Trix said. “I say go all in. Yes, sex can complicate things—believe me, I know—but life is too short to worry about what-ifs.” Her gaze grew intense. “That’s how I live my life. I do what feels good, what feels right, and I refuse to apologize for that. I don’t believe in regrets because they’re useless and change nothing.” She shrugged. “Don’t hold anything back, Eves, because there’s not always a tomorrow.”
I stared over at my friend, at the pain in her eyes, pain she’d shared with me, and knew she was right.
“The way Dane looks at you,” Lila said and took my hand, “the sky rises and sets with you, Eves. I know he hurt you when he went away, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about, not anymore.”
They were right, all of them. I’d been letting my fear rule me for such a long time it was second nature. “I know,” I said and smiled at Cassy who was smiling softly at me. “It feels right being with him, and I don’t want to hold anything back from him anymore.”
Quinn winked. “Next girls’ night we’ll expect some serious details.”
We all laughed again. Cassy got more chips, and Quinn topped up our glasses.
Then we settled in and watched the rest of the movie.
* * *
I hugged Lila good night before Bull loaded her, Quinn, and Trix into his truck and headed down the driveway back to Rocktown.
I was grinning to myself, more than tipsy as I walked—okay, stumbled—to my room off the barn. And because I was more than tipsy, I didn’t notice the light on in my room until I opened the door.
I stumbled to a stop, and the sight before me instantly sent mini lightning strikes through my lower belly and stopped the breath that was on the way out.
Lying shirtless on my bed, feet bare, a pair of Levi’s molded to long legs and solid thighs, and propped up on my pillows with a book in his hand, was Dane.
He smiled, all lazy and sexy and inviting, and the breath that had stuck in my throat came out in a rush.
“You’re here,” I said, my own smile plastered on my face. I took a step closer and stumbled. “Oops.” I giggled.
Dane’s smile widened. “How many wines did you have with the girls?”
I kicked off my shoes. “A few. You never said you were coming to see me.”
His golden gaze moved over me. “Wanted to surprise you.”
I made it to the bed with only a couple more stumbles and dove on the mattress beside him. “It worked. I’m glad you came.” I dropped my head to his shoulder. “Missed you.”
He chuckled, hi
s arm coming around me. “Missed you, too, baby.” He gave me a squeeze. “So you need to tell me about this book.”
“Hmm?” I lifted my head.
He held up the book he was reading, one from my bookshelf. A motorcycle club erotic romance. I bit my lip.
“Interesting reading.” His grin was wide and gorgeous and went right up to his eyes.
“Are you making fun of my book?”
“Nope, this shit is hot. I just got to the good bit. The hero and heroine are about to fuck.” He chuckled when I flushed. “This is why you wanted to ride on the back of my bike?”
“Maybe,” I said and shoved my face in his throat to hide that I was blushing harder.
His hand dropped to my butt. “Anything else you wanna try from this book, Eves?”
His voice made it clear he was smiling, teasing me, so it was only fair that I teased him back. I lifted my head again, licked my lips, and nodded.
Dane’s gaze dropped to my mouth and he stilled. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I slid the book from his fingers and flipped to one of my favorite scenes. The book basically fell open on the page, I’d read it that many times. Not the one Dane was about to read, though. That was good as well, like really good. The scene I planned on giving him was one I’d read a lot.
The scene involved a BJ of epic proportions followed by rough sex against the wall of a garage. I inwardly smirked as I handed it over but made sure to keep my expression all innocence when Dane looked at me, curiosity front and center.
He took the book from me, and I watched as his eyes began scanning the words I’d read enough times that I could see it play out in my mind without even reading it. I couldn’t contain my grin as his gaze flew over the page, then the next. And I had to bite back a laugh when his eyes finally locked back on mine.
The laugh dissolved when his stare turned blazing hot, sharp and tense. “All your books have stuff like this in them?” he asked, voice tight.
I couldn’t read him, not at all, and that was unusual. I’d always been able to read Dane, but then that was before he’d kissed me, before we’d made each other come under a blanket and slept under the stars together wrapped in each other’s arms.
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